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Part 1: Intro

I was only a lowly front desk guy in this second-tier gym chain in the capitol when it all started. Fresh out of highschool and also from being kicked out from my own home by my traditional Javanese parents for my "peculiar interest", the gym became the place where not only I worked, but also my shelter as the owner was a relative that wanted to help me out and there's a whole floor available for makeshift lodging.

Life was relatively stable for the couple years after that, spent a lot of my time getting bigger in the gym until I can say that I'm quite an eye-candy myself, made some friends in this harsh and cold metropole while also trying to save my own money so I can get out and stay in a place that I called my own.

During the eve of my 21st birthday, something just "clicked" in my brain. I was in the middle of this hookup with a dude from the gym.

He's a regular and he's been giving me all this hint that he's interested with the subtle flex while glancing to me or the occassional touches he did when he interacted with me, so we slept together for like a month or so, and we expected nothing different for my birthday eve. But somehow, when I slammed my cock into his still-tight hole, something felt a bit off. As I tried to squirm my dick out, I found that our body seemingly attached to each other's! I thought I was high or delusional as we snorted a bit before this, but to my surprise, everything was real, and not only that, my legs already submerged into his. I was confused on why he didn't react at all and why he's been super silent for the last few minutes. So as I pressed my body closer to reach his and check on him, that's when I found out that he's spaced out, his mouth gaped open with drool streaming down from his mouth while his eyes were wide open yet blank with no sight of consciousness. And when I tried to pull myself away, it was my eyes turn to went wide as I realized that the entirety of my body already submerged into his, and I can feel the sheet pressing on my cock. In some twisted way, I actually merged with my hookup and all the sensation I felt at that moment belong to his body rather than mine. Seeing no way out, I completed the whole process as I trusted my guts and slammed my head to merge into his. It went smoothly and that's when I found myself having this sudden seizure before I blacked out

I remember the sensation after the blackout as clear as day. It was thrilling yet disorienting, but mostly I was excited as I could tell from the moment I opened my eyes, this is not the same vision I owned for the first 21 years of my life. As my vision darted elsewhere to check on my body, I couldn't help but smirk as the set of pecs and abs plus the floppy 5.5 inchers clearly belonged to my hookup, Pras. Then, I started to laugh out loud, my brain racing with excitement over this newfound power and a chance to escape my life and lived as someone else with me in the pilot seat of their body.

As I opened his phone with his fingerprint that now belongs to me, my cock went alive once more, the amount of people he actively hit on is insane, and I couldn't wait to explore the extend of my power through Pras and his friends

Part 2: Know Myself Better

If 20-something people tend to found themselves on this headspace about the purpose of their life or trying to get to know what drives them or excites them, I find myself exploring about this newly-emerged power of mine.

For starter, this is not a one-way traffic. I can get myself out from the body I slipped myself into. But, the twist is that not only they become easier to slide back into, but they become this drone-like entity, subservient only to me and willing to do everything I asked them to. They can resume their life on autopilot, acting all normal and doing their routine like they used to despite me not controlling them from inside, but everytime I want to be in control, it's as simple as flick of the wrist. I found out about this as I slid myself in-and-out of Pras for the whole week after my takeover of his body.

I locked myself for most of the time in his room, exploring his body and basically doing the AB testing of my power through him. The first time I slid out from him, he just froze there buck-naked until he snapped out of his trance and then started to beg me to get back inside of him. A series of in-and-out later, I finally managed to calm him down when I was not inside of him as he also took the fact that I was not inside him pretty well, and that's when I moved further with my exploration.

Around my fifth days, I decided to invite one of the eager Grindr date of his to see whether I could subjugate more than one people at the same time.

A horny shirtless snap and several cheeky teasing lines, I have a rather fit dude on his way to my flat ready to fuck the shit out of me. Imagine my surprise when he mid-way texted that his boss suddenly called him and he's going to arrive a little bit later. My eyes wrnt wide when he then sent a video of himself

The thought of slipping inside that tight Polri clothing sent me rock hard. I pinched Pras nipple hard while making silly faces in the mirror as I spit at the otherwise clean mirror and smirk

"You are one horny slut, Pras. You are going to make me get inside that hunk and puppet his body, and here you are sporting a boner you himbo. Fuck, you really like it when I'm inside you, huh? You will like me even more when I shove his guns to your mouth while impaling your hole with his girthy cock, gonna fulfill that sick degrading fantasy of yours through him," and just like that, I spurted yet another fountain of cum to the sink and splattered some to the mirror. Pras really like word play, and I know what's going to drive him nuts after days getting used to his brain, so this is not difficult.

Mid-way of admiring the reflection in the mirror after another series of self-worship, someone knocked on the apartment door. I cannot hide my devilish smirk as I cupped Pras cock and welcomed the eager guest only in my brief. The cop, named Ihsan, cooed in excitement as he waltzed inside the apartment and take a good look of the place where he would ravaged my Pras form for the next couple of hours. He asked for some permission to hold everything down for 15 minutes as he wanted to notify HIS WIFE that he's going home very late so she might as well goes to sleep first. I boldly decided to entertain him by teasing to show my cock while dry humping my ass in the sofa across his, that eye clearly indicated lust and all the talk he gave her was sweet nothings as he started to unzip his pants while looking at me acting like a bitch in heat. When the call's finally over, he just smirked

"You seemed so excited and eager, slut. You wanted this thick cock so bad, don't you?" He said as he fished out his deliciously girthy 7 inchers out of that tight uniform pants of his. I quickly kneel to help him get rid of his boots, and not even 1 minute later, I was sucking on hus musty, sock-imprisoned toes like I didn't have food whatsoever in my system for the entire day!

The foot worship quickly escalated to worshipping his entire body and then, at last, the cock. The same with his socks, the dick smells crazy as it's been confined for more than 12 hours in that tight Polri pants of his. What he and I didn't expect is the idea that suddenly felt like unlocked in my brain, and right after he spewed his cum to paint my throat white with his creamy spunk, I also lodged the consciousness of myself through the small entrance of his piss slit. Spent, tingly yet also very much appreciative of the sensation that the bj received, he of course never predicted such entrance, heck he never even thought to get possessed ever. I found myself quickly in control of his body, my consciousness overriding his while Pras left dumb-founded with his stupid face looking pretty much fuckable. And that's what I did, facefucking him with this newly engorged cock of mine while Pras remained in that zoned-out state. After feeling pretty satisfied, I kicked him away and his body directly thudded to the floor, guess this is not the most sustainable way of possession if I want to control more than one body so I concentrated myself once more to get out from Ihsan's body. I coalesced with his saliva and grab a fistful of Pras hair. I opened Pras mouth with Ihsan's calloused fingers and then lodged out the consciousness-laden saliva to Pras, quickly resuming control of Pras form and brought it out of its zoned-out state. Then, noting that Ihsan was not yet back to his senses, I slipped myself out from Pras, this time my entire form, and quickly lunged into Ihsan's body. He failed to put up any resistance whatsoever as his body still reeled from my control, and as I tapped into his brain, I officially managed to acquire my second puppet. I cannot help but be a bit cocky, guess it's his persona rubbing off on me, so I sauntered myself to the mirror to check myself out.

Pras quickly followed suit, this time he's not zoned out like a fucking dumb zombie, and his eyes twinkled with delight as he wrapped his naked form around me

"You look so hot inside of him, Master. I wouldn't mind serving and getting fucked 24/7 by an influential police Brigadier, to be honest,"

"Ck, thanks for the loyalty, but this body can definitely gets way better hook up than you. But I'll make sure to involve you in the next few plans ahead, we haven't talked to some of your hot friends,"

"Oh, that can easily be arranged. I think you should also bring up some of your police friends over here, fuck them silly and take them over. Imagine a whole Polres or even Polda filled with brain-fucked puppet of yours, must be such a delight to watch,"

"Love that you are one sick fuck like me, because that's exactly another part of my plan. But let's see how I can do that plan much more efficiently, I believe this is not the final stretch of my power. I feel like the stronger physique I acquired, the stronger my power is,"

Part 3: Intermezzo

I converted Ade into my growing stash of puppet the following day after I sent Ihsan back to his work. Pras was hungry, and so did I, so I decided that maybe a day out as myself wouldn't be too bad after all. Plus, Pras could enjoy some private time too doing things his usual self would enjoy. I got some groceries that would last us weeks and bought some other stuff before heading back to the apartment. I decided to be a bit frugal, so I rode MRT instead. In hindsight, guess it was the sign from the universe that I would acquire yet another body.

I simply wanted to take a piss, so I walked into the toilet within the station. Lo and behold, a guy standing in the urinoir caught my attention.

His wide back, tight clothing that accentuate his waist and the bulging arm clearly indicated a fit guy in the making. Realizing the public setting yet the quietness of commuter in this hour, I simply jabbed my arm into his back and he quickly froze while his stream of piss continued. Aware of the possibility of getting caught in the act, I simply submerged my entire self through his back as quickly as possible, and before long, I'm the one feeling the piss streaming out from my now 6.5 incher meaty dong. I let out a chuckle, this is pretty unique, possessing someone mid-pissing, and I take mental note that I should probably do this to someone in the middle of spewing their load. I headed out from the bathroom and head to the second floor where the platform for the train is located. I took a couple video to alert Pras and Ihsan about the additional member of their "brotherhood", and how I think this guy could take it from both of them all at once, and the replies were hilarious to say the least

As I entered Pras my apartment, I simply lounged on the bed, putting on some skincare product Pras I owned and checking on the dude's phone. Awww Ade here supposedly came for his girlfriend birthday dinner, look at those worried texts and missed calls. Well, I ain't got time for that bitch because Ade here is now a thirsty whore waiting for his two "older bros" coming along after their day out and treated him like the whore he is. Getting impatient, I texted the both of them again

"It's so hydrating to use this facial cream, but I know something else that will hydrate my face better 🍆🍆💦💦💦"

As his erection grows to a delightful 7.5 incher, I guess I can hydrate myself first before they came

Pose

“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.

When Coach gifted the whole team his warlock powers, he told us we could use them to transform any man into any thing. A lot of the guys on the team immediately took the route a lot of wrestlers do, turning themselves into vore preds. Everybody knows that vore preds are the best athletes in the world, they get strength from eating their opponents, but I also knew the transformation spell to become any kind of vore pred was kind of messy, and that being a pred is permanent. I didn’t wanna have to keep shoving wrestlers down my throat, or in my dick, or up my ass, and eating them, for the rest of my life. Honestly, that sounds kind of gay to me. I’m not like that. But I still did want to have fun with being able to transform only men into anything I want. A lot of the guys also turned their victims into their singlets, but again, I thought that sounded kind of gay. So I turned you into this burrito! Yum, bro!

Look at him, guys, he’s adorable! Nice and hot, fresh, nice and fat, super packed with meat. This is, like, the perfect burrito right here. I’m gonna eat you up, bud, you look delicious…no homo. Coach said you wouldn’t feel pain, just pleasure, so I hope it feels good when I’m chowing down on you and swallowing you. Guys, watch this!

….Mmmmmmmm! Delicious, bro!

Love at first bite. And again, bro, I’m not gay, but you’re a damn sexy burrito! So spicy, the meat is so juicy. I hope it feels good for you to be turned into my calories, bro. And no, guys, you can’t have a bite, he’s— it’s… all mine.

Good to the last bite, fuuuucck. Burrito so good, I almost miss it now… oooh, I feel you breaking down in my belly, bro… why’s it feel kinda good?

And look at that, bro, just like that, the glory of Coach’s magic showing itself. That burrito’s going straight to my muscles! Thanks for the protein boost, fucker, if you can even hear me in there.

Not Living Up to His Potential

My neighbor was 21 and still looked like he was 17. He told me he was too busy with uni to go to the gym much, and he had a decent body. However, I knew he had so much more potential, he just needed to focus. I invited him over for beers on Friday, and he didn’t even finish one before the drugs knocked him out. I merged with him, taking my dedication and drive and nothing else.

Monday morning, I walked into uni, withdrew from all his classes and went to the gym. We make a good team, his body snd my mind.

Who would you Swap, Hypno, TF? Jens De Fries, Jordan Torres, and Eric Janicki

Now this one I don’t even need to think about!

For who I’m going to switch bodies with, it is on sight with Eric Janicki. I’m stealing that body as fast as humanly possible. Do I even need to explain why! Dude is a fucking monster! Built from head to toe with thick heavy muscle and a stunning face to cap it off. Yep. That body is mine. But how would I steal it is the question? Luckily I already have a plan.

First of all I’ll need to find out where he lives and which gym he goes to. After that I’ll track him down to said gym, waiting until he inevitably arrives for his workout. When he does I’ll watch him from afar, admiring the massive body of his as it starts to glisten with sweat while he pumps his muscles. Eventually I’ll follow him to the changing rooms as subtly as possible once he’s done working out. Now the next pet is gonna be tricky. I’ll need to steal at least one recently worn piece of clothing from Eric. But doing that without him catching me would prove challenging. It’d need to wait for the perfect opportunity. It’ll probably take multiple days of following him to the gym before I finally pull it off. However he would eventually go off to talk to one of his buddies after getting changed out of his gym clothes, leaving his gym bag completely unattended. That would be my chance. I’ll dash over as fast as possible and grab the first thing I see inside the bag. And wouldn’t you know, I grabbed Eric’s large sweaty tank top.

As soon as I’m home, there’s no doubt that the very first thing I’ll do is press my nose into the tank top and inhale Eric’s scent while jerking off. Can you blame me? But once I’m finally finished, the ritual could commence. For it to work the caster needed to be wearing at least one recently worn article of clothing belonging to whoever they wished to become. Hence why I’d have Eric’s tank top dropped loosely over my body as I performed the ritual. Once completed, there would be a strong flash of colourful light and before long I’d be out cold.

When I finally wake however, the biggest grin would spread across my face as I immediately see that I’m laid in bed in a room that certainly isn’t my own. It was Eric’s bedroom. Without a second thought I’d toss the bed sheets off myself with glee shortly followed by my brain hardly being able to comprehend the sight below. Looking down at myself I saw the enormous herculean body of Eric Janicki… now completely under my control! It wouldn’t seem real. Goliath sized legs. Enormous hulking arms. Massive meaty pecs. All moving and bulging to my whim! I was a fucking unit! Yet despite all that I wouldn’t be able to keep my attention off the fat throbbing erection between my legs as Eric’s cock head peered out from the bottom of my underwear.

Eric’s morning wood would be the biggest and hardest if ever experienced perhaps part due to the swap but whatever the case I’d be tugging my underwear down in no time and wrapping my hands around that thick weapon. Moaning to myself in Eric’s voice and flexing my gigantic muscles while a jerk my fat new cock like crazy. Loving how even my dick was massive just like the rest of me was. Not being able to stop jacking and flexing until I finally erupted a massive hot load all over my new body.

Thankfully Eric would have some tissues to clean up with on the nightstand as my penis returned to a more modest size. But that would only be the beginning. It wouldn’t be long before I was jumping out of bed to get a proper look at my new self. Waltzing over the bedroom mirror and beaming from ear to ear when I see the face of Eric Janicki staring back at me. I’d check myself out immensely, groping and admiring every inch of my form. Probably almost busting another fat load on the spot when I finally get to a chance to see and squeeze my thick new muscle ass in all its glory. And I’m sure as you can imagine, I’d soon start hitting every pose I could think of to the mirror with perfect fucking form thanks to this body’s muscle memory. And no doubt it’d be a hot fucking sight to see.

Once I’m finally able to tear myself away from the mirror I’ll likely explore my new house for a bit. Strolling around in my underwear and checking out the view from the balcony but eventually there’s no doubt I’d wander into Eric’s walk in closet, seeing the huge array of clothes he had stored away. You better believe I was going to have fun trying on almost everything he own.

Fuck. I’ve been so absorbed into Eric that I nearly forgot I have two other men here! Well between Jens De Fries and Jordan Torres the one I’d have to hypnotise would be Jens for sure. He’s a hot hairy beast of a man that never ceases to give me a hard on and having him around would certainly be ideal.

Since I would already have Eric by this point it would once again just be a case of tracking down Jens. I have a feeling it might be a bit harder than it was to find Eric but I’m sure I’d be able to figure it out sooner or later. And once I’ve figured him out, I’d make a little trip down to see me. Maybe make some videos for Eric’s Instagram as well while I’m at it. Once again though it would probably be a case of finding the gym he goes to and following him inside. That said there’s a good chance he might recognise my hulking body and handsome face which if so could make this even easier. Get to chatting with him, maybe do a few sets together and what not. Act like gymbros and what not.

However as soon as we head into the changing rooms together, that’s when I’d strike. Wrapping him up in a huge bear hug with my enormous size and muscle. He’ll be too shocked to do anything naturally and won’t be strong enough to break out of my grasp before my magically enhanced pheromones do their work. It’d already been subtly working on him as we worked out together. Me working up a sweat and my scent wafting up his nose. Weakening his mind. And now he couldn’t escape it. Now his mind was swiftly being chained down by my powerful aroma and pheromones. Before long Jens would stop struggling and instead would continue to inhale my scent voluntarily, only pulling him deeper and deeper into being my hot hairy slave. Only fit to do my bidding and worship my body. Not to mention being my new fuck toy. And hey maybe I’ll even let him fuck me as well. No sense in letting a fat ass like mine go to waste.

I suppose after all that, all that’s left is Jordan Torres. I’ll be totally honestly, though Jordan is a hot dude, he isn’t totally my type. That said I can still put him to good use with a bit of TF! But what to turn him into I wonder?

Honestly it’s difficult to decide. Should I turn him into another gay man that’s more my type for me to fuck? Should I turn him into something inanimate for me to wear? But in the end I’ve decided to do something bizarre.

The moment I’m able to track down Jordan, the first thing I’m gonna do is pull down my shorts and underwear and whip out my fat Eric Janicki cock. Before he can react I’ll grab one of his hands and force him to touch my cock. The mom he does he’ll find himself unable to pull away as he loses all of his strength. No doubt he’ll be panicking but there’ll be nothing he can do as his body shrinks and gets fully absorbed into my cock. In the process I’d hopefully end up stealing his muscle mass and adding it to my own body while Jordan becomes nothing more than the fat cock between my legs. Now he’ll have the pleasure of being fucked into Jens’ hairy asshole every night, his only purpose now being to shoot my load 😈

I found this twunk on Grindr, he was looking for a dilf to breed his hole and I would never say no to a request like that. Only this time I had the intention to use him for more than just pleasure. I have felt the effect of aging once again, how much I liked being the grey muscled fox tempting the married woman, I hate how much my back start hurting and my joints. My cock not getting erect just by the thought of a nice hole.

I went to the twunks place, he still lived with his parents. They won’t be home until late tonight, so we had enough time. He kissed me when I got there, which turned into him licking my pits, and nipples. It didn’t take long before he got on his knees and started sucking my perfect 8’ inch cock. He took it like a pro, hitting my thick heavy balls against his chin. Those pretty eyes looking hungry for my week worth load. I got my cock completely covered with his throat slime.

I had him bend over on his knees in bed, with some extra spit of mine with his slime I shoved it into this hole. At that moment I siphoned some of his life away to give me that extra boost I needed. My cock became hard like steel, now in its full power I started thrusting into him. The bulk of my grey hairs already gained their color back. My hands on his hips I while I plowed deep in him, he enjoyed every second of it. He moaned loudly, begging me to use him, with a lot of daddy with it.

I kept railing his hole until he came, I dumped a thick load inside of him too. Nearly exhausted I siphoned more from him, invigorating myself with new energy to keep going. I felt my old body slowly turning back to my prime. I could see his body aging rapidly, so I pushed him flat down in the bed. His hole up, and I kept pumping in him. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw myself looking atleast 10 years younger again. I felt the need to fasten the process.

I had my hands on his back, I really went rough on him as I pounded his hole with no mercy. While I did that, I siphoned him dry. The exchange felt exhilarating, feeling the power flow into me. Gaining back my youth, I could feel my own body growing, his body giving me more than just life. My muscles grew, I felt how I’m also stretching his hole even more just as I could make even better longer thrusts. I knew my is increasing down there as well.

I looked down to see a frail, drained and old body. I’m blasting my final load deep down in there just to pull out and finish the job. The last of his remains faded into my body, giving the final changes of growth and youth.

I walked out of his place, back in my prime. I’ll be good for half a century to repeat the process. I looked great, bigger as I did before and even a bigger tool to pleasure those hungry holes.

River

River was a walking enigma. 

Instagram, TikTok, Facebook- hell, I even tried looking for a yearbook. Nothing. I had nothing on the guy. Like an illusion, he merely appeared, did his work diligently and then promptly vanished. In fact, his most common phrase around the office was a “Sorry, I can’t- busy.” His distance seemed to put some people off. That only made me want him more.

When Chelsea threw a quitting party, he dropped in, chatted for a few minutes and then left without saying goodbye- except to Chelsea. He wasn’t rude by any means. I’ve only ever seen the guy be polite. I personally found it quite hot. His mysteriousness brought an allure about him.

During another quitting party- a dinner for Mark this time, I tried to make conversation, asking him why he was named River. I actually asked the question in a few roundabout ways. Most I ever got was a “just what my parents named me- they thought I’d have brown hair”. I tried to pry for his hobbies, asked what he did for fun and he only responded with a “I watch baseball, go to the gym, watch TV. I guess”, before asking me about mine. The conversation was cordial, and probably a little boring, but I was captivated. This had been the closest I ever sat next to him. 

My breathing quickened, ever so slightly, as I watched his shirt struggle to contain the form within. I traced the vascularity in his hands, the craftsmanship in the sculpt of his neck, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut when he would reach to grab a napkin. There was a full plate of food in front of me but I was only salivating at one thing.

The conditions were not ideal- but what choice did I have? The guy was like a ghost. I laughed a bit at the irony. I sat right across, trying to filter the scents and the sounds of food and camaraderie to focus on him. This would take all my brain power. I steadied my breathing and sharpened my focus, as I continued to answer and ask mundane questions about some work projects we both had. I started my work, mimicking every microexpression, every slight movement. I tailored every word from my mouth- even my delivery to slowly match his. This had to be subtle, of course- I’ve found out the hard way in the past how creepy this process could look in public if done too quickly. 

River’s eyes blinked slower, like a haze was forming in his mind. I followed suit, weaving my slight impersonation in and out of our conversation. Like a pulse, I felt our movements begin to sync. Almost there. Now came the tough part, slowly drawing him out and isolating him without lo-

“C’mon, let’s all get shots- uh… River you ok bro?” Mark asked.

He shook off his daze, surprised at himself before laughing off the weirdness. 

I was pissed the rest of the night, forcing myself to hide the permanent glare I would have worn for Mark. 

As the night drew on, River left early- of course, and I continued on, staying a bit longer to wish Mark well in one final toast for the night. 

That would be the last time in a while I’d be so close to him. The following drought was unbearable. For the next few months, no one quit. No big holidays were coming up, and our office wasn’t much for parties. Instead, I had to satiate myself with glances and the occasional short conversation.

= = = = 

“Does that work for you two?” My boss asked. I nodded readily, eyeing River’s response. Another nod.

Fuck. I practically jumped when the boss said those words. A presentation. A presentation with River. A chance.

I think I deserved an Oscar for my acting in the few weeks after we were both tasked with the presentation. A wrong font here, corrupted save there, a missed chart. I “worked” tirelessly on the presentation with River, making sure to leave enough mistakes and gaps to drag the process out. 

The guy was too polite, and I knew I had to use that against him. I ran the clock, watching the days progress into weeks and his brow furrow as stress deepened. Of course, I had to play my part, acting innocent at every step. A quick “sorry” for every mistake I planted was enough to ease suspicion. I even faked a confession about roommate drama causing my decline in performance. I thanked how private he was in that moment- I lived alone. Ever the hero, River was quick to take on the responsibility- even covering for me on few occasions. I knew I had to get inside this man.

Then came the day before the big presentation.

“I- uh… okay. Maybe we can finish this at my apartment,” He stated, clearly uncomfortable. I held back a moan.

= = = =

“You can set your stuff down there”.

It was a bit boring compared to what I expected. He was definitely put together at work, so it was a bit surprising to see some mess littering his apartment. 

A few posters dotted the walls. Some basketball guy, I guess. An action movie. A generic college banner. His furniture boxy and grey, and the carpets running through the floors were in need of cleaning. Perhaps unsurprisingly, his kitchen was pristine, practically sparkling, aside from a small collection of protein powders and supplements. 

“Uh.. sorry I don’t really have any snacks.”

He sheepishly opened the near-empty fridge and offered me a choice in drink. Some kind of pre-workout beverage and water. I took the water. 

“Okay, I need to head to the gym for a bit. You still have a few slides you wanted to add, right?” A Hoodie-wearing, duffel-toting River asked. I nodded, trying not to look too eager and straining to keep my eyes from staring at his well-defined legs. 

And then, there I was. Alone in River’s apartment. Alone with River’s apartment. I ran to his dirty laundry pile. 

“Mmmphhhh” My eyes rolled back as I took the deepest inhale of my life. These were River’s boxer briefs. The same ones he had just worn. Doused in the scent of a day’s work. It was damp- guess River was a sweaty guy, though the long walk and couple flights of stairs to get to his apartment may have also been culprit. I was paralyzed in bliss, as I took in every note of his natural musk. 

It reverberated deep in my chest as I continued to circulate every ounce of River I could inside me. The underwear was practically glued to my nose and mouth before I finally relented and drew them away, gasping for air. Exquisite. 

My dick jumped at the sight of a single strand of his pubic hair, like flickering flame. A perverse smile planted itself on my face as I gingerly pulled my clothes off. I shivered as the cold, damp fabric that had just touched his bare flesh was now touching mine. I felt his hair on my flesh, now caked in his sweat. The elastic snapped around my waist as I released, a bit tight. My breaths fell shallow, ragged as I sat there basking in his cold embrace.

Next came the tank top. I mentally hit myself for not putting it on first, as it was a significantly less erotic experience. Still, as I slipped my arms through the holes that his once filled, my dick couldn’t help but twitch in approval. 

I ran to his bed, gripped his sheets, and stifled another moan with his pillow. This man had, until today, been a full on mystery to me. And now, here I was- deep in the recesses of his apartment, nestled in the indent on his bed, buried in fabric stained with traces his scent and natural grime. I was drowning in the all aspects of his daily life. It was an intimacy with River previously unheard of and practically a miracle I hadn’t cummed yet. 

The next few moments were sluggish, mind hazy and drunk in pleasure, as I wore my jacket and pants over the River clothes I had already had on me. I mentally thanked myself for wearing tighter clothing earlier today, as I felt them compress River’s undergarments tighter on my flesh. I walked back, sitting on the dining table and pretending to work.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open and a panting River waved. He no longer had a hoodie on and left nothing to imagination. I eyed the feast before me.

I fucking knew it. This kid was ripped. 

I salivated as my eyes followed every contour of the body that would soon be mine. His flesh was flush and glistening with sweat.

“M-must have been some workout,” I mumbled. I couldn’t stop myself from staring.

“Yeah, fucking kicked my ass today,” River said with a short laugh. My dick twitched. River never swore, never gave off a jockish vibe at work, but here he was, beaten tired and unable to contain his natural state behind a facade of politeness. 

My lip quivered when his post-workout scent wafted into my nose. It was divine. True to his name, River had an earthy, deep musk about him. A delayed, almost sour afternote followed, the kind that clings to the nose. It riled me up, knowing this offensive, raw blast of testosterone had been working next to me for the past two years, hidden by layers of work clothes and pleasantries. River was cleaned, masked and sanitized for corporate America. And now I had a private showing to it. I was feral. I wanted-no, needed to be piloting this hunk for myself.

My trance was broken when River dropped to his couch, laughing slightly. This wasn’t his normal laugh- it dropped all pretense and I recoiled out of reflex, thinking back to that same laugh that emanated from the football jocks back in high school. 

A lazy pair of eyes drifted up to meet me. “Sorry bro, just new a few minutes.”

I gulped. This was my chance. No need for precision, no need for focus. River was vulnerable. In any other circumstance, I’d be syncing to his movements, slowly, imperceptibly altering his as he would start following mine. Then I could pull him into my trance, lead him to a safe area as I continued the process. This was different. River served himself up on a platter for me, beaten to near immobility by his workout. No way was I gonna miss this. I stripped quickly, abandoning my original plan.

Without a word, I walked closer to him, grabbing his wrists. 

“W-what are you”. In that instant, i jumped on top of him, allowing my body to follow the contours of his.

He grunted in defiance while I began to grind in pleasure. “Ughhh! Fuck bro. I can’t! I can’t wait. I can’t wait to be River!” 

The process was quick- his drenched, energy drained flesh practically grabbed at mine, drawn by my own energy into itself. It was osmosis. I moaned as I saw the process start, and River’ meaty form encapsulate my own. His arms and legs splayed as he screamed at the intrusion. “What the fuck are you-“ He grunted in pain as he felt our two forms begin to meld. I laughed a perverted laugh, eyeing how deep I was inside him. His lack of energy had been his downfall.

I licked the inside of his head, feeling him shiver and whimper at the intrusion. I whispered venomously. “What am I doing?” I thrusted myself deeper into his muscled form, “I’m becoming River. I’m gonna wear you like a fine red suit.” I felt my facial muscles match his and pulled him into a smile he did not intend to make. “You boring prude. This body was built for sex. You’re starving this poor thing. I bet it’s backed up.” I whined in half-whispers. “Let me take you for a ride.” River moaned in horror, kicking his legs into the sofa in discomfort as his muscled back began to close over me. Possessing the ginger felt like a warm, dank hug. “You feel that?” I teased, this time his voice mimicking mine. He could no longer respond as it had become my mouthpiece. Instead, his head repeatedly slammed the sofa in resistance, forced to wear a smile that was not his own. 

I laughed, feeling our combined chest heave in deep pleasure as I jammed my fingers deep into each bicep. I drilled into each arm, relishing in feeling his muscle fibers slip past me. Power. He shook as he tried in vain to resist my fingers filling into his. Putting on those vascular hands like well-fitted gloves. “Fuck yeah bro… that’s the stuff. Dominate me. Command me. Control my every move. My nerves are itching for their owner. Put this ginger meatsuit on…” I mock in his voice. Tears welled in my eyes, as I felt him continue to slam our slowly merging head into the sofa. I purse our lips before moaning further. “Wear my clothes…” My legs wove into his, twisting and binding into one. “Wear my personality…” the bottom half of our merged face laughs, while my new eyes blink away angered tears. I felt his memories begin to flow and surround mine. His rage and desperation flowed through me. The slamming slowed, coming to a complete halt as a reborn River’s eyes blinked into a lewd, sinful glee. “Wear my life.”

I stood up, piloting my new body towards the mirror. “You’re still in there, aren’t you?” River’s outward defiance no longer showed over his perfect flesh but his mind was a raging storm. “Good.” His body lit in searing pain, sore muscle tendon and fiber forced to flex. I felt the storm calm as he was stunned. I myself winced slightly before my arousal imprinted itself through River’s face. This was my pain now. I could feel every fiber of his musculature tearing and repairing themselves. Building back stronger with the pre-workout mix he had drunken earlier. Building back with me embedded deep inside. Our leg wobbled in pain, before I slapped it back into submission, forcing it to flex. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff.”

I roared and patted my new chest and abs. “YEEAAAH!” Just one last piece of me was left. An intentional dessert I had left not internally bonded with River. 

I let his normally stoic face relay the erotic pleasure I felt in wearing this flesh. I then pulled a “serious” face, bringing pained biceps into a flex. “We gotta live up to our name bro… gotta let the river flow”. A greedy tongue licked the dripping sweat hanging off ginger hairs of his armpit. I wanted to savor this. The tangy, salty nectar lingered in our shared tongue before I began to make out with my new reflection. With a grunt, I slammed River’s pelvis into the mirror, groaning as my growing hard-on began to fill into his dick. At first contact, I felt our senses mingle and the cold metal of the mirror. I grunted, trying to reign in the lust. With our linked sensitivity, I could feel my original body’s dick worming itself into my soon to be River-flavored cock. I thrusted my rod up, relishing in the soothing bare metal beneath the perverse cock and cock sleeve combination.

I grabbed at my new rod with one hand, while the other greedily dragged across my new body, feeling every new muscle and crevice and damp piece of the hunk. River thrashed inside me, disgusted at feeling his own flesh violate itself. At watching this new carnal entity that wore his face and name.

“S-someone’s gonna find out. Someone will fix this” He threatened in my mind. 

“No bro… you’re the perfect host. No one at work knows a thing about you”. I cooed in his voice. “When we quit, when I take this thick ginger cock for a joy ride-“ tug “No one…” tug “No one will know.” I groaned as the last of his dick bonded to mine. We were complete. “I’m River now!” I shouted before devolving into whimpers of pleasure as I felt River’s warm seed stream out of me. 

River’s softening, sore wood was forced back into full mast as I eyed the full extent of my- now his- depravity. Not wanting to waste a drop, I smeared my new lotion onto my new flesh, caking in layers of his drying sweat with layers of drying semen. I could only hear gagging in my mind as River was forced to taste his own produce. It’s my body now anyways, why shouldn’t it reek of sex and his natural musk?

I’m home! I yelled, as I heard a somewhat familiar voice yet different. Dad? Is that you? I saw a man standing in the bathroom taking pictures of himself. He looked like my dad only he had hair on his head and had a little bit of muscle. Oh and he looked like in his forties while my dad was past sixty.

Yes it’s me he responded, my jaw dropped how is this possible. He walked towards me, follow me I show you. I saw myself and the light was perfect I quickly snapped a pic as my dad said I was selfish like my older brother.

We walked into my brothers room, as he started talking how we were living the best life and weren’t grateful. I was a spoiled brat. This time you will be doing something for me my dad said. I’m sorry dad if you think that way about us, what can I do. He turned around as I then noticed how low and enormous his cock had grown. It was as thick as his leg and kept growing bigger. It got past his knee then hit the ground. I watched as I never had seen thus before as he told me to take a closer look.

When my own face got near, it snapped right into my head. It was already completely embracing me air tight. My dad moaned out loud I was gonna follow my brother as more of my body slowly sinked deeper down his shaft.

***

When I let my first son enter my cock it took a while. I had to stretch and push him in, but I’m getting better at this already. My slippery insides make it much easier to such him up down to my balls. A big splash echoed as my youngest son entered where he once came from. Unlike my oldest he was a perfect looking kid, big muscular physique and a nice handsome face. Most of those features came from mine DNA ofcourse.

I could feel him in my balls moving and pushing for freedom. It won’t be long now though, as I slow but surely will break him down to restore myself like I did with his brother. I rubbed my man shaped balls as they became round and soft after digesting my son. Then they started shrinking back to a manageable size as my sons essence rejuvenated me.

My grey hair regained its glossy dark collar. My patchy beard aligned perfectly on my jaw evenly everywhere. My skin tightened all around my body as I stood once again at my full height I used to be. I gained excess muscle from my son on my frame as I admired my young and improved self. I know I had taken my boys life back to me, but they weren’t good enough I can and will try again until I have made perfection to call my offspring.

Trevor?" Kurt muttered eyes blinking slowly.

I snorted. "Ha, you must be joking. That twink isn't worth a sniff. I just used his shape to get close to you Kurt," I chuckled running a finger down his pecs.

He frowned, and I rolled my eyes returning to my original form. He gasped and tried to sit up, I pushed him easily back into the chair. "You're not going anywhere for the time being. You're flying back to the States tomorrow?" He let out a grunt, and I smiled. "I need a way to get into the country. Sure I'm a shape shifter, I could take your place, but that would leave lose ends. I hate lose ends," I muttered.

"You see Kurt, your going to get me in the country, and you won't even know you helped me. Tonight will just feel like a dream, you and Trevor will fly out and then—" I stop talking, Kurt appeared to be asleep from the sedative now.

I climb onto the chair and look at the handsome jock, making a note of his face. Grasping his throat I squeeze gently, and lay my head on his chest—I can hear his strong heart beating slowly. I start to shift again, my hands merge and start to lose my shape. Like quicksilver I flow across his body, covering every millimetre, every last crevice and crack only leaving his hands, feet and head clear.

The silver suit I'd become tightens around Kurt, almost binding with the upper layers of his own skin. I concentrate, and my surface fades and colours shift to match Kurt's skin exactly. Every last freckle, hair and blemish replicated. Satisfied I relax and drift off to sleep enjoying the warmth from Kurt's body.

I feel something rubbing, and I'm aware of a towel wrapped around our waist. I must of missed him showering—damn. He looks in the mirror, and I can see our reflection. He gently runs a hand down his pecs and then flexes. I'm just a sheath around his dick, but I can feel his monster swell.

There's a knock at the door. "Come on muscle-head, we need to go," It was Trevor.

Kurt returned to the bedroom and pulled on shorts, and a white t-shirt that hung off his pecs. He slipped his feet into some flip-flops and walked out with his case. "Ready!" He laughed.

The drive to the airport was uneventful, the queuing was boring, but finally we were seated on the plane. It was a night flight, and Kurt was sleeping like most of the other passengers. I felt a tug, and Trevor pulled Kurt through the darkness to the restroom. Before I knew what had happened Trevor was on his knees and had Kurt's dick in his mouth. The sensation was amazing; Kurt grabbed a rail, his other hand on Trevor's head. I wanted more.

I locked Kurt into place freezing him. Before he could make a sound I shifted again, moving up his neck and covering his face up to his hairline. I forced my way into his mouth and put him to sleep, and then replicated his facial features. I covered his hands and feet; he was totally enclosed and now I was in control.

Trevor looked up at me. "Was that OK?" He asked.

"Amazing," I replied using Kurt's mouth and throat.

Quality Time

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

---

"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

"Sniff, boy. When you're done with that, you can do the same for my brother." The boyfriend eagerly started to huff the stinking sock, moaning in pleasure as he did. "And you..." He put his phone down onto the table, turning to Victoria with a wry smirk. "Come show daddy some love."

"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..."

Freak Accidents

Seth woke up in an incredibly good mood. Today was the big day and he knew it. He practically jumped out of bed as soon as he heard his phone alarm go off for 7 in the morning. Seth walked to his bedroom door, opened it slightly, and stuck his ear in the crack. He waited for a moment, listening, but as far as he could tell, the house was almost completely silent. The only noise he could just barely make out was the sound of his tío Ronnie sleeping down the hallway. Seth smiled, then closed his door again. Seth then opened the closet and pulled out a leather bound book he had stashed in the back. The book was called the Tonis Maximus. It was in tatters, ready to fall apart at any second, but he made extra sure to keep it safe. 

The Tonis wasn’t like any other old, beaten down book. While it seemed to be nothing special on the outside, it actually held a plethora of magical knowledge on the inside. Seth was able to get hands on it thanks to his job at the city library. The book was just sitting in the library archives along with all the other books nobody's checked out in years. It was dismissed as being just another collection of old myths and folklore. Nobody knew the great power the Tonis contained, nobody except Seth. He was digging around in the archives one day when he stumbled upon the book. Out of pure boredom, he decided to read a page or two out of the Tonis. From the moment he first laid eyes on it, a world full of supernatural phenomena was opened up to Seth. Realizing what kind of power the book contained, Seth decided to smuggle the Tonis out of the library and keep it all for himself. 

Since he first obtained the book several years ago, Seth has been studying up on its magical content. He’s tried his hand at turning objects into gold through alchemy, predict the future through clairvoyance, and he’s even communicated with souls of the dead! Although Seth was very limited in what he could do (casting magic was very draining on the body after all), he was still on his way to becoming a proper witch. And the best part? Nobody except Seth knew about the Tonis!

Seth sat on his bed and he opened the Tonis to a page he had bookmarked. The bookmarked page contained instructions for the latest ritual Seth wanted to master. Body possession. 

Seth read through the directions, then took off his clothes just as the book said to do. He then pulled out his phone and recorded a quick video of himself.

“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s the charm, but even if it fails again, I’ll just try again until I get it right. I’m staying at my uncle’s place in Mexico for the summer, so I got plenty of time to perfect this spell. Wish me luck!”

Seth finished recording his self-documentary and put away his phone. He paused for a moment to reflect on his previous attempts. The first time he used the spell was when he tried to possess his neighbor back home. While he managed to get inside his body, the bodybuilder had no problem expelling his soul right out through sheer willpower. The second attempt was no better. He used it to possess his old high school principal, but although he got inside his body, he couldn’t move at all! Seth was starting to grow impatient after having back to back failures. He wanted to get it right this time, and with tío Ronnie on standby, he was sure he’ll nail it down in no time!

Seth placed his hand on his doorknob and took a deep breath. He then mentally reviewed the ritual procedure one last time; first, get naked, next, find a vulnerable target, then, recite the incantation, and last, push your way into their body! It was a simple 4 step process, all Seth needed now was more practice in executing it. He hyped himself then stepped out of his bedroom, only to be mortified when he saw his tío Ronnie sitting on his bed. He was still visibly sleepy, but now he had a clear view of Seth in his underwear.

“Seth?” Ronnie said in a low, groggy voice. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

“I- uhh…” Seth didn’t know what to say. He didn’t prepare for this scenario. His eyes darted around the hallway while he searched for an answer. “I was… I was on my way to the bathroom! Yeah, I just really needed to pee!!” 

“Dude,” Ronnie winced. “No need to yell, I’m right here. That’s cool, but why are you just in your underwear though? You never do that.”

“Uhhh…” Seth was scrambling again. He could hear his heartbeat getting louder with each passing second. He felt as if no matter what he said, Ronnie would be able to see right through him! “I, um, well-”

“You know what, Sobrino, save it.” Ronnie yawned as he threw himself back on his bed. “It’s too early for this. You do you, but just let me sleep a little while longer, okay?” 

“Y-yes! Goodnight Tío!!” 

Seth hurried into the bathroom and forced himself to pee just like he said he would. He sighed a breath of relief, not because he actually needed to go, but because he was so sure he was about to get caught performing magic. Thankfully, Ronnie’s inability to care about anything kicked in and saved the day. But even though Seth got scared shitless almost getting caught, it wasn’t enough to stop him from his mission! All he needed to do was wait a little bit for Ronnie to fall back asleep, then he could try again.

Seth went back inside his bedroom while he waited Ronnie out. Nearly a full hour had passed before Seth decided it was safe enough to try again. He crept into Ronnie's room and surely enough, he was sound asleep. Seth couldn’t help but grin as he watched Ronnie’s chest rise and fall with every snore. He took off his underwear, ready to attempt the body possession spell for the third time. 

He started by reciting the incantation from the Tonis out loud. As soon as he finished reciting the last word, a wave of nausea overtook Seth. Seth was ready for the lightheadedness to hit him like a truck, but no amount of anticipation could prepare him for how sudden it was. He nearly fell over, head throbbing with pain, but Seth was determined to see the spell through to the end. 

Hand pressing against his temple, Seth forced himself to stumble over to Ronnie. He then laid his nude body on top of Ronnie as carefully as he could. Seth was able to get on top of Ronnie without waking him up, and although it wasn’t his first time getting on top of a man or possessing someone’s body, Seth wasn’t prepared for how intimate it was. He could feel his junk resting on top of Ronnie’s. The thought of them touching dicks was enough for Seth to start getting hard, but he forced himself to shake off the bad thoughts and focus on his real goal. 

Alright… 1… 2… 3, now!!

Seth started pressing his body against Ronnie’s sleeping body. He knew if he wanted the body possession spell to activate, then he would have to push with everything he’s got! Magic never worked with half-assed effort after all. He pushed and pushed until finally- he could feel himself sinking into Ronnie. It began with his legs and feet. Suddenly, the feeling of Ronnie’s thick leg hair pressing against Seth’s smooth legs was gone. In its place, Seth felt his legs become consumed and enveloped by Ronnie’s thick legs. His feet aligned with Ronnie’s feet like a pair of well-fitting socks, then they began growing and stretching to match their new form. The rest of Seth’s lower half followed suit. His cock and balls slid inside Ronnie’s groin. Seth stifled a moan as it happened. The feeling of his cock slipping into Ronnie’s member like a personal dick sleeve made a rush of pleasure surge through him. That feeling only grew as his dick grew bigger and fatter until he had an identical member to his uncle’s girthy cock. Within seconds, the lower halves of their bodies had fully aligned with another. Seth tried wiggling his hips, and surely enough, he made Ronnie’s hips wiggle around. He could even start to feel the bedsheets underneath Ronnie’s/his ass. The body possession was going well so far. 

“Nrghh…” Ronnie murmured. Seth’s eyes shot open. It seemed like Ronnie was waking up, so he knew he had to hurry up and possess him before it was too late. 

Seth’s torso was pressing against Ronnie’s thick, hairy belly and chest. With some more pushing. Seth could feel his body go past physical limitations and slip inside its new vessel. Seth’s presence inside of Ronnie’s body grew with each passing second. He could feel Ronnie’s body heat combine and become his own. Their arms, chest, and gut aligned perfectly as Seth inserted himself in. His body then once again started growing. Seth’s thin frame was rapidly taking on extra body mass. He grew bigger until he had the same bulky build his uncle Ronnie had.

“Ahh fuck!” Seth accidentally squealed out loud. He couldn’t contain himself anymore after all the warm, body stimulation from transforming and possessing Ronnie. Only his head was left. While the rest of his body was already deep inside of Ronnie, his head was sticking out just above Ronnie’s chest.

“Hrm? What the-” 

Ronnie heard Seth’s outburst and lifted his head. Seth saw he was waking up and wasted no time slamming his head into his. He phased right through. The impact made Ronnie lay back again. He then let out a loud, guttural moan that echoed throughout the house. Except it wasn’t Ronnie groaning, it was Seth using his newly obtained voice after a successful body takeover. He had done it. Ronnie’s body was officially his.

“IT WORKED! IT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED!!”

Seth was ecstatic. Not only was he able to enter someone else’s body, he was actually able to move around this time! The body possession spell worked! 

He jumped out of bed bursting with excitement, although he nearly fell over due to almost losing his balance. He immediately felt the difference in body weight between his body versus Ronnie’s body once he was on his feet. Seth took a moment to let himself get used to moving around with a bulkier body, then walked up to the mirror to admire himself. 

“Whewww… Looking good, Tío Ronnie… Or should I say, me?” 

Seth chuckled. He ran his hand across his face, letting his fingers stroke against the fine beard hairs he now possessed. Seth always shaved off his facial hair before it could fully grow in. He was amazed how it felt to have an actual beard on his face.

Seth looked down and smirked as he saw Ronnie’s body instead of his own. He laid a hand against his new hairy belly and gave it a shake. Seth was always a skinny twink, so to actually have a gut was a new experience for him (and one he was actively enjoying). He ran his hands up his torso, stopping at his chest to cup his squishy pecs. He then tried flexing his chest muscles and watched as he managed to get each pec to bounce up a little. Ronnie wasn’t a couch potato by any means, but also he wasn’t a full fledged gym rat either. The end result of being somewhere in between led to him having a larger, bulkier build with some muscle behind the girth. It was definitely a different body type than what Seth was used to, but it was one he was actively enjoying as he stripped down naked and continued admiring the newly possessed goods he now had thanks to the magic book.

After he had successfully possessed his Tío Ronnie, Seth decided to keep practicing the body possession spell until he decided he had mastered it. He decided to step it up and try possessing a police officer the following day. Unfortunately, while Seth was able to sneak his way into the cop’s body, he was unable to take control over him. Seth was trapped as a mere passenger inside the cop’s body as he went about his day like normal. 

Seth had no idea what he was doing wrong. After failing to fully possess the police officer, Seth decided to try possessing Ronnie again. Surely enough, he was able to slip inside Ronnie and take control like it was nothing. Why was Seth able to possess his Tío Ronnie but not anybody else? None of the other spells in the Tonis gave Seth this much trouble! It was certainly an intriguing problem, and it was one Seth would have to solve alone. He had to keep his magical activities a secret; after all, who knows what would happen if someone found out… 

Over the course of the next few weeks, Seth focused most of his time and energy on figuring out how to master the body possession spell. He decided to try possessing a variety of men first. Although Seth’s actions were pretty limited due to the fact he had to be naked in order to perform the spell, he was still able to possess a dad, a bear, and another twink just like him. He wanted to see if it was a matter of a specific body type. But it was no use. No matter who he possessed, Seth just wasn’t able to take control over their bodies. Yet, despite all those failures, Seth was still able to possess Ronnie without a single problem! 

Seth was getting pretty frustrated. He just couldn’t figure out why he could possess Ronnie but not anyone else! Against his better judgment, Seth decided to entertain the possibility that the spell was limited to familial members only. However, even when he tried possessing one of his cousins, he still couldn’t possess them! Seth was truly stumbled, but even so, he refused to give up. He refused to accept that there was a magic spell he could not fully master.

Seth’s next action plan was to go all in with possessing his Tío Ronnie. He figured if he can’t fight against the current, he might as well swim with the current instead. Seth started possessing and staying inside of Ronnie’s for longer periods of time whenever he hopped into him. At first it was just overnight, but then it grew to a day, then two days and so on. Ronnie had mentioned to Seth that he began to feel weird. He couldn’t articulate the strange feeling very well, but he said felt as though he had become a bystander in his own life. Seth reassured him that it was nothing, that it was probably just the summer heat getting to him. Ronnie bought it, and Seth was glad he could keep possessing him without much worry. He needed to! Seth’s rationale was that if he could get accustomed to controlling a body that wasn’t his own for an extended period of time, then maybe he could use that experience to take over other bodies. Practice makes perfect, or so the saying goes anyway. 

Seth continued practicing the spell on Ronnie regularly. It had gotten to the point where Seth didn’t even need to check the Tonis for the lengthy cantation anymore. He already had it committed to memory with how many times he used it! Seth’s next goal was to possess Ronnie’s body for two weeks straight. After so much time possessing Ronnie, Seth considered it his second home away from home. There was almost nothing Seth could do with his body that he hadn’t already tried doing with Ronnie’s body. He was that comfortable now. 

The sun was setting on his 14th day as Seth came out of the gym, drenched with sweat after a good workout. Seth sat in the car and let out a heavy breath as he waited a minute to let himself cool down. Ronnie was a heavy sweater, way more than Seth was. And with all the body hair he had, the sweat would bead up and drip off of his hair whenever he worked out. Although it was an adjustment at first, Seth grew to love it. He never realized how good his uncle’s body odor smelled. He had a naturally manly musk that was incredibly potent and intoxicating to sniff. Seth couldn’t help but sniff his own armpits after he got all sweaty. He loved his scent, and he loved watching as drips of sweat hung off of the forest of hair he had in his pits.

Seth intended to just take a quick sniff of his pits before driving back home, but he was getting too entranced by his own sweaty aroma. The tent forming in his mesh shorts was undeniable proof that he was into it too! Seth paused and looked down to see his protruding bulge. He shouldn’t be this aroused, but he knew he was the reason why he was already hard with just smelling his own sweaty pits. 

When Seth first challenged himself to possess Ronnie for 14 continuous days, he also swore to himself to not do anything sexual while inside his body. He was able to get by the two weeks without much difficulty. But of course, that also meant he was holding a 14 day load in. No doubt his body was itching for some relief, and although Seth was ready to just power through the last day, he couldn’t help but stare at the large, obscene bulge in his shorts. Against his better judgment, Seth let one of his hands slither down his body until it reached his bulge. His fingers wrapped around his rock hard member and gave it a light tug through the mesh fabric of his shorts. It was nothing more than a quick rub, but it was enough to get Seth squirming in his carseat as the warm pleasure of rubbing his sensitive, erect dick began to kick in. It was no use, he had to get off and he had to do it now!

Seth practically ripped his shorts with how quickly he took them off. His cock sprang out as it was released from its clothing imprisonment. Seth looked at his uncle’s fat cock with wonder as it stood upright in its full glory right in front of him. He was jealous that Ronnie had a view like this everytime he jerked off. Seth grinned as he wrapped his calloused palm around his new dick, fully relishing the fact that it was his turn to tug on that girthy member now. 

His breath became bated as he pumped himself. Seth threw his head back and let out several guttural moans from deep within his lungs. 

“Fuck yeah… You like that…? You fucking dirty bitch, yeah you like that huh…”

Seth kept talking dirty in between groaning and panting like a wild animal in heat. He loved using his uncle’s deep voice and heavy Mexican accent to talk dirty. Just hearing Ronnie’s voice come out of his mouth while he jerked off made his throbbing dick leak with precum. His thick, hairy thighs became soaked with precum and sweat as he increased the speed of his strokes. He had all the car windows closed and the AC off. In cutting off the air flow, it quickly became very warm in the car. Seth’s stolen body started sweating again, which in turn, made his sweaty musk come back. He grunted as he sniffed his pits, fueling his mind with an ecstasy-like sensation through the power of smell. 

“Arghh, fuckk…!”

Seth couldn’t last much longer. He was getting close. He picked up his stroking speed and within the next minute, ropes of warm cum shot out of him. Seth bellowed his moans as the endorphins rushed throughout his body. His fat cock was like a water gun as it shot load after load of sticky cum until both his body and the car was covered in jizz. Seth was red in the face and out of breath by the time he fully finished. After all the time and energy he put into researching the body possession spell and while trying to stay abstinent too, a good jerk off session was very much needed! But although Seth got the relief he didn’t realize he was desperately needing, his intense self-pleasure session caused the already finicky spell to act up again. Before Seth could even react, he was ejected out of Ronnie’s body. The sharp pain of getting literally torn out of Ronnie was overwhelming. Seth blacked out as a result.

…When Seth came to, he found himself lying on his bed. He looked around his room, letting the comfort of a familiar place ease his mind while he got his bearing together again. He had some mild body pain, but nothing he couldn’t manage. Seth was grateful that he came out relatively unharmed after a freak accident like that. 

He sat up in bed and realized he was wearing shorts now. Seth wasn’t sure how he got clothed or how he even got back home, but then he found a note on the ground with answers to his questions. It read: “Found you knocked out so I carried you to your bed. I also put on some clothes so you weren’t naked. Don’t go out drinking so much if you can’t handle it. Rest up, I’ll see you soon,” signed by Ronnie. 

Seth let out a heavy exhale after reading the note. He was horrified at the thought of his uncle finding him naked and passed out somewhere. However, as far as he could tell by the note, it seemed like Ronnie was still not the wiser about what his nephew has been up to lately. Seth could rest a little bit easier knowing his secret was still safe.

Seth picked up his phone, which was right next to the note on the ground. He unlocked it and checked the time. Apparently, a full 24 hours had passed since Seth was forcibly removed from Ronnie’s body. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he figured it must’ve been pretty bad if it knocked him out cold for an entire day! 

Seth wanted to spend the rest of the day resting, but then his mind began abuzz with thoughts. He walked over to his door and peeked out of it, where he then saw Ronnie taking a midday nap down the hallway. The sight of his sleeping tío made the urge to possess him kick in. Seth’s initial thought was to just let both him and Ronnie rest before he tries casting magic again. But then the memory of the freak accident came back. Seth had magic accidents before, but they were never to that extent. The more he thought about it, the more he worried that he might have lost the power to possess people due to the accident. His mind became restless worrying about it. Seth wanted to ignore it, but he just couldn’t. He needed to know if he had lost his casting abilities for good or not.

“Okay… Just one quick possession…” Seth whispered to himself. “I just need to check if I can still possess people. Just five minutes, then I hop out and rest…”

Seth repeated his plan to himself multiple times. He knew this was probably the riskiest thing he had done with magic thus far, but with how great his anxiety was becoming, it quickly became his only option in his mind. Once he reassured himself enough, Seth took the first step towards his tío’s bedroom. It should be simple, just a quick in n out. He had already possessed Ronnie so many times after all, it should be easy enough. It should’ve been. But when Seth stepped into Ronnie’s bedroom, he was nowhere to be found. Seth tried looking for him but he couldn’t find him anywhere. It was like he had disappeared from the house!

“Maybe it’s for the best… I’ve been getting too reckless with magic anyway…” Seth mumbled as he walked back to his bedroom with his head dangling with defeat. He stepped back into his room and closed his eyes to take some deep breaths. However, just as he stood in the middle of his room, his door was slammed shut and standing in front of it was Tío Ronnie.

“Looking for someone, Sobrino?”

Seth felt his heart drop into his stomach when he heard Ronnie’s voice. He turned his head slowly and was met with Ronnie’s staring daggers into him. Seth swallowed his breath. The air in the room had become nauseatingly tense. He wanted to get out of there, but with Ronnie standing right in front of the door, chances of escape were slim to none.

“Um… Hi, Tío…” Seth said meekly.

“Hey. Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

“Hm? N-No, I don’t think so…”

“Really. What’s this then?” 

Ronnie reached for something in his back pocket. He pulled it out and threw it onto the ground right in front of Seth. Seth’s eyes nearly jumped out of his head when he saw the Tonis Maximus. His breathing became shorter and labored. He knew more likely than not that he had been caught.

“Uhh what is that?” Seth feigned a laugh. Ronnie shook his head and took a step forward.

“Drop the act, it’s not cute. You’ve been acting weird ever since you got here back in July. At first I just ignored it, figured you just needed some time to get used to living here. But you never did. You just kept acting weirder and more secretive, almost like you were paranoid about something. Meanwhile, I started feeling weird too. I would wake up with body aches and random bruises, even when I don’t remember doing anything that would cause that. But I figured these two things just couldn’t be connected. Right, Seth?”

“But I was wrong, they were all connected. What really set me off was when I woke up in my car sweaty, naked, and covered in my own cum. How the fuck did I end up like that? Why would I end up like that? None of it made sense! But then when I got home, I found you passed out and naked in the backyard. I can handle one or two strange, out of the ordinary things happening, but this many? Nah. I can’t ignore that, I needed answers. And so, while you were passed out, I decided to snoop around your room for a bit. And surely enough, I found the one missing piece to the puzzle I needed tucked away in my beloved nephew’s clothes.” 

Ronnie pointed to the Tonis laying on the ground. Seth felt a cold shiver run down his spine, but remained quiet. 

“I’m not stupid, Seth. I know you’ve been using magic to take over my body. I couldn’t believe it at first- Hell, I didn’t want to believe it! But it’s the only thing that explains everything that’s been going on in this house ever since you arrived.”

“Wh-Wh-What are you going t-to do with me…?” Seth finally spoke up, albeit with a shaky voice.

“I’m glad you asked,” Ronnie smirked. He then got closer to Seth while taking off his clothes. Seth took a step back, but froze with sheer panic when he heard Ronnie recite the body possession spell. “Now it’s my turn to have some fun! You don’t mind, right? It’s only fair, after everything you’ve done…”

Ronnie charged at Seth. Seth was able to sidestep him, but as he ran for the door, Ronnie grabbed onto him and slammed him face first onto the bed. Seth got the wind knocked out of him, and even though he struggled to break free, Ronnie had him firmly pinned down. It was no use, he had lost.

“Alright! Now all I gotta do is enter you right!?” Ronnie yelled. Seth could feel something long and hard rubbing against his ass and knew immediately there had been a misunderstanding.

“Wait! You’re not supposed to literat- AH FUCK!!”

Seth was too late. He shouted out in pain as Ronnie shoved his fat cock into him with little to no warning. Ronnie then started to thrust his hips into Seth while keeping him pinned onto the bed.

He was pounding away at Seth’s ass like an angry jackhammer. Seth could feel the weight of his big and strong uncle laying on top of him as he fucked him. The hair on Ronnie’s chest and stomach felt good brushing against his back while he thrusted into him. Seth was a well experienced bottom. If he wanted to have a good time, he knew not just any random top could get the job done. But with Ronnie’s girthy cock filling him up and his aggressive hip-thrusting rhythm, Seth found himself in heaven as Ronnie fucked him like a personal sex toy.

“Ah! Nrghhh… Fuck! Ahh!!”

“C’mon, open up that ass for me!”

Ronnie had Seth in a tight bear hug as he fucked him. Seth could feel his uncle really laying out all his body weight on top of him. Then, it happened. Seth’s moans grew louder and more intense as he began to feel his uncle phasing into his body. It was only his asshole at first, but then his entire body started getting filled up with the warm presence of a man as he got possessed. However, Seth was a much thinner man compared to Ronnie.

“Fuck…! Fuckk…! FUCKKKK!!! AHHH!!!” Seth cried out. He could feel his body getting stuffed to its physical limits as Ronnie pushed his bulky body into his twink body. Seth felt as if his skin was about to burst open with how full he was. But luckily for him, Ronnie was able to get inside of him without severely injuring him. However, although Ronnie had fully inserted himself into Seth, he was unable to control Seth’s body. The body possession was a failure. But to add insult to injury, Seth couldn’t move his own body either because he had become too bloated to move! It took several minutes but eventually Seth’s body was able to return to normal once it was able to adjust for all the extra body mass it had taken on. Seth was able to move like normal again, although thanks to Ronnie, he was no longer the same skinny twink as before. He had grown to match Ronnie’s body type.

“Man! I look pretty good!” Seth said out loud. His voice had dropped several octaves in pitch. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening- the body possession spell was clearly too unstable to follow any logic, but at least this time, Seth was enjoying the results!

Hey! What the fuck!? Why can’t I move! I want to possess you! Not just sit in here!!

Seth could hear his uncle’s voice inside his mind. He felt an itch in his head for a brief moment, but then it disappeared. But then Seth felt a sudden, burning sensation in his chest. It made him kneel over with pain. He felt as if every fiber of his existence was getting pulled and tugged on!

“Hey!! What are you doing!?” Seth shouted out in pain.

I’m going even deeper!! I’m gonna possess you no matter what, even if it means I have to take over your soul!!

Seth’s mind went into full panic mode. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout at Ronnie to stop. He was going to depths even he had never explored with magic! There was no telling what was going to happen, but so long as Ronnie was inside of Seth, there was nothing Seth could do but endure it…

Seth was gasping for breath as he felt a cold wave flow over his body. The icy sensation began in his heart then spread throughout the rest of his body. No doubt Ronnie had made it inside of his soul by now. All of the major muscle groups in his body inflated with body mass. His chest filled in with firm pecs, his bicep and leg muscles became toned, his ass grew larger and well rounded. Hair began to sprout on every square inch of his body. At first, his hairy body resembled Ronnie’s, but the hair growth didn’t stop there. Arms, legs, pits, ass, pubic, beard, everywhere on Seth’s body had become a jungle of thick, black hair, far surpassing Ronnie’s body hair! 

Seth groaned as he felt his cock stretching and growing. His cock thickened until he had the same hung, fat dick as his uncle. It grew out into an impressive 6.5 inches with some heavy girth to boot. His hairy balls hung lower than before as they began producing cum and testosterone en masse. By the time Ronnie finished possessing Seth’s soul, Seth had become completely unrecognizable. Seth and Ronnie had merged together to form a new man due to the soul possession that had taken place. The soul possession had taken traits from the 20 year old and 38 year old and combined them together to create the new 29 year old Ignacio.

Seth was breathing heavily as all of the bodily sensations he was experiencing began to subside. His vision grew blurry, but never recovered. Seth closed his eyes, panting for breath, and passed out on the ground.

Days had passed since Seth and Ronnie fused together. After the fourth day of being unconscious, the newly formed Ignacio woke up with groggy eyes. He picked himself up and let out a guttural yawn that nearly shook the house walls. He scratched his chest as he stretched, his fingers getting caught occasionally due to how thick his curly chest hair was. 

“Man… What the fuck happened to me…” Ignacio thought out loud. His voice had a baritone pitch and a heavy Mexican accent. Ignacio looked around and spotted a phone on the ground. He picked it up and opened the gallery through the quick start camera shortcut. The first thing on the phone gallery was a video of some shirtless young man recording himself. Ignacio played the video. 

“Alright, Seth here, I’ll be attempting the body possession spell again. Hopefully the third time’s-”

Ignacio grew bored of the video and deleted it. He had no idea who Seth was or what he was talking about, and didn’t care enough to find out. Instead, he cleared out the phone entirely and claimed it for himself.

While cleaning up the room, Ignacio found a book titled Tonis Maximus. However, he couldn’t make sense of any of the writing inside. So he tore it apart and threw it into the fire pit, ready to burn at some point. 

Ignacio then proceeded to take a shower to get ready for the day. It was a big day after all, his brothers and sisters were supposed to fly in from the States later that day. Ignacio smiled thinking about his beloved nephews and nieces. He was sure they were just as excited to see Tío Ignacio as he was to see them. 

Ignacio hurried to get dressed and make his way to the airport asap. He was completely oblivious to all the reality-altering magic that made his existence possible, and with the Tonis Maximus destroyed, there was no turning back. Not that Ignacio really minded it; after all, he was living the easy life in his little city in Mexico, fucking men on the downlow and overjoyed whenever his family visited him. Life was as good as it could be now that magic was out of picture, permanently. 

A Few More Kilos

See this image? It’s me before and after the Bodybuilding Competition. Now now, don’t get me wrong, you might be asking about how impossible...

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Adjusting To New Life

“Let’s start this routine” said Peter to himself as he takes off his clothes and tosses it

He never visit gym before but since he suddenly drained Steve, the soccer team captain, muscle in a horrible accident in the chemistry lab, instead of the library, Peter (now he prefer to be called Pete) now found himself in gym or training with the other soccer team member. At first, they reluctantly agree to accept that their real team captain now turned into nerd and they have to accept the nerd that they once bullied together became their team captain but as the time goes by, they just act like Pete has been the team captain since the first time. He’s less nerdy too now but still a lot nicer compared to Steve’s authoritative and self-centered attitude.

The change is not only affecting the physique, but also their mentality and knowledge, but not too drastic. For simple, Peter now have the knowledge about sports, especially soccer and how to live healthy and keep his body fit. There’s also an additional dash of sex knowledge and how to please women now in his mind, but he lose some of his academic intelligence. He can’t do even the simplest Math equation and algebra seems like an alien-type of knowledge. For the once dumb Steve, the rush of new knowledge in terms of academic things make him curious even more, he wanted to know more about the knowledge that he just gain, making him spending time in the library more, a place that he never want to even walk through before all of this.

“Hey, Pete” said Alexandra to Pete who’s busy lifting weights

“Oh, hey…..umh…..,” said Pete, trying to recall about who is Alexandra. He puts down his weight and make his way to the girl in the hoodie

“Alexandra, Pete. Alex,”

“Oh yeah, Alex! Wassup?”

“I just want to stop by and asking your condition,”

“Well, I’m fine, as you can see. Now, could you please leave, I know I sounded too harsh but I’ve some busy schedule for the next 4 hours. I should finish this before 6 because I’ve soccer practice too tonight, so, I’m sorry,”

“Wow…..that’s quite harsh. You don’t even ask how am I doing…….” Said Alex, clearly disappointed

“Look, Alex. I don’t have time to chit chat with some former best friend. You know what happen to me, my memories fucked up, I don’t even think my biological parents as my real parents now simply because all I can think is that my actual parents is Steve’s even though I know it’s not true, so please leave,”

Alexandra leaves in tear and then  Pete just stared to her fading figure and chuckled ironically

“Fuck, I don’t even have any clue about who is that bitch actually, prolly some pathetic geek wishing to be close with me,”

And then he’s back to finish his routine

I stand before the mirror in my bathroom, the room bathed in the soft glow of the flickering candlelight. It's Halloween night and the atmosphere feels charged, almost electric. Lately, more than usual, I have been feeling an unsettling sense of curiosity, a yearning for an unusual adventure. Maybe it's the night playing tricks on me, but my reflection smirks—a sly, enigmatic smile that doesn't belong to me.

Suddenly, my reflection speaks, "How about the time of your life?" His voice is deep, warm, flowing over me like melted chocolate, and ineffably seductive. This reflection, I realize, is not truly mine but an enticing demon donning my visage. While I should be terrified, his presence feels dangerously inviting, stoking a primal urge within me.

Seeing my hesitation, my reflection decides to expedite the proposition. With a lustful gaze, he starts caressing his body, and unbeknownst to me, I feel the phantom touch on my own skin. Revealing his throbbing erection, he starts to masturbate. The sight captures my eyes and I’m entranced by his every movement, feeling a strange kind of connection. His hand, moving rhythmically, is a sight that sends waves of heat crashing through me. The sensations flood my mind and, before I can comprehend it, I realize — I too am hard, uncontrollably aroused by the tantalizing prospect.

As he nears his climax, an animalistic groan escaping his lips, I watch in the mirror as my reflection shoots a creamy load. The intense pleasure, mirrored on my end, pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm rushing forth like a powerful tide. Cum spurts out of my erection, an experience so intense and novel, my own reflection basking in the euphoria.

Panting heavily, my heart pounding, the aftermath leaves me in a daze. The offer is tempting, my mind dangerously swaying toward acceptance. Seeing an opportunity, the demon grins at me, waiting for my decision.

Feeling the remnants of my orgasm still tingling in my veins, I don't need to think twice. "Yes," I breathe out, a sense of release washing over me.

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Assuming full control of this human vessel, I feel a thrilling surge of power. Every muscle in this body bulges to life under my command. I double over, gripping the sink as the transformation ripples through each nerve, each fiber of the being I now occupy. Sinew and muscle warp and weave, cocooning a timid soul in a chiseled husk of radiant masculinity.

The former owner of this body is relegated to a distant corner of his mind; his timid whispers barely echoes against the profound roar of my will. He is a captive audience to the spectacle unfolding in front of the mirror, his horror, a sweet symphony to my cacophonous mirth.

“You see this?” I flex in the mirror, entranced by the reflection of bulging muscles and a daunting heft between my legs. My smirk translates onto the reflection as I wrap my changed hand around the flexed bicep, feeling the rock-solid muscle under the touch. Bending down, I press my lips to the bulged arm, leaving a juicy kiss on my ripple of raw power. "Boundless strength and virility, in what used to be such a pathetic sissy boy,” I jeer, intoxicated with the new sensations.

Gone is the timid hesitation of the man, replaced by my dominant confidence. His world has been turned upside down, and I’m the coy god presiding over it. The smirk never leaves my face, even while witnessing the horrified lament of my host. A cruel laughter rings in the silent bathroom on Halloween night, as his timid cries are drowned in my triumphant, cocky celebration

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 08: Cock TF

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When Derek woke up, all that he could see was darkness, as if there was a sheet yanked over his head. Instinctively, he moved to yank whatever was covering his head, but he realized that he couldn’t move.

Immediately, panic started to seep throughout Derek as he realized that he was practically paralyzed, unable to move a limb. He thought that it was sleep paralysis at first, but eventually he felt himself shift around and being moved without any say so of his own. Derek panicked as it felt as if he was being carried, unable to feel his legs carry him towards something, that fabric still covering his eyes like a blindfold.

“Ready for a surprise, Derek?” a familiar voice asked the alpha.

“What? Theo?” Derek asked, growing angry over what was happening. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“You were always such an annoyingly cocky alpha, so check this out!” Theo chuckled.

The “blindfold” was ripped away from Derek’s face, and the first thing he noticed was Theo’s smirking face. However, it was wrong in the fact that it was much higher up than it should’ve been, as if Theo were several feet taller than the alpha werewolf. That thought was quickly ignored when Derek looked directly into the mirror that he was standing in front of, screaming loudly when he noticed what was wrong.

“What the fuck?!” Derek roared as he stared in horror at his altered form.

All Derek could see was Theo’s long cock that dangled between his thick thighs. However, instead of a regular-looking cockhead, Derek saw his own head attached to Theo’s shaft. It looked as if someone had photoshopped Derek’s head on top of Theo’s cock, editing out his arms and legs.

Theo chuckled as he shifted his hips a little, causing his cock to wag back and forth, and thereby make Derek a little dizzy. “I was so tired of you and your big dick energy,” Theo explained, “so I decided to turn you into my cock. I thought about making you my butt, but I like this idea better.”

“You turned me into your cock?!” Derek repeated incredulously, unable to wrap his head around what was happening. “You better turn me back, right now! You hear me? Now!”

Theo mock frowned. “Don’t be like that, Sourwolf,” he teased. “I’m sure that you’ll love your new life as my cock.” He reached down and fondled himself a little, causing his cock to grow harder.

Derek’s angry face froze, and he wore a stunned look as he felt his new body stiffen. It was as if all of the muscles in his body was flexing in unison, becoming hard and rigid as his new cock body hardened. His head rose and stood out at an angle on Theo’s boner, bobbing the air.

Despite his panic, Derek’s hormones surged throughout his new body and all he could concentrate on was getting off. He was incredibly horny and all he wanted to do was jerk off his new body; however, without his arms, he was helpless and trapped at the chimera’s mercy.

Luckily/unluckily, Theo reached down and wrapped his fingers around Derek’s new shaft body, pumping his fist up and down.

Derek nearly went crossed eyed as his new body was jerked off, feeling as if tidal waves of pleasure were coursing all throughout his altered form. Memories of Derek jerking himself off paled in comparison to having his entire body felt up and played with. All of the nerves in his new body were intensified, forcing every touch on his smooth skin to electrify every pleasure center he owned. Derek couldn’t hold back his low moans as he was played with, almost loving it when Theo ran his fingers over his cock body.

Derek tensed up and felt one of the waves of pleasure inside of him break. A snap ruptured deep within him, and the alpha werewolf felt a pressure building deep within him when—

“Ooohh!” Derek moaned, his jaw opening wide as cum squirted out of it and onto the mirror in front of him. The salty substance coated his mouth and as he came; he blushed as he realized that he’d truly been turned into a cock, cumming on Theo’s behalf without a second thought.

Worse was that Derek couldn’t deny that he’d loved it. It was such an intense surge of pleasure that he’d felt, easily outweighing any solo session or any sex that he’d ever had. Being a cock was truly the gateway to the ultimate pleasure, Derek fearfully began to realize. 

That epiphany was soon forgotten when Derek stared back into the mirror, shocked to see his thick black hair beginning to recede. It slowly pulled its way back into his scalp until the alpha’s head was smooth. However, he saw that his head was oddly shaped, not looking as round as it should. Instead, there was an odd curvature to it, especially near the bottom that made it look more like a mushroom cap than a head.

Derek’s eyes winded even further when a slight indentation pressed inward at the top of his head, forming a piss slit. The stunned werewolf was helpless to do anything except watch as his mouth closed, his lips fusing shut until it vanished altogether.  His nose shriveled up and disappeared next. Finally, his eyes were next as they closed tightly and fused, yet he was still able to see.

When all was said and done, Derek stared back at a cock. The shaft and head blended in seamlessly, giving absolutely zero indication that it was Derek before. 

Derek couldn’t say anything or beg to be changed back. The only response he could give was twitch, causing Theo’s cock to throb and rocket back to life.

On cue, that glorious surge of pleasure erupted throughout Derek once again. He new head, the perfectly shaped cockhead, oozed precum.

“I’m gonna use you to fuck Stiles’s tight ass,” Theo snickered, wrapping his fingers around Derek’s cock body again.

Immediately, Derek succumbed to the intense pleasure rippling throughout his new body. He instantly gave in, knowing that his new body was built solely for pleasure and sex. He loved being a cock and he looked forward to all of the sexual experiences that he’d get to have.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 09: Merge

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“You’re the worst alpha I’ve ever had!” Peter yelled, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically.

Derek snarled in response, baring his massive werewolf fangs. “I wouldn’t have to be so hard on you if you weren’t so damn stupid!” he countered.

The two werewolves continued to argue and yell at each other, their bellowing voices echoing throughout the house and making peace nearly impossible. 

Meanwhile, Stiles rubbed at his temples in irritation as he tried to read some articles for his college classes, irked that he couldn’t get any studying done with the werewolves’ dick measuring contest going on in the background. Worse was that ever since Peter miraculously came back from the dead, he and Derek seemed to be at each other’s throats constantly.

“You’re the most selfish member of the pack!” Derek growled, puffing out his chest as he tried to threaten the older werewolf. “I should’ve kicked your ass out a long time ago!”

Peter, being the drama queen that he was, rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. “Oh please, Pup,” he spat. “You have no clue what the hell you’re doing. Shit, your little pack would fall apart if it wasn’t for my help.”

The two men kept yelling at each other, ruining any semblance of tranquility as they puffed out their chests in what could be described as a “Bro Off”. Both of them would bark and yell, yet neither one of them dared to throw the first punch.

Finally, Stiles slammed his book shut, over their childish behavior. “Will both of you shut the fuck up?!” he cried.

Derek and Peter both froze to stare at him in bewilderment.

“He started it,” Derek muttered, gesturing at Peter heatedly.

“I don’t care who started it!” Stiles exclaimed. “We’re all in the same pack, so if the two of you could figure out a way to be closer, that’d be perfect!”

As soon as the words left Stiles’s full lips, an electric quality appeared in the air, making the hairs on the werewolves’ arms stand at attention. Before anyone could ask what was going on, Derek and Peter felt themselves moving towards one another, their limbs acting on their own accord.

Against their will, Derek and Peter both raised their arms and seemingly embraced one another in a hug, the two of them wearing worried expressions on their handsome faces as they desperately tried to regain control of their bodies. Even Stiles was shocked, his jaw hanging low as he watched the two werewolves hug one another.

Then something else happened.

Derek was the taller one, and it seemed as if Peter’s smaller (yet still muscled) body melted into Derek’s larger one. As the werewolves merged together, their muscles appeared to combine, becoming larger and much more defined. Their arms combined, becoming larger with much bigger biceps than before. Pecs protruded out in front of their bodies, capped by large, nubby nipples that were twice the size of their respective ones. Even their clothes seemed to merge together, taking Peter’s blue button down and Derek’s white tank, morphing them into a blue and white muscle tank top that served to show off their large muscles.

Derek and Peter were stunned silent as their heads positioned themselves upon broadened shoulders, sitting side by side.

When the changes finally ceased, standing where the two werewolves previously argued with one another, was a two-headed muscle beast. Derek and Peter stared in shock and horror as they used the buff arm that they could control to feel around their shared body, blushing when they could feel the exact same sensations.

“Wh-what happened to us?!” Derek panicked, taking an awkward step forward as if he could pull himself away from his shared body. All that served to do was make his new body stumble, Peter in control of the other leg.

Even Stiles was stunned silent, unable to wrap his head around what was happening. Moments before, Derek and Peter had been arguing, and then they were sharing a body that was twice the size of their normal ones.

Peter felt around his shared body in disbelief, bristling when he noted the obscene size of his enlarged muscles. “H-how did this happen?!” he gasped, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he and his nephew shared an over-muscled body.

Stiles shook his head in disbelief. “All I meant for you two to be closer, not this!” he hurriedly cried. 

The two-headed werewolf struggled to stalk forward, each one of them using the leg that they controlled.

“You better figure out a way to fix this!” Derek growled. “How the fuck can I be expected to perform my alpha duties with this dumbass attached to me? And how can I be expected to be with my boyfriend when I’m sharing a body…” He trailed off when his thoughts were clouded over with Peter’s.

Derek turned his head to glare at Peter’s, who attempted to look away, but given their unwanted proximity, the attempt was moot.

“Really?”  Derek growled, anger bubbling up in his gut.

Peter blushed, but tried his hardest to look unbothered. “He’s kinda cute,” he muttered under his breath, referencing his secret crush on Stiles, which Derek could pick up on thanks to their shared body.

Both of the werewolves flinched when they felt a throbbing in their pants. They each used the arm they controlled to yank down their pants, revealing the twin cocks that they possessed. Both of the impressive members stood at perfect attention, directed straight towards the shocked human.

Derek and Peter sniffed at the air, surprised at the heat radiating off of Stiles.

“Really?” they both asked in unison, shocked at the fact that Stiles seemed to be turned on. 

Stiles shrugged cheekily. “Well, I love Derek, but I also think that Peter is hot, in a weird sorta way,” he admitted, blushing.

Derek and Peter sighed, their shared shoulders rising and falling with the action.

Derek used his arm to scratch at the back of his head. “Well,” he mumbled, “I guess we could try to make this work…”

Peter looked downward at the two cocks that were attached to his and Derek’s shared body. “I hope that Stiles can take two at a time,” he said.

Stiles eagerly nodded. “I can look up some stretches!” he rushed, already looking forward to getting fucked by his new two-headed boyfriend.

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