Youâre hands down my all time favorite possession writer. So fucking great dude.
Aww thanks! This meat suit loved the praise :)
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when will a sequel of Ben alien possession be released?
I see this one a lot and the answer is- when I feel like it haha
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hey, thanks for posting river, it was super hot. Any update for when thread part 3 is going to come out?
In the works! Gotta space these outâŠ
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If we send you images would you create a story for it?
depends how hot it is, and if I get inspired haha
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River
River was a walking enigma.Â
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 âSorry, I canât- busy.â 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 wasnât rude by any means. Iâve 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 âjust what my parents named me- they thought Iâd have brown hairâ. I tried to pry for his hobbies, asked what he did for fun and he only responded with a âI watch baseball, go to the gym, watch TV. I guessâ, 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.Â
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- Iâve found out the hard way in the past how creepy this process could look in public if done too quickly.Â
Riverâs 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-
âCâmon, letâs all get shots- uh⊠River you ok bro?â Mark asked.
He shook off his daze, surprised at himself before laughing off the weirdness.Â
I was pissed the rest of the night, forcing myself to hide the permanent glare I would have worn for Mark.Â
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.Â
That would be the last time in a while Iâd 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 wasnât much for parties. Instead, I had to satiate myself with glances and the occasional short conversation.
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âDoes that work for you two?â My boss asked. I nodded readily, eyeing Riverâs 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 âworkedâ tirelessly on the presentation with River, making sure to leave enough mistakes and gaps to drag the process out.Â
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 âsorryâ 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.
âI- uh⊠okay. Maybe we can finish this at my apartment,â He stated, clearly uncomfortable. I held back a moan.
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âYou can set your stuff down thereâ.
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.Â
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.Â
âUh.. sorry I donât really have any snacks.â
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.Â
âOkay, I need to head to the gym for a bit. You still have a few slides you wanted to add, right?â 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.Â
And then, there I was. Alone in Riverâs apartment. Alone with Riverâs apartment. I ran to his dirty laundry pile.Â
âMmmphhhhâ My eyes rolled back as I took the deepest inhale of my life. These were Riverâs boxer briefs. The same ones he had just worn. Doused in the scent of a dayâs 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.Â
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.Â
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 couldnât help but twitch in approval.Â
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 hadnât cummed yet.Â
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 Riverâs 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.Â
I salivated as my eyes followed every contour of the body that would soon be mine. His flesh was flush and glistening with sweat.
âM-must have been some workout,â I mumbled. I couldnât stop myself from staring.
âYeah, fucking kicked my ass today,â 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.Â
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 wasnât 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.Â
A lazy pair of eyes drifted up to meet me. âSorry bro, just new a few minutes.â
I gulped. This was my chance. No need for precision, no need for focus. River was vulnerable. In any other circumstance, Iâd 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.Â
âW-what are youâ. 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. âUghhh! Fuck bro. I canât! I canât wait. I canât wait to be River!âÂ
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 Riverâ meaty form encapsulate my own. His arms and legs splayed as he screamed at the intrusion. âWhat the fuck are you-â 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. âWhat am I doing?â I thrusted myself deeper into his muscled form, âIâm becoming River. Iâm gonna wear you like a fine red suit.â I felt my facial muscles match his and pulled him into a smile he did not intend to make. âYou boring prude. This body was built for sex. Youâre starving this poor thing. I bet itâs backed up.â I whined in half-whispers. âLet me take you for a ride.â 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. âYou feel that?â 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.Â
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. âFuck yeah bro⊠thatâs the stuff. Dominate me. Command me. Control my every move. My nerves are itching for their owner. Put this ginger meatsuit onâŠâ 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. âWear my clothesâŠâ My legs wove into his, twisting and binding into one. âWear my personalityâŠâ 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 Riverâs eyes blinked into a lewd, sinful glee. âWear my life.â
I stood up, piloting my new body towards the mirror. âYouâre still in there, arenât you?â Riverâs outward defiance no longer showed over his perfect flesh but his mind was a raging storm. âGood.â 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 Riverâs 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. âFuck yeah, thatâs the stuff.â
I roared and patted my new chest and abs. âYEEAAAH!â Just one last piece of me was left. An intentional dessert I had left not internally bonded with River.Â
I let his normally stoic face relay the erotic pleasure I felt in wearing this flesh. I then pulled a âseriousâ face, bringing pained biceps into a flex. âWe gotta live up to our name bro⊠gotta let the river flowâ. 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 Riverâs 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 bodyâs 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.
âS-someoneâs gonna find out. Someone will fix thisâ He threatened in my mind.Â
âNo bro⊠youâre the perfect host. No one at work knows a thing about youâ. I cooed in his voice. âWhen we quit, when I take this thick ginger cock for a joy ride-â tug âNo oneâŠâ tug âNo one will know.â I groaned as the last of his dick bonded to mine. We were complete. âIâm River now!â I shouted before devolving into whimpers of pleasure as I felt Riverâs warm seed stream out of me.Â
Riverâs 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. Itâs my body now anyways, why shouldnât it reek of sex and his natural musk?
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Thread, Part 2
Aaand the pendulum swings back. This is your warning, this one is (in my opinion) particularly evil.Â
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Charlie looked away, trying to respect his brotherâs privacy. His first reaction was to recoil at seeing his naked brother. As if reading his mind, I could feel him flash confusion and then look back to confirm what he had just seen. Joey made a mad dash for his brother, dropping the needle before I tightened my control to freeze him in place.
âG-get helpâŠâ Joey managed to stammer out. âH-heâs controlling me somehowâ. I bit my lip. Seeing his brother seemed to have stirred a fight in him. I looked at the needle worriedly, something Charlie seemed to have caught on to.Â
Joey looked at Charlie with pleading eyes. Seeing the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his brother seemed to have stirred a rare bit of courage.Â
In a speed unbecoming his form, Charlie ran to me, punching me square in the jaw. I recoiled. That hurt. A lot, actually. I looked to Charlieâs heavenly face. Even as the pain stung my cheek, and his eyes burned with a fury that brought a twinge of fear in my heart and a tickle of a little something else in my body, I couldnât help but look at the younger brother in a new respect.Â
I moaned at the pain, making sure Joey mimicked in an off-putting way. âCharlie, donât hurt him, Youâre hurting me too,â I had Joey lie. He spasmed slightly as I had to reassert my control. Charlie closed his eyes for a second, trying to rationalize the situation. His eyes were laser focused on the needle.Â
The guy was way faster than his shyness gave him credit for. In a flash, he made a mad dash for the needle, and aimed it right at me. I puppetted brother against brother, pulling Joeyâs meaty hand to catch Charlieâs at the last second. Fuck that was close. I sighed in relief.
I eyed the point of the needle, mere inches away from my face. I saw the gears in Charlieâs head spinning, and his determined face after. The momentary weakness painted so clearly on my face seemed to all but confirm what we both now knew to be true. Had the needle pricked me, I would not only lose the gift from the god of flesh but would have been seriously injured.Â
I bit my lip. The newfound bravery painted on Charlieâs cute face made me hard as a rock but was troublesome. I sighed, puppetting my new, bicep-laden flesh to walk over and wipe the sweat from my forehead. I surveyed the two brothers. The younger, cute face brimming with determination, needle in hand. And the elder marionette of muscle, face in fear and guilt. Something else shone in both brotherâs eyes, something that prompted me to lick the side of Joeyâs cheek. Delicious Hope. I wanted to swallow it all for myself. Time to get creative.
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âYouâre going to regret doing that, Charles.â I had Joey word sternly. Charlie must not have been used to the coldness I distilled into Joeyâs voice, as I saw him look dejected for a moment before eying Joeyâs head shaking swiftly and his eyes trying to reassure the younger brother. Not good. My control over Joey was not absolute, and every time the brothers interracted, I could feel it waning. I had to act fast. I motioned Joeyâs arm, forcing it to push Charlie back. I could tell it stung him both physically and emotionally from the stray tear that welled in the corner of his eye. Good.
âCharlie, you didnât get to see all the fun we were having,â I forced Joey to say. Joey began to whimper as I traced my hands over his hips. With a motion of my nerves, I commanded Joeyâs plump ass to grind into me. I was instantly hard.
âLook how good he is at controlling me.â I manipulated Joeyâs lips into a devious smile. My hands wrapped around his should blades, then his meaty biceps, before resting on each pec.Â
âI love this so much,â Joey whines.Â
I furrowed Joeyâs brows as I forced him to cast hateful eyes right onto Charlie. They began to tear and redden as I kept them locked onto Charlie in unblinking fury. âWhy are you trying to ruin a good thing bro. What kind of brother are you?âÂ
My fingers delectably traced each nipple of the elder brotherâs form. âI fucking want thisâŠâ I forced his tongue to hang in pleasure and his biceps up into a flex.Â
âThatâs it baby,â Joey is forced to say.Â
With the power of the needle and my nerves all over his body, I make his head rotate to face me. He is forced to tongue me savagely, and I relished in making Charlie watch a deranged version of his brother satisfying me. The saliva from his mouth flowed past my lips in multiple spots, a testament to the force he was made to kiss me with. I flexed the needleâs power a little, allowing for more flexibility in my own flesh, so that Joeyâs exploring tongue could be seen poking and prodding all over my mouth. Joeyâs head recoiled back into place, facing Charlie with averted eyes. They shook in struggle but were eventually forced to lock back into him. His hands shook a little before they stroked the red threads connecting us lovingly. âFuuuuck Charlie. I never want this to end.â I relaxed my grip of control a little, to the sound of a sobbing Joey.
âYouâre right, baby. You feel so good Joey, I never want it to end eitherâ. I couldnât help but put on a bit of a show. That prompted a louder sob from the elder brother, before his face relayed a demented smile. âIâm your fucking puppet. Your Doll. Dress me up, work my body, fuck through me, I donât care. Every piece of Juicy Joe is yours.âÂ
I pulled a few nerve endings from Joey, making a point to show them slithering wildly into the air before letting them snake into his mouth. It took a minute to reconnect some of my nerves inside him, but once they had, it felt like home. âIâm ready,â Joey moaned, dragging his fingers across his musculature. He then looked sick to his stomach, as some odd noises emmananted from the depths of his body. Joey made a slick, wet noise as his soulful eyes pulled back into their sockets and he regurgitated a large amount of semi-clear liquid right into my face. I welcomed the shower of Joey-flavored liquid. Lubrication. Joeyâs face then pulled into a sneer, âDominate this flesh. Dominate me. I did some rearranging for you. Thereâs a hole inside me, shaped just like you. For you. You need to fill it. Fill me. Ingrain in me. Integrate into meâŠÂ Complete me.âÂ
I loosened Joeyâs flesh, then sent my control into his meaty arms, forcing them to start stuffing my body into a widening mouth. In turn, I began to loosen my own form. It would still be a tight squeeze, but the power of the needle made one thing evident. It was possible. Charlie began to scream. âFUCK⊠Joey how do I help?!âÂ
More saliva trailed from Joeyâs mouth as he pushed a little more of my body inside. âMmmphhhâ was all the older brother could manage, as his mouth fully encapsulated my head. The inside of Joey felt like a warm embrace, his wet lips like sweat laden arms beckoning my shoulders into safety. Thinking back to the needle, thatâs what the inside of Joey was to me. Safety.Â
For an agonizing few minutes, all Charlie could do was watch in shock, as he watched his older brotherâs body force more of mine inside it. From his muffled screams, he was begging the younger brother for help. Charlie ran over multiple times, try to pry me from his brotherâs insides, but I only cackled from deep inside Joeyâs depths as I willed the older brotherâs arms to push him away each time. âCâmon bro, you had this hot bod protecting you all throughout childhood, let someone else be protected for once.â When my arms fully slipped in, I began to grab mounds of Joeyâs insides, pulling myself in deeper while he was compelled to continue jamming my flesh into his.Â
Every piece of me was sweating inside Joey. After all, the human body runs quite hot, and I was surrounded by wet, warm flesh from every side. When the last of my toes slipped into his mouth, I had my meat-suit let out a satisfied sigh, like he had just eaten a large meal. Hearing the muted sound of Charlieâs whimpering from inside his dear brother was my dessert. I readjusted myself inside Joey, in the process unlatching every piece of nerve that was previously connected.Â
Even without control, my new muscle suit felt heavenly to be inside. Every piece of Joey felt intensified inside him. His muscles slowly writhing as they fought to compress his form back to its normal self which in turn squeezed me tight into him. I slipped and slid, weaving myself into his flesh, as his bodyâs own hard-earned muscles unknowingly embedded me into their master further. I basked in being able to feel every piece of Joey around me. His raw musk was like a liquid I was drowning in. I didnât care, Joey felt good to drown in.Â
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The brothers seemed to have easily caught on to my lack of control as Joey cleared his voice and hurriedly asked, âCharlie, what should we do?â From deep inside him, I could hear the younger brother begin to whimper again. âI-I donât know. Iâve never seen anything like thisâ.
âIs he dead?â Charlie asked Joey.
Joey denied this, now his turn whimpering, âNo, heâs still moving in here.â I felt him turn to face his brother. âC, It feels like I need to throw up but I canât. It feels so wrong- he feels wrong in hereâŠÂ I feel wrong. Like heâs all over me. I dunno how to fix this.â He steeled himself before continuing, all the while my writhing flesh inside him was slipping into any pocket of space I could find and making it my home. âListen, you need to run and get helpâ.
âI canât do that to you. Whatâs gonna happen to you? Can you keep him in like that?â Charlie gulped. âI can see him moving inside you. Maybe we could get a doc-â
âCharlie, No.â Joey asserted as he gripped his right ab. âIâll be fine, just get helpâ. I could feel his lips pull into a weak smile. âYou ever see me lose a wrestling match?â Charlieâs sniffles and lack of sound told me he was shaking his head in a smile.Â
I knew I had to stop him, but my movements inside Joey were restricted. Even when he was under my control earlier, he felt clumsy to puppet as soon as Charlie came in. I sensed a bit of danger as the two continued to plot.Â
âIt looks like that needle thing only works once. You could feel it too, right? Like it comes with instructions or somethin,â I could tell Charlie was again nodding in agreement. âSo if you prick him again, heâll be stuck in that form. If we could get him like this, heâd be stuck and I could just spit the fucker out.â
âYeah. Yeah, that sounds like a planâ.Â
No. They would not ruin this for me. My nerves were having some trouble fishing for Joeyâs to bind and connect with. It was easy to see where to connect to before, but now being fully encapsulated by his flesh I needed to find these spots blind.I had to act fast. I slammed against the inside of Joeyâs chest, feeling him stumble slightly. âJoey, what was that!?â
Even without my nervous system directly controlling him, I knew it was harder to fight against oneâs own internal structure. I instantly slotted my hand into his, using his own skin like a glove. Joey groaned in discomfort. I slammed my face into his chest again, this time making sure to push tight against it, so the imprint of my growing smile could be seen from the outside. âCharlie, I-IâŠ.â With my Joey hand glove, I gathered the meat of his abs into a sleeve for my hardened cock. I pushed it forward, relishing in feeling the older brotherâs own flesh pleasure me. Joey was now my personal cumrag. âI- FUCKâ I heard Joey scream and then cry. Being inside his body already got me hot, so it only took a few pumps before I exploded all over his insides. I could feel Joey gag as he must have felt what I was doing with him.Â
âJoey, every piece of you feels so fucking premiumâ I moaned from deep inside him. This was the chance I was waiting for. Joey still reeled from the sheer disgust and violation he felt. His hands shook as Charlie tried to make heads of what had just transpired. The moment of quiet gave me what I needed to finally find Joeyâs nerves. Using the power of the needle, I expanded myself outside my own body, letting all my nerves reach out and connect to Joey. Without a doubt, this was me at my most vulnerable. But deep inside Joeyâs flesh, I knew I was safe. This time, I also pulled my brain out, allowing it to touch Joeyâs. He screamed at first contact.Â
My plan was bearing fruit as more and more of my brain began to encapsulate his, burrowing deep into his folds and drilling myself into his psyche. âHoly fuck,â I felt myself blurt out. Joeyâs wails were confirmation that he felt it too. Experiencing Joey carnally was one thing, but worming and meshing myself into his brain felt like deeper intimacy. I moaned as each memory of his came into view, each thought, each feeling. I felt Joey collapse into the ground, bringing me with him. His legs began kicking wildly in frustration, as his hands were dragging across the floor in front of us. âP-P-PleaseâŠ. Get out of meâ. I internally bit my lip as I wondered if that had damaged my new body in any way. This prime meat was too good to spoil so early.
Joey further jerked across the floor as I continued my onslaught. No aspect of Joey would not have me inside it. I inserted myself into each piece of him, relishing in owning this man to his very core. I felt his fear course through me. Partially at what I had been doing to him, but also because his now partially-corrupted brain was starting to like it, at least in a physical sense. I bonded myself into every nerve, every cell, every minute piece of the man as his toes curled in a mix of pleasure and pain. I felt him arch his back as I worked my way into his lungs and his beating heart, hijacking his athleticism for myself. Joeyâs squirming settled down into tired breaths. A cool breath in. I could feel my new lungs drawing in a tremendous amount of air, a testament to Joeyâs power. A quick breath out. I could feel his biceps brimming with an energy I previously never had. Another cool breath in. His lips and mine, bonded into one sensation and parting slightly. Then, one last breath out- steaming hot and damp from pleasure. Joeyâs beating heart quickened for me as I bathed in the euphoria of being in this body. His eyes opened, now welcoming me to his sight as well, as we slowly focused our pupils into Charlieâs worried face. I pulled his lips into a smile. I had fully integrated into Joeyâs flesh.
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âCharlie.. PleaseâŠÂ Runâ. I felt myself say. Shock painted my face, and then anger. Joey had more mental fortitude than I gave him credit for. Trying to burrow deeper into his brain was starting to feel more difficult. I reached a point that felt like a wall, an impenetrable piece of him. I addressed the body I now occupied. âJoey, just give up. You donât want to make this harder for me, trust me.â I felt Charlie hand me the needle, âJ, you got this.â I sneered internally, even in his mind, he had remained Mr. Unattainable. Joey struggled, but managed to wrestle control. He opened his mouth to try to find me, holding the needle to it. He frowned, upon feeling how tangled my insides were with his. I felt a flash of fear course through him, then resolve. Without a word, he held the needle near his hand, intending to prick himself with it. This was trouble, I hadnât solidified my control yet.Â
I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt Charlieâs hand stop Joey. âWait. Donât do this Joey, we can find another way.â
Through Joeyâs eyes, Charlie shone a warm smile. Joeyâs face beamed one back, before it was twisted into cruel sneer. The younger brother gulped at the sight. It was tiny, but the sliver of defiance from Charlie earlier had given me the upper hand to usurp control. Joey still fought me, but, at least momentarily his body was mine to control. âJ-Joeyâ? Asked a worried Charlie. I laughed pure malice. âPhew, that was close⊠Thanks broâ.Â
I felt myself worm a little deeper into Joeyâs mind once he saw the fear paint Charlieâs eyes. I placed the needle on the desk before placing my attention back on my younger brother. Maybe a part of me was happy it ended up this way. Oh JoeyâŠÂ youâre being so difficult. Guess Iâll have to break you in.
âJoey, what are you-â. I slammed Charlieâs head into my chest, partially covering him in the musk I now shared with Joey. Without a word, I brought my nose over Charlieâs fluffy hair. I smothered my face, nearly choking myself as I took a deep perverted whiff of the younger brother. âJ-Jmppphhâ, Charlie said in struggle.
âYou smell so fucking cute, lil bro.â I say through Joeyâs voice. Internally I felt him recoil. âBut you should see how a real man smells.â I squeeze the younger brother tighter to my new musclebound flesh, drenching him in the sweat of his older brotherâs struggle.
He eventually pushed me out of the way before looking horrified at the long red thread connecting from Joey to the back of his head. âJ-â was all he managed to say before his eyes rolled to the back of their sockets and he fell to the floor.Â
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Joeyâs nerves seemed far more potent, as I flexed them into action, bringing Charlieâs body into life. His eyes were still rolled to the back of his head as he turned to face his older brotherâs body. He coughed a little before his timid voice let out a little laugh. I released some control back to Joey as he shuddered. He eyed his younger brother nervously. âFine, Juicy Joe. Make it difficult then. This boy seems weak, how bout I just take your brother and set you free.â I began to will Charlie to start removing his clothes.Â
âW-Wait!â Joey exclaimed. I had the unconscious Charlie lick his lips, as I continued sensually stripping his form. I had to admit, Charlie was fucking cute. Joey gulped.
âBro, Iâm waiting.â I moaned in Charlieâs voice, wiggling the red thread of nerves connected right to the base of his skull. Charlieâs tender hands began to massage and explore every piece of his body. I had him stroke his cheeks and face tenderly. âI bet he doesnât know what a good fucking body he hasâ. I say through Charlie. Then I have him slap his hands across his chest seductively. âLil broâs got an even tighter fit than you, but I bet he can take itâ, I have Charlie tease. The red threads connecting to him wiggled a little more. âI bet I could do some real damage in this thing.âÂ
âS-Stop!â Joey screamed. âOkay! Okay! Just leave him aloneâ. I felt myself burrow another inch into Joeyâs mind. Charlie really does make a nice puppet⊠One more for the road. I gestured Charlie to pinch and twist his nipples, promoting his foot to stomp involuntarily at the pleasure, before I disconnected the threads of Joeyâs nerves.
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Charlieâs eyes rolled forward when he came to, nearly crying when he realized he was now naked, nipples sore and body brimming with guilt-stricken pleasure.Â
âDidnât think I could fight him and win, didya C,â I taunted as I wrestled back control of Joeyâs body. It was a little easier this time.
âYouâre fucking weak,â I spat venomously through Joeyâs voice. Inside his mind, he was crying. He wanted to reassure Charlie he didnât mean it, but with my thoughts now partially coursing through his, he genuinely did mean it. I felt Joeyâs mind bind to me closer as more of his memories opened up. It looks like that did some damage. âYou know whatâs funny? He probably could have won,â I cackled. âEven now, heâs fighting me so hard, I can barely keep him contained⊠Heâs got so much fight in him. I canât wait till thatâs mineâ.
âCharlie, I love youâ. I decided to bury the elder brotherâs resolve even further. Using his hands, hands that once protected a younger Charlie from schoolyard bullies, hands that often provided reassurance to the shy freshman, I slammed Charlie to the ground. Hard. Charlie cried out in pain, and I forced Joeyâs dick to harden in at the sound. I felt Joey whimper internally, now burdened with the guilt of not only doing this to Charlie, but also liking it. Of course, it wasnât truly his emotions, at least not yet. But it had been enough. Mind battered and body sore from being rooted into, the once proud Mr. Unattainable, Mr. Juicy Joe himself relented. I felt the barrier in the flesh of his brain burst and his psyche shatter. It was likely only a moment of weakness, but a moment was all I needed. I quickly flooded into the gaps, relishing in becoming an integral part of Joey. Cum sputtered from his dick as I basked in our culmination. Every muscle tensed as we coalesced. Joeyâs thoughts and emotions flowed through me, uninhibited. And now, I flowed through them, maneuvering them, piecing into them, making him feel and think my thoughts and feelings. Joey let out one last scream as he jerked his head side to side. âGet out of my head! Get out of my head! G-â His head slung forward. Then, silence. Then a smile. My smile. I could hardly contain myself. I let out a satisfied sigh, panting from my handiwork. I was now the glue holding Joey, body and mind, together. His brain pulsed, trying to form thoughts, but I constricted, wrapping myself in them, tainting each thought before allowing them to flow back out. Fuck it felt good to think in his head. âJoey⊠we are oneâ
Being Joeyâs puppeteer was raw pleasure. But being inside him? Thinking for him? Feeling for him? Knowing we were inseparably one? It transcended pleasure. Every inch of my new flesh moved to my command. No resistance, no delay. âJ-Joey?â I heard a voice ask meekly. It was then that I realized I had grabbed onto Charlie to steady myself while Joey was shaking in sheer delight.
âFuuuck dude,â I sputtered between Joeyâs shallow breaths. âHeâs so fucking strongâ. I panted a little more. It was almost too much for me, âLook, I donât even need my nerves to hold you down.â I teased with sinister glee. My hand kept Charlie from escaping. I shoved him to the other end of the room, blocking his escape with the body that once protected him in the past.Â
âHeâs got such a fucking hog tooâ I grunted in pleasure, as I grasped the dick of Mr Unattainable. I let out a dirty smile at my new brother. Aside from the boundless energy, Joeyâs body also surged with testosterone, and it took some time to get used to the intensified essence of man that now coursed inside me. I shuddered. Being Joey felt amazing.
âJoey, Fight it!â Charlie shouted. I moved and leaned into my cute new younger brother.
âJoeyâs gone bro,â I huffed nearly inaudibly. I dragged Joeyâs tongue across Charlieâs cheek in a sensual perversion. Lick. âWell, not really gone. Heâs always going to be with us. A part of me. Just like how Iâm going to be a part of you.â Lick.
âWanna know the best part? Joey hereâs a fighter.â I grinned, first through Joeyâs natural smile but then pulled it wider and wider. âGuess what his only weakness was?â I moaned, relishing in hearing Joey-flavored words come out of me. It was intoxicating being in final, full control. âGuess what finally let me take this delicious piece of ass for myself.â I ruffled Charlieâs hair tenderly, a habit I extracted from Juicy Joeâs memory. In any other circumstance, he wouldnât have minded, as it was almost a ritual of sorts between the two. Here, he shuddered, sickened by the corruption of their brotherly bond. âIt was you, bro. You made him weak... Thank youâ.Â
I wore the original Joeyâs sincerity around me like a mask. It felt natural to slot into his behaviors and mannerisms. âSee, tell me you could tell the difference. Iâm your big bro,â I taunted as I started clumsily grinding into him.Â
âJoey, pleaseâ Charlie pleaded. From his face, I could tell he was steadily losing hope.Â
âCharlie, Iâm so sorryâŠâ Joeyâs vocal cords say. âI donât know how to stop him.â
I watched hope return to his eyes. âJ-Joey. Is that you? I knew it! Youâre in there! You have to fight this.â
âCharlieâŠ. Heâs too strongâ Joeyâs body cried. I kicked my legs and grasped my throat.
âFight it!âÂ
âI donât know how to stop him!â I repeated, before I callously laughed, eyes rolling back in sinful glee, âBecause I donât fucking want to. I was born and bred for this. Look at my eyes, canât you tell itâs me in here? Iâm Joey. The same Joey that helped you learn to ride a bike, the same Joey that taught you how to readâ.
I relished  Charlieâs expression. There was no Joey left. At least, the original Joey. He knew it too. âThis is all Iâve ever wanted, C. To be fucking integrated. I wanted him inside meâ I huffed, as I sped up. âI wanted him wearing my skin, flexing my muscles⊠squeezing this hot body deep inside you.â
Charlie looked up in confusion. âJ-Joey, what do you mean?Â
âLittle bro youâre gonna love my power. Look at this fucking bicep. Do you want this? Do you want it inside you?â I mocked as I pricked his flesh with the needle. âThis little thing scared the shit out of me! Imagine if you pricked me before I got into Juicy Joeâ I pouted, as I squeezed my new bodyâs left ass cheek. I could tell it destroyed Charlie to watch his âbrotherâ treat his own body like this. âYouâre gonna be my little insurance. Mr unattainableâs gonna stay unattainable. Donât worry, unlike Joey over here, Iâll keep you around. You donât put up much of a fightâ. I could tell each word was like a dagger stabbing into Charlieâs heart.Â
âItâs gonna be a tight squeeze, but I know you can handle it. I believe in youâŠlittle broâ I moaned, dragging Joeyâs hands all over Charlieâs body sensually. Horror dawned on his face as he seemed to have grasped my plan. âHere I thought Joey was fucking stupid,â I spat in laughter. âBut it was his brain cells that came up with this little maneuver.â Charlieâs eyes darted wildly, trying to come up with ways to avoid the inevitable. âAll those times this meatpuppet protected you when you were kids⊠Now itâs your turn to protect usâ I kissed his soft lips savagely, dragging Joeyâs tongue all over his mouth, wanting to taste every inch of my future home. I pulled from the brotherly kiss in a loud gasp for air. There was a long pause in the air as a trail of saliva hung between our two mouths.
âNow make some room for big broâ.Â
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Well, whatâd you think? Thereâll probably be a third part to this, but it might take a minute.
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Always have to keep you guys guessing ;) so this one is veeeeery different from my normal content, but I figured Iâd put something tamer to balance out the upcoming Pt. 2 to that Thread story. Itâs a bit long, but I didnât feel like keeping two concurrent multi-parters. Let me know what you think!
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âSo, itâs the necklace?â I asked the professor at the university. It was a wonder I was able to keep up with even half of the lecture that had just transpired.Â
âSomething like that.â The professor replied back to our small group. âWeâre all just a sea of electrical impulses. With this computer model, we can accurately track and mimic the exact electrical shocks needed to replicate a mind. Of course, the mind is so much data, the transfer-the upload needs to be instantaneous with an equivalent download- the university doesnât give us enough grant money for computers that can store that much data, much less secure it. So, we needed biological means of storage. Thatâs why thereâs an even number of participantsâ.
The room was utterly confused. For one, there was definitely an odd number of participants. Dr. Cohn was never known for dumbing down complex concepts, but even the smartest kids in class seemed stumped the past few hours. Maybe he didnât have to go in that level of depth for his experiment.
Our group was a mix. It seemed like a sampling of the very best of the class, and a few average performers. I did find it weird they offered extra credit to students that probably didnât need it. Sticking out like a sore thumb was Chad. He was the school quarterback, though no one was sure for much longer, as he was on academic probation. I couldnât help but speculate with Kat, a top performer, on his placement. Combining our limited knowledge on the students in our class, and the schoolâs football team, we landed on this being some sort of extra credit that the university probably forced on poor Dr. Cohn. Ever the nosy one, Mackenzie piped in. âOf course theyâd try to save their star quarterback. I heard 3 professors already quit trying to bring up his GPA. This is basically his last shotâ. Â
And then there was Danny. Part of that âvery bestâ group. Unlike the other students in the room, he seemed to take in the professorâs whole lecture and was deep in thought. His face lay still, serene. But I could see the intelligence behind his eyes spinning to life. I always liked when he did that, like he was chewing on an idea before spitting out the most brilliant insights. Or maybe I just like how the corner of his mouth would turn up into a small smile when he finished thinking things through. I caught myself staring again, thanking my luck that no one had seen. Mackenzie laughed a little behind me. I sighed, laughing a small defeat. Almost no one had seen.Â
âSo it basically swaps our brains?â Danny inquired. He looked around the room, gauging our comprehension. That was when it clicked for me. He took note and let out a small smile. I smiled back. That was the other thing I liked about the guy. He always seemed to want everyone to succeed. This wasnât the first time heâd thoroughly condense a difficult topic into a quick word or phrase the class could understand. His eyes smiled whenever he could recognize concepts âclickingâ for people and I saw it do the same as my other classmates- even Chad- figured it out. I recoiled a little, from a nudge from Mackenzie. I sighed again, airing a âthank youâ her way. I had been staring again.
âNo, nothing like that! Could you imagine how difficult an operation like that would be? All this does is swap your mind.â Aaaand just like that, we were back to confusion. Danny smiled though.
âGot it. So your brainâs the hardware, your mindâs the software. The necklaces do a switcheroo and then new hardware, same software- or, vice versa, I suppose.â Back on track.
âWait, how much of âmeâ is in the hardware? Like my memories?â I blurted out, immediately growing red. That seemed to have garnered an approving smile from Danny. I grew redder.
The professorâs eyes lit up. âNow youâre thinking like a scientist.â He laughed before shrugging. âWhoâs to say⊠we are running an experiment after allâ. Dr. Cohn always was a messy one.
âSo, uh, how long is it supposed to last?â Mackenzie asked.
âThatâs the fun of it, once weâre paired, the switch can go for as little or as long you as want!â We. That threw me off a little. I caught his glance to Chad. âDonât worry, Iâll be a part of this experiment too.â The professor said, with a smile that felt too wide. âDonât forget to record your notes and thoughts into this log book. For privacy, theyâve been password protected- weâll reconvene this little group in a year and just draft up a summary of your experiences from these books.â
There was an obvious question everyoneâs mind. Thankfully, Kevin asked it. âSo whoâs swapping with who?â
The professorâs eyes lit up in excitement. âWeâve all been paired, randomized of course. Iâll leave the pairings to figure out when theyâd want to swap. Just put on your necklaces at 6pm tonight and start your log books. After that, whenever either of you squeezes your necklace, the swap will ensueâ. From the way the professorâs eyes kept darting to Chad, something told me it hadnât been entirely random.
I thought through the possible pairings. Kevin was kind of cute, I guess. Though I wasnât sure if it was just the airport effect with how limited our group size was. Kat or Mackenzie would just be weird. Mackenzie especially- that girl knows a little too much about me and lord knows what sheâd do behind my wheel. Running down the list of people, there was Chad. Of course, who wouldnât want to be in Chadâs shoes- I had to dispel a dirty thought that passed my mind. Everyoneâs probably thinking it. The professorâs body wouldnât be too bad either, I could always just pressure the faculty into giving me better grades, maybe boost the grades of my friends. And then there was Danny. Danny. My heartrate shot up instantly.
Sitting in my dorm room, I looked at the clock with a bit of fear. â5:55 pm,â it read. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. â5:59 pmâ. Nope. There was nothing calm about this. I closed my eyes shut, as I felt the necklace whir a little. Looks like someone else already squeezed it.Â
Zzzip
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âLog book 1:Â
<3
It was Danny. Holy fuck, I got to be in Danny.â
I stared at the journal entry. That was all I could manage to write with my shaking hands. I could hardly believe it. A lifetime can change in 5 minutes, apparently. My heart was still beating and my face still flushed when we switched back. He had a soccer game so our first meeting had to be short.Â
 My first minute was just looking down at my new Danny-worn hands, breathing through his lungs, inhaling as much as I could of his room. I wanted to commit this man to memory. My logic-or, Dannyâs logic perhaps, told me there would inevitably be more swaps to come, but my mind wouldnât have it. Whatever piece of Danny I could get, however minuscule, I wanted to stretch every moment infinite.
I felt a sense of guilt wash over me, as my new Danny-worn package began to harden when I realized he was in soccer gear. I tried to shake off the feeling- I couldnât do that to him. Then came the text. I recognized the number of course, it was my old bodyâs. âHey man, glad to see weâre partnersâ. My heart stirred. âItâs Danny, but you probably already knew thatâ. To see him text me so casually froze me in place. âAnyways, I do have a game coming up, mind if we switch back?â I couldnât even bring Dannyâs hands to answer himself. âIâll take that as a yesâ.
Zzzip
And just like that, I was back. My hand clinging to my chest, breaths ragged.Â
Wait, Fuck. Was I still hard in his body when we switched back?
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Zzzip
âLog book 7:
Met up today. Joint gym day.Â
Gym feels better in Dannyâs body. Unsure if exercise has a different effect on peopleâs bodies, or if itâs tied to our minds. Seems to be a lag in my emotions.â
Iâm not really one to be consistent with exercise. I set the book down, and relocked it, panting as I had in our first switch, but this time due to Danny working my body to the brink.
I think he noticed, because he apologized profusely when I slumped in the bench to catch my breath in the locker room.
I canât believe I had agreed to it. Danny wanted to test the effects of exercise with different bodies. He stated he wanted to see what it was like doing routine exercises in a different body. Does the body retain that physical memory? Or is it the mind? I only agreed because it was Danny. So, there I was, in the school gym staring at the door like a fish out of water.Â
I felt a reassuring hand on my back before my ears immediately shot red when I realized whose hand it was. âDo you have your log book on hand? Should probably write down notes immediately after the switchbackâ. I immediately panicked at thought that he wanted to compare notes, thinking back to my first entry but he seemed to have caught on to my thought process and immediately dismissed the idea. âIt wouldnât make sense to taint the data with outside factors. Danny was probably the only person that fully understood the professorâs entire experiment so I took his word for it.
When we swapped, I had to focus on not instantly growing hard. For someone seemingly so bookish, the guy was surprisingly fit. Walking to the treadmill, I felt every muscle brimming with power. My first run in his body. Euphoric. Danny was a well-oiled machine. Every component moving in tandem. Lungs drawing in and out powerful gusts of air. Eyes staring me in the mirror, furrowed in powerful determination, and legs gliding with a grace that did not diminish the power behind each foot. I lost myself in the exercise, content to just being inside his body, guided by his body. I finished the run with a heavy pant, knowing full well Iâd be hard beyond belief at what lay before me. I eyed myself in the mirror, in sweat-laden body of my crush. The scent was indescribable. Like a pleasant musk basking in the damp earth. Was it always this good? Was this how other people felt when they exercised? I twirled the necklace around Dannyâs neck, making sure to not squeeze, mentally thanking whatever gods there may be for this experience.
I looked back at Danny, in my body. His running form was a bit clumsy, but there was a confidence in them that I didnât often see in myself. Maybe a trick of the light, or residual feelings from the run I just had but I was captivated. I honestly looked almost cute like this.Â
He finished, panting before immediately pulling out his book and writing a few notes. He beamed back at me, pointing at the necklace. Even in my body, that smile was unmistakably his. I smiled back, ready to swap once more.
Zzzip
Weird. I still felt the infatuation. I looked back at the body I had just inhabited, still feeling the butterflies in my stomach. It was Danny so I was used to those, but not immediately after a swap. The past few times it always took a second or two to readjust. Danny looked at me, a bit uncomfortable. No doubt it had been from the grave face I was making. I shook my head, not wanting to worry him. Or worse, force a premature end to this experience. âItâs nothing, just a hell of an exercise hahaâ.
This may be a bit of a problem.
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âInteresting, and youâre sure itâs residual feeling?â Said a slightly disinterested Chad, eyeing his dreamy biceps.
âYes, when I.. uh.. felt angry in his body and switched back, my body did too.â Â
âWell it is a swap, of course so your mind returning to its body would feel the same things it feltâŠâ The professor in chadâs body spoke in a slightly faraway tone, like there was something heâd rather be doing. âThough, it shouldnât be this instant. Itâs not physically possible unlessâŠâ
I winced, worried for the worst and hoping to remain Dannyâs partner.
âThis might be a bit of an issue if those necklaces are defectiveâŠâ He then mumbled something about permanent effects on the mind. âIf they are, weâd have to stop the entire experiment. It wouldnât be right-â The professor caught a glimpse of Chadâs body in the reflection of his door before looking back at me. âLook, maybe just limit the swaps to low pressure situations, and try to avoid high-emotion situations in case your âresidualâ hypothesis is correct. Cause if that were true, it would mean you leave a little of yourself every time you swap.â
âGot it, professorâ.
âMaybe keep this side effect a little secret for now. We wouldnât want the others worrying and tainting the data,â Chadâs body spoke in an authoritative tone as his hands sauntered below the desk. âOh, and please close the door on your way outâ.
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âLog book 50:
Pain.âÂ
We had been swapping fairly frequently, despite the professorâs warning. Danny was a drug I couldnât shake. The guy was my kryptonite and he had no idea. Everytime we swapped, every moment we shared, I couldnât bring myself to tell him about the professorâs words. Every swap back, I could feel my heart beating as wildly as my first time, stomach churning pleasantly. It was like a wave of sweetness whenever I had a chance to be Danny. Then, the guilt came soon after.
Danny seemed to like the spontaneity. Eventually, we settled on free-switching, aside from classes. Some days, Iâd randomly switch and my eyes would focus on my homework, completed with a little smiley face drawn on the corner. I tried that little trick with him once, only to get a text back of his graded assignment, scored uncharacteristically low for the top performer, followed by another text âNice try anyway lolâÂ
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âLog book 190:
I hate you.â
Zzzip
âDanny, is something wrong?â The shock of the situation stopped me from initially processing anything I was seeing. My clumsy hands. I had been fumbling with my collar, when I accidentally initiated a swap. A wave of embarrassment hit, and then anger. Seething, bottomless anger.
I almost dropped the flowers Dannyâs body had been handing her. Without explanation, I quickly squeezed the necklace to send me back.
Zzzip
I sat in stunned silence for a second, before the anger drew me back to my thoughts.
Who was I angry at? Of course it was a girl. He had to have been dating around. It was presumptuous to even think we were anything more than partners in a crazed professorâs experiment. And yet, I was still angry. Irrationally angry at Danny for not picking up on the hints, maybe angry at the professor for dragging me into this mess in the first place. But most of all, I was angry at myself.Â
I felt the buzz of a text, ears still heated. Danny again. âYou ok?â Â
I sighed as reasoning took over and anger transformed into sadness. I wrote a quick note in the log book, then pulled my phone up before texting back. âYeahâ.
âLol Claudia says hiâ, came a text back. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to impart any jealousy in my response, but I was soon stopped by another text.Â
âIf you wanted to meet my sister, you should have just asked lolâ.
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âLog book 290
Iâm stupid. Iâm sorry. Iâm stupid. Iâm sorry.â
Iâm so sorry. I said to Danny in my head, as I slumped in my chair. Youâre so fucking stupid. I told myself. These past few months swapping back and forth with Danny had been a dream.Â
From something as simple swapping before brushing his teeth to even taking a class as him. I savored every single moment.Â
But as the experiment had been drawing to a close, and as I felt my time nearing and my guilt intensifying, other, less kind thoughts bubbled in my head.Â
What if I did âthatâ in his body. What if I did it while thinking of my own body. I gulped. Danny didnât know, and from what I could tell, he hadnât suspected a thing. âMaybe I could make him like me.â Even just saying it out loud felt like a taboo. I could just imagine Dannyâs disapproving face as I pondered corrupting our newfound friendship, and corrupting him at his core.
The devil on my shoulder continued. Weâve been swapping all this time. And he doesnât notice. My dick stirred. He wouldnât notice and you could train his body to fall in love with you.
No. No. I couldnât do that to Danny. I eyed the near approaching date on the calendar- the date the experiment would end- and I gulped again. I pulled up a photo of him.
Darkness gripped at my chest, as I pondered my next step. And then I squeezed.
âDanny, I love you and Iâm sorry.â
Zzzip
My heart, or rather Dannyâs, began to beat faster and faster. I pulled up a fairly difficult puzzle before I swapped, so I knew I had some time with his flesh before heâd try to swap back.
I gingerly pulled down his shorts, staring at his bulge hungrily. Then I slowly teased out his dick, moaning at the feeling of flesh touching flesh. Being in his body, having this level of access to Danny. I was hard instantly.
It felt almost macabre, seeing his flesh move to my every whim, forced to feel my feelings. I wanted to etch myself into him as much as possible, and with every pump I moaned my original bodyâs name. It took all of the restraint in Dannyâs body, which, apparently was a lot, to not burst. But one can only hold out so long, hearing oneâs crush moan their name in delirious ecstasy. I sang my name in his resonant voice one more time, before flashing instantly to my body and back to his.
Zzzip Zzzip
I released his sticky white seed in what felt like the first cum of my life. I suppose, in a sense, it was. I hoped that sealed it. Conditioning Danny to me. The swaps were imperceptibly fast, and I took the lack of delay in emotions as a sign of success.
Zzzip Zzzip
I released a breath in Dannyâs body I didnât know I was holding, basking in the afterglow before immediately realizing what I had just done.Â
Guilt came out of me drop by drop. As his tears began to leave their marks on his shirt, I slowly began to clean up. The pleasure of the situation still clung to me, as I mournfully switched back. Then came another gut-wrenching wave of sadness. Danny, Iâm so sorry.Â
I looked to the incomplete puzzle in front of me, laughing a little at his lack of progress to ease the sadness.
Then came another text from Danny. âDude, that puzzleâs impossibleâ.Â
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âLog book 300:
Food definitely tastes different in a different body.â
âLook, just try them manâ Danny said with a smile, holding a fry in his hand. And the necklace in another.Â
Only a few short days left before the experimentâs end. I made no mention of that night, nor the professorâs words to Danny.Â
Danny had, in fact, been coming by more often. Prompting more hangouts, initiating more switches. I was elated every time he asked. I even caught a few longer glances from his body, marinating in pleasure at seeing this new side of Danny. However happy I had been, underlying it all was the guilt of my deed.
Danny again held the fry out expectantly. I laughed slightly. âHaha, fineâ.
Zzzip
I took a bite from his body. Yep, it was definitely a fry. My own body looked up at me, smiling a Danny-flavored smile before grabbing the half-bitten fry. âNow letâs control for this variable. Same fry,â he said, wiggling it in the air.
Zzzip
I stared at the fry covered in a bit of his saliva. Heaven. I looked back at him and nodded. As we parted ways, I couldnât help my smile from peeking through.Â
He was right, it did taste better on my end.
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âSo, weâre not getting paidâ? I asked Danny, as we sat in the table. He had a few wine glasses in front.Â
It had been a full year since the experiment first started. Despite the general weirdness from the other groups swapping, everyone had been relatively well adjusted. Except for Chad, or whatever heâd be called now. A swapped Kat couldnât help but spill the beans. Apparently, the professor had no obligation to offer the guy extra credit. He specifically targeted the quarterback for his experiment. Whatâs worse, heâd apparently created a newer version of the necklace. One that could overwrite and transmit. Chadâs frat brothers mentioned he was offered another credit for participating in a second experiment for this new necklace. After that, no one had seen either person. The pair had mysteriously disappeared, leaving the school scrambling to cover up everything. All most of us knew was one day we suddenly had perfect grades retroactively added for the past year, along with a very scary letter prompting a signature.Â
âThe university isnât going to do anything about this.â He said. I was still skeptical as I slowly eyed one of the wine bottles that once graced former Dr. Cohnâs shelf. âItâs the least they could do for all those, ethics violationsâ. He pulled the cork with a satisfying pop, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he handed me a glass. âNow câmon, try thisâ.Â
I suppose alcohol had a way of loosening me up. âSoâŠ. weâre not getting paidâ? I asked again, sarcastically this time. It had been a year, so talking to Danny felt easy. I thought back to my log book, fully intending on burning the thing. Danny shook his head.
âHard to put a price on crimes against humanity. Or, something like thatâ he laughed. âThe university just said to dump everything and basically forget that experiment ever happened.â
I couldnât help but laugh as well. I shrugged, knowing money or even perfect grades for a year held no candle to the experience of a lifetime I just had with Danny. I was afraid of the answer, but it had to be asked. âWhat should we do with these things?â I asked, looking at the necklace still gracing his beautiful neck. His eyebrows raised as he saw the same necklace gracing mine.Â
âI mean, by now, youâre pretty used to it, right?â He asked with an almost pleading look in his eye. There was something bugging him. I watched as he fiddled with his feet. âMaybeâŠâ His ears turned bright red. It was riveting finally seeing this side oh him. More than that, it was downright cute. âM-Maybeâ he stammered again. Danny took a deep breath to calm himself, though his scarlet face told all. âMaybe we can keep. Um. Swapping. Sometimes, sometimes I like being you, and sometimes I kind of like when youâre me.â He looked at me and smiled weakly, trying to change the subject. âA-Anyway, you need a place to stay next year, r-right? It kind of feels like weâve already been roommates these past 12 months, whatâs another 12?â His sweet words did nothing the dampen the guilt I felt in my betrayal. In any other circumstance, Iâd have died happy just hearing that confession from him. Instead I could only think back to the professors words. I did live, at least partially, in Danny throughout this past year. It felt like a betrayal of myself to not come clean.
âDanny, listen. I think I need to tell you first, in your bodyâŠâ My breath hastened, and I felt my stomach churn. How do you tell a guy what youâve done with his body- *in* his body? Dannyâs face frowned in concern as my bubbling emotions seemed to knock him out of his quick spell of shyness.
He smiled a little. âLook man, whatever youâve done in my body, Iâve probably done too.â His smile widened. âYour body is mine, my body is yours. Call it evenâ. More words that would have swept me off my feet, had I not been confessing. More torture ensued.
âI went to the professor about it a few months ago and never told youâ I continued. I was practically holding back tears. âOur necklaces were bugged, I thinkâ.
âThe professor saidâŠâ I gulped. âIt was possible that when we switch, our minds donât come through all at once.â Now tears did begin to swell. âYou know how itâs supposed to take a second for your emotions to catch up. Well, when we switch, I still feel the same emotionsâŠâ. I gulped. âSince day 1, I think Iâve overwritten your, um, preferencesâ. Dannyâs poker face felt like a dagger in my heart. Itâs a face I often made in his body when I was in deep thought, so I knew he had to have been processing to the same conclusion. I could practically see the gear turning in his head. Click.
Face still an enigma, Danny waited a moment and then asked a simple question. âWhen did you tell the professor?â Click.Â
I sniffled as I laid it bare in front of him. â5 months ago. Danny, Iâm sorry! I dunno, I just thought maybe⊠maybe if we kept switching, if our minds kept being in each otherâs bodies. Maybe if a little piece of how I felt kept lagging behind, you might have-â Now the gear was fully spinning and I saw the realization hit his face. I had no idea what he was going to do. Punch me? Maybe. Run away in disgust? Likely. Instead, Daniel had done something equally surprising. His hand rested on my shoulder in a reassuring fashion. Then that same hand motioned me forward.
My memory of the next moment felt like a million moments in one. It was something so outside my realm of possibilities, my brain simply couldnât process. The whiplash hit my senses all at once. Sweet but a bit salty. A moment of quietness before the background sounds of the campus slowly drizzled back in. The scent of fresh laundry and damp earth. My eyes took even longer to adjust from black to red to an image slowly refocussing. Last was my brain, which had been stunned into silence. I sat back in shock, repeating the same phrase over and over in my head. Danny just kissed me.
He laughed, eyes twinkling and mouth pulled into a smile, beaming in the way that always made my heart swoon. âThat theoryâs bogus. Trust me. I havenât felt any differentâ. He smiled again, sheepishly this time, before fishing something from his backpackâs large pocket. He looked at the item in front of him, hand slightly shaking in hesitation before making his decision. Slowly, he held up his own log book, flipped to the very first page:
âLog Book 1:
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Donât blame me for this one, you guys voted for something diabolical.
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The references were esoteric. In fact, I had to hide my true research from the university, under the guise of reclassifying âritualisticâ items. The irony did not escape me. I was actually looking to access a âritualisticâ item that was classified as mundane.Â
Legends spoke of a god of flesh. One that manipulates the body as one would manipulate clay. Its name has long since been lost to time, but there are echoes of his work in the myths of old. We often hear of a creator god shaping man from the earth, of half-human hybrids and giants and other such peculiarities. Glimpses of this god of flesh. I had only read into such a figure from a blog by happenstance. A miracle of probability.Â
I eyed the needle, now in my hand. It was unassuming but carried a supernatural weight to it, like the weight of time immemorial. I grinned, practically moaned as I pricked my finger with the needle.Â
I expected some sort of magical fanfare, maybe a gust of wind but found none. I stared at my hands and then I noticed it. My hands. My flesh. I could feel all of it. I stared intently as I pinched the skin above my finger, I willed the pleat to hold its shape and smiled. I was ready.
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I thought through the myths, now partial realities in my head. Though I felt myself brim with power, I knew the drawbacks- there had to be a reason the myths had not made it to present day. The answer appeared in my head. There is only so much one man can do, and being giftedoften made one a target. A word echoed in my head. âProtectionâ. That did seem to match my records. Humans of old would change their flesh to be stronger, more resilient, adapting to every circumstance thrown at them. But the weakness persisted. One prick to channel the same power as the god of flesh, and another prick locks you from that power again. I smiled to myself. I just needed to getâŠÂ creative.Â
Joey Cooper was well-known around the college. A fifth year senior majoring in Sport Science. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he always meant well. He had an air of confidence to him that often aided his statuesque form. Despite this, something else drew my interest even further. His unattainability. The man was often called by his nickname âold faithful,â having been in a relationship with his girlfriend Britney for as long as any can remember. Guys and girls from all walks of life have tried to tempt âJuicy Joeâ (A nickname he wasnât aware of). None of have succeeded.Â
And then there was Charlie Cooper, his younger brother, a freshman with the face of an angel. He had unattainability in a different sense. Kind eyes and gentle curly locks framed a face that often wore a worried expression. Unlike his brother, he was timid, and a bit reserved. He had a lack of confidence that seemed to be a hindrance to his social life. Charlie would often shied away from conversation, despite others regularly visiting his dorm. Charlie roomed with Joey in the school dorms, a rarity for this campus. I overheard a conversation with Charlie once on this oddity. Beneath his unintelligible mumbling he mentioned something about being âfaithful to Britâ and getting Charlie âout of his shellâ.
I bit my lip thinking about the prospects.
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âOh hey Joey!â I waved casually as I approached a Joey returning to his dorm room, face flush and covered in a sheen. He must have just come from the gym. He was consistent with his workouts, so it was no surprise he would still be in campus after finals to get one last pump in.
âHey dude! Uh, sorry I donât remember names to wellâ. He replied back in a friendly manner. I shook my head at that.
âNo need to apologize. I donât think weâve ever formally met.â He looked back at me expectantly, hand outstretched to greet. I shook it as I continued. âMy nameâs gonna be Joey tooâ. He nodded and smiled politely but the manâs face couldnât hide his visible confusion.
I clung onto the lack of rejection on Joeyâs part as an invitation for myself. As he continued into his room, I followed, allowing the door to close behind us. The silence from the near empty dorm was deafening. He turned around, again making a polite smile. âUh hey againâŠÂ JoeyâŠÂ can I help you?â
I dropped all pretense, rushing to his bed and taking a whiff. âFuck dude, you smell so hotâ. Everything in the room carried a small sample of his scent. Like a gentle sweaty musk overlaid with his detergent. I looked to the sweaty Joey, inching closer and taking a whiff of his fresh personal scent. Divine. I felt my jaw unlock in a small moan. His post workout scent was like a concentrate of the pleasant musk I smelled before. Like raw testosterone and shallow breaths, and a hint of earthiness that exuded power. Juicy Joe. I was drunk on the scent, mind transfixed, until I caught him staring. He was starting to get upset.
âHey bro, you should probably lea-â He froze as he saw me extend a nerve out of my hand, like a red root outstretched into the air. âThe fuck?â
He began stepping back but as soon as my nerve landed on his arm, he struggled back into stillness. I smiled in euphoria as I felt every individual root of my vein burrow into his skin and connect with his. Checkmate. He watched as more and more of my nerve rooted into his flesh, screaming as he felt the violation to his sense of touch.Â
âNo one can hear you bro, itâs after finals, remember?â I twirled the needle in front of him before setting it on the table. âCanât have you taking a shower and removing your natural cologneâ. Joey was still frozen as he saw me begin to undress. Juicy Joe had a body brimming with power, and I knew it would burst at any moment. I took care as I undressed, rooting and unrooting my nerves, and making sure to always keep at least one red thread of control on him at all times.Â
Joey glared as he saw me finish placing my clothes in a neat pile on the floor. âYour turnâ.
âWhat the fuck dude!? What makes you think-â He was cut off as the red strings bridging our flesh began to writhe. In turn, he felt his meaty arms begin to move, and pull down his compression shorts. The feeling was altogether unfamiliar, as he felt his own flesh betray him and move to my will. I willed him to hand me the soaked shorts. Even with the power of the god of flesh on my side, I could feel Joey struggling for control through sheer willpower alone. I laughed a little in my head. There are other ways to break a man.Â
I brought his heavenly scented shorts up to my face, gorging myself on the potent raw musk of man. Like a pungent blast of earth and humidity and testosterone. A Joey-concentrate. I could practically feel the potency of it clawing at my nostrils. A sweat-laden Joey reeked in the best way. I must have been lost in pleasure, because my eyes refocused to his pleading face. âP-please man, just stop whatever this is. What do you want?â
I laughed. âIsnât it obvious? Itâs you. I want you. Every part of you.â
A few more nerves shot from my legs, and directly into his. With some new tethers in place, I pulled the threads connecting my arms to his, and quickly slipped under his sweaty workout shirt. I clung to his muscled chest for dear life. âBless these stretchy workout shirts,â I thought to myself. I felt along the ridges of his spine, across his shoulders which screamed power, and with my hands, I greedily caressed the flesh previously only touched by Britney. I gripped our embrace tighter. Joey was screaming and writhing, soaking the shirt further and my body in his struggle. I moaned as he screamed, as every turn and twist his body made also pushed my chest closer to his, confined by his own workout shirt. I sighed dreamily as his struggle compressed us closer together.
With the power of the needle, I made myself much more malleable and began to slip my arms to into the arm sleeves of his shirt. I spiraled them across his meaty biceps, possessively claiming every square inch of his flesh as my own. I did the same with my legs, wanting to bind us further.
The sight must have been bizarre- two men, naked from the waist down, both in the same sweaty workout shirt. And the smaller man, stretching and wrapping his arms and legs over the other.
âNow for some real funâ I stated, as I shot out as many of my nerves into him as I could. He screamed at the sensory assault as he fell unconscious. I merely continued rooting into him, relishing in being able to feel every inch of Mr. Unattainable. I slowly stumbled our bodies toward his mirror, making sure to have him grab his own phone.
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When Joey came to, he saw my head hanging to the side in front of his, and his body enveloped by mine. He panicked when he saw more threads from my face rooted into his neck and mouth. âFuck Joey, I can feel how strong your lungs are. Even your breaths feel like a top jockâ I moaned.Â
Like raindrops, I felt his tears stream down his cheek and onto my face. âL-Let me go man. Look Iâm sorry for whatever I did to you. I swear I donât remember doing anything.â
I laughed callously. âNo need to apologize, bro. You havenât done anything to me. I just want you all to my own.â I brought his phone up to his face so he could see the name on the call screen. Britney.
âBabe?â She answered. âWhatâs up?â
âH-HEL-â He tried to holler. Instead, his neck swelled and throat strained as he my red thread began to writhe.Â
âJoey? Is everything all right?â She asked in a worried tone.
âFuck yeah it is,â Joeyâs mouth laughed, while his eyes showed fear. I continued to use him as my mouth piece. âYouâre so boring, Brit. Just called to tell you itâs over.â Tears began to well in his eyes. I could practically hear the tears in Britâs eyes over the phone.
âJoey⊠I. Is something wrong? You never call me Brit. I told you how my dad used toâŠâ She trailed, trying to rationalize the situation.
I continued the puppet show as Joeyâs eyes continued pleading with me. âNothingâs wrong, Babe. In fact, itâs finally all right over here.â He stated with a smile. Joeyâs eyes winced at the venom spewing from his mouth.
Joey grunted as he tried to stop his free hand from fondling my ass. âDo you know how many girls and guys wanted in these pants, Brit? Do you know how hard is to always turn someone down. They all want a piece of Juicy Joe.â
âI mean, yeah, I guess you mentioned it onceâŠâ She sniffled. âBut I thought we were fineâ said a choked up Britney.
âFuck no this isnât fine. Look at me. Iâm a fucking bull.â Joey was forced to say, while sticking his tongue out. I briefly stopped his hand from groping my cheek to force it into a biceps flex. He tried to squirm his head away but was ultimately forced to lick it and moan. I huffed and whispered in his ear. âI bet you taste fucking salty, Joey.âÂ
âBabe, whatâs wrong? You never talk about your body that-â
âBrit, just shut the fuck upâ. That seemed to shut her up. âAlways fucking whining tooâŠâ I made Joey huff. The upper half of his head was sobbing now. I forced his free hand back over my ass, and used his other hand to set the call to speaker. âItâs overâ.
Joey dropped the phone on the table- still mid call, as I willed his other hand to cup my other cheek. Squeeze. âFffuuuuckâ I moaned. âYouâre fucking mine, Joe.â Like his musculature, I commanded my cock into a malleable state, snaking over his, encircling it like a fleshy sleeve. Then, all at once, my red threads of control stirred, as Joey fucked his thick jock dick into my makeshift cocksleeve. âIâm fucking yoursâ. I made him say. My eyes fluttered in drunken bliss.
âJoey- who is that?â
I felt his head struggle as he tried to stop his body from growing hard. At this, I made sure he had full control of his cock. His plump ass cheeks tightened as his body was forced to thrust into me. I saw him wince, but we both felt the change. Even without me controlling it, his cock stirred to life.
I willed my flesh puppet to answer. âOh, him? Iâve been fucking him during this call, Brit. Thatâs how boring you are. Stupid too- weâve been fucking for months and you never noticedâ I make him say it to his reflection as well, topping it with a sleazy grin he never wore. I also made a point to moan, to force him to thrust his hardening dick into me in loud, boisterous grunts. âFuck. Brit. You. Never. Felt. This. Goodâ. I make him gasp in between breaths.Â
âSo youâre fucking him, right now?â She asked, now turning to anger.
âMmph⊠YESâ I let him shout, as I tightened my fleshy trap around his engorged dick and milk his seed dry. To add to the injury, I released control of his mouth at the same time, so in that moment, he felt himself scream bloody pleasure and coat my flesh in his juices.
âYOUâRE FUCKING DEAD TO ME,â Britney shouts, before hanging up.
Perhaps it was due to the pleasure, or the bombardment of his senses, or the sheer perversion of the situation, but Joeyâs eyes rolled back to its whites and his head slumped into my shoulder.Â
I basked in the moment, coated in the sweat and baby batter of Mr. Unattainable. Breathing in sync with his unconscious form. With his head still slung forward, I willed his upright form to give my ass another squeeze. âTake me, bro. Iâm your fucking meat puppet. Feel me. Use me. These muscles, this body. Itâs all yours. Iâm all yours.â I make Joey say. Mr. Unattainable wholly mine.
I kept him upright, facing the mirror without a care for how sore his post-workout body already was. I made sure he stirred awake, to still see himself playing and groping my fleshy form, bonded together supernaturally by the god of meat. He sobbed silently at our union.
With Joey whimpering and broken, I began to retreat into my original form, letting his arms and legs and chest free. All that connected our two naked bodies now was just a single thread of red. But just one thread was all I seemed to need. I no longer felt resistance from his body, as his sullen face just looked to me with defeat.Â
I made him reiterate my will. âIâm all yours,â Joey mumbles. I puppetted him to close the distance, and pull my back towards his abs. Joey did not resist as body grinded into mine. He clumsily grabbed my head for a sloppy kiss. And once again, I tasted and experienced something only Brit previously had. His tears smeared into my cheek as I started making him kiss me. My eyes fluttered closed as I was in ecstasy. True pleasure. His lips slowly pried mine open, then the tip of his tongue touching mine. In our deranged intimacy, I savored the taste of Joeyâs mouth and of his tongue now forced mine. I didnât want this to end. Joeyâs body pulled back from the kiss and began groping itself, repeating his new mantra. âIâm all yours.â
Still repeating his mantra, my eyes locked with his, before he grabbed the needle from the desk and pricked his hand with it. In that instant, I heard the door unlock.Â
What were the chances? Another miracle of probability. There was a single late final on campus, for an upper div class that freshmen rarely took. And yet, it seemed there was one freshman that did happen to take such a class.
Just my luck.Â
Charlie.
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A two-parter. Could not for the life of me get usable photos of âJoeyâ in a compression shirt, so youâre gonna have to use a little imagination for that one haha.
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The Thanksgiving holiday was always your favorite. Much like the turkey they often ate, people made for great stuffing candidates. For one, they often ate large meals that night, and the fittest among them used the morning after to exercise away coma-inducing meal from the night before. These aspects made for the perfect conditions to make a body far more pliable than normal. âStuffing a turkeyâ was not something you did often, nor something you took lightly. Conditions needed to be perfect, mass to account for, compatibility, the works. Of course, this year seemed to be a good year for an upgrade. And you knew just who.
Ryan was a menace at the local gym, often taking pictures of new members just trying to improve their lifestyle to playback later and ridicule with his buddies. He had of course been confronted about it, but so far everything had been unsubstantiated, so the most heâd gotten were the near constant disapproving looks from the other regulars. In other words, his reign of terror remained unpunished. To add to the injustice, the man seemed to thrive off the hate anyway and it didnât help that his cousin owned the place.
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âWhat the fuck!?â He screamed at the sight of you in his bathroom as he had just stripped out of his dank gym clothes. From the smell permeating the air, and the weary look in his eye, you could tell he had just come home from a workout. Delicious.
âYour cousin Vinnie let me in, he said to come for a good time.â You stated plainly.Â
Ryan dropped his duffel to the floor, running towards you until you were pinned up to the wall near his bed by his meaty arms. You couldnât help but lick your lips in the strength brimming from his sweat-slick biceps.
âI ainât gay, fa-â
You plant a kiss into his mouth to shut him up, leaving a little piece of yourself burrowing into him.
He caught himself smiling inexplicably. He looked at the trail of saliva from his mouth to your perverse smile and nearly gagged as he backed up to his bed. Raw disgust turned red, as you could only see a boiling, fuming anger beneath his icy blues.
You were unfazed.
âOh RyanâŠÂ of course we areâ. You hummed as you began to exert what small control you had in that piece inside him to prevent him from running away. It wasnât much, and you mostly relied on the shock to keep him in position, but it had been enough.Â
He looked at you, watching in horror as you liquefied your hands into a slick mass of flesh. You smile in turn.
âI canât wait stuff you like a turkey⊠but whatâs a turkey without some gravy?â
He began to protest, before quickly closing his eyes in a moan of displeasure, as a small tendril of your flesh began flowing into his piss slit.Â
You watched as more and more of your pulsating meaty tendrils, slick with your sweat, inched into the thick dick of the man that would become your turkey. Caught halfway between pleasure and revulsion, Ryan gripped his sheets to get his bearings.Â
âB-bro!â He whined.Â
âDonât worry Ry, pretty soon youâll be thanking meâ. You playfully chime back.Â
It was uniquely violating for the man, feeling writhing flesh burrow into an orifice that normally only let stuff out. He yelped as you hooked your tendril into his body, abruptly stopping your advance. Now came the fun part.Â
Ryan willed himself still, dick still bound to you and not wanting to disturb his momentary peace. Nervous eyes follow your widening smile as the next set of your fleshy tendrils now ran down the outside of the athleteâs cock.Â
âOh f-fufufuuuckâ he blurted out in a drawn moan. Like a perverse sleeve, your slimy tendrils encapsulate over his dick, and you made sure to dial up the pleasure by having them vibrate rhythmically.
You catch glimpses of horror in between unbelievable pleasure. Then, another emotion. Shame.
âOh.. donât look so guilty Ry, this feels good doesnât it? Whatâs so wrong about that?â You tease. You knew his brain was working overtime so trying to fish out a response from the pleasure drunk jock was useless. You continue as if he had protested. âYou feel good. To me- over me. I make you feel good, you make me feel good. Ryan, I think weâre a match made in heaven.â
You can tell the titillation reached itâs peak when Ryanâs beautiful blue eyes rolled to the back of his head in a unwanted pleasure while he half-screamed. He slammed his head back and forth onto his pillow, as if each pump was lick an electrical shock. At last, tearful eyes roll back into focus, starting at you before looking away in shame as you felt Ryanâs batter rocket out, pushing the tendril you had inside him out .Â
Ryan collapsed into his bed, heaving from the experience. You saw him force his satisfied smile down, ashamed by the whole experience. You stroke the side of his face, not caring that a bit of his own juices were basting his cheek.Â
âOh Ryan⊠youâre gonna feel so good once youâre nice and stuff- can you imagine it? Experiencing that kind of pleasure every day?â
As much of a jerk as the guy was, you couldnât help but love the taste of his seed. It tasted-no, felt potent. Like his concentrated essence had been distilled into his milky white. The slight saltiness, the raw musk. You almost lost yourself in the testosterone oozing from every drop.Â
You went to work quickly, as Ryan was still reeling from the experience. You began mashing and grinding his seed, the post-workout sweat now coating some of you, your own sweat, and the bit of saliva from earlier into a dangerous concoction. You loved the feeling. Integrating some of Ryan into you like added flavor. It wasnât the first time youâve stuffed a turkey, but Ryan was definitely on a league of his own. This was the first time you could finally get into someone like him, and even just the act of meshing the bit of his flavor into yourself was its own pleasure. You took a quick whiff. Heaven.
Ryan finally began to speak again, only managing to let out a âBro-FUCKâ as you completely destabilized into a meaty mass and shot up his other orifice. Ry thrashed as he gripped his ass in pain, slamming against his headboard multiple times as he tried in vain to fight, to leave⊠to do anything beyond succumbing to you. He hyperventilated as most of your mass was already inside, trying to fight the intense bloating sensation and the persistent need to gag you out. His legs curled and uncurled, kicking into his sheets as he huffed and grunted. You reasoned you may have miscalculated your current size, as from within you could tell, he was too full to even make any words. He cried as his body swallowed nearly every inch of you, passing out when the last bit of you sloshed in and his ass-cheeks puckered shut, sealing you inside. Deep in his flesh, you began to bore into any space that would let you, poking and prodding every inch of Ryan and spreading from his innards to the rest of him like a root.
The hard part was over. Ryan awoke, sore and groggy. Instinctively, he got up from his bed before he froze. That simple action made you moan on the spot, as the parts of you in between his muscle fibers were squeezed, and began squirming, squeezing some of Ryan in turn. Like a sponge, you felt those parts soak him up and vice versa. Ryan must have felt it as well, as he began to walk to the mirror carefully, taking care to move as little as possible. It must have felt violating, hearing your voice emanate from deep within his body, and feeling his limbs grow sluggish, as you felt Ryan moan back âplease⊠please get out of meâŠâ
Like a muscle within a muscle, you flexed, moving Ryanâs limbs against his will and positioning him to the mirror. His lips quivered as he began to smile, and his mouth opened while you spoke out from deep within him. âNo can do Ry-â You force his meaty arms to pat his bloated stomach- a move that forced another involuntary gag out of Ryan. The quick movement brought you pleasure, extracting and absorbing and blurring the lines between your two bodies. His head shook as his tearful eyes stared back, mouth opening again for your next message. âI bet you can feel how permanent this isâ.
Ryanâs clumsy hands shook as they brought themselves up to his chest, rotating in circular motions as you took pleasure in spreading his gym-sweat all over his pecs. His eyes focused as he tried to wrangle control back of his bod,y neurons firing as he willed himself into a punch to his cheek. The pain sent you both reeling, and you decided to slip tendrils deeper, pulling on more of Ryanâs muscle fibers.
You also brought the parts of your flesh into his brain, slipping and twisting your folds into his. This particular action brought Ryâs hands involuntarily clutching the sides of his head in pain as he felt you penetrate into his own psyche, and wrap yourself in it. In an instant, all sings of struggle stopped and Ryanâs hands slung down to his side. Ocean blue eyes, shimmering with tears of the previous struggle blinked back, and a deranged smile painted his face. Like the eye of a vast hurricane, there was an eerie stillness to your perfected control. You stretch Ryanâs psyche over your face like a mask.
âRy⊠bro⊠I told ya- no can doâ Ryan felt his body state playfully. In speech, mannerisms, Ryan watched in horror as you perfectly mimicked him, save for the shadow of your satisfaction reflected his face. He felt himself stick his tongue out in tease, hands gently caressing each pec before smiling in a demented pleasure. His fingers circled each nipple, causing them to grow hard. In true defilement, Ryan felt his very mind betray him, as your thoughts wore his like a suit. âRyan, bro⊠weâre one.â It was sickening feeling his own mind reflect your pleasure. Ryan felt his fingers pinch his hard nipples, laughing in euphoria.
Even from just breathing through him, you could tell this body was in top shape. You towered over the room like a giant, feeling power brimming over ever piece of his musclebound flesh. Ryanâs face pulls uncharacteristically into your smile, eyes fluttering up in pleasure as his meaty bicep is pulled up next to his nose. You stick your nose to his damp pits, reeking from his past workout. In your head, your hear him scream as you use Ryanâs nose to inhale his own scent. He continued wailing when he felt his own brain think out your words, and his own lips and vice gently grunt. âYou smell so fucking good broâ.Â
And then, Ryan felt the unexpected. You remove your face from his psyche, pulling your some of tendrils back into the core of his body and Ryan felt some semblance of control of his body return. Like a true athlete, he immediately took advantage of the opening, firing his neurons, and using sheer musculature to wrestled you for control. You manage to retain only his mouth, opening it wide again to speak from inside him.â I like it when you fightâ. He hears you speak to him and his face shivers as you manage out a wink before he resumes control.
Ryan panted, collapsing again in exhaustion as you slept peacefully inside him, protected by his very flesh. At some point, youâll have him take all his muscle and mind and wring you out like a sponge, squeezing and squeezing you into himself until you became every aspect of Ryan. And at some point, you might âRyanâ might find and stuff a new turkey. But, this new body was virile, and making him wrestle with his own stuffing for control was its own exquisite pleasure. For now, this stuffed turkey was perfect just the way he was.Â
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Just a quick post-Thanksgiving bite.
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Guess, Part 2
âCorrectâ.Â
Months.Â
The word still rang in Shaneâs head. He felt lightheaded, as if speaking the word brought it into truth. Months. Noah had been like this for months. This wasnât some clone or copy or illusion. That was the horror in it. This was Noah, for all intents and purposes. His roommateâs actual flesh.Â
âNoah was such a jerk in high schoolâŠâ Arthur recalled without a hint of pain. In fact, he seemed to revel in it. âSuch an asshole- it was only right he was my firstâ. Arthur leaned over, giving Noahâs cheek a lick. âWasnât like I had a lot of choice- the body is one thing, but drilling my strings into someoneâs mind takes a lot out of me, leaves me vulnerable.â The nerd snuggled up to Shaneâs roommate, running his hands over the manâs musculature. âThatâs why I love karma so much.â He let out a moan as he tapped Noahâs forehead.Â
âThis dumb meathead was the perfect start. I slipped a bit of myself into a fold of his brain. Gave little hints here and there at first. The guy doesnât question anything at all. Even his own thoughts. I started with little suggestions but eventually just started feeding him my thoughts directly to see how he would resist. Idiot thought they were his thoughts. By the time enough of me wormed in⊠â Arthur leaned over, gently prodding Noahâs lips with his tongue.Â
Shane felt himself burn with jealousy. Noahâs body let out an involuntary âahâ, as Arthurâs tongue greedily explored. The nerd moaned as he got more and more into it, now slowly rocking back and forth as he hungrily tasted Noahâs mouth. He looked back at Shane, before continuing, âBy the time enough of me wormed in⊠he thought he was the one pumping his dick every night to the thought of sticking my strings inside his own friends and family.âÂ
Noahâs face went flush as cracking noises were heard throughout his body. His entire body sagged limp before contorting in unnatural angles. After a few seconds of soft grunting, he began to speak to Shane directly, tears welling despite his vacant expression. âIâm too stupid to be a person. I.. need⊠Arthur. I need to think his thoughts, to speak his words. I need to be his muscleâŠÂ his seedâ.
Arthur half-pouted, half taunted as he pulled his cheek next to Noahâs, âSee?âÂ
Sure, Noah might have been a bit dumb in high school, but in the years Shane had known him, the guy was not as stupid as Arthur kept implying. Worse still, it sickened Shane to see his best friend be forced to degrade himself. Shane could gag if he wasnât so terrified. It wasnât just his thick muscle or his pretty face. Memories, dreams, social life. Anything that could have ever belonged or will ever belong to Noah now bound to Arthur as well. Worst of it all, Noah was forced to feel the perverse pleasure Arthur felt in the loss of his agency.Â
Arthur beamed back. Noahâs did in turn, face dutifully reflecting its masterâs feelings. Beyond the disgust with the newfound knowledge, Shane caught a glimpse of mischief in his roommateâs eye. Like there was something else Arthur had been withholding.Â
Shaneâs dick stirred as he saw Noah pull down his shorts, meaty cock now poking through the opening of his boxers. Fuck heâs hot. Seeing Arthur also begin to strip down promptly brought him back to reality. Escape.
At this, Shane realized there was no hope of resistance. He nervously let out a chuckle before trying to rationalize an escape. He eyed the door, only for the sight to be partially blocked by Noahâs large arms. With a predatory smile, the Noah meatpuppet licked his lips.
âDude, look at me. Look at him. You donât need meâŠâ
Shane gagged as he saw drool escape a euphoric Noahâs mouth. It dropped in strands, nearly viscous as it shone back. Noahâs fingers went to work, greedily violating their ownerâs mouth as the coated themselves in the clear liquid. Arthurâs head hung back in pleasure as Noah began to grope his masterâs body.Â
â-d, do you mind if I speak through Noah here? Just feels right talking to you through this body,â Noah moaned. âAnyways, youâre fine just the way you are⊠hmmm, could probably use some more muscle but I just need you for Jesse, bro.â
âJesse?â Shane was puzzled. He didnât know a J-Â Wait.Â
âYeah bro, your bro. That Jesse.â
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For a second time, Shaneâs stomach dropped. Jesse? Shane barely talked about his older brother. Jesse had been a somewhat absent older brother. He was quite the adventurer, always going on backpacking trips, often braving the harsh wilderness with just the pack on his shoulders. Shane was puzzled, Jesse had only recently been back in town, temporarily staying at their fatherâs place. Shane hadnât recalled ever mentioning his older brother. Shane shook his head in disgust, at the thought of Jesse being a puppet for this demon.
âDonât worry Shane,â Noah crooned playfully as he brought Arthur up to his body. The gym ratâs meaty arms caressed the nerd, slipping past the hips of smaller man a grabbing Arthurâs body possessively. âWeâre giving our bro real special treatment.â At that, Noahâs hands began gently playing with Arthurâs flesh. They drummed across the nerdâs chest with an off-putting tenderness. The jockâs left hand then snaked behind Arthur, cupping the nerdâs ass before worming deeper. Arthurâs mouth opened involuntarily. Shane could see stars in Arthurâs eyes, no doubt from the sensory overload.Â
âWhat- I- Have- in- mindâŠ.â Arthur let out in grunts and half-breaths as Noah pulled out sticky fingers and pushed in another piece of himself. Defined hips began gyrating faster and faster âIs -more -than -a puppetâŠ. A privilegeâ Noah grunted, a high-pitch whine escaped Arthurâs lips. âOh Jesse!â
Arthur's whimpers increased in pace. âI'm gonna pack myself deep and tight inside that bod. He'll have to fit the full density of all my strings, of all my flesh... but I know that man will hold. Jesse's body has toughened worse. I can't wait to be inlaid inside that meat. Now it's going to do what it was born to do. To be my perfect vessel, thinking his thoughts for him, moving his body for him, jamming our strings inside more bodies. I can't wait for you to see Jesse's full potential, pulling and possessing and controlling other men... Shane, I can't wait to be your brother. âJesseâll love this! Once itâs my love pouring out of him. Once I'm tucked nice and safe inside that body of his... we'll be unstoppable.âÂ
âHeâs gonna be pulling the Chiefâs strings, my strings⊠your stringsâ Noah barely spoke, focus and athleticism diverted to speed. The pace was breakneck, whimpers became groans became yelps of raw pleasure.
âAnd youâre gonna put me in him!â Arthur and Noah roared in unison. The jock arched his back, lifting the squirming nerd. Arthurâs smaller form kicked his feet involuntarily as ropes of hot white shot out of him. The amount geysering out of the perverse union seemed far too much for either man.Â
Noahâs head slumped over Arthurâs clavicle while the nerd sampled the seed now coating his chest and stomach. He closed his eyes, in satisfaction. âYou always taste so good when Iâm shooting your batter out.âÂ
Arthurâs eyes focused back on Shane, as he dragged his body to Noahâs side, inching himself closer to Shane.Â
Noah sat back up abruptly, head still slung forward. Arthurâs hand collected into a fist, causing Noahâs to follow. At that, the jockâs flush cock stirred back into life. Noahâs head still slung as his hands began grasping at his already glazed, meaty cock. Slight discomfort placed itself on the manâs mouth, as he began to knead it again.Â
âI bet Jesseâs batter will taste even better⊠â
This was by all accounts a nightmare. Shane felt himself petrified. He pieced together some of Arthurâs MO. If Noah was any indication, Arthur had to dominate someone mentally before being able to puppet their bodies. The Chief, then, and the police force?
Noah had still only animated in an eery silence, aside from some slight groaning as his hands continued to stimulate his tired meat. âSeeing his son and I fuck raw in his own bed was enough. I just needed a few strings inside, anyway. Watching my strings come out of Noah, and wiggle before jamming into him. Forcing his body . His mind was easy after that.â Noah licked his lips, as Shane imagined the police chief doing the same. âAnd what police force wouldnât listen to their own boss?â
Arthur continued in sinister glee, as he watched Shane piece together his plan. âThatâs why I need you, for Jesseâ. He moaned. âWhat man wouldnât feel mind break at the sight of their own little brother defiled, perverted, mine.â Shane gagged involuntarily. Fuck.Â
âW-well you said he was tough. How do you know he wonât resis-â
âMy insurance? You think Iâm starting with him? No. Heâs not going to just be my puppet. Heâs going to be me. String by string, neuron by neuron- this is going to be a process. Weâll need all the help we can get- Iâll worm into every person in this town if I have to. And youâre going to be my perfect little puppeteer. We can start with dear old dad.âÂ
Noahâs head shot up, sticking his tongue out before resuming its empty expression âOh, and by the way, I lied.â
Noah cummed again. His body only uttered one word- a word that shook Shane to his core. No pleasure painted Noahâs face this time, as Arthur revealed in the second helping of euphoria. Tired beyond tired, the sweaty jock slumped immediately back into the folds of the sofa.
Years. The word shattered Shane. It violated every emotion of memory of his best friend. Like a dagger twisting in his heart, he felt himself torn at the word. Every single aspect of âNoahâ, fabricated. Every emotion, every bond, every secret between the two. It was all some sick facsimile of a friendship, a puppeteerâs twisted play.Â
Still reeling from the revelation, Shane could barely process the next words spoken by Arthur.Â
âNow for another game⊠Iâm sure you thought it was weird how you liked my precious Noah flesh here all of a sudden⊠â Shane felt dick harden by itself as a body deaf to his commands pulled closer to the two and sandwiched the Arthur between his and Noahâs sweaty bodies. This time, Shane felt himself speak âGuess how long youâve been mine.â
- End Part 2 -
Will this have more parts? Who knows if or when, I hate writing haha
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Guess
Shane dropped his controller as he finished another round of his favorite video game.Â
He paused the game to catch a breath.Â
âOh, by the way Arthurâs coming over,â Shaneâs roommate and best friend Noah yawned. Noah ran his hand up his shirt, showing a slight peek of his abs as he lazily scratched.Â
Shane could never put into words the maddening effect that particular move had on him. He didnât know what it was about Noah, or why it took him so long to see it.
It was just something about the guy, his carefree attitude, his natural charisma, his cute smile. The guy was a gift to be around. He didnât even think about guys that way- except Noah now, of course. Noah was different. And it was only recently that he had felt such a strong pull for the guy. Guys like Noah were like that. Warm. They had a way of making you smile fondly at the thought of them, at their laughs, at laughing with them. And before you knew it, you were blushing.
Naturally, Shane had kept quiet about his new feelings, knowing that such a confession would cause irreparable damage to their relationship. After all, theyâve been friends as far as he could remember. It was in these contemplative moments that Shaneâs mask slipped, and he muttered in slight annoyance, âArthur again?â
âYeah bro, heâs actually a pretty fun guy to be aroundâ. The half-asleep Noah said back. Away from the manâs line of sight, Shane grimaced.
Arthur again.
Shane noticed the two hanging out ever since their New Yearâs party. He wasnât even sure how the guy was even invited. Perhaps it was pity. Admittedly, they were all quite cruel to him in high school. Noah especially. Thatâs just how it was back then. Growing up in a small town had a way of turning something as inconsequential as social status into the end all be all. He was happy to have grown past it. That they had all grown past it.
Shane reasoned Noah must have felt a twinge of guilt about it all. He supposed he felt a bit guilty as well. Shane sighed as he started another match, thoughts lingering back to his roommate.
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It wasnât long before the nerdy Arthur was at their door.Â
It was another point of annoyance to Shane. The fact that the guy had a key to their place. Arthur merely let himself in, wordlessly plopping on the couch beside Noah.
âWhat game is that? Looks a bit boring?â
Shane could always count on Arthur to justify his coldness toward him. This nerd was annoying. âDoesnât matter dude⊠Noahâs out cold by the way- â He jerked his head at the collection of empty beers on the coffee table. The air was rank with the noxious mixture of the manâs natural musk and cheap beer. Shane took a swig as he continued with his match.
From the corner of his eye, Shane watched Arthur dig through Noahâs pockets. He felt him continue to dig through the jockâs pocket, lingering a bit too long before fishing out an old phone with a cracked screen. Arthur leaned forward, unlocking the phone and responding to a few messages. With a satisfied smirk, the nerd nonchalantly placed the phone back into Noahâs pocket.Â
Shane couldnât focus too much on the bizarre sight before him. At least, thatâs what it looked like to him- he couldnât tell if he had just imagined the whole exchange in the heat of his particularly difficult match.Â
âI think weâre going to play a different game, a guessing gameâŠâ Arthur laughed as the television flashed black. He threw the remote to the floor.
â-Heyâ Shane shot back in annoyance. He started to get up, only to be slammed back into the couch by his sleeping friendâs meaty hand. âWhat the fuck?â
Arthur leaned closer to Noahâs sleeping form as he began his game. âGuess.â
âGuess?â
âGuess.â
Despite the confusion, Shane felt paralyzed with a mix of shock and intrigue. âGuess what?â
This time, Noah jerked to life head turning just a bit too far to left. With a toothy grin, Shaneâs best friend answered back. âGuess how long this hunk of meat has been mine.â
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âCâmon bro, guessâ.Â
Shane needed more answers. It made a demented sort of sense. Why would Noah, of all people, hang out with Arthur? How did Arthur inexplicably have all this access to Noahâs life? He gulped. Shit. New Yearâs. âA couple weeks,â he stammered out, afraid to even speak the words.
Shane couldnât believe how long it had been. He felt lightheaded at the thought of his best friend, of Noah being reduced to this. He thought of how many people. How had he not noticed? How had no one noticed? The implications were even graver. The fact that one person could do this- could be anyone. No. Before he could even expand his line of thought, an image of Noahâs dumb, grinning smile flashed through his mind. Noah. He felt sick at the prospect. Noah was his best friend, and he couldnât tell for weeks.
âWroooongâ both of them hummed.Â
âWhat?â
Shane was still reeling from the initial shock. âI-Iâll call the police!â Shane stammered.
Arthur looked amused, chewing on the statement before cackling. He stroked Noahâs cheek.Â
âMy Dadâs the police chief, dumbass... I made each of those piggies mine months ago.â Noah giggled. It was uncharacteristic, entirely unnatural for Noah.Â
Shaneâs stomach dropped. Months?Â
Arthur fished out Noahâs phone again, showing Shane the police chiefâs contact screen as he hit the call button.
âHey, Pops?â Arthur asked.Â
âHow long have you been mine?â
âHmm, letâs see⊠New Years was six weeks ago⊠Artie, it had to have been eight mon- â
â-and?â Arthur cut him off, sounding somewhat bored.Â
â-aaand this little piggy loves when you pull on his strings.â The Noahâs father continued, â-aaaand this piggy loves what youâve made him do to each of his officers-â Shane heard the police chief audibly lick his lips before moaning â-aaand I love that you wormed into every bit of my son. Thank you for letting me feel my boyâs orgasms.â The police chiefâs voice became deranged. He grunted and huffed in the background, while sounds of the police headquarters and cheering officers rang in the background. â-aaand Noah and I have never been closerâ. At that, the cheering slowly dimmed and a soft groaning permeated the otherwise eerily quiet air. It was followed by wet, sticky, slapping noises before the beep of the phone hanging up. Shane noticed, ever so slightly, how each grunt and slap seemed to slowly pry open Noah and Arthurâs mouths.
Noahâs eyes squinted in glee, mouth now agape as he began playing with his nipples. In response, Arthurâs cheeks flush. He let out a warm exhale as Noah continued. âPops was soooo easy. Idiot didnât even realize his own sonâs been the perfect puppet for ages⊠I played up the gay shit too, made him watch me fuck my main body in his own bed⊠while my strings dug into him.âÂ
Arthur licked his lips with a sinister glee as he spoke this time. âThat homophobic asshole had it coming⊠Once I had enough strings wormed into olâChief, I made him masturbate to the sight of his only son fucking me. Heâs my best recruiter. You wouldnât believe how many bodies that muscle-packed body could pullâ. At this, Shane could only look at the pair with disgust. A stray tear left Noahâs right eye, as Arthur, without breaking eye contact licked it up. A tiny flicker of hope, of resistance lit in Shaneâs mind, only to be smothered by crushing darkness as Noahâs hand brought Arthurâs over his package, guiding it to fondle the jockâs junk.
Noahâs eyes roll to the back of his head, grin widening as he continued to guide Arthurs hand into more aggressive kneads. âDonât feel bad- Artie thinks and feels for me. He loves this so I fucking love it, bro⊠now, back on topicâ Noahâs eyes roll back, appearing normal for a second before dropping all pretense. They now shone with a perverse delight as Arthur continued. Â
âCâmon bro⊠guess againâ.
Shane was revolted. Arthur was only around the last few weeks. That meant that Arthur had been behind the scenes, parading Noahâs body around like his own personal plaything even before Shane had a passing thought about the nerd. It was a horror, packaged in such a profound sense of hopelessness that Shane could only wearily try to recall any change in behavior around the New Yearâs party. With a defeated sigh, Shane muttered, âmonthsâŠâ
âCorrectâ
-End Part 1-
You may have seen the original draft of this. The images on the original may have been too much for Tumblr. In any case, it felt a bit too long so I decided to break this one up.
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Demonizer
Hope youâre not religiousâŠ
âââ
Parker Mills here sure was. The cross, dutifully hanging on his neck in every other post. The obligatory bible passage quoted on the profile. A â#believerâ given every other caption. The works. By all accounts, religion had been good for him. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Friendly to all, despite the evangelizing. Virgin too- saving for marriage, of course. His parents on the other hand were vile fucks. The Mills often terrorized our small townâs tiny lgbt community but by some stroke of divine luck, the son of those demons turned out completely normal. Better than normal. Parker was probably the nicest jock in town. Parker also turned me the fuck on. With Parker, I just knew. Just knew that those kind blue eyes and gentle smile adorned that angelic face and ripped body. Knew that with his familyâs wealth and that face, he had the makings of the town menace. Knew that despite all this, he was entirely clueless on his appeal and unwilling to share his god-given gifts. Many have tried to corrupt poor Parker, but the man was a saint. He even looked uncomfortable doing anything beyond a quick peck on the lips. I just knew I could make him my own cocky motherfucker. Â
There were a handful of options in the dark web. Entirely different avenues ranging from a neurosurgeon offering direct transplant to a ritual for astral projection. It took 1 month just to sift through all the possibilities and options. Each one felt messy or required some form of constant maintenance. They wouldnât do. I wanted Parker  permanently. All of him-body, mind and soul. At last I had landed on the Demonizer Potion. The effects seemed to vary drastically, though they all seemed to warn of its corruptive properties. In the end, I chose it because it filled the most important niche for these products for me- I could actually afford it.Â
Finding a witch to procure this particular potion was⊠surprisingly easier than expected. In fact, it was downright effortless. Miranda, a witch just a town over, scoffed when I mentioned it to her. âA girlâs gotta pay her bills. Besides, Itâs a lot easier and a lot cheaper to hide out here than it is in the big city.â
And that was that. For the âlow-low price of $500â, I had the demonizer potion in hand. The drink was pitch-black. Darker than black even. And it seemed to pull all warmth from the room in an otherworldly, sinking feeling. I had no doubt this thing was the real deal. I read the instructions: âDrink with your intent.â I imagined mine.
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I knew the perfect time to strike. It felt oddly fitting to take him during a service. In the churchâs bathroom, I took a quick swig of my future. Just a third of the black substance. I gagged as I felt it stream down my throat. And I winced, expecting a burning sensation. No-not a burning sensation. It was more like a pit of nothingness spreading throughout my body to my fingertips. The burning came after. All at once, the world around me spun as I felt my body leave physical manifestation. I watched as my spectral hands flashed white then black in a pulsating pattern, before finally settling on a grey.
Parker Mills sat, listening attentively. They seemed to be playing some religious music. My only religion sat right in front of me. In devilish glee I began to stream into him. Inch by Inch, I flooded into his thick dick. He made a small grunt at first insertion.
Parker shifted in his seat as the worship choir continued singing. His face grew red as he tried to hide a growing boner. The worship singing droned and I felt a sharp pain in my head. As if empowered, Parkerâs own soul began to push me out.Â
In the end, I only managed to slip a bit of the grey essence into him. It did not seem to have much effect, aside from giving him an inexplicable need to grab the flask from the bathroom floor. I tried to make a mental note of that.
I sighed, defeated, as I fled into the night. In the darkness, I recuperated as I planned my next visit.
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This time, there would be no fanfare. No choir to welcome our joining and my rebirth. I wasnât sure how long I could stay in this world without his warm flesh tethering me mortal, so I knew I had to get in him fast.Â
I followed the man to his apartment, sitting patiently in a dark corner of his bedroom as he went about his day.
When he was close to sleeping, he turned off the light and sat on his bed in a meditative tone. I watched in anticipation as he closed his eyes and began to pray. âLord, ple-â
âMmhhmph!â I struck the man a snake, prying his full lips open and forcing his body to gorge itself with me.Â
This time, no music. Just the sounds of a teary-eyed Parker choking on invisible mass. Drool ran down his cheeks as I inched more and more of my form inside. His neck bulged and eyes grew wide and bloodshot as he tried badly to reject the intrusion. Lubricated by Parkerâs own saliva, by the taste of Parker, I greedily dug into his insides.Â
Parkerâs body began to move involuntarily. Deep in violation, it tried in vain to get me out. He smashed his head over and over again across the apartment wall trying to shake me out. I only forced myself inside harder. His head shook as it contorted in odd angles. Biceps started scratching at his own throat, trying to get me out to no avail. Eventually, they were forced splayed open as Parkerâs body began to travel up the apartment wall. At first, his legs began to kick, then shake, then they begun to dangle ominously off the ground. In a perverted facsimile of his religion, I strung Parker up his own apartment wall, arms outstretched in a blasphemous pose as if to welcome me. âAll are welcome..no, I am welcome,â I thought to myself. I continued my assault.
As Parker screamed, I weaved through each crevice until I could find the core of his soul. It looked pure and white, aside from the small speck of gray in my earlier intrusion. Gingerly, I pried the soulâs own mouth open as I laughed. I wanted Parker to his depths. Parker to his very core. And so I burrowed and coiled. Shackled myself to it. Shackled him to me. Like a trap jaw, his soulâs mouth closed. Forever sealing me in nice and tight as I continued squirm and fill into Parker. His spirit was mine. It bent in odd and unnatural angles, contorting until it tore. Outside, I felt Parkerâs thrashing head slow into a twitching.Â
I wanted-no needed every part of Parker to myself. So I begun to fill into the tears of his ravaged soul. I then felt the the fibers of those tears heal- with me embedded. Euphoric. Stillness.
Parkerâs pale blue eyes shot wide open, dilated. âP-Please,â he whimpered, before they go glassy and a smile began to form on his lips. Parkerâs flesh collapsed into a pile on the floor, body, mind, and soul spent.Â
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My first breath as Parker felt out of this world. Parkerâs body was his temple after all. When I felt his lungs fill for me, and air flow into us for the first time, I felt the power in his drawn breath- Like having an athleteâs lungs chained to my whims. I felt our drawn air circulate inside me, tickling bits of me in drunken pleasure. Granted, I was not that unhealthy in my previous flesh, but this new home was unreal. Merely existing in his flesh felt like an unburdening. Energy brimmed from fingertip to fingertip and my mind raced with a clarity I did not know possible.Â
âI canât believe you just feel like all the timeâ I teased as I twirled my new perfect hairs. I couldnât help but giggle in my new perfect voice. Hearing it vibrate into a low moan was music to my ears, as the manâs hand travelled and cupped his own perky ass. âFuck,â I panted breathlessly as I massaged my new right asscheek. The Jockâs face twitches in vain retaliation. âFuck you feel so goodâŠâ I twisted his nipple. âThank you for saving yourself for me.â Hearing and feeling this Parker, a Parker the world has never seen- A Parker he himself had never seen, drove me mad with lust. This was a private Parker, my Parker, one bound to me for my personal enjoyment. A moment exclusive to us. This seemed to light a fire in the original Parker and I felt my soul shiver as his encapsulated mine. âgâŠg-get the fuck out of me!â He spat.
With newfound agency, the original Parker ran to his desk and managed just one action before I could wrestle back control.
I gulped. My shaking hand dropped the empty flask as I felt his intent hung around me like a death sentence. âCast this demon out of meâ.
Control over my perfect meat-suit went dark. Like a barrier emanating from within, I felt myself squeezed out of my home. Then falling. Falling for an unbelievable amount of time. I blacked out.
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I awoke with the smell of sulfur in the air, the sky was dark and glowed a faint orange. I stood as I surveyed my surroundings, horrified. I saw a sea of bodies writhing and groaning.Â
âIs this..?â I couldnât bring myself to finish that sentence. I closed my eyes as I thought of the potion and the life I gave all to come to this. I didnât even have a chance to play with my new body. A sensation stopped my racing mind abruptly.
It was a hand.Â
One of the bodies on the floor moaned as it spoke in velvet. âAre you joining or what?â I shook it off me as the realization slowly dawned on me. It wasnât groaning⊠it was moaning. They were not damned. At least, they were certainly not upset about it.Â
Then I felt something else stir inside me. Hope? No- At least, not my hope. I grinned as I realized what had occurred. I took note of my spirit- a spirit that was a part of Parkerâs. Partially superimposed. Partially one. We were bonded together, even as souls. When his sleeping soul came to, I felt that hope of his immediately vanish. He grabbed our merged face in horror, before looking around.Â
âB-but, I never did anything⊠I was perfectâŠâ Parker trailed. I felt a blackness pour out of me. Thatâs it? Is that all there was to being a demon? These people were not suffering in the slightest. If anything, this was something to look forward to. This time, I felt no resistance from Parker as our shared soul began to fondle itself. Our face, however, was stone cold. Parker was in control.
Feeling all that he had to look forward to, something shattered in him. I felt as much- Rage. Betrayal. Then, Liberation. He looked up into the sky with a sneer and hands outstretched. âThis what you wanted, asshole? I do everything right and you still put me here? How much time did I waste in those stupid lectures? How many people did we turn down?â I immediately felt the pieces of this new Parker worm into my psyche. âFineâ. He said with a broken satisfaction.
Like a root, he spread throughout me. Bonding each of us tighter and tighter. This time, I felt a natural cockiness exude from Parker, and by extension me. It felt wrong, coming from Parker. At the same time, a part of me felt like this truly was Parker. This time, the disillusioned man continued fondling himself on his own volition. He brought me into the fold, guiding my movements. âBroâŠâ . I felt mind mind dull in euphoria. âBroâŠ.â. It rolled off our tongue lazily. Something about it just felt natural. âParker, if you donât stop⊠weâllâ. His mouth opened in a wide smile as he gave both pecs a squeeze. âI know. Enjoy the ride broâ. All at once the pieces of Parker rooted into brimmed with energy. âFuck it, right? You should be thanking me for this⊠My body is my temple⊠and Iâm letting you live in it. Thanking me is the least you could do.â Searing pain hit us both. Despite all this, he retained a crazed expression as he kept defiling his own soul. Bit after bit, I felt him kneed soul into mine. Though terrified, I couldnât help but soften. This was truly a side of Parker I had never seen. Here he was, tainting himself- tainting us both- locking us to eternal damnation. Into one being. And he laughed while doing it. I could feel it in his depths. A raw aggression. A depraved, sexual hunger in him. One that swallowed me infinitesimally. One that strung me up inside him, fed me pieces of himself. Fed me too much of himself. Fed me to him. My head was spinning as the lines between us blurred even further. This new Parker coursed through me as he guided me to finish the job. Letâs sin in this temple together. The last, innocent piece of the original Parker spurted out of our soul in a torrent of spectral cum. We could see the weightlessness of it. We watched as it floated up to the dark sky. This remnant of the original Parker-the original me, would be mine. I drew the land into me, felt empowered by the flames as I jetted up. In unbelievable pace we ascended back to the living world.Â
- - -
Final bits of soul continued to ascend but with a swift, dark grip, we grabbed it and jammed it into our bodyâs chest. I watched my meat shudder at the feeling. It breathed into life, but remained unconscious. Our soul now brimming black, I caressed my perfected form in satisfaction. We were Parker. And we needed every bit of ourselves to be whole. On that note, I jammed our dick right into the Parker Meat bodyâs chest and watched as it shuddered. Caressing the face now wholly mine, I jammed our dick in again and again, reveling in the bodyâs shaking. I watched it claw into the floor, legs kicking and flaying in some automatic attempt to keep its own soul out. I only continued with faster and faster pace, grunting in his manly tone until finally-release. The invisible barrier around flesh punctured and I willed my spirit to pump bit after bit of myself into the small orifice. The Parker body only made gurgling noises as I streamed inside. Once all of me was finally home, I felt my flesh begin to enclose me and laughed as I felt the barrier reforge- only with me inside it this time. I made quick work of the last piece of the original Parkerâs soul. Staining it black and integrating it into myself.
Tears now flowed freely down Parkerâs flush cheeks. His hands caressed his thick biceps in gratification. We were finally complete. Â
I moaned as I felt myself overcome a familiar sensation that my old body often experienced. However, this sensation was entirely foreign to this Parker-flavored bod. Electricity coursed inside me, and moans turned into screams as shook back and forth in a downright religious experience. My back arched in violent delight and I felt the lights go out from my new pale, blue eyes. Parkerâs first cum- our first cum together-Â absolute pleasure. My jaw slacked and drool began to escape as I was still reeling from the sensation.
Mess. I sat there panting for a second, chest and stomach soaked and coated in our liberation. I scooped a bit of the white and stared at it in my hand, watching this bodyâs own seed violently shudder and contort unnaturally before phasing into a dark mist. In demented glee, I felt the mist like an extension of myself and began feeding it into the rest of the untouched cum still outlining my abs. I licked my lips in savage pleasure as I watched as the rest of it slowly turn dark and soon felt it also under my control. Exquisite. I sent the small package of myself into the air, flying towards one of my teammates. Just a small piece to convince him to submit himself to Parkerâs temple.
I couldnât wait to show the town our new self. We are Parker. And all are welcome to worship at this temple. âLet us prayâ.
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Now, have you accepted Parker as your personal lord and savior?
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You lick your lips and let out a soft breath.
âGoddamn, what a looker,â you mouth silently. Â
A thick crown of chestnut hair frames a strong face with angelic features. Brown eyes glint with a hint of olive in the sunlight.
Youâve seen him before, you think- at the airport after break. Probably an athlete for the university.
Sure, he was hot at the airport, but everybody always is. Seeing him out here though, out in the real world? Really fucking hot.
You struggle to remain inconspicuous as your eyes greedily stay on subject. As if sensing your stare, his brow furrows as he looks in your general direction. You dodge glances last minute, cursing your lack of self control.
Anyone looking at you could probably see the longing in your glance, the hunger, the desperation to stay fixated at his visage. Anyone looking would see lust clouding your mind, the hint of a dangerous smiling painting your face, hiding the untold horrors in planning. But, you were never one to be seen, to be perceived. Always a background character in someone elseâs story. He would be correcting that. Â
When the coast was clear, your eyes rush back to feast on his image. He sits with some friends, adamâs apple gently bobbing up and down as he chatted, hair waving in the breeze like hands beckoning you inside. Everyone in the group seems relatively loose and relaxed, aside from him. One makes a joke, causing the rest to laugh. He gives a grimace, mimicking a smile. Though likely off-putting to some, that hardy exterior only manages to drive your lust deeper.
Another pats him on the back, and your heart stirs. Somewhat deceptive given his limber form, you only note how dull the smack sounds. Itâs a confirmation to you. A confirmation that this man is dense and packed to the brim with muscle. Your mouth watered at the sight of that musculature tensing before relaxing. A brief glimpse in the raw power brimming inside that cute bundle of flesh.
âPeter, câmon⊠lighten up bro,â they say. Peter. Aha, so that was his name. You repeat the name softly under your breath. âPeterâŠPeteyâŠPeteâ. It has a nice ring to it. In your mind, you relay the events with his friends instead directly calling *you* Peter. Your mouth pulls into a smile as your dick stirs. You rub it lightly, feeling a little pre leak at the thought âMmmhmm. Peter. Call me Petey. Has a nice ring to itâ
After several more minutes of jokes between friends, you finally catch one to break his facade. There it was. A genuine smile. A beautiful smile. A delicious smile.
You had to have it.
- - -
You sneak into the locker that Saturday. As you do, you slowly close each door, locking it. Ensuring none could block the consummation your life and Peterâs.
Like a snake in the grass, you slowly make your way to the lonesome Peter, sitting on a bench and panting after a game. A slight scent of flowers drifts through the air. As you move closer, the scent of his laundry fades and makes way to the damp, drying sweat soaking his shirt. Must have been a tough match.
His musk feels divine. If you could, you would have stopped time to just lay there, drunk in the scent that was Peter post-match. But you would have all the time in the world to bless yourself in that sun-drenched Peter flavor you craved. Plus, you knew you had to be quick. A body- especially an athleteâs body like this would be  incredibly resilient. You need to do this now, while he was sore and immeasurably tired.
He takes a swig while you approach. Putting down the bottle, he pants and looks up at you through sweat-stained vision.
âUhhh.. can I help you dude?â He asks.
âI just wanted to say, Iâm a huge fanâ.
âThanks bro,â He says.
âJust looking at the way you fly through the court. Amazing.â A bold-faced lie, having skipped his match to prep this empty locker room.
âThanks,â he states plainly.
âAnd the way those hot, hot muscles propel you forwardâŠâ
You motion to hug him. He tries to pull away but youâre quick to embrace him. He feels a prick in his shoulder as you dose him.
You feel his post-game sweat drip off his skin and over yours, and lust overrides reason. You canât help but squeeze tighter and tighter.
âThe way that perky ass jiggles when you walk... I bet youâre packing too, arenât you?â
His face, initially cringing in awkward tension, now shifts to disgust as he tries to push you away. Blind in pleasure, you inch even closer and wrap your legs around that ass, as he feels your dick sandwiched between your two torsos harden.
âAnd that face⊠goddamn what a face. I bet itâd be amazing to wear it. To look at your friends through it and hear them call me your name.â In frenzy, you begin grinding your stiffened dick into the heat of the closeness of your two bodies pressed together. ââŠto hear your own mother call me Peter. FUCK! I canât wait to be Peter!â You whimper as you felt cum shoot out, staining your shorts and his. As a bit of your cum lands his flesh, he is finally able to shake off the initial shock.
âSick fucking FREAK!â He spits at your face as he pushes hard, leaving you several feet away. It draws blood and immediate pain, but you could only feel the hunger to have that might as your own to wield.
You corral the spit onto your tongue, sucking and savoring the taste of your future mouth.
âMan⊠fuck⊠so thatâs what kissing us would taste likeâ you tease. You could practically taste the vitality brimming from his body.
He looks as if heâs about to gag, and begins to gesture moving away. He panics when he feels his movements slow.
âHonestly, with that tight fucking bod, Iâm not sure how long before you break free of this.â
You begin to prep, stripping both your bodies naked. His head attempts to shake in defiance when he sees you pull two syringes from your pocket. You wink before jamming one into your arm and one into his.
The effects are instant, you feel your senses dull. You also feel your own body begin to soften as you move towards the naked Peter. After a few moments, your senses start pick up and explode and blend together. Every heartbeat, blood vessel, and neuron. You feel intimate control over every piece. It was overwhelming at first, truly feeling every bit of yourself. Looking at Peter, you knew you didnât want to wait any longer to feel every bit of his.
You line your cocks together, pointing at each other. You then knead your dick slowly. Slit touches slit before inside begin to touch inside. Resistance bubbles in him as you see his arms clench and unclench, and his face wince at the foreign intrusion.
You sigh for a moment, admiring your handiwork. Peterâs dick appeared to be swallowing yours. That was partially true. You knew what you had actually done. Inside Peterâs dick lay your own, turned inside out so that both your insides faced each other.
He tries to scream, but canât muster a sound beyond a low moan as you continue to knead and push and overlay more of your insides into his, your body turning inside out in the safety of his body. He sees your malleable form appear to deflate as more of your innards took flow in his.
ââŠaaaaAAAAAA. FUCKK.. FUUUUCKâ He screamed. He starts to wiggle out the confines of his paralysis.
You know time is limited. In a rush, you use your nerves to commandeer his, swallowing all control of his dick as your own.
He screams and kicks in horror as he watches his own cock swallow inch upon inch of you like a worm. It happens in moments, and the force of the intrusion rocks his hips back, as his body makes room for you. His belly distends from all the added mass, causing him to lose balance and collapse.
âOh god, oh godâ he whimpers, as he gently feels his new belly, afraid of what was now inside him, what he could now no longer reach.
In the safety of your future body, you slow down, feeling yourself dissolve into a mass of parts.
Peter feels it in his legs first. Like millions of threads beneath his flesh, burrowing into his sinew. You donât leave a crevice in the man untouched. In every part of his powerful legs, you weave and intertwine your fibers into his. He thrashes them in a tantrum, but the movement only causes him further displeasure, as he feels his own taught skin and muscle squeeze into wriggling masses. Into fusion.
You make quick work of his arms as well, greedily swallowing and interlacing whole pieces of Peterâs dense muscle fibers into yours. He screams as he feels his muscles in his biceps tear and repair themselves, fortified and irreversibly bonded to your fibers. With the half control you now had over his arms, you run them along his body and defile himself, dancing his fingers across and feeling every inch of your future self.
You make a quick stop at his heart, embracing it with your flesh to feel its power. There was a warmth in knowing this would soon be yours. He really was an athlete. You could feel the sheer energy in every pump.
After admiring your future core for a few moments, you decide to hijack it for yourself, pumping Peterâs heart full of your threads. Like a virus, you flood into his bloodstream, carried by the very organ that gives Peter his power. Heâs unable to do anything aside from watch, as every vein and artery of his being pulse and writhe with you inside them. It takes a just a few pumps of the athleteâs heart to leave every juncture of his flesh connected to you. At last, you feel yourself in his own blood, coursing through him. If you had lips, you would lick them in anticipation at the last bastion of the old Peter- his head.
He squirms and smashes his head into the floor repeatedly, as he feels your fleshy mass slowly traveling up his vascular neck.
âIâm me! Iâm me!â He repeats as he feels your brain touch his.
He grips his head in pain at first contact. Inside, your brain folds begin to slip into his, coalescing. The process is acutely violating for him, as he feels your thoughts inside of his own mind. Like a thousand needles, you inject every piece of your mind into his.
He pulls at his hair while trying to shake you off when he feels your sick perversions course inside him, then begins to get lightheaded as they start to come from him. He retches as he feels the thrill of possession, of violating his own flesh come from his own mind. Still, you made sure to keep the original Peter strung up and intact inside your shared mind. Something about keeping every bit of him tethered to you only riled you up further.
Breaths ragged, and screaming turned feral, he shouts one last war cry, as the last individuated pieces of yourself and his join and merge into one.
- - -
Your eyes blink open, woken by afternoon sun peering from the skylight.
You stand up groggy in the locker room as you try to piece the dayâs events.
As you do, some stray hairs fall in front, and you see their gentle curl glow caramel in the filtered sunlight. âoh my god⊠oh my god,â you moan.
Upon hearing your velvety new baritone, your moan upgrades into a soft scream. You look down, seeing your new, long legs pushing you towering over your previous height, and the sun-tanned Peter-flesh and hairs now encapsulating them. âFucking Studâ, you bite his lip.
Even standing, you could feel them brimming with power. You swing his arms back and forth, relishing in the control and precision they now had. Virile. Absolute god bod. You glance at the rest of your new, permanent meatsuit- Dick, already rock-hard and pulsating, abs, defined and glistening in the afternoon glow.
You slap your new cheeks, feeling them flush and jiggle with youth. Your Peter face pulls into a smile, wider and wider.
âIâm me, Iâm meâ you mock. âWelcome home, meâ. You make him say to you.
His resilience, his power, his fucking body⊠yours. Â
âFUCK! Oh God! Yes! Ugh⊠Fucking Mine. Youâre all mine!â You scream. The pleasure is overstimulating, and you fall in a pool of your new bodyâs sweat.
His body. Yours. All muscle underneath. All at your whim. Molded, corrupted and rewired to betray its original owner and keep you forever locked safe inside.
His brain, his thoughts- last remnants of resistance that you keep as a souvenir. His own agency now tied to you. Through his brain, you feel Peter try to reign control, and in amusement you feel these thoughts pass through you.
Outside, his body spasms as he slowly regains sovereignty. He struggles to get up, body aching from the violation his insides endured. As he gets back up, he walks to the locker room mirror with worry in his eyes, trying catch anything out of the ordinary. He checks his face first, turning his neck from side to side. Slight relief paints Peterâs face.
He lifts his arms next, checking if they still listened to him. He begins to think he overshot the movement as his arms continue moving. Instead, horror begins to dawn on his face as his own hands run through his hair before landing on the back of his head. He trembles as he again wrestles for control. In concentration, drool escapes his lips and sweat dots his furrowed brow as his arms continue to shake but steadily move into a new position. Your position. They lock into a flex.
Slowly, Peterâs eyes blink close and face crinkles before wordlessly screaming into uncharacteristic pleasure. Then, those beautiful brown eyes with a hint of olive stare back, those beautiful lips smile back as you breath Peterâs air into the mirror, fogging it up for a moment before revealing his face swimming in perverse pleasure.
ââŠI-you-we feel fucking amazing. You think Iâm ever leaving this fine, fine piece of ass? Bro? Bro⊠get real. I am never fucking leaving.â
Peterâs hands cup his own plump ass, squeezing tight. His vocal cords relay your moan, stifled by the slight pain.
With that, you reign back control of every cell and strand of sinew of your new flesh. You tune back into the folds of your brain inside of his, into his very thoughts and let his unburdened rage wash over you. Rage turns to revulsion as he promptly feels his own dick betray him and begin to throb. You love the feeling of his inner turmoil, his endless perseverance. Interspersed was the euphoria you felt in controlling his body, in wearing it as your own.
You also love it because these were his heightened emotions, raw and intoxicating, now turned internally, redirected. You fuel those very same emotions to his insides, causing them to tighten and squeeze the parts of you bonded to an eternal internal embrace even tighter.
A flex of the now-drenched hand and a slight scowl of triumph paints Peterâs face. Heâs yours.
Everything he ever was, is and will be. Yours at last.
- - -
A few days later, a dormmate comes to your room. Apparently, the entire dorm had some form of event in a nearby beach.
You turn around and begin to remove your shirt before his eyes. As you do, you feel Peteâs struggle manifest as a muscle spasm. âGET THE FUCK OUT OF ME, IâM NOT EVEN GAYâ He shouts and screams in defiance. You moan internally. In truth, you could tell his dick didnât budge for men. Doesnât matter. You pant softly as it hardens anyway, forced against its very nature into your own whims. This was your fuckstick, your cum to do with as you pleased. It felt fucking good to have him inside there with you fighting. Like a constant reminder that he was yours. You never wanted to take this divine body for granted.
âW-Why me?â He whimpers internally.
âHonestly bro? Something about you just felt right, your-our face. And that body? As soon as I saw it. I knew we were meant to be one.â
Heâs silent after that.
Outside, all one would see is a single tear, escaping your new set of eyes, and you take a moment to relish his angst. As if to taunt him, you lick the tear, closing your eyes and smiling seductively. Internally, you grab Peterâs sense of self, snuggling into his personality as you feel your face externally begin to adopt his serious demeanor. These moments were always the best. When you were truly enveloped by Peter in all levels. Like when you called your new mother and father for the first time, and heard them call you their son. It was an actualization of your new identity. And it always made your stolen dick throb.
âSo, uhhh, anyway⊠Iâm Nateâ The dormmate stammers as he stares at your defined musculature. The blushing Nate was quite a looker himself. You look back with disinterest and a cockiness previously uncharacteristic of Peter. Nateâs face looks disheartened.
Using your athlete strength, you rush him to the ground, grinding Peterâs sweaty bod into his and forcing your spit-lubed tongue into his gasp of surprise.
With your expert control over every piece of your new body, you snake Peterâs tongue over Nateâs, constricting it like a python. Likewise, You snake your new powerful arms and legs over his, locking him into your grinding hips. You tear away from the kiss savagely with a pop, and breath right over his face. âMy bodyâs fucking hot isnât it?â.
âF-fuckkkkâ Nate huffed as his eyelids fluttered. You spot a growing stain on his board shorts and laugh callously in a way that just felt natural in body like Peterâs. âBro, we gotta work on your fucking staminaâ.
âOh yeah⊠call me Petey,â you giggle, before pulling your lips into a wide-brimming smile.
-End-
Aaand thatâs a wrap. Whatâd you think?
If you liked this story, surrender your body to me- work just keeps getting busier and busier, I swear I need another body or two to keep up with all of it haha.
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Do you still do trades or request or or commission
Iâm not sure if Iâve given that implication, but no I do not do trades, nor do I do commissions. Requests are welcome but Iâm always super busy, so chances are slim that Iâll be able to follow through (^_^)â.
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Bookstore
I chuckled leading Ryan down the steps.
âCmon, should just be down this alleyâ.
It always rained in the city, but the clouds seemed to be just a bit darker, the water pouring just a bit heavier down the alleyway. Neon signs from outcast shops and suspicious eyes peered across window covered blinds.
Ryan was clearly uncomfortable. âLook dude, this place doesnât even show up on a map. You sure theyâre not gonna harvest our organs or something?â
I laughed.
âSash wanted another book from this store for her birthday, right?â The corners of his mouth pulled, confirming. âSame kind that I got her for Christmasâ? This time, a nod. âWell, you canât really get these kinds of books from a regular store⊠you have to know a guyâ I winked, running my hand over his shoulder and pulling him close to me in a joking fashion.
The smell was divine. The man must have just had a gym session before coming to me. Among the scent of the rain and city, his musk penetrated, clinging to my nose. An earthy, almost acrid scent graced my lungs. I squeezed him tighter to me, involuntarily. A second later, I felt another scent permeate my soul. It filled me with indescribable envy and dizzying lust, and I felt my mouth salivate at what could only be a gust of the damp air from inside his shorts, escaping through a small crack from when I had pushed his body closer to mine. I realized far too late that I was clinging onto him.
His face was not amused. Ryan grunted and distanced himself slightly, avoiding invoking the past few moments between us.
Ryan grimaced before sighing, cutting the silence. âYeah man, I guess. Honestly, I donât even know if itâs worth it at this point. He pondered for a moment, thinking of the hours she spent reading and rereading from that old book, transfixed, mesmerized. This was definitely what he needed to take their relationship to the next step. âOf course it is.â He seemed to mentally note.
Sasha was always really good at attracting amazing guys. Kind, charming, guys straight out of movies seemed almost drawn to her. Of course, they were never really her type- she always seemed to like them a little nerdy.
That all changed with Ryan. Just after Christmas, he caught sight of her reading from an old book at a cafe, offered her a drink and a chat, and for the first time in her life, she reciprocated his advances.
Ryan was patient and gentle. He often brought flowers, asked about her day, took her on dates. I felt a bit of resentment from him, as Sasha didnât seem particularly romantic, and often invited me to their dates, almost bringing Ryan to me for âapprovalâ. He seemed to take it all in stride though, remaining friendly and cordial and often including me in their conversations.
âWeâre hereâ I stated flatly. In front of us stood a dingy black door, dimly lit by a small, flickering bulb. I stared at Ryan for a reaction. He gulped, before calmly placing his hands on the door. It nudged slightly, whining. He gestured for me to help him.
We both pushed into the creaky door that seemed to lead into an infinite void. Blackness swallowed us both before the door slammed shut and the room seemed to illuminate.
The bookstore seemed larger on the inside, row upon endless row decorated with looming shelves and ornate books. A gentle, woody scent lingered through the air, pulling us deeper.
âSo.. how did you even find out about this place?â He asked as stared in awe at each shelf.
This time, I shrugged, holding a smile. âI know a guyâ.
Ryan inspected each book closer- not a single one numbered or lettered. He pulled a stool from nearby before staring again at one of the nondescript books.
âNone of these have any titles?â He asked.
I hid another smile as I innocently asked him to try one.
As he pulled a book from the shelf, he seemed to be acutely aware of the dust accumulating on the spine. He brushed the spine slowly before the title of the book revealed itself: âRyan Weathersâ. Ryan looked back at me, incredulous.
âW-what the fuckâ? he laughed gently. He opened the page to inspect the words, and I watched as dread began to paint his face. âThis⊠this is me⊠this is my storyâ he gently said. Without warning, he immediately began to thumb through the pages to look at the end of the book, only to be met with blank pages. He frowned as he continued slower this time, working backwards until he finally found the last written page. âRyan entered the bookshopâ.
âââ
âWeirdâ, I stated. This time, I couldnât pull my smile. âCan I see?â I unsheathed a pen from my pocket in anticipation.
I quickly pulled the Ryan book from his grasp and greedily wrote a few lines. Ryan turned back in horror and stared. He could no longer move.
I quickly showed him the results on the pages of his book. âRyan sat still, awaiting his friendâs ordersâ. I scribbled a few more words, and huffed in slight heat.
A bead of sweat formed on Ryanâs temple, as he slowly began to undress. I followed suit, placing my bag on the floor and pulling out a book.
âDude⊠dude⊠what is this?â He asked softly.
I pulled a book from behind me- Sarahâs book, waving it in front of his face with a smile. I inched my naked form closer to his âSarah really picked a good one, didnât she?âI leaned up to Ryan, pulling his naked form around me and moaning as I wrapped his arms over my shoudlers.. âThank you for getting a nice pump before coming here.â Ryan couldnât move as I began to caress each of his biceps, running my tongue across and picking up his post-workout funk. Divine.
I slammed my face into his armpit, smearing a thin layer of his acrid essence across myself. I huffed as I continued. I intertwined our hands together and wrote a few more words onto his book. âFuck bro, weâre gonna smell so nice.â We said in unison.
I grabbed another book off the shelf- this time it had my name. Ryanâs eyes worriedly scanned my pages for a clue as to what Iâd do next. I used our intertwined hands to pull another item off my bag and held it up for both of us to see- this time it was a pair of scissors.
I gingerly cut a few pages off my book and looked expectantly at Ryan. Despite being unable to move or speak, his eyes relayed volumes. They were wide and hate-filled, and seemed to threaten me. I almost stopped at that moment in fear of what heâd do to me after he broke free. The fear was unfounded though, as he could only calmly sit in silence and watch in terror.
I continued, pulling myself up to his damp form and grinding our bodies together. Of course, Ryan would not reciprocate, but it was enough run my brain feral in lust. I rushed even faster as I could feel Ryanâs now-damp warm body breathing heavier in rage. I continued until I felt a pull from myself and wave after wave of cum splattered among both or bodies. I swiped a bit, huffing in heat as I ran it across his mouth.
Ryanâs eyes squinted in sheer disgust as he was forced to taste me, before I pulled my finger from his mouth. âNeed both to complete the ritualâ I laughed. Ryan could only looked shocked, likely thinking the main event was over.
I grabbed a few of my pages and hastily smeared our saliva and cum mixture across Ryanâs page. His eyes widened as I stuck my pages into his book, glued by our concoction. Ryanâs eyes rolled to the back of his head slightly and he felt is body push closer to mine involuntarily.
When his eyes opened, He saw our now-shared arm flexing. I reran my tongue across my new Ryan-bicep, moaning as we both felt the touch of my tongue. We were connected now. I looked back and saw pleading this time from Ryanâs eyes.
Ignoring his silent pleas, I pulled another batch of pages from my book, swiping them in the mixture of sweat and my cum across both our bodies before pasting them on Ryanâs book.
Again, Ryanâs eyes pulled back and I began to feel his vascular legs as my own.
I ran our shared arm across my new legs, shivering in shrill delight at the feel of Ryanâs musculature.
Rabid with ecstasy, I could no longer controlled myself and started tearing page after page of my own book and interweaving it into Ryanâs. He began to vocalize soft protests as he felt his flesh betray him and begin to encapsulate me. I almost drowned in the scent of Ryanâs thick musk, interweaving and dulling my senses.
Before I realized, I had cleaned our sweaty body of my cum, and was left with half my book. I could still feel Ryanâs other arm finish swallowing my own inside him as we continued to slowly meld. Drunk and mad with the power of Ryanâs body becoming mine, I leaned my sweaty back to his cheek, feeling the safety of his warm body lull me to sleep.
âââ
When I awoke I could feel the furious Ryan next to me, desperately trying to move our arms and legs in vain. âSorry broâ I lazily stated. My words now felt like a mix of Ryanâs and my own- a testament to how far combined we were. âGot lost in our sauceâ. I chuckled with his laugh.
I could feel Ryanâs penis poking inside me, its imprint hanging limply on my belly. He caught sight of it too, and began to slightly move his head in protest as he could feel my thoughts relay what would happen next-
I gingerly used our new hands across my belly, pinching and prodding until I could feel Ryanâs dick imprint securely through my flesh.
With a wide smile and a moan, I began to use my own flesh as a sleeve over his dick, rubbing back and forth and thickening. At this, Ryan couldnât help but moan as well. His head shook back and forth next to mine, clearly attempting to avoid the rush of our joint masturbation session.
He thrashed in vein as I felt his dick quickly stiffen and begin to prod into my belly.
I could barely keep my mental clarity from my senses being bombarded with lust and bliss. With shaking hands, I guided Ryanâs arms to gently squeeze and slot his thickening dick over mine.
At that, we both vocalized a lustful âFUCKâ.
The heat and the sensations were unreal, as his dick continued to grow inside of mine, I felt myself push into my absolute limit. I screamed another fuck as I continued to pump with my Ryan arms, feel his cum exit my piss slit.
The feeling of Ryanâs warm batter coming out of me was unreal, and I barely escaped another bought of unconsciousness. Ryan was not so lucky, and I felt his sweaty head slump down next to mine. I hummed gently in his voice as I continued to work, this time using Ryanâs own cum to glue the rest of my pages into his book.
I watched my flesh begin to discolor and shape, following the contours for Ryanâs own. His torso began to push through my own and in a treating sensation I felt my flesh reconnect- now showing Ryanâs body from torso-down.
I shivered in shrill delight- this body⊠our body⊠*my* body. *I* was Ryan now-
I felt his sweaty head stir awake, and his cheek lean into mine. From his face, I could feel the corners of his lips pull into a smile. Ryan began huffing as his own face began to encapsulate my own, and the last bit of resistance of the old Ryan- small tear in our right ear slowly dribble down our cheek. I wiped the drool off our shared mouth and promptly collapsed as one being. Â
When I awoke, I began to pick up Ryanâs book- *my book* and wrote a few more words cementing his role as my personal meat-suit to eternity. I rewrote some passages from Sashaâs book undoing her spell before placing both our books back on the shelf and watching in delight as the titles began to fade.
I ran my hands across my new face- Ryanâs face before putting on his clothes and promptly leaving the bookstore a new man.
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The pics could probably use some work⊠Happy 2023!
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So I had a thought recently. Have you ever seen those guys that are so lanky, they basically look like nothing but skin and bone? Well, I thought to myself, a guy like that could probably replace a mans skeleton if they really wanted. But what if someone like that DID have that kind of power? Just an idea I felt like sharing, but I feel if anyone can make a story out of it itâs probably you :P
Bit of a rush job, but let me know if this was along the lines of what you had in mind. Okay Anon, here goes:
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Skin and Bones
Bottle in hand, Jack eyed his roommate Jimmy, sleeping peacefully in his room. Jimmy wasnât particularly tall or incredibly muscular, but he was cute. Something about the naked man in front of him just did it for him. Jack licked his lips knowing tonight would be the night.
He looked at his own form in a calm and calculated manner. Jack himself was a bit taller than average, though his skin draped over his body like a thin sheet over bone. He wasnât gaunt or nutrient deficient however, Jack just happened to be incredibly skinny. No matter how much he tried, he never seemed to put on mass... At least, not in a conventional sense. At this moment, Jack was grateful for his body type. He had a unique ability that only really made sense through someone with his body type.
He ran his fingernail across Jimmyâs chest, scratching an odd symbol and giving it a quick slap. Immediately, his roommate began to convulse as his body expelled fluids. Jack smiled with sinister glee- this was the first step in his displacement process. He watched as orange and blue escaped his future hostâs orifices. As it did, Jimmyâs mass began to deflate in front of him. Bones and organs do take some room after all.
Jack, of course, was not entirely cruel to his hosts. He wanted to make sure the new and improved Jimmy still had his original qualities. He leaned in to kiss his swiftly deflating roommate. Jack bit the manâs lip tenderly, savoring Jimmyâs plump mouth before slurping some of the liquid that had leaked out. The azure liquid was entirely tasteless- like a coagulated meaty broth, but the true flavor had hit Jack like a truck.
As he continued to suck, he felt Jimmyâs first memories leach into his own. Jimmyâs first crush, his most embarrassing moments, his proudest achievements. Unprompted tears welled momentarily in Jackâs face as he continued to take in the essence that was Jimmy. Jimmyâs subconscious seemed to have picked up on what was occurring and it was now a part of Jack. Despite this, Jack continued to greedily take in more and more of his roommate. He stuck his tongue further inside the now-flat Jimmyâs orifice, licking every inch of his mouth and sucking up every last bit of his mind.
Jack then continued by wringing out Jimmyâs skin, making sure to squeeze out as much of the orange liquid through the manâs ass as he could. He gingerly corralled the orange into the bottle, sealing it for future use.
âNow comes the fun part,â Jack thought to himself, as he began to lick his lips.
Jack gave Jimmyâs muscular back a kiss. He traced the skin where the manâs spine used to be with his tongue, savoring the light musk in Jimmyâs sweat. Jack moaned in pleasure, giving Jimmyâs asscheeks a quick sensual squeeze before beginning to stretch them. His cock hardened as he watched his toes begin to slip inside.
Inch by inch, Jackâs right leg wormed itâs way through Jimmyâs, filling it up along the way. Jack hummed rhythmically, as he continued up to the manâs toes. He wiggled them in glee, seeing the manâs skin move as his own for the first time. His left leg followed suit, keeping the slow, methodical pace in which Jimmyâs insides were being filled out and overtaken. Jack himself seemed to be just a few inches taller, and as he traced his bare hands up his roommateâs now-filled legs, he grabbed Jimmyâs hips, pulling tight as he overlaid them over his own. Jack was in deep heat, but remained in intense focus. He huffed as he willed his hardened dick to soften, letting it more easily slip and sheath inside Jimmyâs. He smiled at his handiwork, licking his lips to a wonderful sight- He now structured the manâs bottom half.
Jack gulped as he proceeded to the next step. He pulled on Jimmyâs asscheeks as high as his arms could stretch them, then began to push the skin over his head. It was now impossibly taut and as soon as he released, Jack felt his roommateâs cheeks quickly swallow his head and envelop his shoulders with a satisfying slap. He wiggled and shimmied, allowing Jimmyâs fleshâs own tightness to work to his advantage, relishing in feeling the manâs stretched form compress around him. As he did, Jimmyâs ass worked its way down his slender form before finally resting in its proper place- veneered over Jackâs.
The smell was heavenly. Jack had to take a moment to enjoy himself. In the dark crevices of Jimmyâs hollow insides, the pleasant, musky odor he normally released was dense and intoxicating. His breathing became ragged, and he began to twitch and moan as he felt himself wracked in pleasure of experiencing the concentrated form of Jimmyâs scent.
Of course, his work was not done. Jack moved into each arm of the meatsuit, slithering his own into each appropriate space, allowing them to regain their structure. Much like the legs, these required extra effort to stretch through, pulling them tighter than normal to accommodate his slightly lengthier frame.Â
His fingers slid inside each of Jimmyâs own like a glove. He wriggled them as he felt flesh naturally falling into place. Now in command of Jimmyâs upper body, Jack began to use the manâs own hands to feel himself. He traced over his legs again ensuring each piece was perfectly positioned. He traced and felt the abs and chest he now possessed. He traced each bicep, lovingly crafted by Jimmy. Jack marveled at his new size. Sure, Jimmy wasnât super buff, but he did have a good a mount of muscle on him- muscle that now belonged to Jack. Of course, each movement was done in a sluggish manner, with little external feeling due to the incomplete process. To Jack, each movement felt dulled by the feeling of Jimmyâs skin moving like an external layer over his own.
Finally came the head, Jack wrapped Jimmyâs hands over the bodyâs own face, He slipped Jimmyâs features over his own, delighting in feeling a new face as his mask. When finished, Jack allowed the rush of new sensation to fill him, as Jimmyâs nerves were finally his. He took his first breath as Jimmy, allowing the night air to fill him while he lovingly caressed his new body again. Jack relished in becoming this manâs new structure for a few more moments before blacking out. He felt Jimmyâs mind resurface in his own head. The binding process does take its toll after all.
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Jimmy awoke with a severe headache and his arms and legs splayed. There was an odd, dull pain across the center of his forehead accompanied by an odd feeling of heaviness throughout his body.
âFuuuuuck,â he whined as he rubbed his butt tenderly, feeling a soreness in his asshole. He was puzzled as to the cause but was quickly distracted by the other sensations he felt. He groaned as he felt an inherent wrongness in himself from deep inside. Even moving his own hands and legs felt wrong in a sense.
Of course, Jimmy had no recollection of the night before and had simply assumed it to be caused by sleeping on the wrong side of the bed or some bad meal from the previous day.
Step by step, he moved clumsily across his room. When he reached his bathroom, he was slightly puzzled at the sight of himself. âWas I always this tall?â
He turned his head from side to side, eyeing his face as he felt it. Nothing seemed out of the norm, yet everything felt off. He gripped his head in pain as the headache worsened. Compounding the headache was a growing sense of dread as he felt his own body stand stiffly on its own.
âHey JimmyâŠâ He felt himself think. The thought was odd, as he had not expected his own mind to refer to himself in third person.
He tried to move his arms, straining his muscles to an uncomfortable resistance. They moved, sure, but it was like he was moving them for the first time.Â
âHey Jimmy.â The thought came again. He could tell that something felt inherently off in every movement, like he was fighting the core of every limb just to make simple gestures.
The resistance only worsened, before he felt himself speak. âHeyyyy Jimmyâ.
âw-what the fuck?â he whispered hoarsely. Even his throat felt wrong.
Without warning, Jimmy felt his own body slap his ass. As he smiled at himself in the mirror. âBaby, we look so good today,â he laughed.
âWh-Who are you?! Whoâs there?!â Jimmy screamed.
To his horror, his own body replied back. âItâs me, Jack.â
âJack? This isnât funny, man. Where are you?â he nervously chuckled.
âYou know where I am.â Jimmy chucked. âLook deep inside, I think you already know the answer.â He felt himself wink at his own reflection.
He watched his own body in horror. âH-How? What the fuck? What the fuck!â
The horror vanished from his face immediately, swapped with a sadistic pleasure as his right hand began to feel himself up. âI wanted in- I think you got a good thing goin here.â His fingers pointed at an odd jar filled with orange liquid. âBut I figured, you could use something better than those old bones.â Jimmy felt himself laugh, but it was an empty, hollow laugh. He grinned at his own face, while both his hands gestured to his chest. âFor this fine, fine piece of ass, Iâd only expect top quality shit.â For the first time in his life, Jimmy felt himself give an odd, high pitched squeal. âWhat better set of bones for you than me? Look, I even made you taller.â He moaned. âI. Complete. You.â
âAnyways, thats enough Jimmy for todayâŠâ Jimmy grimaced, as he felt a violating force from deep within. He looked at his naked form in horror as he felt Jackâs hardening dick worming into his own. Even worse, he began to feel the sensations match, feeling his own dick betray its master as it began to harden for Jack. Jimmyâs face smiled. A shaking hand gripped itself tightly. Veins protruded as the shaking stopped. At that moment, Jimmy felt all control of his hand vanish. His puppeted hand began to stroke his thickening dick and his body grunted and moaned in unwarranted pleasure. Jimmy winced. Fuck that felt good.
Jack felt more and more of his hostâs body light up. Ever sensation a small surrender from his roommate. Every pump he felt Jimmyâs consciousness within himself slip further and further into complacency. They moaned in unison. Jimmy felt his stomach turn in horror, but in a sick, twisted way, that only seemed to rile each of them up further. As the uncharacteristic high pitched moaning continued, Jimmy felt more and more of himself strung up and bound to Jackâs will. âFuuuuckâ he whined, as cum sprayed from their rock hard dick.Â
Jimmyâs shoulders slumped in the afterglow. He felt the very last traces of his consciousness in lucidity. Jack smiled through his new mouth. âCherry on topâ he taunted with his new voice. Jimmyâs hands scooped up a sizable load of his own seed as a sneer painted his face. âWonder whoâs baby batter this is?â He sneered. Jack used his roommateâs hand and mouth to sample every bit of their  seed.Â
âDeliciousâ Jack huffed through Jimmy as he began to clean up. He looked back his new face in the mirror, giving it a wink. âLooking good bro. Time to party.â
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Twice, Part 2
Butterflies.Â
I had butterflies in my stomach- not unlike the ones I had when first meeting Julien Michel.
It had been two days since that fateful meeting with the once-in-a-generation possessor Nate.
I gulped as I began to relay the events of the past few days in my head. I had not only met my favorite celebrity, but had also come across a new friend with a once-in a lifetime opportunity. I looked upon the pristine white fabric inner-wear he would be wearing for the race. I stared at the piece in envy, imagining what it must have been like to encapsulate Julien in his most intimate moments. The man lived and breathed racing, after all. It had only cemented the wish in my head. For this race, I would have that opportunity. To be with my driver in his element, to be driven by him as he drove his car at the most pivotal moment of his career-Â
âPhewâ Nate laughed, cutting some of the tension. âMan, youâd think theyâd make these locker rooms smell better.â
I laughed a bit as well. âYouâd think the security was a bit better.â
I pulled out Julienâs racing clothes. Or rather, the underwear he wore beneath the suit.
âWelllll, Iâve never split someone into threes before⊠this- this is gonna stingâ. Nate looked at me, watching for any hesitation. I could tell he still disapproved of the whole thing.Â
I reassured him. âYeah, I figured itâd be weird to be three things at once⊠but thank you. Thank you for doing this.â I placed my hands on his shoulders. âTrust me Nate, I want this.â
Nate bit his lip. âThen letâs beginâ. I nodded in response as I stripped buck naked. I blushed immediately. Nate chuckled. âDonât worry man- just relax a bit and let me do my work.â
Nate began massaging my shoulders. His adept hands followed the contours of my body, like he was regarding my every shape. Being poked and prodded to this extent felt entirely foreign to me. It was like a checkup, except instead of a doctorâs hand searching for diagnosis, it was Nateâs- curving and rubbing across my bare skin. I gulped when I began to feel the first bits of it work.Â
It started as a pleasant buzz- like his hands were vibrating as they ran over my body. Only after the third go-round did I realize it was actually my body vibrating to match his. I watched my skin shiver and blur with the surrounding air as it continued to vibrate. Thatâs when it started to hurt a bit. Every cell of my body wanted to fight the process. It was a stinging flooding into my every being. I moaned in pain as Nate started to comfort me. âWeâre almost there⊠just hold out a little longer.â The stinging became a searing as I watched my entire body vibrate incredibly fast- so fast that it began to steam the air around us. The blurring was now evident throughout my body, and I took note of my increasingly translucent and undefined form. Nateâs expert hands then began to move at a similar frequency, matching my own. He was sweating now too- no doubt from the heat of the entire process. Nateâs hands then reached into my chest and I felt a shattering in me. All discomfort melted away as I was awash with a sense of calm.Â
I could no longer see my form, but no panic ran through me. Instead, I felt myself lay motionless in the air in tranquility.Â
âSorry buddy, never had that much resistance from someone beforeâŠâ Nate stated. His voice felt distant to me, as did my own thoughts. I felt myself and everything around me begin to fade away in that same sea of tranquility. My astral eyes began to grow heavy before Nateâs hands inside me shocked me back to reality. No. I had a job to do.Â
After I regained lucidity, I watched as he took my incorporeal form, pulling strands out and laying them into the corresponding spot on the fabric. Nateâs hands moved fast, and I felt parts of myself get pulled into every thread of the fabric inner-wear. With every weave of my soul, I felt the white fabric yield.Â
According to Nate, whatever properties the possessor imbued the object with matched the qualities of that possessor. A bodybuilder, for example, would likely imbue strength.
I pondered for a moment on what qualities Iâd even be giving Julienâs inner suit. However, instead of parts of myself being pulled in, I felt a path open. If that shirt had a mind, I imagined it being open like a blank book. In a sense, I felt the compulsion to choose what qualities to imbue myself. I did not take this opportunity lightly. For my driver to truly earn his victory, I had to choose a property that would only unlock his latent abilities, not supplement it. I chose to give him the same thing I gave him that day at the beach- understanding, support. I resolved to ease his only anxiety however I could, but not diminish from his innate racing strength. Though I no longer had a face to do it, I smiled at my handiwork.Â
Nate nearly collapsed in a heap as he finished weaving the last little bit of me inside. âThere, I did exactly as you said- weaved you in three pieces, to that shirt and those pants, and mapped your head to that balaclava. I also worked a little of my magic on the sensation, so youâll be able to experience all your senses throughout that suit. I know you didnât ask but letâs be real, we both know why you wanted thisâ. He winked.Â
I chuckled internally. Nate put his hands at his hips as he began to say goodbye. âThat race is starting soon so theyâll be in here in a moment. Iâll be taking my leave now⊠Stay safe out there. Iâll come back if I can and try to find you- and if not⊠well, weâll figure something outâ. It was Nateâs turn to gulp and I could tell that my new friend really would try his hardest to find me. However, it seemed like we both knew the reality neither of us would acknowledge- the chances of finding me after all this would be slim.
= = =
Bells rang as a rush of people flooded into the room. Guys were doing their pre-race warmups and rituals. I stirred a little as I searched for the sight or sound of my driver.Â
When he did not appear and the last call began to be announced, I worried for a second- had he run away? What was I even doing- would I even be helping? Hope began to dwindle until I heard shouting from the distance.
At last, Julien appeared by the door in a huff. He quickly stripped naked as he began to put me on- he was trembling. I could my astral heart churn. Poor guy must have been beyond nervous.Â
The first to move through me was his leg. With my senses jumbled, I felt Julienâs damp foot jammed in my mouth first, and then felt it move deeper and deeper down my non-existent throat. I felt myself swallow and conform around each foot, as the slight flavor of his foot sweat flooded my senses. It was just a little sour, but there was a sense of sweetness in his underlying musk. And with the way Nate had mapped out my senses, it felt like Julien was smearing them across my face, like he was unknowingly making me worship at his feet and up his legs as he put me on.
When I first felt his leg hairs graze me, I shivered in ecstasy. Like a muscular worm, it travelled down my insides, following the area where my actual leg would have been. Along the way, the hairs brushed across my core as they traveled down. It felt like an odd, violating tickle. Knowing it was Julien, unknowingly moving his body through me, violating my insides, it instead felt like safety. I would have been absolutely dripping wet and spent, had I not been turned into fabric. Instead, my new form prolonged the feeling. When all was said and done, I felt the bottom half of myself filled and whole, and the entirety of myself brimming with bliss.Â
As my waistband wrapped around Julienâs lower half with a satisfying smack, I was treated to the divine scent emanating from his nether regions. In truth, it was well sized, probably the upper end of average, but knowing it was a superstarâs dick imprinting itself through me, knowing it was Julienâs dick funk intensifying and integrating into my very fibers was more than enough for me. I was giddy and it seemed I was able to slightly affect the inner-wear I was possessing. Julien grunted in his throat as he felt me wrap tighter around his lower half. He scratched his balls and adjusted his dick through the fabric, and shivered momentarily as he felt me vibrate in elation.
Then came the shirt. I felt my driver crawl his way through me, tone arms snaking through my own. I shivered in satisfaction as my fabric draped over his defined chest, before resting where they should be- encapsulating Julienâs abs. I felt myself move in gratitude, compressing around his nipples as I played with them. The movement must have translated in real life, as I felt him transfix over his own body. My driverâs eyes glazed over as his body began to pull me out, as if to give me a show. Julien then began play with himself, nipples getting rock solid.Â
He ran sensual hands, over his chest and downhill midriff. His skin began to flush with color, as he plumped up a little from the bloodflow. A low guttural sound escaped Julienâs throat, practically moaning out an ââŠalâŠ.alâŠmostâŠâ.Â
Then, as soon as it started, it had ended. Still in a daze, Julien once again slithered into my upper half, this time his shivering in joy as his now-diamond-hard nipples grazed delightfully up my insides.Â
That bizarre little show must have gotten something out of him, as I felt myself awash in his body heat. It felt like security and belonging. Feeling Julienâs body heat emanate from deep within me, feeling his warmth touch every part of me- I was in paradise.
At last came the balaclava, his eyes peered through me and I felt myself conform around his face. When his plump lips touched my fabric, the rest of me seized. Â
Whether from nervousness, or from the stifling of my fabric, his breath shortened. The quicker paced air expelled by his body and through me shot tingles up my spine and through my ears. The air he huffed out was warm and wet, and I could feel it getting caught my fabric and in turn, my very being.Â
As he relaxed himself and his breathing slowed, I took note of the feel of his face through me. It was like I was reciprocating a permanent kiss, but one that encompassed my entire head. My thoughts felt dull and jumbled, like Julien himself was occupying my brain cavity- like I didnât need to think as he would be doing the thinking, for the both of us. Oddly, I began to feel some semblance of his thought pierce through my own. Nate had never described such a thing before, so I had no idea what to make of it. I paid the odd feeling no mind, as it was nothing short of true fulfillment.Â
Being now of fabric, I was stretched and contorted to fit his body shape. Form fitted into the perfect shape- the shape of my driver. In every sense, I sought to be the perfect inner-suit for him. I wanted to be worn by him proudly. His heart was still pounding in nervousness, but I embraced him the only way I could- through my tightening my hold on his body and a reflection of his own heat back- I liked to think some part of that had an affect on my driver, as he was no longer shaking.
He went to put on the outer layer suit, and god was it something. The outer-suit was a tight fit, so as he slipped us into it, I felt it compress me and my driver even tighter together. I had been sandwiched between Julien and his suit- not that I had any qualms about it. The smell pervading the air I was trapped in was incredible. Deodorant that smelled of menthol and sandalwood, but an undercurrent of Julienâs musk. My driverâs scent.Â
= = =
As he walked to the crowd, I felt him raise his hand, waving it across his adoring fans.Â
Little did he know he was wearing one of them.
It felt good to be worn. It felt good to be moved by him. It felt good for Julienâs movements to be at the core of my own.Â
I heard and felt the low hum of the engine as they waited. The day was sunny and there was a soft breeze through the air. All in all, a perfect day for a race-Â and I was in the perfect position to experience it. It was heaven being worn like this. I laid in the contentment of stillness, partially by the stillness of my wearer. We sat there for a few minutes. From his steady breathing, this must have been a bit relaxing for him as well. It felt like enjoying a nice picnic with my un-knowing driver.Â
Then, in a flash, all that vanished. It was like a shift in the very air itself between the racers. The air around us thickened while the audience began to quiet.Â
Julien gulped and I felt a stray bead of sweat from his forehead dot my fabric.Â
Tense.Â
Knuckles gripped white.Â
Foot frozen above the pedal.Â
The hum of the cars became a roar as the a loud buzzer rang and the race began.Â
In a split second, in reflex not earned, I felt the my leg pulled forward as Julien pushed the pedal.
Even in my astral state, I felt my stomach dip as I was pulled forward and the car accelerated at a breakneck pace.Â
The sound of cars roaring past.Â
The feel of wind buffeting.Â
Then, a slow and steady breath from Julien. My compass. I focused on his breathing, matching it to my own vibration as it brought me back to center.
I couldnât help but laugh at the mix of anxiety and release. A race was fun enough to watch on a screen. More-so in person. But, actually being there? Actually feeling the thrill of having yourself rocket past as a part of it? It was an entirely different experience. For lack of a better word, I felt in true sync with him.Â
Julien quickly overtook the vast majority of racers, placing himself squarely in third.Â
He bit his lip as his brain churned.Â
It was almost as if I could tell the next movement he was about to make.Â
And in fact, his body telegraphed the maneuver.Â
Then came the cloud I felt he was always bothered by.Â
A momentâs hesitation brought about by his mind.Â
In that split second instance, he was passed by another person and dropped to fourth. I felt his shoulders slump in self-deprecation.Â
This was it. This was where I was needed.
I focused relaying back the dull pleasure I felt in being worn back to him. That seemed to have done a bit of work, as I felt my driverâs grip tightened as he focused back and moved to close the gap.
The car whooshed past third, and I could feel the wind begin to encapsulate us tighter. I fed him more of my pleasure, wrapped over and tackling his anxiety myself. I constricted tighter around his thighs and felt them buckle slightly as his hip thrusted forward. He was moaning. In my fabric confines, I screamed euphoric. âFuck,â was all I could think as I felt his rod harden inside me, then through me. In my stretchy form, I adapted to his shape, and I felt every moment of it. I was huffing internally as I tried to scream and grab at something to manage the wave after wave of pleasure I felt. Instead, I felt myself constrict around his biceps. He let out an uncharacteristic grunt as I felt his muscles flex.Â
âYeah⊠like that.â Julien moaned. I was surprised he hadnât driven us into a wall by this point and would have been surprised by his words, had I not been entirely preoccupied by the onslaught of euphoria. It felt like every part of myself was being rammed by him. He thrusted forward again, thickened and rock-hard and now dripping with sweat, as I yielded to the emotion.Â
Surrender.Â
All rationality left me as I felt myself consumed by our bliss. I felt his sweat glide and pool all throughout me, and his rank natural odor intensify through me. I wanted more of it.Â
Greedily, I sucked up every ounce of him, feeling his grime and sweat pervade through me and inside me. I moved across his body, constricting and sucking till my fabric clung to my driver like a layer of skin.Â
I could no longer smell the deodorant he had on, long since replaced by heat and moisture and his miasma.Â
Once I was impossibly tight around him, I swallowed every part of him even further, squeezing and integrating every ounce of his perspiration for myself.Â
As I did, Julienâs moves became clearer- measured. Every turn a calculated maneuver as he glided across the asphalt. I felt myself shift left and right with him as we raged for our place. Then⊠the road evened. Â
Julien had secured second place.Â
We quickly made work of second as well and blazed straight through to first. In the distance I heard the roar of what I could only assume was the crowd.Â
We were still moving unbelievably fast, but there was a bit lucidity now. I no longer felt myself needing to hold back his anxiousness, though I wasnât sure how much of it was me actually helping at this point.
Instead, I felt an odd sensation through me and our synced mind. It was- recognition. âThanks, partner,â I felt him think. I dared not speak in my mind further, not knowing if he knew of my presence in his clothing or how heâd even feel about it. I didnât have to worry long. Before I could consider any options, I felt a reassurance wash over me from him. âI know itâs you.âÂ
I then heard something sweet come from deep within me. A soft tenor coursed over every bit of myself, as vibrations roused throughout. Instantly, my attention was drawn to the driver wearing me.
He was humming.
His ease and enjoyment itself was all I needed to know I had made the right decision. For in this moment was an experience that would stay with the both of us, and one that only we had the privilege of sharing. A private moment shared between two.Â
He did a little dance in his seat as he hummed, and I giggled in our semi-shared mind. I then felt another emotion of Julienâs penetrate me. It was a stirring of something I had not known to ever come from him. Cockiness.Â
With his voice still in a song-like cadence, and a childish playfulness, he reverberated a thought throughout me before proceeding to speak them. âLetâs show these people what we- what this new an improved Julien Michel can really do. Keep sucking me dry- Weâre gonna break some records.â
Commanding me. Calling himself improved with me, calling us both by his name was enough to rile me up- he didnât have to tell me twice.Â
I dutifully wrapped around my driver tighter, as I felt him floor the car.Â
Through the face-mask that I had become, I could feel the imprint of his smile widen through me, causing my astral self to make the very same face. Oh fuck.
The heat around us increased and the engine screamed as we rocketed past.
I could feel the heat in our bodies increase as well.Â
The car was near flames as the winds rushing through the vehicle became a tempest from our acceleration.Â
Julienâs face morphed to one of euphoria. His mouth hung slack-jawed and his eyes closed briefly as we both felt our climax dawn.
Iâm not sure which one of us played out the intrusive thought, or where it originated, but the only word reverberating through our synced mind was, âCloser.â
Recognition of my astral self and Julienâs began to blur.Â
âKeep goingâ was all he said, as he was squirming in his seat in pleasure. Pure hedonism.
As he writhed, he only served to intensify the sounds of the rubber and leather, the sounds of the seat and suit and my fabric rubbing upon each other. My senses were flooded by a mix of his own and the feeling of his bare, sweaty skin rubbing upon my own.Â
I drank the sweat from his every follicle, which had only served to fuel my greed for him further. I was drunk on his essence.Â
In turn, Julien must have felt my own as he could only exclaim a breathless, âFuckâ, as he gyrated even deeper. I was still dripping with Julien when I felt an invasion of him in my head- it was an invasion I welcomed much as he had welcomed mine. In that moment, I felt our minds interlace even closer and it became clear what had been putting my driver in so much heat- me- he was thrashing about and pleasuring himself in the thought of wearing me on himself. He had also been fantasizing about being worn, borrowing my senses to get off on the idea. Naturally, I followed suit and did the same. Â
In the heat of the still-accelerating car, distinction began to blur. I thought back to Nateâs words about his predecessors. About the techniques with which the weaved astral forms to and fro. About imbuing items.
I moved on instinct as I felt myself begin to detach from the fabric.Â
Imbue.Â
No space to think clearly on what.Â
Myself.Â
I made a leap of faith and felt a gravity from his body reciprocate. I was being received to a new, welcoming home- Julien Michel.Â
As threads of my spirit began to penetrate his, I felt his pull as he greedily lapped up more of me, interlacing and integrating me into himself. The process was surreal. The pain and pleasure was even more transcendent. I could feel myself move in and out, weaving his physical form to his astral one, and weaving myself in between them. There was no resistance at all- in fact both his body and soul seemed to encourage it.
Julienâs unfocused eyes laid lazily on the stretch of road in front of us. His mouth still hung upon as drool began to escape. We could only moan as we continued our bonding.Â
By instinct, our body moved to turn properly, and the burning car sped even further. Despite the grinding on the seat, our every movement as it pertained to the race was precise. Measured. Perfect.
Sweat dripped from our eyes, and the musk that brewed within our suit intensified. Flames began to appear and wrap around the car as we could make out the finish line. We welcomed the flame, welcomed the transformative heat as we felt it bake the suit containing our body. It was consummation.Â
I felt myself become one with Julien as the heat welded our two woven souls into one. That seemed to do it, as was the last thing we did before the process completed- unconditional surrender. We surrendered to each other as our shared body surrendered to its impulses. The car rocketed into the finish line, we screamed, and climaxed into a new state of being.
That was the first time I came as Julien. We sat in the stillness for a second, heart pounding and basking in the afterglow as the last of Julienâs cum seeped out of our shared dick- we were one.
The car slowed to halt as the staff began to douse everything to extinguish the flames. Naturally, we were unharmed, though still twitching in the adrenaline coursing through us from the single greatest orgasm in both of our lives. I felt him recede a little, as he sought to show me what it was like to pilot the body of a record breaker and the now-number one driver in the world. I chuckled, hearing Julienâs laugh come out of me for the first time like music. My driver has earned his rest.
As I removed the helmet, with hair slick with sweat and body covered in our grime, I looked upon the world through Julienâs eyes for the first time- to the crowd watching intently. I raised my hands and it roared to life. They were chanting âJulienâ. They were chanting me. Confetti exploded through the air as if to celebrate with me.Â
= = =
Nate rushed over after the race ended, in the body of a guard.Â
Through Julienâs eyes and our heightened state of being, we noticed it was him piloting the guard, twitching slightly whenever no one was looking.Â
Likely, the guardâs body was beginning to reject him.Â
Nate made his way to the garbage bin, eyeing the discarded, filthy suit and a look of worry began to wash over him.
I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
âNateâŠ. Itâs fine.â I gave the guard a quick peck on the cheek-intended for Nate before sighing dreamily. âBetter than fine- and I have you to thank for all this.â
âB-but.. how? How did you- and himâŠâ He looked dumbfounded, but recognition began to dawn as he saw my bodyâs new soul- it was Julienâs own soul, and mine, turned one.Â
Still in the afterglow of the new body I now shared with Julien, I stroked my new cheek, shivering at the sensations I felt. Hearing Julienâs voice come out of my mouth would never get old. âTwice.â
âTwice?â
âThat power... It came twice this generation.â I smiled, as Nate beamed back in understanding.Â
âHoly Shit..â Nate whispered through the red flush on the guardâs face as he tugged on Julienâs skin, watching it provide no give or resistance to the merged souls it was bonded with. âWell, I suppose thatâs one less body in the world to possess... Weâll be in touchâ.Â
In a flash, the guardâs eyes rolled to their sockets as he shook himself free. âI- uh⊠huh?â I patted the confused man on the shoulder, smiling. He smiled politely in response, before scratching the back of his head in confusion and walking back to his post.
I looked over at the mirror, looked into my new beautiful autumn eyes. I watched my new arm, running my other hand through it as I felt it dematerialize. The astral remnant looked just like Julienâs arm. I looked deep inside to the Julien that was still in there with me, the Julien that had freely given himself to me as I spoke to our reflection again.Â
âTwiceâ.
-End Pt. 2-
Hope that was a fun read.Â
I tried to keep it as sweet as I could, but⊠you know me đ€Ș. Hopefully my lack of racing knowledge wasnât a detriment to this one, haha. Happy Holidays!
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