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I Dreamt I was a Man

Do you remember that poem? By Zhuangzi? “I dreamt I was a butterfly,” he began, and continued to describe himself as uncertain if he was a butterfly dreaming of being a man or vice-versa. It was a beautiful and thought-provoking poem, and yet it was a situation in which I found myself relating far too much.

Who was I? I remember a far-off image of being a man--free and full of life. Yet I found myself astray in the astral pane. My core flutters in the cosmic wind, always at risk of dispersing. The only way to remain in one piece is to gather in a container. A vessel.

A human.

Yet, only those deeply enraptured by an activity could be my hosts, and only temporarily. I searched through the city I found myself in until I found myself in front of a man with his hands down his underwear. Deciding to not waste any more time, I plunged myself into his thick chest. “WOAH! What-AHHH!” His body stiffened, rising from its slouch until roughly slamming back onto the sofa. He convulsed, hand still gripping his dick, until he ejaculated all over himself.

I stared ahead, breathing deeply in pained gasps. Blinking the blurriness from my vision and cleaning myself up, I stood up from my host’s seat and walked towards the window overlooking a park. I saw a butterfly fly across the sky, heading south for the coming winter.

I was a man, but I was not myself. Who was I? And where are my memories? Dressing this new yet temporary body with appropriate clothing, I emerged from his apartment complex and allowed fate to guide me again. Though my path hadn’t borne fruit, I will continue to search. Forever if need be.

A butterfly has wings for a reason.

“Bro, how does a quarter-circle work?”

It was difficult trying to introduce my roommate into fighting games. He had taken an interest in some of them after I hosted a couple friendlies over at our shared apartment. Initially, I had been real excited to finally have something to bond over with him.

Sadly, I hit the first hurdle real quick.

“What the fuck is a quarter-circle?” The only way to describe his expression is ‘the first man to discover the platypus.’

Still, I was optimistic. Everyone had to start somewhere, right? I had placed a hand on his shoulder, gushing inwardly at the slight touch we shared, and told him, “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

It had only been about two days before he got mad and threw one of the custom controllers I had bought. Luckily it landed on a cushion, but that certainly splashed a bucket of cold water on my little crush on him.

Still, my hope for him hadn’t died at that point.

“It’s fucking bullshit!” he said, glaring at the Player 1 Wins still on screen. He pointed at my character’s smirk and smug victory pose while shouting, “Your character’s just bullshit. And I don’t know the goddamn special inputs.” All he had been able to do was just mash the face buttons and not tried any of the tech I had patiently explained to him at least half a dozen times.

“Well, that’s what practice is for--”

“I dunno.” The anger had begun to leave his face, leaving just disappointment in its wake. “Maybe I’m never gonna get it.” Chest deflating, he left the room and left me alone in the couch, mindlessly twiddling the joysticks.

To preface the situation I currently find myself in, I figured that if my roommate didn’t have the drive to develop the muscle memory and skill needed to do the inputs, could I do it for him? The hope hadn’t entirely died, but it blossomed into something else entirely. The idea had wormed itself into my head and possessed me entirely.

And so, I funneled into him. It wasn’t easy. He had struggled hard as the wisps of gray smoke I turned myself into entered his body. His body tightened and flexed as my invading force entered him. I didn’t miss the way that his erection poked just beneath the fabric of his shorts.

And so, alone in our shared apartment, I began the grind for him. Of course, I figured that I should make myself comfortable while I did him this favor. So I stripped his of his clothes and played nude. I gotta say, I’d recommend it. Felt so freeing as I climbed the online ladder with my nuts hanging.

Now he’s begging me to take him to the weeklies I go to on Saturdays. Gotta say, it’s been pretty nice gaming with a guy I live with. Of course, that’s not the only reason why I feel so much closer to him.

This is probably a bad habit of mine, but I can’t stop hopping into him and getting a nice session in. He doesn’t seem to believe I’m the one controlling him. Maybe next time I can jerk off inside of him. Sorry for the bad pun, but I think I’d like to play with his joystick next ;)

Back Home

It’s always difficult leaving your hometown, even after you’re dead! However, I spent the last couple of months of so bodyhopping throughout the country. It was good to take in the sights and the various types of men out there. Next time I go on one of these little “vacations,” it would be outside the country. But for now, I was happy to be flying back home to the east coast.

I was quite familiar with the gay scene there, enough so that I had “regulars” I would jump into. Some other ghosts and creatures I’ve met could just float or astral project through the air, but I could only get by through touch. No flying for me, ‘cept on a plane. Luckily a business DILF on a work trip just so happened to be heading to my hometown.

I was staying at a nice AirBnB, but I still didn’t quite feel right. This guy was basically a tourist, nothing like the fellas that make up this place’s gay scene. Of course, all I needed to do to truly feel right at home was to call one of them up and get inside of him.

Stripping down, I snapped some pics and made a Grindr account for this guy. Not long after I got quite a few responses. Hmm... I decided I would become Vincent for tonight.

He always had a thing for guys in suits. “And then seeing the tie and shirt on the floor,” he would always tell me as I inhabited one of his friends. “Ahh! It’s like a dream come true!” He gushed on and on about it, but I made sure to listen. These fellas were like my family by now. They might as well be! I knew them inside and out.

Vince came by around eight, and I was all ready for him. “Lemme take care of ya, big boy,” I said in a sultry voice, uncommon for guys with lungs like these. Vincent bit his bottom teeth and agreed. I pinned down on the bed and went to town on him with my lips. I didn’t wanna fuck him or ride his dick just yet. Nah, that was for when I was home.

“Fuck! Yeah, don’t--AH! Don’t stoppp...!” Vincent moaned, toes curling as my years of cocksucking made him go mad with pleasure. Then, my essence leapt out of the DILF through his mouth and into him. “AHHH! Ohh, oh my--FUCK!”

Vincent cried out and began to tremble as the DILF collapsed to the side and slid off the bed. He trembled and convulsed as my invading presence engulfed his own and forced him to sleep.

I let out a gasp and stretched my arms. I had been Vincent quite a few times, and his body felt almost as comfortable as my own when I was alive. The way he loved his nipples played with and those cute little moans of his. Yeah... this felt nice.

“I’m home.”

Rest Stop

"N-No... please..." Jason groaned, unable to stop as his arms began to play with his chest and nipples. Electric sensations and pure bliss filled his mind as the world around him became grew fainter.

It had begun with a small, almost invasive, breeze flowing through the plains. Then, his belt fell to the ground as his buttons became loose. Jason wasn't sure what was happening, but he was certain he felt some sort of phantom sensation grope and play with him.

Then it began to spread throughout his body through his ass crack. He threw his head back, leaning up against a cliff, moaning like a slut in heat as his body was invaded. Jason blushed as he felt his cock stiffen at the sensation.

"N-No... ngh...! AAAHHH!" His cock, having leaked precum for the past few minutes, stiffened as it shot out load after load of white sticky semen. Jason let out a cry of despair and relief as his eyes rolled up the back of his head. It was a sweet relief, but it didn't last long as he lost consciousness. His body convulsed in the desert heat, propped up only by the cliffside.

Eventually, Jason's body stilled as he slowly opened his eyes. His hands explored each new patch of skin as though it wasn't his own. "Thanks fer the bod, cowboy," said the entity that took over Jason. "Don't worry, I'll treat ya reaaaal nice."

Beach Bummin' it

I gotta be honest, having massive tits isn't nearly as exciting as people online made it out to be. It only took a couple orgasms before I got bored and started just messing around with this guy.

He was some rando I found as I made my way to the beach. When his back was turned and no one was looking, I lunged into his back and slipped into his body. Boy, was he moaning like a slut! He couldn't help but rub his legs together as I took over.

After blowing a few loads in the bathroom, I made my way down the beach and kinda just... hung out. It was too hot trying to bother picking anyone up, and I didn't really feel like it. So here I was, playing Pokemon Yellow on an old Gameboy I kept in my car--not his, mine.

The spell's good for 24 hours. Can't leave this guy until I spend a whole day inside of him. Might just head over to my place and just play games the whole day.

Guess I'm not an exciting bodysnatcher, huh?

Tag, you're it!

Some buddies of mine started this little group chat called, "Tag, you're it!" Since we're able to perform the possession spell, more details on that story later, we've been messing around with it. We're all either gay or bi, so we generally try and take over some sexy man and show off for the rest of the guys.

Last night, Juliet posted a picture of herself in her dad's body, showing off a nice and sexy selfie for all of us to drool over.

The caption read, "Tag, you're it, Shawn. Give us something y'know we'll like ;)"

It was gonna be tough to top that, but I was confident. Luckily, my veteran uncle was staying over at our place for a few days, so this was the perfect opportunity.

I waited until my uncle went to take a bath to start my plan. The way my friends and I managed to do this was by melting down into some kind of slime and slithering inside our hosts. Luckily, being able to cling to surfaces and move with little sound made it easy to sneak up on our victims.

I easily slid under the door and slithered through the tiled floor. Steam filled the air as the hot bath had only recently been drawn. I heard the metal screech as my uncle turned the water off. "Mmm, nice and hot..." he muttered. His deep and velvety voice pushed me over the edge. I needed to be him, and I needed it now!

He was wearing a towel, covering my favorite point of atttack, but I didn't care. I leaped towards my uncle's crotch with little fear in my gooey heart. "What the FUUUUUCK?!" My uncle cried out as my slime slid under the towel and engulfed his dick and balls, already slithering inside. He let out a moan as he fell backward onto the ground.

Legs spread out as though I was fucking him, my uncle squirmed and convulsed on the ground as I took him over. Slowly, as my slime invaded each cell of his body, I felt the disorienting yet still pleasurable sensation of having something slither inside of my borrowed form. I was not only stealing my uncle's body, but also his experiences.

It truly was like something was both sucking me off and fucking me at the same time. My uncle's thighs, soon to be my thighs, quivered in anticipation. My core tightened as I pumped more and more of myself into him. Then, as his panicked consciousness slowly faded into dormancy, I cried out as I finally climaxed all over myself. Ropes of cum splashed all over my chest, some shots even landing on my drooling face.

"WOAH! Ohhh... oh that's good..." I muttered, chuckling as I felt my adam's apple bounce. Mmm, you're such as sexy-ass man, uncle Roger..." I said. Getting up on my uncle's now sore legs, I stumble over to the mirror and admired myself.

"Hmm... good thing Shawn's enjoying himself in his room. Otherwise, he might see his sexy uncle playing with himself." I said, smirking at my little roleplay. "Oh yeah..." I threw away the towel and let my manhood flop around. "No point covering up this li'l fella, right? Gotta let the whole world see." I was about to step out until I saw the hot bath out of the corner of my eye. I grinned as my uncle's dick grew hard again.

"I drew this bath for myself, might as well enjoy it. I deserve it, after all." I stepped into the water and let out a deep groan. Taking a picture for the group chat could wait. For now, I just wanted to get to know my uncle with the help of some soap and water.

Galactic LARPing

"And your character is...?"

Asmodeus puffed his borrowed chest out and declared, "I am Asmodeus the healer! Injured, just come to me and I'll cure you in no time." Then, Asmodeus pursed his lips and winked to the joy of the other players. A few even blushed.

It was a cute pose that his host would never do, but under the control of a LARPing alien determined to stay in character, he had no choice.

Next up was Minot. "Rogue." To better get into character, he adjusted the hat and adopted a far more reserved personality. After a brief pause, he adjusted his hat to better hide his eyes. The group cheered and clapped for his performance. It was simple but effective for the strong and silent rogue. Minot's host mentally moaned, ashamed at how much he was forced to expose due to his bodysnatcher.

"And I am Daxtrus, the ultimate sage of legend. Do not worry, o treasured friends of mine. My mythical and dark spells will protect us in the many battles to come!" Daxtrus took a deep breath and then did his pose. When asked if it hurt, Daxtrus chuckled and said, "No worries, this body is quite flexible."

Daxtrus' could only recoil as he felt how much his body was forced to stretch. He would certainly be sore in the morning!

"I AM RATHOLS, THE WARRIOR! Oh! Sorry...!" For a moment, the older and muscular man slumped and shrunk away when the other players complained about his loud voice. "Lemme try again..." Clearing his throat, Rathols flexed and shouted, "I am Rathols, the warrior! Let us conquer and claim this land in the name of our kingdom, good fellas. Ho ho!" with a boisterous, exaggerated laugh. While excessive and not at all what his host would do, it got the party rilled up and in a good mood again.

Rathol's host could only scream as he remained a prisoner in his own head.

"And I am Qual, the dancer," he said, placing his palms together and bowing. "Let my dance bring you pleasure and joy..." Qual let out a slow and seductive sigh. He posed and moved the stolen body to emphasize the curves, much to his host's chagrin. It was a traditional garb, and this alien was using it to roleplay as a whore!

"Well, seems like we're all set. You all picked such great bodies! Luckily, the game I've got planned will go for lots and lots and sessions." Inwardly, all the hosts cried and moaned in despair.

"Well then, let's begin the session! We start our story with..."

Sorry, dad

I know what I did was wrong, but it just felt so good. I flexed the stolen arm in front of the mirror, admiring the muscle and armpit hair I was borrowing.

'Please, let me go...' My father begged from inside his own head, but I told him to shut it. 'I-I'm not gay, right...? It's hard to remember. Someone, please help.' His voice sounded faint, which made it easier to ignore.

I slithered into my father because I had used his photos to catfish my university's coach. At first, I just wanted to get his nudes, but after a few conversations, I began to catch feelings for him. He asked me out on a date, and I stupidly said yes.

Instead of coming out as honest and facing the consequences, I decided to keep digging this pit I had dug for myself. I possessed my own father to go on that date. Luckily, he's got plenty of condoms in his sock drawer.

'Date... Coach Smith... he's kinda cute.'

Oh damn, looks like my dad's not getting outta this one 100% straight anymore. Honestly, it probably is an improvement. He could stand to get back into the dating game.

But, not for tonight! Tonight was my night with his body. Coach Smith, here I come. I put on dad's sexiest suit and made my way to the date spot.

Body Surfing Lesson

“’Body surfing,’ is an important skill to learn as fledgling body possessors,” Gerald spoke to the hidden camera, putting on his teacher persona as best he could considering the ciscumstances. “Normally, it takes a lot of mana for us to take over other people, but the body surfing technique involves taking over multiple people over the course of a single day, using their own mana as a sort of ‘surfboard,’ to ride the waves of mana that flow inside of us all.” He inwardly cringed as he spoke, his current body very clearly unfitting for his lesson.

Gerald had no idea who had come up with such awful terminology, but it was far too late to change that. The small yet tight-knit community the possessors in the area had formed needed to have a sense of unity. Too much innocent blood had been shed for shame to hold Gerald back. ‘Far too many of you have been lost for me to get cold feet now,’ he thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he continued his explanation for the future viewers.

“I’ve already spent quite a lot of my own mana to possess this young man,” Gerald forced his host to say. What was his name again…? He focused, face visibly tightening before his eyes widened in realization. “Jerry! Huh, it’s so close to my name.” He winced and made a mental note to himself to delete that part of the video. “It was difficult, y’know,” he said, pacing around in Jerry’s underwear with very little shame. He couldn’t help but strut, already enjoying the tight muscle in this youthful form. “I had to float into his cute little butt to take him over.”

Gerald grinned and slapped Jerry’s butt, enjoying the slight jiggling. He thought back earlier today as he launched into a story of how he had taken Jerry over for his class.

Gerald’s misty form had crawled through the apartment building’s pipes, searching for a nice and hot host that would catch people’s eyes while he tried to educate them. Then, he found Jerry exiting the shower and clad in just a pair of new-age briefs. Gerald stared at it in confusion, unsure if this is really what the young ones were really wearing. ‘Am I getting old?’ Gerald had briefly mused before launching himself towards Jerry’s ass.

“AH! Woah, ahhh…!” Jerry collapsed on his stomach, ass facing the ceiling as Gerald’s essence took him over. “Ah, pl-please… help…!” gasped Jerry, his hips thrusting on their own as he lost consciousness.

“Mmm, nice…” Gerald muttered as he sat up. He rubbed his stomach and then his bare, youthful legs. “It’s been a while since I was someone so young. And so hairless,” he chuckled.

“And that’s what happened,” he finished for his class. “It was lucky that this young man enjoys filming so much. Now I’ve got a nice and high-quality camera for this lesson rather than some janky phone.” It truly had been serendipity for him. Gerald giggled as he sat cross-legged in front of the camera, enjoying just how his borrowed form felt so exposed and yet so confident in his near-nudity. “So, I’ve got a dilemma. I want to move on and yet I’m pretty much exhausted my mana supplies—the essence of the soul. Say I even got into the trouble and I have to evacuate for whatever reason. What could I do in this situation?”

Gerald waited a quick second before continuing, “If you don’t know, that’s fine. This technique’s quite advanced. Not even some of our more veteran community members have even mastered it. Yours truly, however,” Gerald paused to place a hand on his chest, making sure to lightly tweak a nipple, “is well-versed enough in the arts to enlighten you.”

It wasn’t a secret nor difficult to figure out the theoretical part, but it was a challenge to divert the flow of energy instead of letting it be lost to entropy. It was similar to having a rush of anger and trying to convert the energy of that anger to something productive. In other words, it was turning anger to passion, turning sadness to compassion, and turning joy to kindness. The emotion behind it was just as important, if not more so, than the actual intention. 

‘Easier said than done,’ Gerald thought. ‘Honestly, I’d have to do a one-on-one with all of these new possessors for them to even get proficient at it. However, just imparting the knowledge would be enough… for now, at least.’

“Now, I have invited my host’s friend to come over soon. Before he arrives, I’m going to start masturbating my host’s body and preparing my mana.” One of the ways that mana flowed was through bodily fluids, with semen being one of the most potent ones. The emotions surrounding a climax allows a large flow of magic to surge through and even be present in the semen that one shoots at that moment of peak pleasure. “I won’t use my own mana,” summarized Gerald, “but instead use this young man’s mana from his own climax to possess his friend, Mike.”

Gerald was about to continue, but bit his lower lip as he heard the faintest knock from the front door. Then, Mike’s voice called out to be let in.

Grinning, Gerald placed a finger to his lips and winked at the camera. “Let the show begin.” It wasn’t difficult to begin jacking off in this youth’s body. Even stroke felt like a lightning strike and even gasp was just fuel to Gerald’s fiery lust--now reborn in this young vessel… for the time.

“C-C’mon in,” Gerald forced Jerry to say. He had left the apartment’s front door unlocked on purpose. With any luck, Mike would get curious and explore the lustful noises straight to Jerry’s room. “Door’s unlocked.” Everything was falling into place. Gerald had seen a few pictures of Mike. He was a cute ginger with a good body that used to play hockey in high school. Though his sports days were behind him, Mike still regularly went to the gym to keep a nice form. “Mmm…!” The thought of taking over another young hunk, one with fiery curly hair that was so much like his own during his teenage years, almost made Gerald cum on the spot.

“Hurry up…!” Gerald hissed. Just how much more did his thick cock need to finally cum. It was such a tease--to be on the verge of cumming but not getting there quite yet. “You stupid fucking himbo, fucking cum already!” Although he was on the verge of running out of time, Gerald couldn’t help but find the verbal abuse arousing as well. “Cum for me, boy. Lemme feel that stallion cock of yours burst all over your hairless, himbo body…”

“Jerry? That you? What’re you doing…?” Gerald could hear Mike’s approaching footfalls, and that only made the whole situation more erotic. Before losing his body, Mike would see his best friend cum all over himself like a shameless exhibitionist. And then, Gerald would do the same thing to Mike. Forget the class or keeping the peace, Gerald could only think of hopping between men and turning each of them into cum-obsessed cocksuckers.

“Hrrngh! Oh god…!” 

Yes… it was approaching. All Gerald needed to really turn this body on as he cranked the cock was a bit of foreplay. His core was beginning to tense, and he could feel himself rush past the point of no return.

Right at the precise moment, the door opened. “Jerry, what the fuck?!” Mike cried out as he saw his best friend beating his meat without a lick of shame.

Grining, Gerald forced Jerry to shout, “I’m fucking cumming…!” as torrents of cum shot high into the air in Mike’s direction.

‘Now, give me your body, boy.’

Riding that climatic wave, Gerald used the large pool mana that Jerry’s young body was shooting to propel his soul forward. Even though all of his own energy was spent, he felt rejuvenated, as though he was 20 years younger, as Jerry came. However, just like a normal wave crashing into the sea, it would not last forever. The energy could not be stored, only spent in that very moment; but that small burst in power was all Gerald needed as he dove into Mike’s body.

“Oomph!” Mike huffed as the force of Gerald diving into his body was enough to knock him off balance. He fell backwards and hit the ground, body convulsing as an invisible, unknowable force began to take him over. “Wh-What the fuck…?!” was all he could say as a cold and numb sensation spread from the tips of his fingers and toes into his core. “H-Help… ohh… please don’t…” Mike reached a trembling arm towards the doorknob, his fingers twitching as they tried to find anything to grab onto.

By the time Mike’s fingers gripped the brass knob, Gerald was already in control. “Mmm… delicious.” Something that Gerald noticed from certain bodies was that they somehow had some kind of spiritual ‘flavor.’ Mike reminded him of strawberries in a shortcake somehow. He licked his lips and chuckled at the light bristle of Mike’s bushy and manly beard. “Trying to be a real man, boy?”

Gerald forced Mike to sit up and then lie on his stomach. “Just a young man trying to be a big boy,” he chuckled as he positioned Mike’s ass high in the air, wiggling his hips the whole time. “But then a real man like Gerald took over my body. All with my best friend’s spunk as a springboard. God, what kinda friend--what kinda man--am I for letting that happen?”

A horrible idea suddenly crossed Gerald’s mind. Crawling back into Jerry’s room, Gerald opened Mike’s mouth and began to suck the remaining cum off of Jerry’s still twitching cock. “God, Mike, you’re so virile. I’m so glad you’re this cumslut’s friend,” said Gerald. Then he realized that he was still supposed to be explaining a lesson. 

Grabbing the camera, Gerald focused it on Mike’s face and began to speak. “Well, did you see that? I was all out of mana, but masturbating with a man’s other body, I was able to use his energy to possess this hunk of meat.” To illustrate his point, Gerald stripped most of Mike’s clothes until he was down to his boxer briefs. “See? And--” he stopped as he heard the front door open.

“Jerry? You home? What’d I tell you about leaving the front door unlocked?”

Jerry’s father. A tall and broad-shouldered man that, from what Gerald could tell from Jerry’s memory, wasn’t particularly fond of Mike due to his… ‘lifestyle.’ Was it due to something repressed? Mike certainly seemed to think so, but Gerald couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation. Taking a look around and seeing the scene before him, Gerald began to internally panic--twisting Mike’s generally nonchalant expression into a stressed grimace.

‘Shit. His son’s unconscious, covered in cum,  and his best friend’s stripped down to his underwear.  If I saw this scene I’d think Mike was trying to date-rape my son! Don’t think I’ll be able to simply laugh off this little excursion. But… the only way to get out of this would be…’

Gerald had never attempted a double possession, with or without an explosive orgasm catapult. Was it a good thing that the camera was still recording? He wasn’t sure anymore. To be frank, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Loud, boisterous footfalls continued to ring in his ears.

Even in times of danger, Gerald knew he could rely on his libido to get him out. Throwing Mike’s underwear away, no longer caring about maintaining any sense of professionalism, Gerald got to work. Using what was left of Jerry’s cum as makeshift lube, he began to explore Mike’s tasty body with horned-up haste.

“The hell’s that, Jerry? Got a girl over?” Jerry’s father called out again. Gerald couldn’t help but giggle in-betweens his moans. If only he knew.

Mike’s gruff voice contrasted so wonderfully with his high-pitched and needy groans. His back arched and his toes curled as Gerald continued to beat his dick. The other hand freely explored the nice pelt of orange hair that coated Mike’s body.

‘What I wouldn’t give to just have a day with this guy,’ thought Gerald. A few tweeks of the nipples and he could already feel an orgasm building up. Just a few more minute and vigorous strokes and he’d be home free. “C’mon, cum for me…! Just a bit more.”

Jerry’s door flew open for the second time that day, and this time Jerry’s father roared in horror at the scene before him. “MIKE! What the fuck are you doing?! Jerry?!”

‘An audience,’ Gerald thought, smirking at the older man. ‘And not a bad looker either.’

“Hey, daddy-o,” Gerald forced Mike to say. He thrust into his grip, gyrating his hips as though to show off what his body could do to Jerry’s father. “Like the show? Have a seat, I can do so much for you if you want. I don’t mind some audience participation.” To emphasize his own point, Gerald raised a hand with a bit of pre-cum and slowly licked it off--savoring the sweet flavor.

Jerry’s father, mouth slightly agape and expression somewhere between horror and arousal, just stared at Gerald abusing Mike’s body. “Y-You’re sick,” he finally said, eyes glued to Mike’s swinging cock as it twitched. “What did you do to Jerry…?”

“Same thing I’m gonna do to you, daddy!” Gerald cried out in glee as Mike’s abused cock shot the first few rounds of semen. He bit his bottom lip, moans just barely muffled, as Mike’s hips naturally thrust with each shot. As the orgasm reached its end, Mike’s body began to tremble and grow limp as Gerald shot himself out. He rushed through the air and quickly dove right into Jerry’s father through his large chest.

“Hurugh! Ohh, what the fuck…?!” Unlike Mike, Jerry’s father remained standing even after Gerald dive bombed into his chest. However, despite his stronger will, he was unable to stop the tidal wave that crashed over his body. His broad arms gripped the door frame for support as his knees bent from the pressure. 

The invasive presence washed over him, filling him up slowly. It wasn’t unlike the first time his ex-wife had pegged him. The fear that came from being filled for the first time was matched only by the pleasure that followed. Just the thought of that night made his cargo shorts tighten. He knew that he should’ve been afraid and even outraged, but his body betrayed him in favor of the invasive presence. “M-More, please fuck me more…!” he whispered as his grip on the door frame tightened. Sweat dripped from his body as his soul let the tides carry him to a blissful and erotic rest.

“And that class,” Gerald forced his host to say, “is how you use your host to your advantage. Now, this is a more advanced technique, so don’t worry if you find it tricky at first.” Bill, Jerry’s father, was far more comfortable to Gerald than Jerry or Mike. The beefy look and authoritative voice also helped Gerald really get into the persona of a professor. It was like putting on a custom before getting into character. “But, as you can see from my improvised lesson plan, it’s possible to even chain multiple possessions in just one day! Really beats having to wait for the refractory period to end, huh?” He chuckled in Bill’s deep baritone, hands on his stomach as he felt Bill’s stolen body jiggle and quake with life. This was more like it.

And with the lesson done, Gerald now had plenty of time on his own to get familiar with Bill. Maybe Jerry and Mike would like to get involved as well…

omfg well now i need to sit down with why i have such mixed feelings about this film bc i like it so much but. yeah.

Watched Possession (1981) for the first time a few weeks ago and found it incredibly fucking terrifying but also sincerely relatable because I too have a fearful-avoidant attachment style and go from being passionately in love to remembering that love can never truly be articulately broken apart and universally explained therefore causing me to feel as if perhaps I’ve never actually felt love for anyone or anything and in looking back at my parents failed relationship and my mothers desperate attempt to find it once more with other men I, undoubtley, have no proper understanding of the work, passion, and wellness, that encompasses a thriving monogamous relationship, which inadvertently makes me ill equipped to ever truly know if I’ve found “the one” and instead realize that if I feel nothing for no one, I never have to worry about the intricacies of love ever again!!!!!!!!!

(And the cycle repeats over and over again)

10/10 film though! Would never want to willingly watch it again!!!

There's a big difference between his only and his only

Getting instantly soaked when he’s possessive for the first time

Possessive doms that make you share your location after the first date 🫠

" The Exorcist " bed coat by Viktor and Rolf. Ink wash illustration by Christian Cimoroni.

Mostly for @pulpmusicalsfortnight2024's promt, partially for the horror prompt, and partially to torment @oswaldpettyeye specifically: what if Kal possessed Charles?

Head empty, only possessed Macaque :]

The idea just wouldn’t leave me alone, so I wrote a One-shot for it.

I have the headcanon that he wouldn't or isn't permitted to use glamour because, even though it only takes a small fraction of magic, it would still be a small amount of energy that he isn't using for ✨destiny✨ and that just won't do.

Lovingly led to Ruin (LLR)

"Taken and Torn" - Part 2

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Not fast enough...

Lovingly led to Ruin (LLR)

"Taken and Torn" - Part 3

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Ayyyyy, just finished the first,,, let’s call it a "mini-episode."

There's gonna be a small time-skip to the next episode so that we can get right into it! Excited to see what y'all will think about it!