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Bro’s Night Out

The dwindling twilight seeped in through Alex's bedroom window like a slow leak, coating the room in a gentle lavender hue. Groggily, he tossed back the covers and rose from his bed, every hesitant step an electric spark in his excitable nerves. Alex traced the lingering echo of brother' presence in his bedroom, following it like a homing beacon. In a rush, he crossed the hall and entered his brother's bedroom. Alex closed his eyes, visualized his brother's silver chain which he gift so that he could possess his body. His mind crawled into his muscles, lazily exploring the firmness and strength of his limbs. The bedroom slipped away, replaced by an inky black void. A chilling dive into a pool of darkness with the faint hum of electricity charged the air.

With a thud, he opened his eyes. His vision was a nauseating, neon-wave wipe of colors, but a sudden jolt of familiarity settled him. Alex felt the softness of his brother's sheets under his fingertips, the Post workout musk of Lucas lingering subtly in the air. He reached for the full body mirror in his room, almost comically oversized by comparison to Alex's former size. He took in the sight of brother's impressive form, and his cock stirred in his shorts.

The mere sight of his brother's perfect physique was intoxicating, and the irrationality of it all started to seep in. But Alex couldn't help himself.

He let his hands roam over brother's body, savoring every solid curve and dip - a sensation that was now all too arousing. He traced his fingertips over the embedded muscles in his arms, letting out a low whistle.

"No wonder you got all the girls," Alex muttered as his hands came to rest on his chest. As they lingered there, awareness hummed through him, and he felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. What was he doing? Was this some kind of taboo power trip?

Alex wasn't sure, but he couldn't ignore the growing desire to abuse his brother's body. He began to grind his hips, the feeling of brother's cock hardening and growing under his shorts sending an electrifying sensation through his own body.

Alex slowly eased his hands down his ripped abs and slid them into his shorts. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's shaft, noticing how foreign yet exciting it felt.

"Fuck, that feels amazing," Alex mumbled.

His cock was now fully erect in Alex's hand, and the sensation was overwhelming. He couldn't believe he was touching his brother’s body in such an intimate way, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

The taboo excitement was like a drug, and Alex was quickly becoming addicted. He began to move his hand up and down, savoring every vein and ridge of Lucas' cock. He couldn't resist the urge to scope up and taste his brother's precum, pressing his pecs to the smoothness of his abs before trailing his tongue up to his mucky arm pit.

Alex let out a soft moan, and the sound only served to heighten Alex's excitement.

Alex started stroking his cock vigorously while pinching his sensitive nipples. As the tension began building. Alex moan loudly “Oh My God, I am Cumming” with that he splattered his cum all over the mirror. Alex in dazed state tasted some of cum.

Yeah Bro, you do taste nice. Am gonna come back for more. Wiping the cum on his chest, Alex release his brother’s naked body on his bed leaving the mess a souvenir for his brother in the morning.

Cheater Boyfriend

This is my boyfriend, hot isn't he?. And I live him and We are together for a long time. But the thing is I am bisexual. I really feel the urge to have sex with a woman and instead of cheating what I prefer is to make my boyfriend cheat. So I made a plan to secretly possess his body and use his body to have fun. And anyways he is so hot and muscular I bet getting anyone to hook up with me in his body won't be a problem.

This morning when he was sleeping I made my move. I chanted the spell and kissed him. I felt my soul getting sucked into him. When i opened my eyes i saw my old body on top me passed out. I moved my old body aside. I can’t describe the feeling of having such a hunk under my control. The body which i loved and worshiped these year was finally under my control. The first thing to notice was his morning wood was trying to break free. I gave it a nice squeeze feeling my rich cum fill balls and my gorgeous manhood. I could feel my dick head getting wet with my precum. Moving upwards on my favourite six packs abs and meaty pecs. To whom a gave a nice squeeze.

To test out his body more I wore his tight tank top to the gym which was absolute eye candy to many. The feel of lifting so much weight and that soreness is so satisfying i feel like a alpha. My body gets drenched with my masculine sweat which is so erotic. I strip down to my pants and made a flex video and send that video to my old self and setup a tinder profile.

No doubt every girl will be wetting her pussy for this body. I have major hard on thinking of all this. Which the not going away. I guess i have to do it the old fashioned way. I whipped out this python and started stroking it. My whole body was shaking with euphoria as my balls shoot bucket of cum through my dick. Within seconds the mirror was splashed with my seeds. I flexed for one last time before going for my hookup.

Spiritual Trainers

He came into the gym a skinny little twig, quite literally skin and bones. Never really able to gain any weight, Gordon was known around the neighborhood as the ghost: deathly pale and skeletal. For the past 5 years since he graduated from medical school, he tried strategy after strategy to try and bulk up. From high carb and high protein diets to vegan plans to just eating fast food for an entire month, nothing seemed to work for him. Thus, this new gym membership was yet another rung on his ladder, another step on trying to get swole.

The gym had been a staple of the neighborhood for decades, becoming a well established conveyor belt of successful athletes. The place supplied wrestlers, boxers, bodybuilders of all types to the industry: always winners, always huge. Thus, in the hopes of becoming their next success story, Gordon put pen to paper on the membership form, and struggling to carry his limp gym bag over his shoulder, he drudged toward the locker room.

While the impressive history of the place seemed to be a matter of fact, evidence toward their incredible efficacy in their training methods, there was a more clandestine underlying truth behind closed doors. Since the gym's opening, hundreds of studs left into the world, and many return. Some, however, linger. Past their dying breaths, they still return to the gym for the same reason they patroned it in life: getting huge. It would be fair to say of 200 successful athletes, about 80 of them are... recycled. Inhabited by the spirits of their predecessors, reliving life as they did in their time. And on that fateful day, the emaciated young man had caught the eyes of a number of such spirits. As he entered the well-maintained but rather fragrant locker room, the first such spirit laid his eyes upon Gordon.

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In 1987, Dacre Dallas became the youngest title holder in the WWE. The "Pretty Boy from Texas" was a fan favorite, especially with the ladies. His trademark mullet, bushy moustache and masculine good looks made him quite the Don Juan in his day. At 5'9 and only 9% body fat, he was the 80's Adonis.

Everyone that knew him would recall him as the good-natured dipshit who all seemed to love. He'd be the first one to laugh at a bad joke, the first to offer training tips and branding ideas, the first to buy the round of drinks, and the first to offer a quickie in the sauna. Beautiful, sexy, stupid, and loveable, Dacre was the guy everyone wanted to be around.

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As Dacre flexed into the mirror, admiring his own good looks, his nose twitched. He turned his head, following the unfamiliar scent of Irish Spring soap until he saw him.

He was perplexed. Many a guy had come through the doors looking to build muscle from nothing, but this was quite the find. Gordon's lanky figure had even shocked the spirit world: the ghost had surprised the ghosts! As he opened his locker, Dacre strode toward him, the ethereal sound of his squeaking Adidas high tops ever so faintly echoing in the room. Gordon began to take off his shirt, stripping it to slip on his tank; a sight that had sealed his fate. Dacre stood awestruck behind him, the sheer difference in size was more than evident. Even at relatively similar height, it only highlighted just how frail the young man was. In that moment, Dacre felt it. He felt the calling, the beckoning of life itself. Flesh is wasted on the living, when the dead have so much more to offer. He furrowed his bushy brows, a sly grin crept beneath his thick moustache.

Gordon felt a cool breeze between his legs, goosebumps trailed down his spine. The ac must have been strong, he dismissed it in his mind. Shrugging it off, he dropped his pants and revealed his baggy black briefs. A stronger, colder breeze blew again, enough to elicit a shiver from the lanky young man. He looked down, immediately met with the translucent grinning face of Dacre Dallas.

"Fuck, this will be fun. Coming in!" Before Gordon could even say a single word, Dacre took his massive ectoplasmic hands and quickly plunged them upward, right into his hole. A squelch rang out in the room, as Gordon's hole stretched to the rubbery forearms of the ghostly hulk. Chuckling as he began to force his entire gigantic body into Gordon, the young man desperately grasped at his invader, only feeling the slightest slimy resistance before phasing right through. He watched as belly started to bulge outward, growing as more and more of Dacre slithered inside of him.

"Heheh, oh shit, man! I forgot how good this felt!" Dacre chirped from within the twink, just as his ankles slid in, his size 10 Adidas kicking back and forth before slipping in completely. Gordon began to thrash about the locker room, slamming into walls and doors while Dacre slipped him on from inside. He slid his arms into the skinny tunnels of Gordon's body, swelling them with his thick plasmic muscle before his hands popped into his hosts, exploding them into calloused strong fists. Pecs and abs started to bubble out as they were filled with Dacre's, his underwear grew tighter as the ghostly cock thrust into his own, his balls swelling with Dacre's seed.

His legs burst with thick forests of hair atop his hilly quads, his feet quickly burst from his size 7 trainers, and as pressure mounted up his throat and against the palate of his mouth, a single pop rang out. The thrashing stopped, 'Gordon' stood still for a moment before cracking his neck and smiling. Turning to the left, Dacre sauntered over to the mirror, admiring his new fleshsuit. The kid looked good on him, he couldn't deny it. He flashed his pearly white teeth beneath his moustache, running his hand through the wavy mullet that had sprouted from Gordon's scalp. It was undoubtedly Gordon to the naked eye, just 100 pounds bigger and possessed by the bulky ghost of an 80's wrestler.

"Aww yeah! This I can work with!" Dacre's booming voice poured from Gordon's lips, as he flexed his sizeable biceps. "You doin' okay in there?" He knocked on his head, the faintest purr deep inside the voids of his brain the only reply. He chuckled, adjusting his bulge in the straining briefs before strutting out onto the lifting floor. He clapped his hands, rubbing them together with a dim laugh: eager to feel the rush of a good pump once more. Walking toward the bench press, he tossed 35 pount plates onto the barbell like they were nothing, and continued to press 10 reps without so much as breaking a sweat. He turned between sets, winking at one of the ladies across the room on the cable machine; a gesture that was accepted and reciprocated from the Amazonian woman. From behind the counter, the attendant smirked. Well aware of each of their residents and their tendencies to slip into the gym's clients, he always enjoyed seeing the before and after with each and every new stud that exited the locker room. It didn't happen every day, but when it did, it was a sight to behold. It was even enough to snatch yet another wandering eye.

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Justin Drake was the influencer to watch in 2024. With every TikTok and Instagram, viewers could see his growth from the everyday fuckboy twunk to the jacked stud he became. Standing 6'0 with the looks and build of a model, he fit naturally into the realm of fitness modeling. Every thirst trap got thousands of impressions, an equal amount of interaction. This quickly led to product deals, podcasting gigs, sponsorships and content collaboration. Even at one point joining a Big Brother-style bro house series on YouTube, Justin was unstoppable. Though, if you dug a little deeper, you'd find these weren't the only accolades he was receiving.

Top .01% of creators on OnlyFans as well as JustForFans, Justin was well known in the adult industry as the dumb himbo that got off on his musk. Pit stink, sweaty ass, musty cock, and most popularly his ripe size 13s. He was likeable on camera, dumbly laughing at any terrible porn joke on set, and he was popular with his scene partners; even corrupting several guys into scentplay with his addictive aroma. Every horny Tumblr page had his ass, cock, and feet plastered over their feeds, and those big green eyes graced the dreams of ever bater on the site.

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As Dacre hopped to his feet, he turned to head toward the gorgeous woman, only to be met with the drooling face of Justin.

"Bruh. Like, fuck. Is that you in there, Dac?" Dacre grinned from ear to ear, leaning over the warm, musky specter sitting on the bench. The minty green vapors that wafted from the ghost rather ironically reeked of buttery sweat and musk, tickling Dacre's nostrils as he inhaled his friend's scent. Sighing in satisfaction, he patted Justin's gooey shoulder.

"In the flesh, man. Or, in his flesh... hah!" The duo dumbly laughed, just as they would when they floated around the gym, chuckling at the poor form of their successors. "Nice find, right?"

"Dude fits you like a glove! Here, just let me..." Justin leaned in to Dacre's chest, taking a deep whiff. The scent was subtle, slightly salty, like ocean waves rolling onto the beach. Pulling away, the ghost shrugged his shouldes. "Meh. I could do better."

"Sure, man. Sure. Huhuhu!" Just as Dacre began to walk away, he stopped in his tracks. Justin watched with a raised eyebrow as he slowly turned around, with a devilish smirk on his face. With a quick glance around, making sure no stupid mortal was waddling around, he began to beckon Justin toward him. "C'mon! Jump in while no one's looking!" Justin scoffed at the whispered invitation.

"Bro, there's no way I'll fit! I'll get the next one." This did little to dissuade Dacre, whose beckoning became more grandiose. Sliding down his shorts and briefs, his sweaty cock flopped out and hung limply in the air. Dacre grasped it, furiously pumping it as he continued to keep watch.

"Get in here! I'll make some room! Squeeze in, man, it'll be fun!" The ghost stared at the cock; so shiny, so inviting, yet so boring. He could do much better, he knew he would do much better. Besides, who better to share a guy with than your best friend? Smirking, Justin hopped to his feet, smirking as he broke into a sprint. Dacre smiled, bracing himself as Justin launched himself forward, diving into his dick. A wet slurping sound radiated out as Justin squeezed himself into the semi erect dick, stretching the slit wide as it swallowed him whole. It grew thick and hard in a matter of seconds, before the rubbery ghost shot downward into his balls. Inflating quickly into the size of basketballs, the last of Justin squirmed into the undulating dick. Dacre fell backwards from the masterful invasion, panting and mindlessly pumping his cock.

"Fuuuuuuuck, bruh. It'll be a tight squeeze, but it'll good to rub up against you again, bro!" Justin chided as he spread throughout Gordon's body. The host yet again began to flail and shake, twisting and turning as he was filled yet again. Dacre felt his best friend's massive legs and feet slide into his own, bloating intensely down his thighs, then his calves and forcing their way into his feet with a quick burst of Justin's sweat bursting out of his soles. A familiar funk wafted out from his now size 13 feet, stretching the bulky sneakers out with his toes and inundating them with his ripe footmusk.

His chest and abs stretched upward as Justin pushed his long torso against the cramped interior of his vessel's shoulders. The body contorted as it grew taller and taller, his mass growing with every inch of height. A sharp stink began to pour from his hairy pits, which grew wetter by the second. The cock distended further: 6 inches, 8 inches, 9 inches before the skin started to constrict around his head. The foreskin restored, the tangy scent of his hooded dick drifted out from his groin while his balls dropped into the size of kiwis.

Dacre moaned and stroked from the sensory overload, feeling Justin's head slowly push up his throat and pressing against his own spectral head. In the blink of an eye, and rather loud crack, seizing once again ceased. Laughing wildly, the duo sat up in their swollen host.

"Bruh! Fuck! This guy is tight!" Justin chimed out of their shared lips, Dacre quickly responding.

"But man, it feels so good to have you in here, though!" They jumped back up, quickly adjusting to their new size. Their muscles jiggled as if they were balloons filled with molasses. With each step, dimly chuckling as they did, the muscles began to firm up until they were rock hard. The duo flexed, eagerly sniffing the wet musk that radiated from their dripping pits, Justin in particular reveling in the scent of life once again. Gordon's inflated body strutted across the gym, hopping down onto the leg press. Placing their massive, ripe sneakers onto the press, they easily moved the 375 pounds of iron.

Behind the desk, the attendant took a double take. He'd seen his fare share of possessed, inflated studs, but to see the Adonis that so effortlessly annihilated 20 presses of such an impressive weight was a first even for him. Perhaps in the back of his mind, he realized that Justin had squeezed in with Dacre, which at least explaining the monumental size. But as he stared at the chiseled man jovially pal around with the other men, showing off his muscle, joking about his musk... the attendant couldn't help but feel a stirring in his shorts.

"Ahhhh yeah, dude. That was nothing! You should see us on circuit days! I mean... See me on circuit days!" Dacre quickly caught Justin's flub before anyone noticed. The other jocks laughed, slapping the possessed hunk's firm ass before wandering back to their weights. "Bro, you gotta be careful! The two of us is already a fuckin' tight fit in here. We don't need anyone else lookin to squirm in!" To any onlooker, it was as if Gordon's body was having a full on conversation with himself, turning his head right and left with two seemingly distinctive voices coming from his lips as he did. Unfortunately, such a display did indeed catch yet another specter's attention.

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Devonte Jackson was the gymnast to beat in 1995. Top of his career, towering over the competition at his mind numbing 7’2”, and an attitude that would kick your ass with a single glare. He had a reputation for being a little rough, both on the rings and when shoving his massive cock into whatever hole presented itself. The man was the textbook definition of the alpha male: jacked, confident, combative, and a jackhammer in the sheets. His unaffected and apathetic demeanor for whatever reason had the bizarre effect of making everyone he met thirsty for him. Sure, he was handsome. Sure, he was huge. Sure, his cock felt like a flagpole ramming inside your guts. But it was that completely dominant persona that made the drool flow freely.

Leaving a trail of broken hearts, bruised egos, and gold medals in his wake, Devonte was the king of the kings with a domination kink to match. Whether it was having his locker room boys lick the sweat from his feet, his sauna boys cleaning his cock, or tying his various girls to the bedframe as he went in... If Devonte was down, you knew that you would be submitting, and submitting it all. You might end up wearing his cheesy creamed condom on your dick for the rest of the week, purely because he thought it was hot. You might end up getting face fucked on the gym floor as he did his pushups, because it he thought it was hot. You might end up walking around on a leash with him at the helm... and yes, because he thought it was hot. He was in charge, and there was never any doubt about it.

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"So, you two jock sniffers rubbing dicks together in there?" Dacre and Justin turned to see the king himself hanging on his ring set, ectoplasmic sweat dripping from every pore. The two were intimately familiar with Devonte's personality and his... predilections. Even in spectral form, the dominating spirit had that notorious cock deep in their holes nearly every week. There weren't ever any complaints, mind you, the duo were about the only two otherworldly creatures that got along with the dominant gymnast. So, as he hung there from his ring with that characteristic flat affect on his gorgeous face, the two occupying ghosts smiled with their borrowed lips, feeling their sizeable bulge stir in their shorts.

"Devonte! What's good, man! What do ya think?" Justin flexed their body, chipper as always. The mocha ghost dropped to his feet and walked toward the two, towering a foot above their already stretched height. He circled them, taking in every aspect of their handiwork, and after a moment he nodded in approval.

"Yeah. You did good, boys. Y'all will fit perfect on me." The two shot their head toward their domineering friend.

"Whoa, Dev. It's already tight enough in here. I don't know if you're gonna fit, man!" Dacre couldn't imagine a third presence inside of this twig of a guy, let alone the biggest one at the gym. Plus, knowing Devonte, they'd be relinquishing a fair amount of their autonomy in this vessel to him. The ghost scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh no, man. That wasn't a request. I'm not sticking around while the only two bros I fuck with skip off into the sunset. Besides, don't you want this in there with y'all?" Devonte grabbed his gigantic bulge, slowly massaging it as it grew. This had never been attempted before. Three in one? Would it even be possible? The kid would probably burst! Though, inherently, they both knew. There wasn't a choice being offered. "Turn around, boys. Do it now."

The duo smirked, if they were gonna have a third in there with them, it was going to be Devonte anyway. The trio were known for pushing the boundaries, forging new ground, excelling: it was a no brainer. Time for one more. They did as instructed, turning around to face the mirror in front of them. Eagerly watching, the two watched as Devonte strutted toward them. Placing his thick hands on their shoulders, he raised his size 17 sneaker and gingerly placed it on their calf.

"Step aside boys, master is coming in." A searing volt of ecstasy rang out from their leg as Devonte shoved his foot into their calf. Veins bulged immediately from the invasion, muscles tore and warped while the foot stepped into theirs. The leather from the high top began to buckle, stretching wider and wider, until their now gigantic size 17s burst from the seams. "Yeah, baby... I know you like that shit, Jus." As the possessed hunk continued to moan from the dominant ghost's invasion, the various lingering spirits around the gym began to gather around. Floating above the hullabaloo below, they all watched leaking and thirsty as Devonte thrust his groin into Gordon's body, immediately eliciting a growing wet spot on the host's growing bulge. Cheers rang out in the ether as Devonte's cock slid into the already engorged member, snaking downward until his musky, hooded monster peeked its head out of the bottom of the shorts.

The spirits began looking at the patrons with hungrier eyes. Watching the sexy corruption taking place below had done more than get them hot and bothered- it had inspired them. Within seconds, a star sprinter had begun to slither into the cock of a twink on the elliptical, across the gym a bodybuilder was squeezing down the throat of a skinny wannabe model, a leather daddy was chest deep in a college student's quickly bubbling ass, a gold metal hockey player was trying his luck at cramming into the college dropout stoner who cleaned the locker rooms... Moans and sounds of squelching and elastic stretching rang out in the cavernous gym, just as Devonte licked the neck of his soon to be vessel before slipping his head into the crowded skull.

For the poor attendant behind the counter, he watched with horror and lust as his patrons were inflated, invaded, and possessed by his spectral tenants, slowly becoming musky star athletes that would take over their respective sports. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for him, his under the desk jerking at the sights, sounds, and smells before him had distracted even him- allowing him to be completely unaware of the 6'3 ripe basketball player that had crept up behind him, quickly diving head first into his open slit.

"Oh, fuck... Diego... yeah babe, get in here!" The basketball ghost made quick work of slipping into the attendant's member; eager to claim a home for himself, his big sneakers slipped into the kid's cock just as the chair gave out. The bubbling, squirming, warping body collapsed onto the floor as the player stretched his limbs out within him, all the while the host crying out in euphoria as his skin began to tan and a foreign, tangy sweat began to seep from his pores.

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'Gordon' had opened his eyes for the first time as the man he would remain for the rest of his life: 7'2, size 17 feet, forever wafting his irresistible sweaty musk for anyone that strode too close to the hulking giant. His thick beard, hairy muscles, tanned complexion and various tattoos exuded the strong image of an alpha, more than prepared to stick his uncut eleven incher into whatever hole you provided. Though, as there were three in one, each inhabiting spirit bestowed a different facet to their beloved host: Dacre's carefree and fun attitude, Justin's immense kinkiness and delicious musk, and Devonte's dominant personality and sheer size all mixed together to form the epitome of the master. He stretched upward, grinning from ear to ear watching his friends squirm around as they made the mortals their personal rides back to the land of the living, recreating them in their own image to boot. Soon, he'd have no shortage of ass to pound into oblivion, nor a shortage of bro's to kick it with. He picked up his water bottle, striding toward the counter, tossing his key on the desk as the former attendant slowly stood up from behind the desk- now shirtless, ripe, gorgeous, and piloted by a good friend. He stretched upward, throwing his arms behind his head as he cracked his neck and back, smirking at 'Gordon.'

"Good to see you, boys! Hitting the court in a minute if you wanna join? Or... if you wanna come get a taste of this dick, it's nice and seasoned for ya!" 'Gordon' laughed, Diego always knew how to please the boys, and he was always so damn good looking.

"Throwin' my bag in the car, then I'm gonna be balls deep in your throat. Better get that tongue ready, my bad boy needs a cleaning." Diego smirked, flexing his new body's gorgeous muscles as Gordon turned and headed toward the lot. He strolled up to the tiny car that the former tenant of their body had owned, scoffing in disgust. "Welp, boys, we're buying a new car tomorrow." Gordon comically squeezed into the tiny little hybrid, slamming the door before tossing his bag into the back. He leaned back, watching in unfettered glee as the parade of jacked, studly bros made their way out of their prison and into the world once more. All because three dipshit musclesluts decided to squeeze themselves into one tiny body. Once the new class of spirits made their way back to the gym, he'd be the first one to show them the ropes- as long as they were on all fours for him by the end.

The Curse (Short)

In a small, forgotten cemetery, three deceased gay men are bound by a witch's ancient curse that prevents them from passing on after death. Instead, every ten years, they are freed from their graves for three days, but as ghosts. During this time, they always immediately go on the hunt for hot men to possess and have fun with.

It's that time again. The earth above their graves in the quiet Alderidge Cemetery begins to stir as the decade's wait comes to an end. With a rush of liberated spirits, the three ghosts burst forth into the night sky. Eager and full of energy, they head towards the nearest city, Massachusetts, their ethereal forms barely contained by their excitement. They split up and fly around town looking for the hottest guys they can find.

They usually just jerk off and fuck most of those 3 days before they're forced out of their stolen bodies. Before then, they take as much advantage as they can. 👻

Finger Licking Good

AI GENERATED STORY OUTLINE: FATSO IS WILDING OUT WITH THIS KOREAN HUNK

In the dim, musty locker room of the old gym, the fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Joon, a Korean bodybuilder with muscles sculpted like a Greek god, wiped the sweat from his brow. He'd just finished an intense workout, and his body glistened with perspiration, highlighting every chiseled contour.

Unbeknownst to him, Fatso, one of the notorious Ghostly Trio, hovered nearby, invisible but watching with keen interest. "Damn, these muscleheads. Always so serious, always so focused. Time for some real fun," Fatso mused, a mischievous grin spreading across his spectral face.

Joon, completely unaware of the ghostly presence, began to strip off his gym clothes. As he admired his reflection in the mirror, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden chill in the air. "What the hell...?" he muttered, looking around but seeing nothing.

Fatso took this as his cue. He materialized just behind Joon, his translucent form shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "Guess what, big guy? You're about to have the time of your life," Fatso whispered, his voice echoing eerily in the confined space.

Before Joon could react, Fatso lunged forward. His ghostly essence seemed to turn into a swirling vortex, and in a horrifying instant, he forced himself into Joon's open mouth. The sensation was both cold and invasive, like an icy windstorm tearing through his insides.

Joon's eyes bulged in shock as he felt Fatso pushing deeper, his hands clawing desperately at his throat. "N-no...! What... is... happening...?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Fatso's laughter echoed in Joon's mind as he continued his takeover. "Relax, big guy. Just enjoy the ride." Joon's resistance weakened, his muscular arms dropping limply to his sides as his body was overwhelmed by the ghostly presence.

Finally, Joon's eyes, now glowing with a mischievous light, reflected the completion of the possession. Fatso had full control. He stretched Joon's new body, flexing the powerful muscles and feeling the raw strength coursing through his veins.

"Well, well, look at this," Fatso said, his voice a bizarre mix of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly rasp. "Usually, I go for the fat guys, but there's a first time for everything. And possessing a Korean hunk? Now that's a twist!"

He flexed Joon's biceps, admiring the sheer power. "Damn, this is something else. These muscles are incredible."

Fatso's hands roamed freely over Joon's body, exploring every inch with a mix of curiosity and lust. He fondled the firm pecs, squeezing them with greedy delight. "Nice and firm. Never had a body like this before. So strong, so... perfect."

His hands moved lower, cupping Joon's round, firm ass cheeks and giving them a playful squeeze. "Not bad, not bad at all."

As Fatso's exploration grew more intimate, he slid a hand down Joon's abs, savoring the rigid contours before reaching the growing bulge in the bodybuilder's shorts. "Let's see what this body can really do," he murmured, pulling down Joon's shorts to reveal his throbbing cock.

Fatso began to stroke Joon's member, feeling the rush of arousal that came with it. "Oh yeah, this is more like it," he groaned, the pleasure intensifying as he continued to masturbate with Joon's powerful hands.

"This is amazing. The strength, the control... it's intoxicating," Fatso moaned, his voice thick with lust. He watched in the mirror as Joon's body responded to his every whim, the muscles tensing and relaxing under his command.

As Fatso's strokes became more vigorous, he relished the feeling of Joon's body nearing climax. He glanced at Joon's protein shake on the bench, an idea forming. "Fuck, this feels incredible," he groaned, his voice a mix of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly echo.

With a final, intense stroke, Fatso pushed Joon's body over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as he directed the stream of cum into Joon's protein shake. "Ohhh, yes!" Fatso shouted, the ecstasy overwhelming him.

As the pleasure subsided, Fatso leaned back, admiring his handiwork. He picked up the protein shake, giving it a little swirl. "Mmm, extra protein," he said with a wicked grin, raising the shake to his lips. He took a long, deliberate sip, savoring the taste. "Delicious," he said, licking his lips. "This body is going to be a lot of fun."

With a satisfied smirk, Fatso settled into his new form, already plotting his next move. The ghost had found a new playground in Joon's perfect body, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon.

Possessed Joon returned home, his muscular frame barely fitting through the doorway of his modest apartment. Fatso, now fully in control of Joon's body, reveled in the newfound strength and power. The ghost couldn't help but flex in front of the mirror, admiring the way Joon's muscles bulged and rippled with each movement.

"Gotta keep the protein up, don't you, big boy?" Fatso chuckled, his voice a sinister blend of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly rasp. He flexed Joon's biceps, enjoying the sight of the massive muscles. "Look at these guns. Damn, I've never had a body like this."

As the evening wore on, a gnawing hunger began to build within him. "Alright, time to feed this beast," Fatso said, grabbing Joon's phone. He scrolled through the food delivery app, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "When in Rome, why not?"

He quickly navigated to a food delivery app and ordered a large helping of Korean fried chicken, grinning with anticipation. "This is gonna be good," he muttered, pacing the room as he hungrily awaited the arrival of his meal. "Can't wait to tear into that chicken."

When the delivery finally arrived, Fatso practically ripped the bag open, his mouth watering at the sight of the crispy, golden chicken. But as he rummaged through the contents, he realized something was missing. "They forgot the sauce. You've gotta be kidding me."

An idea formed in his twisted mind, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, time to improvise."

Fatso unzipped Joon's pants, pulling out the bodybuilder's thick cock. He began to stroke it, his oily hands sliding up and down the shaft. "Mmm, this is gonna be one hell of a sauce," he groaned, the pleasure building quickly.

It didn't take long for Fatso to reach the edge, his strokes becoming more frantic. With a final, intense gasp, he came, directing the stream of cum all over the fried chicken. "Ohhh, yes," he moaned, the ecstasy overwhelming him for a moment.

Panting, Fatso picked up a piece of chicken, now dripping with his improvised sauce. "Delicious," he said with a wicked grin, taking a big, sloppy bite. The taste was a bizarre mix of salty and savory, and he devoured it like a pig, juices running down his chin.

His hunger only grew as he ate, the greasy chicken and his own cum combining in a perverse feast. He chewed loudly, savoring every grotesque bite. "Damn, this is good. Who knew adding a personal touch could be so tasty?"

When he ran out of sauce, Fatso didn't hesitate. He used his oily hands to lube up Joon's cock again, stroking it with renewed vigor. "More sauce coming right up," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. With another intense climax, he sprayed more cum over the remaining chicken, laughing maniacally as he did.

Fatso ate with abandon, his body shaking with pleasure and gluttony. Each bite was a perverse delight, the taste and texture pushing him further into his twisted enjoyment. "Mmm, can't get enough of this. This body's got some stamina, that's for sure."

As he continued to feast, Fatso's belly began to swell, a food baby forming from the sheer amount he consumed. He leaned back in the chair, rubbing his bloated stomach with a satisfied smirk. "Now that's what I call a meal," he said, licking his fingers clean. "This body is going to be a lot of fun."

He flexed his muscles again, this time with a bit of difficulty due to the fullness in his gut. "Look at this, a perfect mix of muscle and... indulgence," Fatso chuckled, feeling the tension in Joon's powerful limbs.

With a contented groan, Fatso slid his hands over his distended belly, feeling the firm yet yielding flesh. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. This is what it means to live... well, possess... in style." He laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment. "I think I'm gonna like it here."

Fatso stretched out, already plotting his next indulgence. The ghost had found a new playground in Joon's perfect body, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon. "This is just the beginning," he murmured to himself, his hands still caressing his bloated belly. "There's so much more fun to be had."

BONUS PT: STRIKE A POSE

The studio was buzzing with energy as the photoshoot for the latest fitness magazine issue was about to begin. Joon, or rather, Fatso inhabiting Joon's muscular body, stood in the center, exuding confidence and raw power. The bright lights illuminated every chiseled line and curve of his physique, making his muscles look even more impressive.

The photographer, a young man named Eric, was setting up his camera and adjusting the lighting. He couldn't help but steal glances at Joon's impressive form, clad only in tight, form-fitting underwear that left little to the imagination.

"Alright, Joon, let's start with some strong poses," Eric instructed, trying to maintain his professional demeanor despite his obvious admiration for Joon's body.

Joon flexed his biceps, striking a pose that showcased his incredible muscle definition. Eric began snapping photos, his camera capturing every detail of Joon's physique.

"So, Joon," Eric said, trying to make small talk as he continued shooting, "what's your fitness routine like? How do you maintain such an amazing body?"

Fatso, unrestrained and uninhibited, smirked. "Oh, you know, gorging on food and having sex all the time. That's my secret workout."

Eric's face turned a deep shade of red, clearly taken aback by Joon's blunt response. "Uh, really? That's, um, interesting."

Joon grinned, enjoying the reaction. "Yeah, nothing like a good feast and some wild fucking to keep these muscles in shape." He flexed again, his erection beginning to strain against the tight fabric of his underwear.

Eric continued snapping photos, but his focus was wavering. Joon noticed and decided to push further, feeling a mischievous thrill. "Looks like you're enjoying this shoot as much as I am," he said, stepping closer to Eric. "You wanna worship this body, don’t you?"

Eric swallowed hard, his professional facade crumbling. "I... I mean, you're in amazing shape, Joon. It's hard not to be impressed."

Joon chuckled, his voice low and seductive. "Go ahead, touch me." He flexed his pecs, making them bounce provocatively. "Feel what real muscle feels like."

Eric hesitated for a moment, then reached out with trembling hands, caressing Joon's hard pecs. "Wow, you're... incredible," he murmured, his fingers exploring the contours of Joon's chest.

"Suck on them," Joon commanded, pushing Eric's head toward his pecs. Eric's lips closed around Joon’s nipple, sucking and licking eagerly. Joon's erection grew even harder, straining against his underwear.

"Good boy," Joon growled, pulling Eric up and turning him around, pressing him against a nearby table. With quick, practiced movements, Joon removed Eric's pants, exposing his ass. Without hesitation, he began to fuck Eric from behind, thrusting with raw, powerful strokes.

Suddenly, Eric's phone rang. He reached for it, but Joon grabbed it first, smirking. "Better keep this call professional," Joon growled, putting the phone on loudspeaker.

"Hello?" the voice of Eric's boss came through the speaker. "How's the shoot going?"

Joon continued to thrust, unbothered by the call. "It’s going great," Eric managed to say, his voice strained as he tried to sound normal. Joon grinned, relishing the situation.

"Yeah, everything’s on schedule," Joon chimed in casually, giving no indication of what was really happening. He thrust harder, making Eric stifle a moan.

"Glad to hear it," the boss said. "Make sure to get plenty of shots of Joon’s physique. We want this to be our best issue yet."

"Of course, sir," Eric replied, his voice shaking slightly. Joon laughed softly, his thrusts never slowing.

"We’re getting some amazing shots, aren’t we?" Joon said, squeezing Eric's hips. "Y-yes," Eric stammered, desperately trying to maintain his composure.

The call finally ended, and the phone clicked off. Joon immediately grabbed Eric’s hair, pulling his head back. "Now, where were we?" he growled, pulling out and shoving his dick into Eric’s mouth. "Eat up, boy. A skinny guy like you needs protein if you wanna be a big boy like me."

Eric gagged slightly but began to suck eagerly, his hands gripping Joon’s thighs. Joon fucked his mouth with powerful thrusts, feeling his climax building. "Yeah, take it all," he groaned, his muscles flexing.

With a final thrust, Joon came, filling Eric’s mouth with his cum. Eric swallowed desperately, his belly swelling with the sheer volume. Joon continued thrusting, milking every drop.

Finally, both of them reached their peak. Eric, overwhelmed, collapsed on the floor, his belly distended from the cum he’d consumed. Joon looked down, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Look at you, all bloated and full," he said, caressing Eric’s swollen belly. "That’s what a real meal looks like."

Fatso, still in control of Joon’s body, reveled in the moment. He flexed his muscles one last time, admiring the scene. "This body is going to have so much fun," he murmured, his hand resting on the passed-out Eric's cum-filled belly.

"Any last words?" the hero asked.

"Let me fulfill your wish" the muscular evil spirit bargained.

"Heh, what do I not already ha-" "Let me enter your body"

"What?"

"Don't pretend, I knew you wanted this since we met"

"Ridiculous, I-"

"Heh- who knew the Earth's superhero has a big bulging possession fetish. This place is SO doomed! You should join us and be a villain"

"Enough!" The superhero launched an energy bolt, attempting to vaporize the demon.

"Dont worry-" The demon, appeared behind the superhero, paralyzing him with his leftover power.

"What are you-" "I'll make sure the process is really enjoyable for you" The ghost laughed and started entering the hero's body from behind.

The ghost started by putting his muscular arms slowly into the hero's muscular arms, massively inflating them in the process.

"Let my dark power enter your body, hero!"

"Urk, no!!!!"

"You said no, but your body's sucking me in!" laughs the demon.

The ghost's legs enter the hero's calves, also inflating them in the process.

"This power coursing through my veins... I'm becoming so much bigger, so much stronger...." the hero lets out an evil laugh as he feels more of the ghosts's essence enter him. The hero can feel his pants getting tight and about to burst out.

"Now for my favourite part, hero" The ghost grins devilishly

The ghost thrusts its thick spectral cock into the hero's behind, merging it with the hero's already erect cock. The hero's pants explodes out of his waist as his cock grows in girth and length. The hero throws his head back in euphoria.

Then, the ghost pushed his chest into the hero's chest, inflating both pecs like a balloon in the process. At this point, the hero looks like a hulking bodybuilder with two heads, his own head and a spectral head behind him.

"YES, YES, YES!!! MORE! BIGGER!" The hero laughs maniacally in ecstasy, while also flexing his newly god like muscular body.

"So hero, do you want me to g-get out of your body now?" the demon teases the hero, as he also tries to hide his utter enjoyment in the process.

"No, NO BE ONE WITH ME," says the hero with crazed eyes

"MERGE WITH ME, DEMON, AND LET'S RULE THIS WORLD TOGETHER"

"Good, the contract has been sealed, now LET ME IN HERO!"

The demon laughs. Its head finally entering the hero's head. The hero moaned throughout the possession process and finally let out a roar once the possession is complete. Streams of ghostly and human cum spurted out of the hero's cock as the two entity merged into a single godly form. Gone is the hero's kind and agile look. The Earth's hero is now a hulking muscle meat with crazed eyes and smile.

"The earth IS doomed indeed..."

The bass thumped through the walls, rattling my windows and vibrating through my thin mattress. I sighed, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the clock glowing 12:34 AM. Marco had been at it for hours, his party spilling out from his backyard into the street, laughter and loud music blending into an obnoxious cacophony. I threw on a t-shirt and padded barefoot to the door, my frustration boiling over.

"Hey, Marco!" I shouted over the fence, catching sight of him with his arm draped around some girl, his golden tan glistening under the dim porch light. His dark brown locks fell perfectly over his forehead, his thin chain catching the light as it rested on his muscular chest. He turned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What do you want, man?" His voice was smooth, dripping with arrogance.

"Can you keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughed, loud and dismissive, turning back to his friends. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he muttered, pulling the girl closer and resuming his conversation. The frustration bubbled into anger. If I couldn’t sleep, I might as well join the party in a different way.

I turned on my heel and walked back to my apartment, slamming the door behind me. I lay down on my bed, closing my eyes, focusing on the rhythmic thudding of the music. Slowly, I felt myself detach from my body, floating upward, becoming an unseen ghost.

Floating unseen, I drifted through the wall, across the street, and into Marco’s yard. The sounds grew louder, more defined, as I zeroed in on him. His voice, deep and commanding, filled my ears.

“And then I told him, ‘You better watch your back, man, or you’ll end up with more than just a black eye,’” Marco boasted, his arm still around the girl. I hovered closer, until I was directly behind him. I could smell the sweat and alcohol emanating from him. With a surge of determination, I slowly entered through his exposed back, seeping into his skin and blood, filling his muscles.

Marco’s body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed as I settled into him. The sensation was intoxicating. His muscles flexed under my control, his heartbeat strong and steady. I felt the warmth of the night air on his golden skin, the slight tickle of hair on his pecs. I turned to the girl, flashing a confident smile.

“Let me get us a drink,” I said, my voice deep and smooth, just like Marco’s. I grabbed his phone from the table, subtly snapping a selfie as I headed inside. The smirk on his face in the photo was pure satisfaction. I took another, this time flashing a toothy grin. Damn, it's so hot pretending to be him.

Once inside, I had not intention of getting the actual drinks. I made my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I stared at the reflection in the mirror, Marco’s dark eyes staring back.

"Hey man, sorry for all the noise, I'm just a loud guy," I said, imitating his voice perfectly "but glad you could come by and join the party. Make yourself at home" I smirked as I made a welcome gesture with open arms to the mirror.

"Don't mind if I do" I made him laugh. This was going to be so much fun.

I began to explore his body, my hands sliding over his muscular chest, feeling the hard pecs beneath my fingers. “Mmm, this feels amazing,” I grasped his pecs, squeezing them over and over. I grasped his pecs, squeezing them over and over. They were so firm, yet so soft as well.

"Ungghhh, fuckkkkkkk, this feels so good," I made him moan loudly, his voice echoing in the small bathroom. I played with his nipples, pinching and rubbing, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

My hands roamed lower, and I couldn't resist any longer. I unbuckled his pants and started to stroke his leaking tool, moaning loudly. "Fuck yeahhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkk" his groans becoming increasingly louder.

"Sorry man, I can't help be-being so fucking lo-loud" I made him moan, feeling the heat build throughout his body. "Can't help being such a loud bi-bitch" I kept going edging him on, the pleasure mounting.

"FUUUCKKK I'M CUMMMING" I shouted in his voice, until I finally exploded, a guttural cry escaping his lips.

I stood there, panting, looking at the mess I had made. Marco's chest was slick with juices, his hands and beard sticky. I brought a finger to his lips, tasting myself. "Mmmm, delicious, thank you Marco" I whispered, grinning at his sloppy reflection.

...

Marco blinked, finding himself standing over the sink in the bathroom. He looked around, confusion etched on his face as he took in the mess and at his reflection: his chest and hands covered in juices, some in his beard, and his pants around his ankles. His dick hung limp, dripping.

"What the fuck," he said, shaking his head tasting the stickiness in his mouth. What the fuck happened?

Guardian

To say I disliked going on these hunting trips with my dad and his friends would be an understatement. The truth was I absolutely hated them. What could possibly be fun about chasing innocent defenseless creatures and killing them? I at least could not see the fun in it.

The only silver lining on these hunting trips was my dad’s best friend Daniel. Though he was absolutely obnoxious, loud and arrogant, always boasting about his latest premium cigars or hook-ups with women, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly attracted to him. There was just something about that rough voice, hairy body and that rugged beard that kept me hooked. It would not be far to say that the only reason I kept coming with them was to see Daniel and perhaps hope he would somehow feel the same way towards me. That however would surely never happen as he made it very clear how incredibly homophobic he was every time he and my dad talked about “those faggots”.

Oh well, at least I got to stare at his wonderful firm butt every time we went out for a hunting session.

This year the hunting trip took place in a new forest we had never been to before. I could only guess my dad and his friends had scared away all the animals in the last forest. After setting up the camp in a secluded spot near the outskirts of the forest, we immediately began preparing the hunting equipment. I could literally feel them oozing out of anticipation for the hunt. God, I already felt bad for any animal crossing their path today.

As we trekked through the woods searching for prey, Daniel was walking in front of me, breaking every branch and stepping on every mushroom along the way. As we got deeper and deeper into the woods, the exertion began to show on everyone. My dad began panting, Daniel started to sweat and took off his shirt, while I slowly fell behind everyone. I did not mind though as I could smell Daniel’s musky odour oozing towards me. That mixed with the smoky scent of his cigar gave me such a hard-on, I could only hope no one would turn around and see it. Anyway, it was through these kinds of experiences that I realized my affinity for nature and... men.

I was suddenly interrupted by my thoughts when Daniel’s big burly hands pulled out in front of me, stopping me before signaling me to lay low. Apparently they had found their first prey. Slowly climbing towards a bush, we positioned ourselves strategically around it. Curiously, I peeked above it to see a herd of deer nibbling on grass. There had to be at least fifteen of them; bucks, does and even a few fawns. Sitting back down slowly, I suddenly heard a crunch under my foot. I had stepped on a branch. Alarmed, the herd immediately sprang into action and ran off into different directions. Almost instinctively, my dad and his friend jumped up and ran after them, leaving just me and Daniel.

“Shit! You’re goddamn worthless!” Daniel said as he stood up and kicked me to the side, before running off in a direction he had seen some does and fawns run to. Picking myself up, I rubbed my bruised rib cage for a second before running after Daniel.

Following the trail of broken branches and that strong musky smell I knew all too well, I found Daniel leaning quietly against a big oak while gripping his rifle. Upon seeing me, he frowned before signaling me to come over. As I stepped towards him, he suddenly grabbed me in a chokehold, pressing his mouth close to my ear.

“You better not ruin this for me, okay? Just be quiet and don’t fucking move. Is that clear, faggot?” he whispered spitefully in my ear before releasing me and turning back to whatever he was watching. Catching my breath, I suddenly realized what he had called me - a faggot. I’m guessing my “appreciation” of his body had not gone unnoticed. Our conversation was suddenly interrupted by the rustling of the bushes.

"Got ya!" He sneered, his eyes now focused and completely disregarding me. Shoving me aside he clenched his rifle and intently searched for the cause of the sound - like a predator just waiting to pounce onto his prey. Curiously I began crawling my way towards him, only to have him give me yet another annoyed glance before telling me to stay low with shushes and hand gestures. I think I did pretty well quietly crawling my way next to him this time without stepping on branches. I peeked over the bush to see the target of Daniel's attention; a wide open glade with a small fawn staring confusingly around itself. Probably having lost its way from the rest of the pack, it was now easy prey for Daniel and his friends.

"Look. This is how a real man does it." He whispered to me as he slowly pulled up his rifle and aimed it towards the fawn. The armpits of his shirt were now drenched with sweat, probably from anticipation and joy. After all, he would be the first one to catch a prey in this new place.

Normally I'd keep my attention towards Daniel’s flexed guns instead of watching the slaughter of an innocent life, anything to keep my mind off all the blood and gore, but when the fawn quietly grunted I just had to turn my attention towards it. It was shaking. It looked so scared and weak, its legs barely holding it up and its eyes anxiously searching for any sign of its parents. My heart broke and I realized I just couldn't let this defenseless, innocent creature lose its life to someone as horrible as Daniel. So... without even thinking it through I grabbed the closest branch I could find and chucked it towards the fawn. Alerted by it, it quickly noticed our presence before scurrying away into the bushes. Just in time too as Daniel's shot completely missed its target.

"Shit!" He screamed as he jumped out of the bush and ran after it. He shot two more times towards it before realizing it was long gone. I ran after him too, and stopped beside him as we stood in the middle of the glade - staring towards the direction where the fawn had run off.

I turned to my side to see Daniel's reaction, and as expected his rugged face showed both disappointment and frustration at the same time. Disappointed for missing his shot, and frustration most likely towards me. Realizing he had lost his only prey for the day, he turned towards me and grabbed me by my arms. His thick bulging biceps held me firmly in place.

"What did you do that for?!! I knew you were a worthless piece of shit, but this... this takes the cake!" He yelled while he shook me back and forth. "I knew I should've told your dad to never bring you along!"

"I-I-It was just a baby..." I  tried to justify myself for him, though deep down I was actually proud of what I had done.

"WHO FUCKING CARES!! It's just a walking piece of meat for us humans to consume anyway!" Daniel yelled, as he was getting even more agitated by me answering. His face grew more and more red and his grip around me became even harder and stronger.

You are a walking piece of meat I'd like to consume, I thought amusingly to myself as he stopped shaking me and stared crazily at me. His hot smoky breath blew against my face and I couldn't help but feel my bulge grow at the situation I was in; a hot and sweaty Daniel was holding me and breathing down my face. I couldn't help but smirk at my predicament.

"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!!!" His eyes burned with fury and madness, so much that even I began to get a little bit scared. That's also when he looked down and noticed my still growing bulge. "You get off on this don't you... you faggot." he said, no longer shouting and sounding furious. His grip also became a little bit looser. However, there was obviously hatred and some hint of madness left in his voice.

"Your dad should've done this to you a long time ago..." he said calmly. I could no longer sense any kind of emotion in his voice. Before I could even react I felt his strong rugged hands wrap around my throat and my back hit the hard yet grassy ground. I was in so much in shock that it took me a few seconds before I realized that Daniel was on top of me, his hands around my neck, and that I could no longer breathe. Knowing that there was no one within these woods that would come to my aid I was sure this is where I would die. Yet, as I was pinned down under him, on the verge of being strangled to death, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about his big bulge pressing against me. To think that I would finally be this close to the object of my desire just moments before I die.

Smiling happily, I tried to take one last breath, breathing in Daniel’s natural body odor, and seeing the madness in his face rising before I felt my consciousness slip away...

.....

It was brief though as I soon jolted awake. Finding myself still on the ground with Daniel on top of me, I looked up to see him no longer staring down at me with his crazed face. Instead he was looking straight forward with a face of wonder and fear. His grip now loose around my throat I began trying to wiggle free. Only managing to feel his bulge rub against my stomach, he effortlessly pushed me down again stopping my attempt.

Letting go of just one hand around my throat, he reached out behind him and fumbled around with the rifle on the ground. Before he had a chance to pull it up though, a gust of wind suddenly came blowing out of nowhere. For me it seemed like a small breeze, but it apparently had a different effect on Daniel as he suddenly lost his grip on me and was flung a few meters away. His huge body literally flew across the sky before he landed on his back with a loud thud, supposedly knocking him unconscious.

Free of the weight I slowly pulled myself up before cautiously turning around to see what Daniel had been staring at. Expecting a bear or something I was instead greeted by the sight of a majestic buck.

With its tall entangling crown that reached up towards the sky, its silky white fur shimmering under the sunlight and its big eyes glowing in a ghostly shade of blue. I could only stand there transfixed at the creature in front of me. It also took me a few seconds to notice the small fawn standing behind one of the buck’s hind legs, the same one that I had managed to let run off earlier. They both stood there still as statues and just stared at me, not even blinking once.

Uncertain of where I would go from here, a voice suddenly echoed among the trees, its words vibrating my very core.

“I am the Guardian Spirit of this Forest and you humans are soiling its ground with your violence and bloodlust. I will not tolerate any more of this. You shall be punished!” Those last words echoing deep and hard. “However, I saw your actions and sensed a strong and compassionate soul within you, one worthy of my blessing. For saving the young one I shall grant you one wish of your desire. Choose now before I change my mind.”

I barely had time to comprehend what had happened or what the voice had told me, but I sure knew what a wish meant. Thinking about it for a short while, I realized I couldn’t decide on anything. There’s just too much to choose from. I was just about to decline the offer when I heard some groaning behind me. Turning around I saw Daniel’s hairy sweaty body still on the ground, looking just as amazing as always, and that’s when I realized exactly what I wanted. Turning back to the majestic buck I pointed a finger towards Daniel’s still somewhat unconscious body and answered with determined look on my face:

“I want that.” Not completely sure myself what I meant with it.

“As you wish. May your life be long and compassion guide your way.” the voice echoed one last time before the gust of wind came back. This time it was so powerful I could barely stand. Bracing myself, I felt my feet give in and I lost my balance. Expecting to get flung away like Daniel, I instead felt my weak body rip itself from my very being (soul, essence, life force), and flying even further away than Daniel.

Looking down I found myself no longer in possession of a body, instead I seemed to have transformed into a glowing sphere. Floating in the air like I was some kind of wisp, I felt light and free, and no longer bound to the physical world.

Barely a second had passed before another gust of wind came, this time blowing towards Daniel’s unconscious body. Watching it all happen, I saw Daniel’s body arching its back before a similar spherical object was forcefully pulled out from his chest. Dragging it along, the wind seemed to know exactly where it was going as it directed the glowing sphere right back into my old body. With a big “oomph” it was pushed into my weak scrawny body, leaving me floating there next to Daniel’s now empty shell.

It wasn’t hard for me to puzzle everything together and I knew exactly what needed to be done. Floating towards the empty vessel, I found my floating form hovering right above his body. Looking down at the body I had admired for so long, my gaze turned towards his broad beefy chest. So big, so strong, so hairy, I knew that it would be the perfect gateway to my new life.

As my wispy form slowly began to sink down into his meaty and furry chest, I could not help but stare up at his rugged and handsome face. To think that that bearded face, strong jawline and piercing deep eyes would soon be mine made me shiver in anticipation as I pushed myself down harder. Within a few seconds I had fully entered Daniel’s body.

Slowly but surely I felt my wisp form spread out within his body, flowing down his toes, up his fingertips, and into his growing erection. I could feel his body beginning to shake vigorously as it adapted to its new owner, and if I didn’t know better I’m pretty sure it was experiencing pure pleasure and even orgasmed as my spirit made its flesh feel complete again.

Lastly, as I filled out his head I felt my non-physical form finally mould and shape itself into an exact replica of Daniel. I figured I was now a clone of Daniel in spirit form, trapped within Daniel’s physical body. Before anything else happened though... I suddenly blacked out.

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Waking up with the sun shining in my eyes, I felt the soft moss and ground on my back, thinking I had simply fallen asleep. Stretching out a hand to shield my eyes against the sun, I was met with a big burly hand instead of my usual slim one. Staring at the hand for a while, I suddenly recalled everything that had transpired before. How I had saved a fawn from Daniel, met the Guardian Spirit of the Forest, and granted me one wish that allowed me to put my spirit within Daniel’s body.

Pushing myself up, I looked down to see my new body. Sure enough I was greeted with the same dirty hunting clothes Daniel had been wearing. Patting myself down with my new big hands, I could feel my thick biceps and bulky hairy body underneath all the clothes. It felt so euphoric being able to touch the body of my deepest desires with its own mighty hands. Soon enough, one of those hands found themselves inside my pants, fondling my new thick cock. Groping around Daniel’s beefy body, I realized I had forgotten the most important thing, the thing I could never get enough of. Lifting one of my thick arms up I turned my head towards his armpit and gave it a huff.

I was greeted with the strong and sweet musky odour that I fell in love with the first time I met him. Like a drug, I kept taking long deep breaths, savouring more and more of my new musky scent. Prying my other arm away from my now rock hard cock, I brought my big burly hand up to my nose and inhaled.

Woah! I was blown away by the even more intoxicating smell and almost ejaculating right then and there. It probably smelled a hundred times stronger, better and more pungent than his armpit. To think Daniel held such a treasure hidden underneath all his clothes!

Turning my head back and forth between my armpit and my hand, I suddenly realized that I no longer needed to go on these hunting trips anymore just to glance at Daniel or get a whiff of his scent. After all, I could do that whenever I wanted now, as it is MY reflection and MY musky odour! That very thought sent me over the edge as I massively came over and over again, completely soaking the underwear with Daniel’s semen. No, MY semen.

With cum slowly dripping down my hairy legs, I turned around wondering how Daniel was doing in my body, expecting him to wake up and freak out anytime soon. Much to my surprise though, what I saw was instead a small fawn standing in a pile of my old clothes. Its fur seemingly has the same shade of auburn as my old hair. Having laid there watching me for who knows how long, its eyes suddenly met mine and quickly turned into an expression of hatred and disgust.

I took a step towards it with my pants still sticky with residue, when I accidentally stumbled over the rifle laid on the ground. Seeing the rifle beneath my feet, the fawn’s expression suddenly turns into that of fear. Quickly pushing itself up, it clumsily scurried away into the woods, almost like it had never walked with four legs before, before it disappeared among the many bushes and trees.

Not completely sure what had happened I picked up the rifle and Daniel’s cigar box and set off towards the camp. All the way back I kept enjoying the taste of a premium smoke and the feel of my cum-soaked underwear squishing against my crotch. I could definitely get used to it.

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Back at the camp, we all turned up with nothing to show. Some of the guys even said the forest must be haunted and that they felt watched wherever they went. I knew it wasn’t exactly haunted, but I played along anyways.

My dad started to panic as he realized I was not with me (or Daniel... well, that's technically me now... whatever, you get it). He kept asking me why I hadn’t watched over his son, which I lied to and said that I told him to go back to camp before I ran after the herd.

As my dad and his friends panicked and made several calls everywhere including the cops, I simply stood there staring at them while completely unfazed at what was happening.

After all, I knew exactly where I was - safe within Daniel’s body. I took one last long inhale to drink in the musky smell oozing from my hairy and sweaty body before joining “my” friends in the chaos.

Epilogue

It’s been a few years since that fateful day that changed my life. My old clothes were found a few days later inside a bear’s den - shredded and tattered. How it got there beats me, but the authorities proclaimed me as dead and the case was never brought up again.

Although I now looked, sounded and smelled like Daniel, I had “become” a completely different man. Making improvements to my new life, everyone was greatly surprised when Daniel became a more kind, passionate and caring person. What shocked them even more though was when I came out as gay, explaining how all my homophobic actions had been a way to hide my own true feelings.

As expected, almost all of Daniel’s friends left or stopped talking to me. That included “my” own homophobic dad, which I was kind of happy for since he was the last tie to my old life.

Leaving those hunting days behind me, I began to help animals in need and even helped build a new shelter for them. It was through these actions that I met my husband, a kind and handsome scout leader in his thirties wishing to stop animal hunters from harming any further wildlife. Seeing as we both had the same goal it was only natural we fell in love and started dating. We moved around helping different shelters, got engaged a few months after that, before finally deciding to settle down by the very same forest I lost and gained a life. We built our own cottage, which we made into our home while also providing shelter for any animal in need.

Nowadays I spend my days keeping a watchful eye on the woods by making sure not a single hunter or poacher takes even one step inside this sacred forest.

Sitting there on the porch with one hand down my pants while waiting for my husband to finish his round, I raise one of my arms for a minute and let its smell mix with the cigar in my mouth. Taking a small huff of the aroma I had grown to love so much over these past years, my own body’s musky odour and the deep smell of my favourite brand of smoke, I sat back and relaxed.

My mind began to wander, and with a smile on my face I thought to myself: the small fawn I had seen run off back then must surely have found its way home, just as I had found my forever home - within Daniel’s amazing body.

The End

A remake of one of my own stories! I decided to revisit a favourite story of my own from a few years back, only to realize it never picked up as much steam as I thought. So I thought I'd try it again, with a newer model that I just recently discovered! I really think he fit the story, and I hope you guys enjoyed it as well! /Verus

"Cmon now, what are you waiting for? The real Hasyim wouldn't even let your disgusting gay self being this close to him, so dig in,"

Surya smirked devilishly, his plan to corrupt his straight and religious (but fucking hot!) roommate really come to fruition. The spirit he casted using the spell last night has been turning Hasyim's behavior upside down with the latest tattoo addition on his biceps, that skimpy underwear he worn shamelessly in their shared housing, the smoking and at last, the lustful dom attitude that Surya dreamed on Hasyim ever since he laid eyes on the no-fuss, totally polite and pious 29 years old senior PR associate. Unfortunately for Hasyim, he got a devious roommate next door in the form of the lustful and very horny Surya that would go the extra mile to satisfied his lust and desires

Fausto

Note: the bold italic dialogues are spoken in Spanish.

Just claimed this hot redhead Latino hunk as my own. He fought me at first, but I knew he secretly wanted it…. And when he finally gave in, dude… it was worth it… He's all mine now. I was simply obliging his secret desires and he loves every second of it…

I caught my new plaything at the gym, where Fausto was lifting weights, his big muscles glistening with sweat under the harsh lights. Those beefy arms, that thick abdomen, the bulge in his skintight shorts - Mhmm… he was practically begging for some perverted, naughty ghost to take over him.

The musky aroma of his exertion hung thick in the air, intoxicating me. His oblivious self had no clue what was coming. With a breath, I sent forth my spirit form. Fausto choked out, dropping the barbell with a clang and his veins bulging, "What the fu--?!"

"Who the hell are you!" Fausto jumped back, startled as my spirit form manifested before him. I said nothing, simply smirking as I boldly trailed my ghostly fingertips over his juicy swollen pecs and his sweaty biceps.

"Get away from me, freak!" He lashed out, trying to push me back. Chuckling darkly, I surged forward, phasing my astral form into Fausto's mouth and nostrils. He recoiled, gagging and choking as I invaded. "That's it, keep fighting..." I purred into his mind. "It'll make the surrender much sweeter…"

His body thrashing against me as I shoved myself deeper inside with each frantic gasp. Just watching that thick shaft pulse with each of his anguished cries was almost enough to make me climax right then. His pulsing cock erupted with searing ecstasy, unleashing thick ropes of warm cum through his clinging shorts.

"Beg me to take you, eh, pretty boy..." I growled, raking his body with phantom tendrils. "Submit and I'll give you the claiming you’ve been so desperately crave."

"No! Get...out!" he growled through gritted teeth, face contorting as I burrowed further into his body.

"Don't fight it, stud..." I purred, my disembodied voice echoing through his very bones.

"Fuck you, you freaky pervert!!" Even as he howled in defiance, his shuddering hips were grinding shamelessly, rutting against nothing but phantom caresses. "I'll never... let you... ARRGHHH!" Fausto's eyes rolled back as I submerged his consciousness, his big form convulsing violently.

"So... fucking... yield to me!" I snarled through his clenched jaw as the orgasmic throes subsided. Weaker and broken, Fausto could only whimper as I imprinted deeper, overriding his consciousness.

"I... I submit..."

Fueled by arousal, my hands roamed greedily over the swollen mounds of pec and delt, tracing every deep cut with sick glee. His thick cock strained against his clingy shorts, a bead of huge cum seeping out in response to my firm exploration.

"That's right, hermoso...you're my personal stallion now. My toy to control as I please." I matched his subsumed lust with my own growl. "And I'm gonna run this body ragged..."

I drank in the sight of the Fausto's exquisite physique in the mirror. Bulging biceps swelled obscenely as I flexed, smirking at his rapturous dismay. Running my new hands along those strong abs and juicy pecs, my loins swelled with pride.

"Mmm, that's right stud...look how powerful, how dominant I appear in your body." I shot him a leering wink.

As Emily and Jason arrived at her house, they tried to sneak upstairs, but of course Mr. Richardson blocked their attempt as he suddenly appeared from the second floor

"Oh, walking inside my house now, Jason?"

The young jock stammered to come up with any sort of reply, but Mr. Richardson already burst to laughter mere seconds later

"Calm down, man. You know I have no issue whatsoever with you," Mr. Richardson said as he casually circled Jason's neck with his arm to embrace the young man. Jason chuckled uncomfortably while seeing at the also awkward Emily, but then Emily said

"Okay dad, can you let him go and let us go upstairs? We'll keep the door open, obviously,"

"Oh sure thing, but why don't you go clean yourself first and I'll talk with Jason in the meantime? Us men can definitely benefit from good cold beer and some sports matches on TV, there's always a sporting tournament across the globe at anytime,"

Both youngsters stared at each other, but Jason's approving nod settled Emily to let this whole thing happened. So, Emily climbed the stairs and then looked down to catch Jason's gaze for one last time before the shower as her boyfriend disappeared from her sight. Little did she know, it's the last time she's really looking at Jason's eyes

Everything went normal from Jason's perspective. He chugged his beers and the father of his girlfriend sat beside him and adding some commentary to the weightlifting competition they currently viewed, nothing really out of the ordinary, well, the fact that Mr. Richardson is shirtless and smelled of sweat and tobacco is quite a unique one since he rarely went shirtless everytime there's a guest or non-family member around the house. Is he considering him family now, Jason thought to himself. But Jason of course never prepared when the series of advance suddenly happened out of nowhere. Starting from the lounging arm of Mr. Richardson behind his head, the way the shirtless dad-body is now closer to him and the sudden more suggestive voice coming out of Mr. Richardson's mouth really took him by surprise. Right when Mr. Richardson remarked that one of the weightlifter would look nice to be kneeling on the floor begging for some big fat cock to impale his mouth, which of course surprised Jason until he tried to reply the shocking statement, the muscular arm of Mr. Richardson that previously placed behind Jason's head in the sofa suddenly grabbed the 21-years-old jock's neck and shoved it with one swift move down to his crotch. Jason have zero times to respond and he found his head rubbed all over the mesh shorts worn by Mr. Richardson. He tried to fight it but he simply cannot break free from Mr. Richardson's tight grip as the man switched the hand that held his neck to the right one for stronger pressure, leaving the left hand free. The thought of this to be mere rough-housing left the room as soon as Jason's mouth felt the growing meat underneath the fabric. His eyes went wide with horror when he also felt that Mr. Richardson's left hand started to slid into his pants and trying to find access to his straight virgin hole. His hand flailed around trying to hit and stop Mr. Richardson from further violating his body but with his sight only limited to Mr. Richardson's crotch, it becomes an aimless flapping of his muscular arm trying to inflict any sort of harm to the muscular patriarch of the Richardson's household.

So, in between inserting his fingers into Jason's hole or grabbing the jock's ass, he used his left hand to undo his shorts to give Jason a direct view of what made Emily 19 years ago. As Mr. Richardson tried to direct Jason's mouth to be impaled by his uncut monstrosity, Jason grazed the foreskin with his teeth which angered Mr. Richardson. He violently slapped Jason until the jock fell to the floor with his ear ringing for a couple seconds, which is an enough interval for Mr. Richardson to pin the jock down on the floor instead

Before Jason managed to scream to alert Emily, Mr. Richardson swiftly stuffed the jock's mouth with his mesh shorts while proceeding to undress the jock further. Mr. Richardson gleefully grinned upon seeing Jason's resistance, enjoying the sight of the quarterback muscular back writhed under duress trying to break free. He then decided that it's enough to play around and started the main agenda into motion as he spread Jason's legs wider to ensure easier entrance. He inserted three, and then four digits of his finger into the jock's stretched cunt, treating the quarterback like a bitch Mr. Richardson used to fuck after Emily's mother passed away a couple years ago. Jason obviously screamed and even cried with the assault done by his potential future father-in-law, but it's all muffled by the mesh shorts that remained stuck in his mouth. When the whole fingers eventually released with a loud schlorp, Jason is already a mess mentally and Mr. Richardson decided that it's time to seal everything. Jason already accepted the fact that his hole would be stretched wide by the monstrosity he witnessed earlier, as he can feel the spits Mr. Richardson used to lube his hole coating the entrance of his asshole. He can also feel the radiating heat of the monster hovering above, looking for tight hole to bury itself deep. But to Jason surprise, rather than instant fullness of the girth, it's something else that entered his hole. It feels cold like a breeze of icy air, and it's flowing despite nothing really entered his hole, like a ghost sensation! If he could look to his back, he would probably fight for freedom as Mr. Richardson is practically frozen in his position as he lost the driver of his body that started its migration to invade Jason's physique. The spirit of the skinny nerd left Mr. Richardson's body from all possible orifice and centered its entrance through Jason's cunted hole. The jock started to feel the foreign presence invading his body and trying to take control, yet he cannot do anything except to moan and writhe as the sensation feels like something he never experienced before. His whole body trembled violently as more of the spirit entered his hole and started to take control over one limb over the other. He tried to get himself up from the floor but his cock pulsed harder as the foreign entity take control of it and make it reach its full length. That's also when he realized that Mr. Richardson's body is like a drained husk as it easily rolled to the floor, but that's already too late for the jock as the entire spirit is already deep inside his bodily system and left Mr. Richardson's body. As his back arched to the point of almost breaking, his head also thrashed from left to right screaming and hollering with no sound due to the pleasure it experienced from the possession before one final seizure ended the fight of the resistant jock, now a mere passenger in his own body as a new driver found itself in the driving seat. Jason's exasperated face quickly turned sinister as he grabbed the hardening cock now under his full control, the nerd managed to fully take control of the jock

"Time to blow this shit inside Emily," he grinned as he started his ascend to the second floor and ready to take what's his

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 23: Ghost Possession

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Despite being a werewolf, Derek didn’t believe in ghosts. In his opinion, they were the cheap product of Hollywood trying to advertise uncreative horror films. He would scoff at the young adults who’d dared one another to sneak into McFadden Manor, only to hear them swear up and down that they’d seen a ghost. Lies, Derek figured.

Still, when Stiles had made up his mind to investigate the ghost stories surrounding McFadden Manor for Halloween, Derek had instantly jumped at the chance to tag along in an attempt to look brave and woo the hyperactive human. 

Unfortunately, Derek couldn’t hide the grimace as he walked through the deserted McFadden Manor. The abandoned mansion was the center of numerous spooky, Halloween-themed tales— all of them focusing on a mischievous trio of ghosts who liked to mess with unsuspecting people. The wide smile on Stiles’s face deeply contrasted with Derek’s scowl.

He eagerly held up an ancient-looking camera. “We should split up and cover more ground,” he said. “I’ll go down towards the garden while you inspect the bedrooms. Radio me if you see anything.” He shoved a large, dinosaur era walkie talkie towards the werewolf.

“I can just text you…” Derek muttered, studying the heavy tech in his hands.

“Thanks for coming with me again, Der,” Stiles said, offering the usually grumpy werewolf a sincere smile, making the alpha’s heart flutter in his chest.

In response, Derek puffed out his muscular chest with pride, his pecs pressing teasingly against his thin, white t-shirt. “S’no problem,” he grunted, trying to play it cool, but he could feel his cheeks grow hot as he blushed. Plus, he couldn’t help but crunch his stomach to make his abs pop against his shirt too, his muscular bod being his best form of flirting since he wasn’t really good at wooing orally.

Stiles happily ran down one of the dark hallways towards his destination, Derek not-so-subtly watching his perky butt as it disappeared.

“Damn,” Derek admired before frowning at the sight of the decrepit mansion. “Damn it.”

Frowning again, he shrugged his broad shoulders and lumbered throughout the dark, cobweb-filled halls. To humor himself, Derek sniffed at the air, smelling nothing in the air except for dust and rats. He rolled his eyes at himself participating in this foolish activity, yet, he forced himself to focus on the endgame: Stiles and him getting together… and then heatedly fucking in his Camaro.

That last thought put a little more pep in Derek’s steps as he explored the empty rooms in the mansion.

*Thud!

Derek tensed up at the sound that echoed out from one of the bedrooms. Following the source, Derek entered a room near the end of the hallway. The room turned out to be a bathroom, the rusty toilet giving it away. There was a dust-covered sink with a dirty mirror near the entryway, and in the far end was a standing tub with a yellow curtain closed over it.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in confusion over the fact that the water seemed to be running in the tub, steam even billowing out from the curtain.

“What the hell?” Derek wondered aloud, knowing that there was no way this house was occupied given its dilapidated state. Still, the running water left the werewolf deeply confused. He grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and ripped it to the side.

Inside of the tub was a portly bluish figure that was slightly transparent. Looking like a caricature ripped out of a cartoon, the ghost had a little tail that seemingly phased in and out of existence as the creature showered. When it noticed that it was being watched, the ghostly figure looked over at Derek and gasped, covering its lower half with its hands… despite there being really nothing to see.

“Do you mind?” the ghost scoffed.

Derek was stunned silent for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at an actual ghost that was floating before him. “Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “You’re a fuckin’ ghost!”

The ghost exaggeratedly rolled its eyes at Derek. “No shit,” it huffed in a baritone-filled voice that only emphasized its rotund girth. A sly grin formed on its translucent face and its eyes sparkled. “You know, most fleshies tend to avoid this place because of me and my brothers, but here you are.” He sniffed at the air, his smile growing wider. “A werewolf?”

Derek flinched and took a cautious step back.

The ghost continued. “We don’t get a lot of your kind here,” he chuckled. “Your bodies tend to be a little more sturdy. This should be fun!”

The ghost lurched forward at lightening speed, much faster than Derek’s werewolf instincts could react. Since his jaw was still hanging low in shock, the ghost aimed right for the alpha’s agape mouth. 

Derek felt his mouth being stretched to the limit as the ghost squeezed himself inside of him. It was a difficult sensation to describe. Thanks to the ghost’s vapor-like body, it felt as if there was a gust of air that was keeping Derek’s jaw thrusted down as it shoved itself in. Cartoonish stretching noises, like rubber, sounded out as the ghost entered the werewolf. Derek felt himself getting fuller and fuller, feeling as if he’d just eaten a multi-course meal and was stuffed to the brim.

With a simple pop, the ghost finished his entrance and successfully squeezed his rotund body deep inside of Derek.

The werewolf felt full, his stomach and even lower end of his throat feeling as if there was a thick soup trapped in it. Derek stumbled around on shaky feet, trying to piece together what had just happened. The ghost squirmed a little as he settled in under Derek’s skin, the werewolf wincing at the sensation. 

“Damn, I can’t believe that worked!” Derek heard himself exclaim. “I usually have trouble fitting inside tiny bodies.”

Tiny? Derek balked.

Derek’s tingling limbs appeared out of his control, and the more Derek tried his best to strain and walk on his own accord, the more horrified the werewolf grew as it dawned on him that he wasn’t in control of his body. He even attempted to open up his mouth and demand that the ghost leave his body, but he couldn’t even do that— instead, Derek was more so a passenger inside of his own body. He could still experience every sense, smelling and feeling everything around himself, but he couldn’t move or speak on his own.

He felt his legs propel him forward, turning around to look into the mirror. Derek bristled at his own reflection which only smiled back at him, his smile eerily similar to that of the ghost’s.

What the fuck are you doing to me?! Derek roared on the inside. Get the fuck out!

The ghost only shook Derek’s head mockingly. “No way,” he said, making Derek’s body and voice say it on his behalf. “I kinda miss having a body so I’m gonna hang onto yours for a bit. The name’s Fatso, by the way.”

That’s a stupid name.

The ghost shrugged. “And this is a stupid body,” he countered, exploring Derek’s body, running his hands over it. Derek could feel every touch, unable to stop feeling himself up. “There’s barely any room inside of here. Let’s fix that.”

Derek screamed on the inside as he witnessed his stomach shudder before it expanded outwards. His gut grew in size and it rounded out as Fatso forced it to bubble out. Derek’s chiseled abs disappeared as a thick layer of fat appeared over them, going from firm to large and jiggly. It grew bigger and bigger, becoming huge and bulbous as it jutted far out in front of Derek, looking as if he’d swallowed a yoga ball instead of a ghost. To add to the inflation, even Derek’s pecs packed on some fat. They lost some of their tone as they grew larger and saggier, resting atop his enormous belly. There was still some traces of Derek’s large muscles underneath his new girth, but instead of looking like he lived in a gym, he looked more like some ex-jock who was in the middle of a perpetual bulking phase.

What the fuck did you do to me?! Derek roared on the inside, wincing as he examined his new body in the mirror. He must’ve gained well over fifty pounds, with most of it centered on his new gut. His mysterious growth had torn his t-shirt to shreds, forcing him to see all of his girth at once. Despite looking hard and solid, Derek winced at the way his gut hung over his jeans, sagging slightly.

Fatso mock-frowned. “Don’t be like that,” he taunted, putting both of his hands on the sides of Derek’s new belly and giving it a playful shake, causing it to bounce wildly. “I think you look much better with some more meat on our bones. Now there’s some food in the kitchen that we can eat.”

Eat? You mean you want me to get even fatter? Derek protested, unable to prevent his body from waddling out of the bathroom and down the hallway. His thicker thighs rolled over one another as he moved, and his rotund belly stuck so far out in front of himself that he couldn’t even see his feet. He inwardly flinched every time his foot thudded against the hardwood floor, sending a ripple through his belly and pecs.

Fatso forced Derek into the kitchen, where he made him lumber towards the fridge. Derek was surprised that when it opened, it was stocked full of food that looked like it’d just been bought earlier that day as opposed to sitting for years untouched.

Derek felt his arms lurch forward, grabbing fistfuls of various treats and snacks. 

“The only downside to being a ghost is that you can’t eat a lot of food,” Fatso lamented. “But the good thing about possessing a werewolf fleshie is that you can gorge on tons and tons of junk food. Much, much more than a human can!”

No! Wait! Derek pleaded.

His pleas fell on deaf ears as Fatso eagerly shoved loads of food into Derek’s mouth, moaning loudly as he tasted all sorts of flavors. Salty, sweet, savory— all kinds of different foods were shoved down Derek’s eager throat, none of them low-calorie.

The entire time, the werewolf inwardly begged Fatso to stop gorging on so much junk food. However, the ghost was paying no attention to him, moaning loudly as he devoured everything in the fridge.

In the center of the fridge was a delicious looking, three-tiered cake with bright pink frosting. Derek could feel his mouth salivating as his eyes honed in on the monstrous dessert. 

Before Derek could uselessly plead with Fatso again, his hands grabbed at the cake as he greedily gobbled it down. All he could taste was the sugary frosting and the chocolate center of the cake, grimacing at the sweetness, yet Fatso loved it.

Derek inwardly froze when he felt something horrible: his pants felt like they were getting tighter.

It was hard to tell since Fatso controlled his line of sight, but Derek could barely make out his gut growing more and more into his field of vision. It didn’t take long for the werewolf to put two and two together to figure out that, thanks to Fatso’s overeating, he was getting even bigger.

His big belly was starting to jut even further away from his torso as it packed on even more size from the delectable cake. His pecs felt heavier as they grew in size, his nipples even stretching out from the sheer expanse of his enlarged chest. Love handles formed and drooped slightly over the edges of Derek’s pants, which felt painfully tight by now.

Pop!

The button on Derek’s pants finally gave out, ricocheting off and landing on the floor. Derek felt a sense of relief as he continued to fill out, his ass puffing out as his cheeks ballooned out and became large and squishy. To account for his larger rear, Derek could even feel his thighs starting to push closer together as they blew up. As Fatso continued to eat, Derek’s body went from bulky to chunky linebacker status, looking incredibly large as if two of him were shoved together into one body.

Fatso fit the last few bits of the cake into his mouth, swallowing it down loudly and straightening back up. He patted his large gut, satisfied, before letting out a loud burp.

“I always gotta get a big cake before every Halloween thanks to silly guys like you who want to come play detective,” he smiled, rubbing his hand up and down his distended belly. “This was nice. See ya next year?”

Derek let out another loud belch, this one accompanied by a flash of blue as Fatso left his body to fly somewhere else in the manor.

Finally in control of his body, Derek gasped loudly as he ran his shaky hands all over his enlarged form. For some strange reason, even with Fatso gone, Derek was left with his added weight, looking massive and round. He took an awkward step forward, blushing as his entire body seemed to jiggle. He couldn’t see anything past his large belly which definitely wouldn’t fit in any of his clothes anymore.

“Damn it,” Derek huffed, giving his gut a tentative poke. “I have to do so many crunches to get this down to size…” He trailed off when his stomach growled, a deep hunger taking over him.

“Hey, Der,” Stiles called out, his footsteps approaching, “still no sign of any ghosts. I’m starting to think that they’re just stories.” Stiles froze when he reached the kitchen, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of the fatter Derek.

“Um,” Derek blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously, “I think I found a ghost—” He paused when Stiles stepped forward and placed a soft hand on his rotund belly, rubbing it up and down.

A smile forming on his face, Stiles couldn’t help but look up at the large werewolf. “Do you like belly rubs?” he asked, playfully rubbing Derek’s gut.

Although he couldn’t see it thanks to his big gut blocking his view, Derek could feel his cock rocket to attention, already oozing as Stiles gave him a belly rub. “Y-yeah,” he breathed. He blushed again as his stomach growled a second time.

“Big boy’s hungry?” Stiles teased.

Derek just eagerly nodded, looking forward to eating cake and getting more belly rubs from Stiles. 

All in all, it turned out to be the best Halloween of Derek’s life.

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ashley williams in THE EVIL DEAD (1981)

There's nothing quite like the first takeover of a jock after a gym session in the morning. As a ghost forever stuck to wander the world, invisible to others, it can get quite lonely. Luckily, I discovered a way to rectify this problem. Sure, maybe no one will remember my real name, but why does that matter if I can be whoever I want. Yesterday I possessed a sexy beefcake dad at the gym, working out his ripped body to stay in shape. It was fun to show off his muscles and body at the gym. I could never pull this look off while alive.

This morning I actually ended up possessing a young woman coming into the gym on accident. Well, there's a first for everything. It was fun to explore my unfamiliar body and walk around in someone else's shoes so different from mine. I had no idea how to act like her though. I also wasn't used to the lack of stamina compared to the dad I hopped into yesterday. To top it off, her boyfriend was sexting her while I worked out. I sent back a few pictures but sadly I couldn't leave the gym grounds or I'd get pushed out of my body.

I saw this hot jock working out at the machines and I knew I had to have him. I enticed him with a few glares from my feminine body and he seemed to notice. We hit it off right away and he wanted to have a bit of fun. Oh yeah boy, I'll have some fun with you. Let's just hope this body's boyfriends doesn't find out.

I followed him out to his car and we made out as I sat in his passenger seat. He fondled my breasts and wanted to explore my body. I let him since it wasn't really mine to begin with. The way his thick hands touched me sent shivers down my spine and excited me. As we made out and I climbed on top of him, I couldn't help but admire what would soon be mine. I even shoved my face in his pits to get a whiff at one time which seemed to startle him.

I thought the best way to exit my body would be a blowjob. I went down on his manhood and took it all in my mouth as he moaned. With a final shove, I exited my female body and slithered into his dick, filling him up with my essence.

"OH FUCK!" He moaned out as he felt me invade him. "What are you?! Get out of me!"

As he groaned out and started to shake, I began to exert control over him as I filled out his body, feeling more comfortable in this form. With a final push, I invaded his head and took control.

"Ohhh yeahhh..." I groaned out in my new voice as I woke up. "I'm you dude. Thanks for the body. Sorry I had to get creative to get in here. I'll take good care of you - hope you don't mind being gay for awhile."

I began to flex my pecs through my tank top as I shoved the girl off my lap. I looked in the rearview mirror and admired my new look. I started jerking my cock as I lifted my arm up and inhaled my new sweaty musk, getting extremely hard and leaking all over. I exploded with cum all over my new car as I moaned out. I shot ropes all over my clothes as I continued basking in my new glory.

Being a ghost haunting a beach could be worse. I've been having some decent fun just flying around and playing pranks on unsuspecting visitors - you know, the typical ghost stuff - making stuff levitate, scaring people in the bathroom mirror, pulling down swim shorts. However, nothing quite beats hopping into a body myself and parading around as said fleshie.

I saw this beefcake lounging around at the beach in a skimpy tight speedo and knew it would be fun to squeeze into his body. I watched him for a bit, hoping to pick up on some of his personality traits and mannerisms. I learned quickly that his name was Luke and he had a boyfriend nearby. Seemed like they were on a beach date of some sort.

I followed him into the bathroom as he locked the door behind him. As he stood at the toilet and began urinating, I devised my plan. I hid myself in the mirror and decided it might be fun to possess him as he admired his reflection before heading out.

As Luke finished at the toilet, he walked up to the mirror and made a few silly grins before washing his hands. As he did, I disguised myself as his reflection, taking on his handsome form perfectly in the image, even down to his chest hair and black speedo. I knocked on the other side of the glass with a devious grin as he looked very startled making eye contact with his fake self.

"What the fuck?!" He yelped before jumping back. "I must be drunk or something."

I continued leering at him as I pulled down my speedo and revealed my throbbing cock in his reflection. I started pleasuring myself, very much anticipating when I could do that myself once I acquired his body. Luke interestingly enough looked down at himself to make sure he wasn't actually doing that himself. He seemed a bit turned on as he walked back up to the mirror.

"How the fuck am I doing that? I need to drink some fluids... that's too fucking weird man." He leaned in to study himself in the image when I suddenly made my attack.

I grabbed his face and pulled him up to the mirror as I made out with him. "Oh yeah, you really believed that huh? I'm gonna enjoy wearing your skin Luke." I said in my own ghostly voice.

My ectoplasmic Luke-form suddenly started to distort and compress and I squeezed myself into his mouth. The scene must look ghastly from the outside - good thing we were alone.

As the last of me invaded my new fleshie, I changed again and spread out, filling out each of his limbs and appendages, reveling in my time squeezing into his balls and cock. As I finished assimilating, Luke's distressed body finally relaxed and I took control, opening my eyes for the first time.

"Oohohhh fuck! Hell yeah! That was fun sexy!" I bolstered in my own ethereal voice as I danced a little bit and shook out my legs and arms. "Give me a moment... Ahem... AHEM."

Suddenly my voice pitch changed and I sounded just like the real Luke. I looked down grinning at my hairy built body as I pulled open my speedo and admired my own balls. I shoved my hand in and started feeling my new manhood before peeling it down and off my legs.

"God I miss having a real body. Being you is going to be so fun Luke! Better yet, no one's going to know anything's wrong. Not even your precious boyfriend. Imagine his surprise when I explode all over him with a mixture of your cum and my ectoplasm. Yeah, we're going to have some fun!"

"Hey, uh babe? You okay in there? It's been awhile! I just wanted to make sure you're okay." His boyfriend yelled as he knocked on the wooden door.

"Fuck." I murmured under my breath as I grabbed the Speedo and took a whiff of it before pulling it back up my hairy legs and accidentally farting. "Yeah, just a second baby. Had to take a real good dump!"

I made another sexy pose in the mirror as I spanked my new ass. I noticed my eyes glowed a faint green - hopefully that would pass soon.

"What's up handsome? Miss me?" I said in Luke's voice as I opened the door and posed in the doorway, playing it cool. Damn this was going to be a fun day.

"Hey babe! You feeling okay? That's your third pint of ice cream. And it's not vegan ice cream. What's up?" This body's boyfriend asked as he came into the bedroom. "You haven't had dairy in like 2 years."

"Guess I'm just... not feeling myself today babe. Just super fucking hungry is all." I lied, patting my stomach. "And this flavor is the best!"

My bulge quivered in the stolen camo jockstrap I was wearing. In fact, everything about me was stolen now. The jockstrap, the bed, the boyfriend, and now this sexy body. I'm so glad I figured out how to possess bodies, especially when this sexy couple moved in. I knew it would be fun to inhabit this sexy guy and impersonate him.

"Right... you've been acting a bit off since we moved in. I'm just worried about you Sean. I know it must be stressful with all these changes recently but just know I'm here for you babe." My new boyfriend said as he sat on the bed next to me and started caressing my shoulders.

"Well, you know what would really help me relieve some stress right now..." I said seductively as I guided his hand toward my new cock. "I'm so horny babe."

He bit his lip as he suddenly tackled me down and we began making out. Man it's gonna be fun being this guy.

I took a selfie of my new body, now adorned in a jockstrap. I looked through the stolen phone in my hand and found a contact for who I assumed was this body's boyfriend. I sent him the picture along with a dirty caption. He seemed pretty excited to hear from me and even more shocked that I would take a picture wearing one of his own jockstraps. What can I say? I'm a pretty kinky ghost. And one of my favorite pastimes is helping guys spice up their sex life.

When I saw this couple arguing about some pretty mundane things the other day while I was going about my business, I knew I had to follow them home and become one of them. This guy I possessed was home alone taking a nap while his boyfriend was out doing some errands. I dove into his mouth while he slept and crept into every crevice of his body.

When I opened my eyes, I knew the takeover was a success. It was fun jerking off in my new fleshie body and experiencing things humans normally take for granted - eating, showering, talking to humans that can actually hear me! At this rate, I'm not going to want to leave. Hope my boyfriend likes this new me! I don't think I'm leaving.

"You sure we should possess these two?" I nudge at my ghostly husband as we hover above the romantic scene. He had his eye on the one in a blue speedo.

"Yeah! Aren't they hot? We haven't possessed anyone this young or sexy in awhile. We should enjoy our vacation." He said proudly as he moved a little closer.

The two men were sharing an intimate moment with each other. It actually felt kind of wrong to be here. I could hear them whispering about how much they loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. Still though, my hubby was correct - they were both smoking hot.

"I suppose you are right. Are we... you know... going to fit?" I looked down at my flabby ghostly belly. "We didn't exactly die while we were in shape. It's gonna be a tight fit."

My husband and I were two gay bears that died in a car accident earlier this year. We were now gone from the world of the living, but honestly given something so much better as ghosts. We soon found out that we could temporarily inhabit bodies for awhile and possess anyone we wanted to. Well, mostly anyone. We did find that since we were both big guys in life, it was hard to get all of our ectoplasm into certain bodies. It left us with a certain selection of bodies that we were happy with - but my husband wanted to try these guys on for size.

"Just suck it in. Here, watch me!" He exclaimed, transforming into a cloud of blue ectoplasm and funneling towards blue-speedo-guy's head.

"Ben, I just love you so much. When we met I really just thought you were like every other guy..." White-speedo-guy said tenderly while stroking Ben's cheek and neck. He looked down for a second while my hubby made his quick entrance and propelled himself into Ben's left ear.

Ben went cross eyed and looked dazed as he was rapidly possessed by my husband. It was admittedly hot knowing he had become so good at possessing guys so quickly. Ben started drooling and began to shake ever so slightly as white-speedo-guy looked up, now concerned.

"Ben? Ben?! Are you okay?" He yelled, shaking Ben.

Suddenly 'Ben' popped to life and stood up, now looking down with a sinister grin on his face and glowing blue eyes. He also now had a raging boner in his speedo.

"Oh never better baby." He said romantically as he pulled his partner in for a sloppy kiss and grabbed his butt. "Damn, you really are a looker aren't you?"

"Ben? You scared me! I thought we were having a moment." He shoved possessed Ben lightly and looked into his eyes. "I'm serious Ben. I love you."

'Ben' seemed to get another devious glint in his eye.

"Mmm, I love you too... Uh... What was your name again?" 'Ben' said awkwardly.

"Asshole! It's Max! Max Nile! What's wrong with you? It's like you are a different person."

"I love you too Max. In fact, I love you so much that I'm gonna do this."

I watched in anticipation as my hubby, as Ben, got to his knees and pulled down Max's speedo, letting his hard cock flop out.

"Would Ben do this baby?" My husband asked before plopping his entire mouth on Max's dick and sucking it, giving him an incredibly hot blowjob.

"Oh fuck..." Max cooed as he let my husband blow him.

I was about to take this as my cue to possess Max when suddenly my husband had one last trick to pull. As he continued sucking Max off, 'Ben' started moaning and suddenly I saw my husband expel himself from Ben and into Max via the blowjob, traveling from mouth into his piss slit.

Max was too enthralled with the blowjob to even realize what was happening and that he was being possessed. I watched as Max's sex face slowly transitioned to a grin as my hubby invaded and took control of his new body.

"Ooh fuck yeah! This body is even better! Hurry, get inside Ben babe, before he comes to!" 'Max' yelled up at me as he continued face-fucking Ben's disoriented expression.

I dove into Ben's body, also possess him via his left ear and easily overtook the man. I slowly opened my eyes to see 'Max' fucking my mouth as he groaned out in his new stolen voice.

"I fucking love you Ben." He yelled out as he climaxed into my mouth, my throat covered in this man's stolen load.

I eagerly swallowed all of it and looked up at my husband. "Oh fuck yeah, this was fun. Good idea on these two. Wasn't expecting you to jump into Max though. That was really fucking hot." I said, wiping my face and cleaning up my partner's cum.

"Well, his bitching had to stop somehow. Now I'm Max Nile. And fuck am I going to enjoy this body. Ben wasn't bad too." He winked at me as I slapped his ass.

This was going to be a fun week. I'm not going to want to leave these bodies!