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Personal Training

By Cody Blast

Tucker dipped down, his quadriceps flaring hard under his gray spandex shorts. He was grunted out the last rep on a medium weight set and hack squats were hardly his favorite. He was thankful that his gym had a machine designed for their use, that his gym had a full range of equipment, all the stuff you’d need to really build your body. It was why he was so desperate to become a personal trainer here and why he was so happy when he finally got the job. A job that, currently, had him here one hour past closing with Herbert. Herbert. His very odd, very rich client. As the young trainer re-racked the weight, he shook out his leg muscles, letting the tan, hairless flesh tense the tight, clingy material of his shorts. He was a physique competitor as well, and the scandalously high cut of his outfit showed off his lower body exceptionally well. His limbs look cut from marble, the powerful cuts of muscle perfectly proportioned, from his hamstrings down to his thick, bulbous quads. At twenty-one years old, he was already bursting onto the fitness scene locally and he had planned to make it nationally. His torso, encased in a matching gray compression top – no sleeves of course – matched the rest of him. A painfully tight waist genetically blessed with eight even blocks of muscle, an expansive chest that was heaving up and down now with the intensity of his session, the shelf of pectorals hanging over his abs matched by the pleasant V-taper of his lats, his cannon ball biceps matched by explosive triceps fighting a war of tone and size, his perfect basketball round ass. And his face. Sandy blond hair, dark blue eyes, high cheekbones. The face of an angel, girls would giggle to each other as they fantasized about being under him, being impaled by his hefty ten-inch cock. He didn’t earn the nickname “Beer Can” on his high school wrestling team for his propensity to drink. Tucker looked at himself in the mirror and flexed. He looked good. These full body weight lifting sessions, however, were exhausting. A proper personal trainer knew focusing on different body parts each day was the way to go for a beginner like Herbert, but every so often the strange, round, short old guy would insist his trainer show him all the exercises they had gone through during the week and then some. And he’d record Tucker doing all of them. Sure it crept Tucker right the fuck out, sure he assumed Herbert went home and jerked off watching the videos, but he was charging one-hundred dollars an hour and the money was good. Besides, when you looked like him, when you had his body? People are going to fantasize. That’s what Tucker figured.

Herbert wasn’t all bad, just weird. As Tucker looked in the mirror, he caught sight of his client and realized just how different they were. Where Tucker was six feet, Hebert was five and a half. Where Tucker had bright blue eyes and a thick head of stylish blond hair, Herbert had dull brown eyes hidden behind glasses and comb-over littered with gray. Where Tucker’s features were pretty and masculine, Herbert’s were all slightly off – big crooked nose, flabby cheeks, and sunken eyes. Where Tucker’s body was packed with dense muscle, Herbert looked weighed down with fat. Where Tucker was young, Herbert was nearly three times his age at fifty-nine. Where Tucker was teaching him his way around the weight room, Herbert had insisted Tucker study risk management.

Risk fucking management. It was another odd little quirk about the client, that he would demand his personal trainer work on the skills Herbert used every day at his office. Tucker had refused, of course, but the portly older gentleman assured him he wanted to pass his knowledge on to a new generation, that he had no kids, that he would pay double session fees for every hour Tucker studied, and he would find someone who would agree to do it anyway so why not take the money. “Besides,” Herbert had said, “you never know when you might need an entirely different set of skills. You won’t be able to bodybuild forever.”

“Sure,” Tucker had thought, “probably only for another thirty years.” That was the problem with nerds like Herbert. Having never been in top shape, he assumed it was impossible to attain. The blond knew better, and besides he had passed every single test that Herbert had thrown at him and earned bonus money. At one hundred an hour, Tucker was making bank. Herbert, for his part, was keen on studying every exercise, every detail about nutrition and supplementation, every part of the human body and training’s effect on them he could. If only he would apply it. “Okay,” Tucker said, pulling up on the waistband of his shorts. It made his dick bounce lewdly in his outfit. Herbert stared and practically drooled. Inwardly, Tucker laughed. It was too easy. “That’s about it with weight training, brah. Lets move on to some cardio.” His easy Southern California lilt was intoxicating to Herbert.

“Um, ah,” Herbert said, his eyes dragging up the youth’s body towards his face, “I, ah, have this new piece of equipment I’m dying to try out.” Herbert race-waddled over to his bag and pulled out what looked like a half-dozen leather rings of various size. “Before, um, before we move on to the cardio-vascular portion of the evening, I was hoping you could try on a set and, um, I could try on a set and we could… compare the readings before and after our work out.” Tucker padded over and looked at the items. “Where do they go, man? Like, wrists?” Herbert started handing the rather heavy, steal-like items over. “Well,” the business consultant said, blushing a bit, “one around either wrist, one around either ankle… your neck,” he paused a bit breathing in and then almost whispering despite the fact they were the only two in the gym, “the smallest one goes around the base of your, ah, your pe-um, your penis.” Tucker burst out laughing, his pectorals throbbing. He looked at the older man, dressed in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. The guy seemed earnest. And serious. Tucker clenched his strong jaw and nodded, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, I mean, fuck it. Whatever, dude. This is our final session, right brah? You’ve been a good client, real dedicated. I’ll head in the locker room and put ‘em on. I wanna change clothes anyway, these are a little sweaty. You can change here on the floor, no one’s around.” Well, Herbert seemed so deliriously delighted that Tucker actually felt happy for the little fat guy. Like he was doing him a huge, life-changing favor by agreeing to test the silly fitness gear. He walked to the lockers, bubble butt rolling with each step and he knew Herbert was watching. Whatever. Give the guy a show. Once inside the locker area, he stripped out of his clothing, kicked his weight-lifting shoes off, and peeled out of his socks. Tucker took a minute to admire his own body in the mirror.

Sure he wasn’t happy about having to remove most of his body hair for physique shows, but he couldn’t complain about the end result. Sculpted thighs, abs from marvel, notoriously hard-to-train calves that were enviously proportioned, nice thick pecs, and a killer back. All capped by a perfect tan and a dick no chick could refuse. He wondered idly if the pear-shaped, pale client he was training ever jerked off looking at himself in a mirror. He shrugged, then slipped the wrist cuffs on and locked them in place. He rubbed over them. They felt smooth, like there was no groove to show where they had been locked in. He repeated his motions with the ankle cuffs and the one around his neck. With each new collar, Tucker felt a surge. Almost a buzz. Like pure sexual energy. That fat ten incher between his legs practically twitched. Weird, he thought. Grabbing his balls and shaft gingerly for fear of sprouting an impossible-to-hide erection, Tucker completed the last step of the journey and circled a ring around the base of his dick. He though the last ‘click’ sounded loud, like a prison door closing shut, but he shook that off. Had to be his imagination.

Tucker reached into his locker and grabbed a pair of loose running shorts, but then he spotted a pair of nearly translucent white spandex compression shorts. They’d be small on him. Last time he wore them for squats under his regular work out clothes and he remembered thinking it was like a Speedo with just a hint of leg covering. And if he were to sweat the thing would be invisible. Tucker was feeling overly hot, sexualized… like he needed to display his body. He grabbed the material and forced it up his body, groaning a bit when he tucked his dick into place. Yeah, his dick was hard now, that monster snaking over his thigh. And you could see it, dinted as his all over tan was by the material, he looked nearly undressed. He couldn’t go out there like this and yet here he was, walking to the floor again, his body compelled. “Tucker,” Herbert sputtered when he saw the young man. He was used to seeing the trainer’s body in all manner of revealing dress, but not quite this revealing. “You, ah, you look very good m’boy. Very good.” “Th-thanks brah,” Tucker stammered. “It’s important to… wear material that’s not gonna get in the way of your run.” He lied, he didn’t need to dress like a cheap hooker for some light cardio, but he was hot. He was hot and confused, and harder than he had ever been in his life, which was saying something given his sexual history. Tucker got onto the treadmill, steadying himself on the guardrails. His heart was fluttering as if he had taken a caffeine heavy pre-workout. “Let’s start out light, we’ll move up gradually in speed.” Tucker set the incline at a small upwards slant. He set the speed at a walking pace and started to warm up. “Nonsense,” Herbert bellowed, reaching over his treadmill and pumping up Tucker’s numbers. “If we want to test out these new, er, fitness bands we really need to get your heart rate up.” He was taking a much more authoritative role than Tucker was used to. “W-wait,” Tucker said meekly as the treadmill’s pace went from a stroll to a job to an all out sprint. His dick wobbled up and down in his shorts, his legs pumping hard to accommodate the pace. Why didn’t he just reach out and turn the machine down, why didn’t he step off? It was as if he wasn’t in control of his own body anymore, as if he felt compelled to work his physique to its absolute limit. “About thirty minutes should do,” Herbert smiled, reaching over to give Tucker’s bubble butt a firm, open palmed smack. “I’m going to enjoy that,” he says nearly under his breath. Not that Tucker would be able to pay attention anyway. The heat radiating from his cock and hefty, lemon sized balls jostling for space between his impossibly ripped thighs. He gasped as sweat started to coat his body, making the tan muscles shin and ripple in the softly dinted light of the gymnasium. Herbert, for his part, was walking along on his on machine, enjoying the sight of Tuckers too-tight shorts slowly turning invisible. After thirty minutes had passed, Herbert reached over and pressed the emergency stop button on Tucker’s treadmill. “Good,” he said cheerily as Tucker panted heavily. The older man walked behind him, grabbed a handful of his ass, and guided him to the Stairmaster. “Let’s get you for another thirty minutes of hardcore cardio,” the businessman said, sounding confident, in charge.

“No, please, I—“ Tucker was protesting like a reluctant first-timer at the club. “Nonsense,” Herbert said, “you just have to push yourself. Visualize success.” Visualize success. That’s what Tucker said, that was his damn catchphrase and now here this tubby jerk was using it on him as if he was the couch potato and Herbert was the hot jock. He wanted to protest, but the stairs were starting and Herbert was pushing him up the stairs, hands on his ass forcefully. The blond was exhausted, his body was throbbing and exhausted, and the black collars around his various limbs and appendages felt as if they were heating up. Tucker could see himself in one of the many mirrors in the complex, he knew he was sweating hard, but he didn’t realize he was glistening. His shorts had practically soaked through, disappearing on his flesh. His fat bitch-breaking dick was on display and impossibly harder. And why did Herbert look so comfortable. Sure, his stairs weren’t moving as quickly, but the little man was still working. He did not, however, look as exhausted or as out of control as the twenty-something. Another half hour had past, the clock on the wall was reading one o’clock am, and Tucker felt like he very much wanted to go home.

“Come along now, we’re hardly done here tonight,” the older man said, pulling at the waistband of the kid’s shorts, pulling at them forcefully. As he yanked the flimsy garment forward it began to tear away, Tucker’s chunk of a cock slapping out at his lower abdominal muscles. Standing there completely naked now, Herbert simply grabbed at the dazed personal trainer’s cock and pulled him towards one of the open floor areas. “Ugh,” Tucker drooled, the braces over his neck, groin, arms and legs are heating up hard, almost as if they were vibrating. He hit his knees on the ground and gazed up at the male who was forcing him into this situation. His brain told him to get up, to run, but the pulsating heat around his cock was keeping him firmly in place. “Mymy,” Walter said, drinking in the sight of the nubile, muscular young man. “From the way you dressed, I had a pretty good idea of what you looked like naked. It’s why I chose you, but I don’t think I ever imagined your dick would be this big. I fell in love with those abs and your pecs, but I don’t wanna overlook your ass,” he said, slowly circling the trainer like a shark circling prey. “Please… sir,” Tucker whined, never having used such a respectful term to refer to the businessman before. “I, I… I’m so hot.” “Excellent,” Herbert chirped. He pulled his cock out, the stiff prick wasn’t much to look at, possibly three inches max and not entirely thick. It didn’t stop the older man from grabbing a tuft of Tucker’s blond hair and forcing his mouth to accept the prick. “Mmmph!” Tucker squirmed as his soft mouth wrapped around Herbert’s prick. Big blue eyes seemed to go cross so hard that he could almost see the brownish skin on his nose. He struggled at first, his traps bunching up as he shifted on his knees. Of course he had never sucked a dick before, and the sensation was new. Refocusing his eyes, the stud got a look at himself in the side mirrors. A glistening, muscular young man doing his damndest to service an older gentleman. His cheeks sucked in and his lips pursed as his face bobbed up and down on the smallish cock. Herbert at this point was panting heavily himself. Pulling out of that warm mouth he tousled the fit younger male’s hair. “Say good-bye to that feeling, kiddo. You’ll have a lot less to deal with pretty soon,” he grunted, looking down at his cock. “Yeah, I think this is pretty well lubed up for what we have to do next.” He moved behind Tucker’s broad back and pushed him forward, sending the blond to all fours. Triceps flared hard as that tight lower back flexed, sending that bubble butt into the air.

With some difficulty, Herbert dropped to his knees.

“Please, ugh,” Tucker groan, his ten inches of meat throbbing painfully in front of him, bouncing off his chiseled stomach. It oozed pre-cum. “Please… I need—“

“Oh, you’ll get what you need. We’ll both get what we need,” Herbert scowled and pushed his dick into that ass. Despite the small penis, it was a difficult fit. Tucker had never been fucked before, and his ass was not giving up his virginity easily. Herbert worked hard, cramming his flesh inside of his personal trainer. The collars around each man were spinning now, rotating at a furious pace. Herbert started to grind into Tucker, his soft stomach rebounding off the two globes of hard flesh that made up the ass he was fucking. “Aw shit,” Tucker groaned, his thighs trembling. The pace of the thrusts was picking up, the steady pamph-pamph-pamph of flesh against flesh beginning to echo through the entire gymnasium. Tucker was moaning and whining, shifting uncomfortably as he took the small dick.

“Gonna cum,” he said, his head hanging low. Herbert awkwardly reached for a scrap of paper he had in his sweat pants and tossed it on the ground. “Read that first,” he said, giving Tucker’s toned outer thigh a firm, open palmed smack. “Read that and I guarantee you will,” Herbert panted, “you will have the most intense orgasm of your young life. Tucker looked down, his arms sandwiching his pecs, the big inflated rocks smashing hard together. Blue eyes danced around a bit, desperately trying to focus on the words on his rock hard body was tossed around with each aggressive fuck-thrust. As blond hair tosses around on his head, Tucker was finally able to read. The paper was unfolded neatly, the wording printed in nice, full block letters. “I fully consent – ah brah, oh fuck brah,” Tucker said as his hefty testicles swelled up. He knew he wasn’t in control of himself, his buff body flexing wildly with each pump of dick. His muscular flesh writhed desperately. He wanted to feel good so badly. He needed to feel good. “I fully consent to let the a-ancient rings exchange my body, my age, and my face for yours.” He looked over his shoulder at the aggressive top. Herbert looked victorious in a dark sort of way. “And I fully consent to let the ancient rings exchange my body, age, and face for yours,” Herbert smiled. His slightly crooked teeth and weak chin made him look like a particularly ugly rat. “Now accept this fluid as the charge,” he barked as if reciting a memorized line. He came. He ejaculated hard into Tucker’s firm, perfect ass. It wasn’t a powerful orgasm, no. That was for Tucker to achieve. That blunt dick lurched and spasmed and thick, ropey white cum blasted out of the shaft with fervent energy. There was so much of it, and it was dumping out of his balls like a fire hose releasing water. “OhhOOOhhh,” Tucker moaned and came and came and came.

Herbert reached under his personal trainer, stroked the pulsating dick a couple times and brought his hand up to his mouth. He licked at his fingers and smiles, his slender chest heaving up and down. “That should do it,” he smiled and slowly pulled out of Tucker’s melon ass. Tucker was confused, the sexual fog slowly living from his mind. He scrambled forward a bit and shook his head. “The fuck did I just do? The fuck did you make me do?” He spun around, getting ready to lunge at Herbert. His athletic form went into motion and for a second Herbert seemed downright terrified. Then the rings around both men pulsed and it began. Tucker fell backwards as Herbert doubled over. A soft hum filled the gym as Tucker arched his back and moaned.

His abdominal muscles clenched and relaxed and clenched and relaxed, and with each flex seemed to look a little softer. Tucker looked down his torso and felt at his stomach, the pain jolting his entire body. He was a guy who had abs since he was sixteen years old and now they looked softer. And was that a light dusting of hair. His brain didn’t have time to process much of anything as the sensation was moving up to his pecs. The throbbing forced flex was feeling less and less tight with each passing moment. Counter-intuitively, his dick was raging hard again and Tucker felt like the entire length was being deep throated. “Aww fuuuck,” he moaned wildly as his tan began to lighten. Herbert was surprised at the force. He didn’t expect the change to feel this way at all. It actually hurt. As if his body had gone through fifty intense workout sessions in a row and he was waking up the next day to the soreness. Then he looked down and saw his midsection. Abs! He actually had abs. Sure it looked weird, a densely packed stomach around the rest of his body but despite the chimera state of his physique, he knew— All of his thoughts were cut off. Both men wailed. Herbert was slowly being stretched upwards, his height rapidly increasing. In contrast, Tucker was being compressed. It made the new flab on his stomach protrude further. Both men were awash with physical sensation, both were climaxing repeatedly. As the trainer’s thick dick jerked up and down, however, it started to shrink. “N-no, not my dick,” Tucker feebly moaned, pulling on his shaft to try to bring it back to his full size. He was only dimly aware that his pecs had faded to nothing. As his penis was reduced to three thin inches, he felt a weird contraction in his throat. Smaller balls, less testosterone, different vocal chords. His baritone voice was being permanently altered into a soft tenor. Herbert’s own cock was expanding rapidly. The older man was climaxing repeatedly and instead of feeling depleted, his balls seemed to surge in size with each pump of cum. Each pulse made his dick grow and widen. To Herbert it was like being shot full of testosterone. And where his personal trainer was finding his once hard body grow softer and softer, Herbert was feeling his body turn to well worked steel. His pale, blotchy skin was turning into a golden brown, smooth surface. Not an unsightly hair or varicose vein to be seen. The entire process was erotic, and as his body changed he fell forward to his hands and knees. For a moment the two men stared at each other, each moaning and panting. The transformation seemed to pause for a moment, Herbert with his still older head sitting atop a body that would make an underwear model weep with envy, and Tucker with his youthful face on what would be generously described as a misshapen, hairy pear. Then, as the metal collars around their respective necks began to twirl, their faces starts to morph. Herbert felt his nose practically sucking in, bones rearranging to give him high cheeks. His scalp started to itch as he could feel hair growing in at the top. The former risk assessment manager could only laugh inwardly as he saw Tucker’s nose become a crooked mess with a deviated septum. His blond hair recessing into a dirty black and grey trim with a bald pate. Herbert also assumed his eyes had taken on a blue tinge as Tucker’s became brown, their features swapping completely as the former twenty-one year old’s face became fat. In short, Herbert looked exactly the way Tucker did an hour ago, and Tucker was now a replica of sixty-minutes ago Herbert. “Holy fuck it worked!” Herbert shouted in his new California-infused lilt. Even their vocal chords seem to have rearranged.

There was a moment when the two men stared at each other in the large gym mirrors. Tucker looked at the massive bicep and internally told his mind to move it. Instead, a soft looking stick raised up in the air. He held it there for a minute, examining his new rotund form. The hair belly. The bald pate with the bad comb-over, and his spindly legs. The body next to him radiated warmth and strength. He could see those juicy pecs heave up and down with each breath. The former personal trainer looked up, looked at his lost height advantage. He suddenly felt very, very weary and with a sudden rush passed out on the floor. The next thing Tucker felt was being dragged along the gym floor to the locker room. He still hadn’t gained full awareness, but he could make out, in sudden spurts of vision, a very round ass bouncing gently as equally thick hamstrings strained to carry the weight. As his vision went from focused to unfocused, he felt himself placed in a shower. Warm water hit his body and he groaned. He could swear that he heard a soft chuckle next to him and a voice mutter, “I can’t believe how big my cock is.”

He was being dragged again, dried off. The blur of his vision started to fade, but his strength was shot. He felt stiff, sore. Tucker felt his legs being picked up and could see a pair of large Hanes briefs being put on him. Followed by dingy grey sweats. The wall of muscle controlling him squatted down and sat him up. Leaning against a chiseled physique sent a jolt of energy to Tucker’s cock. With growing panic, he realized that the ‘jump’ he felt in his dick was weaker, and definitely much smaller. As a large white t-shirt was placed on his upper body, he started to come back to reality. The young man he saw before him walked over to his locker. “A singlet! Fuckin’ perfect.” Herbert was elated. He knew the gym provided their trainers with singlets as uniforms, but for some reason Tucker never cared for them. Well. That was going to change. He cooed as he slid his hairless legs into the clingy light blue fabric. Without a jock, his dick hung lewdly in his lap. As Herbert adjusted the straps on his shoulders, he flared out his lats and laughed before turning to Tucker.

“W-wha—“ Tucker was silenced with a hand in front of his face. “Here’s how this is going to work,” Herbert smiled with his new dazzlingly white teeth. “My name is now Tucker Powers. Twenty one year old personal trainer and, might I add, quite the stud.” The new Herbert didn’t quite know what to say. “You’re Herbert Wellington, fifty-nine year old risk management expert.” The new Tucker flexed his right arm as if to make a point. “Don’t worry, I’m… well, you are only three years away from retirement. You did well enough on those tests I gave you to at least continue consulting.” He looked at the clock and new Herbert looked at him. New Herbert didn’t like that he was already thinking of new Tucker as beautiful. “Damn. Nearly six o’clock. Gym should be open soon,” the personal trainer said as he looked at his client. “Let’s hit the floor.” The risk manager shook his head. “No… no! This isn’t right I won’t—“ “Hey,” Tucker said and stepped forward. Herbert could feel the heat radiating from the bodybuilder’s form. “You let me train you and, if you’re good, I might let you suck this hose,” the blond said and firmly gripped his cock through the spandex. Despite himself, Herbert found himself nodding, rising, feel compelled. His new body has a whole new host of sexual urges. And the thought of seeing that glorious body nude was driving him towards the squat rack. He was positive he could get his body back. Positive! He was just a little distracted because, as Tucker demonstrated perfect squat form with 270lbs on the bar, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at the way his ass clenched at the top of the motion and how his abs flexed to keep his body in alignment. He’d get his body back, but if he did this set his trainer would let him suck that dick and that was what was important. As Tucker took his plates off and loaded five pound weights on either side, an eager looking kid approached the pair and gazed up and down at the singlet wearing youth. “Wow,” the kid said, mouth agape. “Man, I hope you don’t mind me saying but I so wanna look like you.” The new Tucker steadied his hands on his overweight clients hips. Despite the light weight, the guy was gonna tip sidewise. “Alright man, good rep,” he said then turned to the kid. He curled up both his arms into a double bicep pose. “You can get there, kid,” Tucker said wolfishly as he glanced at his hapless client. “I’m a testament to a solid diet, dedication, conditioning and good old fashioned personal training.”

Source: “Personal Training” by Cody Blast on CYOC

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Can you point us to other blogs that has swap, possession and etc to us. Most of the other blogs either empty or abandon after the great Tumblr NSFW purge

Yeah! I’m POSITIVE I’m going to leave some really great writers out, but off the top of my head here are some active ones:

@thepossessiondude

@verus-veritas

@malebodyswappingstories

@malebodyswap45

@bodyswappingandshit

@makingrealalphas

@samsm2mstories

@tfxtime

@mrcavanaughtf

@henrycavbsc

@theundergroundstories

@bodyswapmischief

@bodyswap-possession-shapeshift

Again, there are TONS that I’m sure I’ve left out, but thankfully some of these have their following tabs unlocked where you can find several other awesome writers.

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Afternoon Delight

I came back from class early in the afternoon, my head nearly hitting the top of the door. Shit, I’m never gonna get used to that. I’m so fucking tall now that I recognize the risk of conking my head on everything under 6’7”. Hell, in the older buildings on campus, I do have to duck to enter some of the rooms. I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth though.

I start my daily routine—or at least it’s daily so long as Miguel is around—of disrobing at the door. I really ought to start leaving hooks and hangers by the door so I don’t have to leave everything on the ground. Sure, it’s college and wearing a tank top and shorts to class is pretty much expected, but I still like my shit to stay clean. Maybe Miguel can do something about that...

He’s always been so generous. I mean, he didn’t have to give his roommate a rocking bod like this, he could’ve just kept his gifts to himself. And yeah, even though his daily servicing could be considered my “dues” for staying like this, I don’t think of it that way.

What, hot jocks like me aren’t supposed to like taking/giving dick to/from other dudes? Well, I wasn’t exactly a jock before I met Miguel and it’s only because I was scouted on campus that I’m on the lacrosse team. I also wasn’t into dudes before I met Miguel, for that matter, but what can I say? He’s very... convincing... and he somehow always gets his way. It’s like whatever he wants, it comes into existence. Kinda god-like, really, or a genie or something. I mean, he didn’t want me to be as much of a brainy nerd as I was, studying like hell nightly for O. Chem or whatever I was studying before, and look at me now! Happily studying sports managment! Sure, I dont know a bunch of useless science shit anymore, but who needs it? I’m happier, hornier, and healthier now with Miguel. What a guy...

We’re a strict no shoes household—just leave them at the door so you don’t track shit in!—but we’re also a strict no pants household. Not that I mind that either; Miguel made sure—in addition to my nearly 7 foot frame, my mouthwatering bod, my chistled muscles, my natural athletic ability, my kiwi-sized nuts, my endless supply of explorative sexcapades, and my pert, tight ass—that I had a cock that could make donkeys jealous. Not just donkeys, either, the dudes on the lacrosse team—or at least those who aren’t sucking my cock at any opportunity—just sit and drop their jaws when I hit the showers, my cock dangling nearly hallway down my thighs and my nuts hanging low and heavy and slapping my legs with each step. Plus, I’m sure it’s nice to have something like this greeting you at the door every day.

Anyways, time to see whether Miguel is in the mood to top or bottom today...

“Yo, Miguel! Where you at, bro? Time to fuck or get fucked, bud, your choice!” I called through the apartment.

“In the bathroom, give me a sec!”

‘Give him a sec,’ please, it’s not like either of us recognized privacy in our house anymore.

I went to his bathroom and he was standing over the toilet pissing a loud, heavy stream into the bowl out of his gorgeous, shaved dick (he insisted that we both stay hairless down there). He noticed me and opened his mouth as though he was gonna say something but closed it, deciding not to, after he saw me come in wearing nothing but my underwear. He cocked his head up greeting me. I returned it with the same.

I gestured to his cock, still dumping piss into the toilet, “You’re just gonna waste all of that?”

He chuckled, “Sorry, bro, too little too late.” His stream finally subsided and his shook his ample cock before flushing. He pulled his boxers up over his manhood, washed his hands, and then leaned against the doorframe. He looked me up and down, admiring his handiwork, “Did you go to class like that?”

I looked over myself, twisting and turning, “Nah, may as well have though. I’m getting stared at all the time either way.” I grinned at him in a small thanks for this gift of Herculean body.

“You may get an indecent exposure charge, just from the outline of that thing,” he gestured to my cock, poorly concealed by my underwear.

“Will you pay my bail?” We both laughed. “You’re gonna have to pay for health insurance though, I’m gonna develop lower back issues lugging this thing around my waist all day,” I gripped my package and jostled it, feeling it’s weight against my hip.

“What, you’re saying you don’t like it? Not big enough for you?” he teased in a feigned hurt voice and began walking towards me.

“No way, man, it’s nothing like that! I was just—“

“I mean if it’s not big enough for you, just say so and I can just...”

He popped his lips and thrust his hips at me, and leaned in to grip my cock as it started swelling.

“HHHuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhmmmmfff,” I involuntarily moaned as I felt my balls drop with double the weight they had, doubling in both in size and cum-making ability. In his hands, I felt my blood pulsing into my cock but with extremely high pressure. With each pulse, I could feel my already mammoth cock swell larger and larger, spreading his fingers apart as he gripped me over my underwear. I could also feel it lengthening, rubbing against the fabric and snaking it’s way further across my thighs.

My moans subsided and I looked down on him, grinning dumbly. His hands unable to wrap around my he new girth of my cock, he let go of me. Without him supporting it, my cock sagged down huge and heavy, pulling the fabric of my underwear down as it struggled to support my downright inhuman dick and balls.

“So I take it you want to bottom today?”

He grinned up at me and I grinned down at him, but I could see him getting further and further lower from my vantage, not because he was getting shorter but because I was getting taller, pushing me well past 7 feet tall. My enormous package pressed hard against his abs. Suddenly, I began to feel extremely imposing, looking at this little runt in front of me, begging for me to split him open with my meat. Damn, Miguel had days where he wanted to be dom and those were always so fucking sexy, but days that he wanted to be sub, he would alter my psychology to make me feel like the biggest king-daddy on earth. Fuck, I loved days like this.

I reached down over him to squeeze his juicy ass, kneading it with a little more force than I usually would, and he reached around to squeeze mine, which he had molded into a work of art long ago. I heard him grunting as I felt his ass bounced and ballooned larger, giving him a large, perfect, round bottom’s ass and swelling larger to accommodate my new huge fucking meat.

He looked up at me, lust in his eyes, “Fuck me hard, dude...”

I ripped his tank top off and he dropped his boxers. I lifted him off the ground and manually lowered him onto my meat, already slick with pre. He groaned loudly as I entered him expanding his guts far past humanly possible, but the realm of human possibility was never an issue with Miguel. I walked us over to his bed and lowered him onto it, and mercilessly started plowing him with my huge cock. With every thrust, I could feel him making me more dominant, more virile, more lustful, more imposing, huger, taller, thicker, broader. I was a fucking animal, and he was mine to breed.

I was easily 9 feet tall now, 4 feet wide, my cock pushing 2 feet in length and thick as a Yankee candle jar, my nuts the size of grapefruits and slapping viciously against the mattress and his ass. There’s no way anyone but Miguel could’ve taken me at this point, I would’ve killed them with my inhuman meat. My muscles bulged insanely huge, my skin a beet red and hot to the touch, and my grunts were in a voice deeper and more animalistic than I could ever make, bordering the grunts of a man and a beast.

Finally, I let out a thunderous roar as I unloaded my seed into Miguel, much of it spraying out of his asshole with my continued thrusts, ballooning his gut impossibly huge, and sending him into choking coughing fits as shots of it sprayed out of his mouth, having made its way all through his body and out the other end. As I continued thrusting and grunting and unloading myself into him, I could feel myself descending from my massive height, my muscles untensing and deflating back to their typical jock musculature, my cock and nuts seeming to return to their normal albeit still massive size with each spurt. I could feel myself returning to a normal mindset, no longer dangerously dominant and bordering on that of a beast. Spent, my bottom half completely soaked in my own jizz, my lover roommate panting and rubbing his jizz-impregnated gut, I collapsed on the bed next to him in exhausted pants.

Miguel rubbed his bulging belly, hot to the touch with the ocean of cum inside it, and looked over at me. We smothered each other in exhausted kisses. He looked down and placed two hands on his stomach, and unclenching his ass, he gave a hard and heavy moan as he pressed down on his stomach, each of us hearing the thick jism fire out of his asshole and splash loudly on the bed and the floor below.

He looked at me and giggled, “I think I still have some of you in me,” We laughed at the comment. He looked down and gripped his still-hard cock and looked over at me excitedly, “Rude! You didn’t finish me off!”

I laughed, “Sorry, bro! You kinda made me into a one-track mind kinda guy there!”

“Oh well, it’s no matter,” he said dismissively and he started pumping his cock. He looked over at me, “I guess I’ll have to make you.”

I smiled widely at him and he started pumping faster. I could see him beginning to swell larger and larger, his height quickly surpassing the length of the bed. His cock grew massive and long in his hands and I could feel the heat radiating off him as his skin began to grow red and stretched, barely able to contain the obscenely large muscles bulging larger beneath it.

“My turn,” he said in an impossibly deeper voice with a devilish toothy grin.

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Primordial Ooze

Bjorn had been traveling for days on end, searching for any signs of human life. Yet there had been nothing ahead of him save for the towering highlands overlooking the raging sea. He was alone, or so he thought.

He came before a rocky overpass and stopped to rest, leaning back against the mountain and planting his sword in the ground. For the past few days his blade had been used as nothing more than a walking stick, a mockery of its intended use. Sure, he would use it to hunt the occasional goat for food, but that hardly counted. If he was not to come across civilization he could at least meet some foe to engage with. But alas, his thirst for battle remained unabated.

The warrior looked down at his own body. He was filthy, his armor drenched in sweat. He had doffed most of it due to its weight and the scorching heat, figuring that he would make do with minimal protection, but now he was considering just taking it all off and continuing his travels as such. It was never cold enough at night anyway. Bjorn reached down to undo the straps of on his shins.

It was then that his hand was suddenly seized by something. A translucent, bright green tentacle had lashed out from the crevice and wrapped around his wrist. Bjorn went into a panic, dropping his sword and unable to reach for it due to being constrained by the creature. The tentacle released its hold on his wrist but in his place two larger tentacles wrapped around his legs. From the crevice the creature revealed its entire body, an enormous blob of slime that made squishing and slurping sounds as it moved. Before he knew it Bjorn’s entire body was engulfed in the slime from the neck down, and as much as he struggled he found himself now completely immobile and at the mercy of this monster.

A sudden pressure on his penis made him yell out in shock. The slime was beginning to slip under his fur loincloth, pressing against his crotch and asshole. It began to pour into his body through both orifices, making deep gurgling sounds as it pumped inside him like a hose. Bjorn struggled but was still mostly constricted by the blob wrapped around him. The coolness of the slime against his skin was now being felt inside his body, filling up the shaft of his dick and the canal of his rectum. The slime sloshed into his legs, filling them up entirely and gaining control of them. The body of the monster diminished in size, slipping down his skin so that his arms were free, which Bjorn used as an opportunity to grab the slime and try to pull it out. But it was too much like a liquid for him to actually seize a hold of it, and his hands just squished uselessly against it as it continued to enter him. The cool feeling spread up his back and abs, and he felt his whole torso expand and inflate, barely remaining contained in the confines of his armor. It spread to his arms, making them flex and bulge out. Bjorn felt like his body had been completely filled up, and yet while uncomfortable it wasn’t painful. In fact, the inside pressure on his skin almost felt erotic. His cock had grown to full length, it along with his asshole being tickled by the invading slime.

The flow of the slime slowed, and it started to push harder into him, as if it was having trouble stuffing the rest of itself inside the highlander’s body. It’s thrusting motions made Bjorn moan each time, involuntarily making him hump the air from the force of the thrusting. He felt completely, thinking his body would burst at any moment. But there was still so much of the slime left to fit inside him. The muscles of his legs started to inflate, and then his ass boomed out to make more room. He yelled with shock and pleasure as his dick and balls inflated, thrashing against the confines of his loincloth.

The slime started to move up his throat and filled his mouth. Bjorn’s cheeks puffed out, and his whole body began to shake as the slime started to settle into place within him. The slime finally slipped completely inside of him with a loud slurp, but the last of it was stuck in his urethra and rectum, filling his dick and ass entirely.

His body jiggled as if it was now made of gelatin, and Bjorn groaned through his full mouth. Bjorn threw his arms back and caught himself on the mountain wall, then swallowed the slime in his mouth, feeling it fall down his throat and land in his belly with a loud boom. Then he smiled. “Ahhhh…..” he moaned, now completely under control of the spirit that had invaded his body.

The creature took a few test steps in Bjorn’s body, making oozing, slurping sounds from within as he moved. He moved a bulging arm to grasp his inflated chest, the whole body jiggling and squishing. The slime filling Bjorn wiggled, then hardened until his muscles returned to their usual firmness, but this time he was more muscular than before due to the massive amounts of slime inside him. Bjorn chuckled. “I may need to find a bigger vessel to fit into, but this man will do just fine,” he said excitedly. He saw the sword and picked it up, striking a few poses and flexing his muscles, enjoying how powerful this body was.

The spirit proceeded to strip off all of Bjorn’s armor to take a look at his new host’s body in its entirety. He was very pleased with what he saw, fondling his bulging muscles all over. His nose crinkled before inhaling deeply. “Mmmm, so this is what a human smells like,” he breathed approvingly, the odor of a man who had not bathed in days overwhelming him.

Bjorn started to jack off his swollen cock, moaning with pleasure and pleasing the thing possessing him. A little bit of slime would leak out from his piss slit before slipping back in. Bjorn gave a hearty laugh, awestruck at how amazing it felt to pump his slime-filled dick. He continued to jerk himself, his other hand traveling down to his thick thighs, then his plump, inflated ass. Bjorn gave his ass a few squeezes, the slime inside it vibrating against his prostate from within and making him scream in ecstasy. His free hand traveled up to his belly, rubbing it pleasantly and feeling how comfortably the slime had settled in there. Then he gave his nipples a rub and squeeze, gasping at how sensitive they were.

All of a sudden he felt his swollen balls churning and instinctively he jacked off with increased fervor, knowing that something incredible was about to happen. Giving a triumphant roar, the possessed highlander started thrusting with his hips as he felt himself go over the edge and into a state of utter bliss. Cum pumped through his pelvis, and his balls and dick were bouncing up and down with orgasmic energy, but the slime filling his piss slit blocked the semen and was instead absorbed by the goo filling his body. The slime inside him quivered with delight, and Bjorn fell to the ground, completely satisfied with his possession and subsequent jack off session. After catching his breath, he got up and grabbed his blade. He smirked at the pieces of armor scattered on the ground and turned to leave it behind. He looked down at his own body, loving his inflated muscles and the feeling of being a container for the green ooze that possessed him. With his naked body glistening in the sun he continued with his journey a new man.

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requested by Jay

When Craig married his wife, he knew that he was going to run into some conflicts with his stepson Brian. He was spoiled, and hardly seemed to know how to take care of himself or do anything meaningful with his life. He would just use his mother’s money to party with his friends. It wasn’t any surprise that he ended up getting kicked out of college from poor grades, and now he was just loafing around the house while still going out. Craig tried to bring it up but his wife would only say things like “Oh, Brian’s having a difficult time and needs to see his friends to keep his spirits up so he can get himself back on track,” but after an entire year of being NEET Craig decided to take matters into his own hands.

The Mrs. was having a girls night out, and Craig knew that Brian was getting ready to party as well. He found Brian in the master bedroom, with Craig’s fancy watch in his hand. “Oh hey dad,” Brian said. “Can I borrow this?”

“Sure,” Craig replied, “If you let me borrow something of yours.”

“What do you need?”

Craig waved his hand in front of Brian’s. “Your body.” And just like that, Brian fell on to the bed like a brick, completely unconscious. Craig stripped Brian of his clothes, starting with his shirt. He looked at his stepson’s bare back and licked his lips. Craig was bisexual, and as guilty as it made him feel to be attracted to someone that was supposed to be his son, he liked how Brian had a slight resemblance to his mother, like a young, male version of her. Craig pulled off Brian’s pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked. Eagerly, Craig stripped out of his own clothes and climbed on top of Brian. He pressed himself against his stepson’s, feeling the warmth of his body and his soft skin. Craig smelled Brian’s hair and then sank into Brian’s body with a quick whoosh. Instantly Brian’s body inflated, muscles expanding and hardening to resemble the man who was now inside him. Craig, now wearing Brian like a suit got up and checked himself out in the mirror. There was his stepson, but with the physique of a man 15 years older. His limbs had thickened, and his belly jutted out unusually. Craig chuckled and patted his stomach, amused at how he had transformed his stepson. Then he took a deep breath and Brian’s entire body spasmed, stretching out in all directions but then snapping back in like a rubber band. With a loud pop, Brian’s body was now back to its normal slender physique. It was a tight fit, but it was snug and comfortable to Craig, like wearing a warm bodysuit made of spandex. Craig rubbed his new abs, which had the faint outlines of smooth mounds. “Nice…” he said using Brian’s voice. He ran a hand through his hair, made a few seductive faces at his reflection, and gave his perky ass a good slap. He liked how Brian’s body was, slim but not bony.

With a wink at his own reflection he put Brian’s clothes back on, put on his watch, and set out to meet his new friends. Ending up in some college town club, Craig partied for the first time in a long while. It was easy to blend in, Brian wasn’t all that clever and neither were his friends. One thing he didn’t count on was how much of a lightweight Brian was, though. Soon he was stumbling all over the club and vomiting in the bathroom and his friends had to take him back to his house. However, after stumbling to Brian’s room he squirmed out of his body feeling just fine, leaving Brian passed out instead.

This would continue every time Brian went out. Criag would hop in instead and party for him. Brian would just wake up the next day not remembering a thing. “You may need to reconsider your choices if you keep forgetting everything you do when you go out. Otherwise what’s the point?” Craig would say.

One night, Craig returned in Brian’s body feeling nicely buzzed. He did his routine of going to Brian’s bed and then squeezing out, but then he looked back at his stepson. His wife had been working late for the past few weeks and as such they haven’t been having sex. Craig looked longingly at Brian’s naked body. Could he?

Heart racing, Craig jumped into the air, diving right into Brian’s body. Immediately he moaned through Brian, returning to the pleasant buzz he had maintained throughout the night. Craig pinched his nipples, delighted at how sensitive they were, then finally grasped his stepson’s cock. Suddenly he was assaulted with the horniness of a college-aged twink, pumping slowly but passionately as he used his other hand to grope the rest of his youthful body. He raised his free arm and smelled his armpit. “Oh yeah…” he moaned, the act of partying all night having made a nice odor. He licked his armpit, savoring the salty taste of skin and sweat.

Craig knew that what he was doing was wrong, but it only made him more excited and aroused. After all, this body belonged to him now. This was just harmless masturbation…. In the body of his hot stepson. “Oh shit… This feels so fucking good,” he moaned. Then he felt it. At the spur of the moment he raised his legs up, moaning loudly as he came. Some of the semen shot into his mouth, while the rest splattered on to his chest and stomach. Craig scooped up the cum and tasted it. Though he enjoyed the act, it was a bit too sour. “You need to listen to your mother and eat your fruits and veggies,” Craig chuckled. He sprawled out on the bed, panting and extremely satisfied. Then, he pulled out of Brian’s body, put on his own clothes, and went about the rest of his night with a smile on his face.

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Guy’s Weekend

“I just don’t get how a weekend at a lake is supposed to strengthen a relationship.” Nate stated.

“Look, I don’t get it either, but listen, I have an idea.” Troy responded.

Troy’s mother has just married his new stepfather after just a month of dating him. Since Troy obviously had no clue what Roger, his new stepfather, was all about, his mother thought it would be healthy for Roger to take Troy to their grandparent’s lake house for a “guys weekend,” meant to strengthen their relationship. But get this: Roger already has four sons. Troy resisted as much as he could to his mother’s wishes, but gave in eventually on one condition: if he could bring his mate, Nate.

Nate and Troy continued riding in Troy’s car behind Roger and his sons on their way to the lake house. “Oh boy, I’m sure I’m going to like this one. What’s your big idea?” Nate asked sarcastically.

“Remember what you did last year at the prom after party to Drake-”

“No, no,” Nate interrupted, “I know exactly where the fuck this is going and you can count me out. I’m looking to relax.”

“Oh, come on! That was so hot! Some football player all of the sudden going gay! I know you don’t want to be here just as much as I don’t! I’m just looking to have a little fun,” Troy said, stroking Nate’s upper thigh.

“But with you dad? And your brothers?”

“Oh, slow your goddamn roll, Nate. First of all, STEPdad and STEPbrothers. And I barely know him and haven’t even met the other three. Plus, you’ll obviously only be able to chose one.”

“Yeah, but you’ve met Ben.”

“Met is a stretch. Nobody’s really met Ben. He plays his lacrosse and he never talks to anyone. I’m pretty sure he’s a psychopath.”

“Or he’s just comfortable in his own head and doesn’t want to trouble himself with other people.”

“Beside the point, we don’t know any of these people, plain and simple. Plus I’d rather be rolling around with one of those guys than playing an icebreaker game with the step-family around the dinner table. I mean, you saw them. I feel like we’re in at a fucking Crossfit tournament when we’re in the same room as them.”

“I won’t argue with that. But how am I even going to get close to them? I don’t know these people. You don’t know these people. You’re the closest to them, and that’s saying something.”

Troy shrugged, “Use me.”

Nate looked at him with raised eyebrows, “That won’t be weird for you?”

“Dude, we go way back; I really don’t mind. I’m honestly surprised we haven’t done it at this point. Plus, I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like.”

Nate considered this, “You know what? Fuck it. Sure, let’s do it.”

Troy clapped his lands loudly, “Fuck yes! Rrrnng! So pumped!”

“Alright, alright,” Nate laughed, “So when do you want me to get into you?”

“Wow, I love the way that sounds,” Troy whispered, rubbing his crotch, “Ummm… You know what, surprise me. I don’t want to see it coming.”

Nate nodded, “You got it.” He reached over and held Troy’s hand.

After many miles of twisting roads and endless trees, the shores of the lake began to appear behind the forest. Just a few miles after that, the two cars arrived at the driveway of the lake house. Roger’s SUV pulled up to the side of the house and it’s doors opened, and six tall, muscle bound men poured out. Each one of them twisting their bodies and stretching, lifting up their tank tops to reveal rock hard abs. Roger got out and put his hand of the mounded shoulder of his oldest son, Taylor, and gestured Nate and Troy out of Troy’s sport car that had just pulled in.

Troy and Nate approached the ridiculously buff group of men in front of the SUV. “God, it’s like they came out of the womb doing crunches,” Nate whispered to Troy and they both laughed.

“Troy, I’d like you to meet my family,” Roger said with a wide grin, “This is Taylor, my oldest.” Taylor raised a hand with a smile, similar to Roger’s. You could tell all of these guys were descended from the same man. “He’s a business executive in the city. Good with numbers, horrible with time.” They all laughed. “This,” he continued, going down the line, “is Don. He’s a rugby player in upstate. This is Peter and his boyfriend Sam, they work in one of the TV studios in the city. And this is Ben, I think you know him from your school.” All of the sons politely smiled with a ‘sup’ to follow and waved except for Ben just raised a hand up and continued typing on his phone.

“Well, hey, I’m Troy, and this is my boyfriend Nate,” Troy said, Nate smiling and raising a hand.

“Boyfriend? Well that’s great, you two and Peter and Sam ought to get along real well!” Roger interjected. Troy, Nate, Peter, and Sam all looked between each other and Roger awkwardly as Roger let out a nervous laugh. “Well, anyways, we have all weekend to get to know one another, but for now, I am beat. I think if it’s alright with everyone, we can all spend the rest of the morning getting settled in and relaxing, then we can all meet up and have some lunch. How does that sound?” Everyone murmured and nodded in agreement. “Sounds like an enthusiastic agreement. See y’all in a bit.”

As Roger and his sons proceeded to unload their SUVs, Nate and Troy walked into the house with their arms around each other. When they entered, they each took their shirts off and went straight out to the porch overlooking the lake. Troy sat on one of the chairs and lit a cigarette. “I’ve always loved it out here,” he said, releasing his first drag, “The air just seems cleaner.” Nate hummed in agreement as he walked to the shore of the lake. He, too, liked it out here. It’s a good place to be with his boyfriend. He felt like he was starting to get as excited to have this little adventure with his lover. He looked back at the porch and saw Troy leaned back in the chair in a relaxed position, his mouth hanging a little open. Now was just as good a time to ‘surprise’ Troy as any.

Nate walked quickly up to Troy on the porch, reached inside his pants and brought his cock out, rubbing it to stiffen it. About five feet away, Troy became aware of Nate’s presence, opened his eyes, “Shit dude! What are y-“ Nate grabbed Troy by the shoulders and inserted his cock into Troy’s mouth, pushing the tip to touch the back of his throat, and Troy welcomed it. Just then, Nate began to liquefy his body to Troy’s surprise. Then Troy began to involuntarily suck, forcing the liquefied mass of Nate’s body into Troy’s widening mouth. As he was sucked in all of Nate, Troy began writhing in the chair moaning, “OOOoohh, fuck.. oooh, yes I can feel you, I can feel you all around inside me I can feel-…” Just then, Nate had taken over. Nate turned and twisted, looking at his boyfriend’s body from another angle, stretching and flexing his body, enjoying the feeling he’s been waiting on for a long time. “Alright,” he said in Troy’s voice with a clap, “Let’s go find us a playmate.”

~~~

Nate walked up the stairs in the house in Troy’s body, looking for someone to start with. He arrived at the first guest bedroom where Peter and Sam were staying. He knocked on the door and entered; they were unpacking their bags.

“Hey, you guys need anything? I’m really familiar with the layout of this place,” Nate lied in Troy’s voice. Peter had just changed into a more casual blue v-neck from the polo he rode in wearing, and Sam had done the same with a rose v-neck.

“I think we’re fine, but thanks for asking,” responded Peter. “Yeah, thanks,” agreed Sam.

“Ok, Nate and I will be in the guest room downstairs if you need us for, you know, anything. Really, anything at all.” Nate said with a wink, grabbing his crotch and doing a Michael Jackson hip thrust.

Peter and Sam just looked at each other.

Nate closed the door silently laughing and readied himself to leave Troy. He decided the best route to please Troy. Nate began to exit through Troy’s dick in the form of a long, white, silky, trail of cloud, hearing Troy release a long moan as he exited. Troy whispered “thank you” to the trail of Nate and walked downstairs to their guestroom. Nate continued under the crack of the door to Peter and Sam’s room and quickly slithered under the bed. “Weird kid, and I think I heard him reaching orgasm or some shit just outside the door,” Sam said. Nate could see that they were changing to go out on the boat. Peter laughed, “Just play nice. Dad married his mom, so I think at least I have to get used to him.”

Sam went to the bathroom as Nate slithered to the pair of board shorts on the ground. As soon as he nestled in them, Peter walked over to them and pulled them up his legs and around his waist. Just as soon as this happened, Nate shot himself into Peter’s ass and began filling himself out in Peter’s body, while Peter fell convulsing onto the bed. Eventually, Nate took control and was rushed with the feelings of the body. He looked at his new impressive arms and gave them a flex, feeling the muscles of each with his other arm. He took off the v-neck and bounced his new pecs and flexed his abs. He began to feel his new dick throbbing, and he pulled down the board shorts, the monster 11 inch cock sprung up and slapped the bottom of his impressive torso. “Woah,” Nate said out loud. Turns out the package matches the body. Just then, Sam existed the bathroom and Nate turned to towards him, amazed and nude. Sam looked down at Nate’s erect cock and smirked, “Your dad said relax, so I’ll help you relax.” Sam walked towards Nate in Peter’s body, taking off his own shirt as he came, and pushed Nate onto the bed, and immediately began sucking his new dick. “Wait a m-… oooohh…” Nate called out in pleasure. He held on to the back of Sam’s head as he went up and down. Troy was damn good at giving head, but Sam was a goddamn master, it turned out. After a short time, Nate exploded in Sam’s mouth. He watched as Sam swallowed and crawled up the bed towards him and planted a passionate kiss on his mouth. Nate welcomed it, but realized what he was doing quickly. He turned and slid off the bed, putting on a pair of Peter’s underwear. “I’m going to the kitchen, need anything?” Sam leaned back, wiping off his mouth, “No thanks. But in those? We’re still guests here.” “I’ll be quick.”

~~~

Nate left the room in Peter’s underwear, his cock still erect from it’s earlier treatment, bouncing in the compression of the underwear. Peter was off the list. He and Sam loved each other too much. Nate and Troy didn’t want to tear any relationship apart. He passed the home gym, where he noticed Don was working out. He stopped and watched and Don looked over and noticed him too. Don looked down and noticed Peter’s huge boner in the compression of the underwear, “Not interested, faggot.” Nate, a little taken back, grabbed onto the still erect member over the underwear, “Oh, you mean this? Don’t worry, this was already well taken care of.” Don chuckled a bit and continued his exercise.

What a tool, Nate thought as he continued walking until out of sight. Time for subject number 2. He exited in his same trail of cloud from Peter’s ass and exited his underwear from the legs. Peter reached back and felt around his bubble butt, thinking he had just had a bowel movement. He slithered into the home gym and went over to the bench press where Don was easily benching maybe 225 lbs. of weight. Nate entered Don through his ear and Don nearly dropped the weight on himself out of shock. He clenched his teeth together and writhed as Nate entered. It didn’t take long for Nate to be fully in control. Turns out it wasn’t that hard to get into Don’s head; the only things that are up there is pussy and rugby. Don’s body, on the other hand, was something to talk about. Nate stood up and started studying his new god of a body in the mirror.

Nate lifted his arm up and immediately smelled his musk from working out. He felt his new 10 inch cock growing against his gigantic thigh and reached down to shift it. Christ, this family was hung like horses. He squeezed both of his pecs and rans his hands along his abs, next flexing his arms to inspect their unbelievable size. He heard someone approaching and saw Peter walking back to the stairs with a bowl of cereal. Peter looked his way and threw his head up in a ‘sup’ gesture and Nate returned it, now flexing his thighs and ass in the mirror. Funny, he would have been completely turned on seeing a guy like Peter walking around in just his underwear, but he felt nothing. He still felt his member throbbing against his thigh and couldn’t stop thinking about boobs, so he went to the bathroom and rubbed one out to get rid of the feeling. Afterwards, he still felt horny, so he went back to the home gym to do some lifting. He grabbed a couple of 70 lb. dumbbells and began curling them. He watched himself in the mirror and took pleasure in seeing his humongous guns growing and pumping in the mirror. He set the weights down panting, but immediately started thinking about pussy. This was exhausting living like this. He couldn’t feel himself attracted to Troy anymore and he knew he couldn’t adequately please him in this body. It was time to try another one on for size.

~~~

Nate strutted out of the living room and into the kitchen where he saw Roger cutting onions in preparation for lunch.

“Sup pops?” Nate said in his best bro voice.

Roger looked up, “Ah, good, at least one of you is at least wearing shorts. Peter came in here wearing nothing but his underwear. I think he and Sam were getting a little too comfortable.”

“Yeah, I heard the bed rocking. Sounds like Sam really knows where to hit it.”

“Come on, Don. I don’t want to hear things like that. I know it happens, I just don’t want to hear about it.”

“Whatever, prude, I know from experience.” Nate joked as he opened the refrigerator to look preoccupied. Roger looked at him questioningly. Nate, realizing what he said, just chuckled to pass it off as a joke. Roger just shrugged and laughed and continued busying himself with the onions. Nate looked into the refrigerator and concentrated. He began to push himself out of Don’s ear as Don clinched his teeth together sucked in air in pain. Roger heard what was happening and turned around to say something, but Nate dove straight into him through his nostrils and quickly got in control of Roger. He didn’t intend on using Troy’s stepdad with him, he just wanted to try him on for size.

“What’s up, Don? Ear infection? I thought those were only childhood things,” Nate said in Roger’s voice, rubbing his nose and sniffling.

“Uuuhh, um, I don’t know, I feel weird,” Don said confused.

“Well, go take a shower before lunch; you smell like death,” said Nate, still secretly admiring Don’s musk.

“Uh… yeah, ok. Yeah,” Don answered, still confused and turned to leave.

Nate gave Don a pat on the ass as he left and watched it jiggle. Don turned around confused, and Nate just smiled. Don left and Nate began to evaluate Roger. Again, he felt the strong desire for some pussy, but not as strong as he felt with Don, and in particular for Troy’s mother. It was clear that he was missing her and very much in love with her. Just thinking about her got Nate hard. He felt his stiff foot long member in Roger’s cargo shorts. So that’s where all these boys get their impressive tools. He grinded it up against the counter where he was cutting onions and moaned. This is the body that produced all of the cut men in the house. The thought of that made Nate even more hard. No, he thought. This is just weird. He’d never taken over a father before and it just felt foreign. It was time to find someone else.

~~~

He went outside in Roger’s body by the pool, where he saw that Taylor was lounging out sunbathing. Taylor had an impressive body. It was clear that he spent a lot of time keeping himself toned and healthy. Nate moved over to Taylor and stood over him. Taylor should have heard him coming. It was clear that he was asleep. This would make it easier to take control.

Nate decided to have his last bit of fun with Roger and exited through his dick. The long silky trail of smoke drifted out of Roger’s growing dick as he threw his head back moaning and went straight into Taylor’s open mouth. Taylor coughed a couple of times, but Nate was fully in control within two seconds. He opened his eyes and looked up at Roger. “Hey daddio,” he called up to him while Roger looked around, confused by how he got out there. Nate looked down at Roger’s still erect penis in his shorts, “Too bad the new lady isn’t around to fix that” he joked. Roger looked down shocked and covered himself, running back inside. Nate laughed and inspected his body. Before he could even reach down and touch his new large pecs, his mind started racing. How was the company going to turn out this quarter? Would sales be able to gain enough commission? Would accounting meet their deadlines? I really need a girlfriend. Am I going to have enough time this weekend to make that conference call?

Nate was overwhelmed; he was already done with this body. He couldn’t even get himself hard. Nate pushed himself out of Taylor’s mouth as Taylor coughed a bit, looked around, and dozed back off. Crazy how that fucker could even sleep, Nate thought. He slithered along the ground in his silky trail of cloud and went inside. As far as he could remember, there was just one more. He really hoped this one worked; he didn’t want to come back to Troy empty-handed.

~~~

He went into the living room and saw Ben lying on the floor in front of the fire, checking his phone. Good, he was preoccupied. He slithered along the floor and approached his legs, where his board shorts where fanned open, giving way to a clear entry path.

Nate slithered into his shorts, feathered his cock a bit for it to stiffen, and pushed himself in. Ben moaned loudly and arched his back while the tail of the Nate’s trail whipped and slithered the rest of the way into his pulsating cock. Nate gained full control and pushed himself up on his hands to catch his breath. He looked down and saw his heavy, heaving, mounded chest and his heaving, cobbled, sculpted abs heaving, as well has his cock staining against his shorts. He pulled them down and a throbbing, thick 13 incher slapped itself against his abs. He turned over on his back and started yanking on it furiously until he exploded and showered his abs with his cum. He watched as his legs clenched with muscle and lifted his arms and gave them a flex. He was perfect. He thought about going to surprise Troy and found himself getting even more turned on. Good, another gay guy in the house. This guy was more than perfect. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off and started walking to Troy’s room.

He arrived at the closed door and knocked and then positioned himself in a way to turn Troy on. He stood leaning to the side a bit and rested a hand near the bottom of his torso on his impressive abs.

Troy answered the door shocked and immediately turned on.

“Hey, man, sorry to bother y’all,” he started shyly in a deep baritone, “But my phone is starting to die. Do either of you have an iPhone charger?”

“Uh, yeah, um, yes,,” Troy stammered. Nate had to keep himself from laughing. “Yeah, uh, Nate went off to meet some people he knows that live on the lake, but I think he has one in his bag.”

Troy turned to walk towards Nate’s bag to search for a charger and Nate followed, but took off his shorts and rubbed himself a few times to get stiff as he followed. He stopped behind Troy, who was bent over the bag rummaging through it, “You sure your boyfriend won’t mind you looking through his things?”

Troy turned around and Nate was standing over him in Ben’s body completely naked. Troy just looked up with his mouth wide open. Nate bounced his pecs; he knew that always got Troy really turned on. It was then that Troy knew it was Nte.

“You son of a bitch!” they both laughed. “Ben?! Out of all of them Ben? I’m not complaining, I just didn’t know he was gay.”

Nate lifted up his arms in a lazy shrug, “Queer as a three dollar bill.”

Troy approached and planted a passionate kiss on Ben as he felt every muscular contour of his back, grabbing his bubble butt, and rubbing his crotch. “I can’t believe it. Lacrosse Ben. Shy as a mouse, hung like a horse, and now inhabited by my boyfriend.”

“You want to talk about hung like a horse, this whole family is packing!” Nate exclaimed. “They must have been raised around a nuclear reactor or something. Christ almighty.”

They both laughed and continued making out. Suddenly they heard Roger call everyone in for some lunch. “Let’s go show them how close we’ve gotten,” Nate suggested.

They both laughed and walked through the house together to the kitchen. This was going to be a fun weekend.

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