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I struggle to take control of Redfield's body, my spirit form slipping and sliding as he tries to resist my invasion. I can feel the desperation building within me, the fear of being trapped in this Resident Evil universe as a lost ghost. He fought hard as I tried entering through his ear, but he managed to pull my astral form away. I tried phasing through his chest next, but that failed too.

"Who the fuck are you!! Get out of my body!" Redfield screams, but I can't let him distract me.

I needed to get inside his body quickly, or I'd be stuck as a wandering ghost in the Resident Evil world with no way home. So I choked his neck, grabbed his head, and forced his mouth open wide. With all my strength, I slithered and pushed myself into his mouth. His body convulsing as I push deeper and deeper.

"Wahhh...argghhhh!!" He screamed as his body shook violently. He grabbed my tail trying to pull me out, but the more he pulled, the more I pushed until finally everything went dark. We both convulsed on the floor.

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?! What are you doing in my body?! Give it back!" He shouted at me in my mind.

"Hello Captain Redfield," I said calmly.

"Fuck off!! What do you want?! Let me have my fucking body back!!"

"Sorry, but I need a host body to stay in for a while. Don't worry, you'll get it back eventually." I said with a sly grin. With a wave of my hand, I made him mute. He kept yelling silently as his spirit form faded away. Now I fully controlled his body.

I slowly got up off the cold hard floor, smelling the sharp odors of the room. The first thing I noticed was the warm and slimy wetness between my legs that still throbbed sensitively. And then the strong musky and sweaty manly smell hit my nose. "Damn, this guy reeks..." I chuckled. "Guess this is my smell now. Perfect."

I popped my neck, relieving the stiffness, and opened my eyes to stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Satisfied, I ran my hands over the hard muscular body. "Damn, nice muscles..."

"Hello, I'm...ehem!" I coughed as my voice blended with Redfield's. "Hello, I'm Captain Hound Wolf Squad, Chris Redfield." I matched his voice perfectly now and laughed wickedly.

I left the bathroom and went to the bedroom, taking off my pants to feel the hairy, strong thighs. "Ohh...you're enjoying being possessed, huh Captain?" His penis twitched at my words. Unbuttoning my shirt, I rubbed the hairy abs and sensitive nipples. "Hmm... fuck…”

With a devious grin, I continued exploring and reveling in Redfield’s body. Running my hands over the chiseled chest and abs, I marveled at the sheer power and masculinity contained in Redfield's form. His biological drives and urges were like a raging fire inside me, demanding to be indulged.

I grasped his stiffening manhood, giving it an experimental stroke. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, making me throw my head back with a guttural moan. "Fuck yeah..." I growled in Redfield's deep gravelly tone. My other hand drifted lower, cupping and massaging the hefty sac, reveling in the heaviness and heat.

Redfield's anger and humiliation washed over me from wherever his subjugated consciousness lurked. I laughed harshly at his impotent mental screams. "That's it, struggle all you want. This body is mine to do with as I please for now…."

I shucked off my shirt completely, standing nude before the mirror. Admiring the body from every angle, I flexed and posed, watching in delight as the bulging muscles danced beneath the skin. My arousal was straining rigidly now, slick drops beading at the flared tip.

Unable to resist, I grasped the thick shaft again, slowly pumping from base to tip with a tight, twisting grip. The sensations were electric, every nerve lighting up exquisitely. I leaned back against the wall, losing myself in the pleasurable haze as I roughly worked Redfield's generous endowment.

"Oh captain, you've been holding out on me," I taunted between ragged breaths. Faster and faster I stroked, sweat glistening on my flexing abdominals.

"I'm going to make sure you feel every...hot...second of this…”

With a drawn out, animalistic growl, my back arched and I climaxed, Redfield's hot essence pulsing over my fist and splattering across my heaving chest. I slumped against the wall, dazed by the blissful rush, greedily licking the musky fluids from my hand and torso.

"Don't worry captain, that was just the warm up," I purred, smirking at his silent, seething fury. Redoubling my grip, I stroked hisoverworked shaft back to hardened life once more. "Let's really put this body through its paces..."

Redfield's consciousness could only look on helplessly as I resumed gratifying his throbbing arousal. I slowly stroked his rock-hard length, twisting my fist tantalizingly with each firm upward pull.

"Just sit back and enjoy the ride, captain," I growled, raking my nails lightly down the muscular planes of his torso. My free hand drifted lower, fondling and cupping the weighty sac, giving it a gentle tug that sent shudders of pleasure coursing through us both.

I could sense his disgust and fury, but they only fueled my perverse delight in dominating this strongman's form so completely. Squeezing tighter, I increased the speed and friction of my strokes, feeling his hips instinctively buck and thrust in time.

Sweat beaded down my brawny chest and abs as the tempo built. Grunts and growls rumbled from deep in my throat - purely animalistic sounds of gratification. Redfield's musky and reek masculine musk grew thicker in the air, intensifying my intoxicating lust.

"You can't resist forever," I snarled, raking my nails over one stiff, sensitive nipple. "This body was made for unchecked indulgence. Give in... give in to the pleasure!"

I slammed my back against the wall, pistoning my hips wildly as I approached the edge. The bed shook from the force of each powerful thrust into my tightly clenched fist. My free hand groped and squeezed at the heaving, flexing musculature, worshipping the exquisite male form I was violating.

With a bestial roar, the orgasmic rush crested over me in rapturous waves. Viscous ropes of Redfield's seed erupted from the swollen tip, splashing obscenely across my sweat-slicked torso. I shuddered and convulsed, wringing out every ounce of euphoric release.

“Ngghh… Fuck! Ohhh… f-fuck yeah…” I sighed

Slumping in a limp, dazed heap, I slowly licked and sucked the musky fluids from my fingers and chest, not wanting to waste a single drop. Redfield's humiliation was a palpable force, but my satisfaction overshadowed it utterly.

"Mmm...I think I'm really going to enjoy tenanting this accommodating new home," I purred, stretching out the gradually softening length before giving the tip one last teasing lick.

"You and I are going to become very well acquainted, captain."

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I've missed home

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Revival - 1: Reincarnate

How long has it been since I've haunted this place? When this gym used to be a hole in the wall training area for aspiring boxers. When I would watch my crush from long ago train to be the best until a light fixture fell on me and snuffed my life. Even though my crush has long since died, I have other plans. Another chance of life. And it all will start with this one guy who caught my attention.

His name was Mikey, but soon there will be a new Mikey in town.

I've practiced possessing the boxers here and there for short periods of time. Primarily just to get myself off through another man's body. However, Mikey was different. He was building himself up to get a twunk bod, but I want to have that bod for myself.

I watched Mikey enter the gym in these basketball shorts that showed his toned ass when he did squats. I took the initiative to follow him around while waiting for even the tiniest window of opportunity to have his body. While he was doing crunches, my eyes widened when I saw his massive bulge appearing in those shorts of his. It was at that moment I wanted his body now.

As he was in the middle of doing a crunch, I immediately wormed my way into his cock. The shock combined with the physical strain of his body was enough for me to quickly slither my essence inside of him.

"Nngg...yo what the fuck...-"

He grunted as I quickly started to worm myself into his legs and arms. I didn't want him to process my intrusion any further so I quickly pushed myself into his head and enveloped his brain. Just for added control, I started to move his soul into his cock and balls. With him now banished, I take my first deep breath and will my essence to not allow me to cum.

"Heh...not yet...~" I chuckle in my new voice as I lay on the bench and peel off this skin tight blue shirt so I can grope these pecs that Mikey was just starting to reap the rewards of attaining. I look down to see my cock throbbing wildly and stand up to see this new perky ass. I give it a squeeze before lowering my shorts so I can let my boner hang out in these silk boxers Mikey was wearing underneath.

"Mm...I wonder how long I can deny this body from cumming." I laugh mischievously before I saunter over to the mirror and grind my boner against the hard glass with growls of pleasure leaving me. "Fuck this body is so damn hot."

I hear commotion from the more populated area of the gym and decide to continue this at my new home. I don't even bother pulling my shorts back up as everyone looked at my new twunk body and raging cock. I even made my dick jump in my silk boxers when the receptionist stopped talking in the middle of a phone call to look at it. I'll definitely come back for him later.

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"Damn. This body is so fluid with its movements." I say aloud to myself on the patio of my new home. I start testing my new body by utilizing the boxing equipment that Mikey had set up and I was loving every minute of it. "Knowing I've watched so many boxers train in that place I can apply all that I learned to my new body."

"Yeeaaahhh...I'll be unbeatable in the ring...~"

Those words alone makes my neglected cock throb. I look down at it with a smirk and rub my boxing glove on it to tease my aching cock further.

"Not yet. I ain't ready to let you cum yet." I say to my cock as if it had sentience.

As I was continuing with getting acquainted with my body, I can't help but feel eyes on me. As I turn to look, I see Mikey's neighbor trying to discreetly watch me from his window. Unlike him, I choose not to be discreet. When we make eye contact, I grab the hem of these silken boxers and use my body's strength to tear them off of me. I toss the shreds to the side and start moving much hips so my boner can move in tandem within these shiny black basketball shorts I'm wearing. The roommate looks in awe as I stroke my cock through my shorts as I flash him a smirk and a wink.

"You want this, you gotta come to me." I say to myself as I show the neighbor my perky ass before going back into my house. He'll come to me. And when he does, I'm gonna cum in him.

(To be continued)

#body possession #male body possession #male possession #male tf

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Fresh Foo

Diego didn’t know that I wanted more than a hook up. I craved his flesh. Just not in the normal way people go shopping on Grindr.

He was a decent hook up with an 8 inch uncut cock. I couldn’t help but give him his injection immediately after.

I think I’ll take his wardrobe too. I’ll never know when I’ll need a cap of any color. I look fresh as fuck in this foo. I can’t wait to take them on the town and have some fun.

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Down the Hatch

Kenneth was undoubtedly regretting his choices now. He should have known better than to pick up that random present outside his apartment door, he should have thrown the contents away after reading the obsessive letter inside, and he definitely should not have drunk the bottle of coke neatly tied with a pretty ribbon.

Especially not after knowing that his creepy crazy neighbor had mysteriously disappeared a few days prior. The one that had constantly been watching him and always gave him creepy unhinged remarks like: “You’re so sexy, Kenneth!” “I’d love to have a body like yours!” “Soon, what’s yours will be mine!”

The last thing Kenneth remembered before he passed out was chugging down the bottle of soda which tasted unusually sweet, before a strange sensation began emanating from within him. He started sweating, his limbs went numb, and finally he felt incredibly sick to his stomach. Before he knew it he started throwing up weird black goo from his mouth as he simultaneously lost consciousness…

When Kenneth woke up, he immediately knew something was wrong. He was somehow trapped in a small glass jar, he had no sense of control over himself, and it seemed as if he was simply spinning and swirling around and around in a circle.

What horrified him the most though, was the sight of what appeared to be his own body standing in the hallway and checking himself out. The imposter was wearing his favorite cap and leather gear, and seemed busy practicing saying his name out loud: “I’m Kenneth, nice to meet you.” Hi, I’m Kenneth, would you like to see my abs?” “Kenneth here, I betcha you would love to suck on this dick!”  

After minutes of checking himself out and fondling his own bulge through the clothes, the imposter finally noticed Kenneth’s presence. In true horror, Kenneth watched as his own body walked up to him, getting bigger and bigger the closer he got, until he finally stood in front of him.

What followed was a small show of the body thief showcasing his new desired flesh, and an explanation of what had happened and what was to come. The realization finally came to Kenneth as he understood that he had been ejected from his own body in liquid form, while his creepy obsessive neighbor had somehow taken up residency in his empty flesh. And now, he was planning on stealing Kenneth’s identity and replacing him for good!

“Goodbye, Kenneth. I’ll take good care of this body and life of yours. This body will no doubt give me the most amazing pleasures I can ever imagine, front and back…”

The new Kenneth bid him farewell as he grabbed the jar and walked over towards the kitchen sink. The only thing the former Kenneth could do in his goo-like form was bubble and ripple as he was flushed down into the sinkhole, his own handsome grinning face being the last thing he saw as he disappeared down the drain… never to be found again…

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Redneck

I picked up this fine piece of redneck flesh at the job site. Put him on in his pick up and headed home. I tuck my pants into my boots as I stroke my new package. I’m pleased with how I look in this unit. I think I’m gonna call him home for a while.

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Don’t 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 ��ritualistic” items. The irony did not escape me. I was actually looking to access a “ritualistic” item that was classified as mundane. 

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. 

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. 

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. “Protection”. 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 get… creative. 

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 “old faithful,” 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 “Juicy Joe” (A nickname he wasn’t aware of). None of have succeeded. 

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 “faithful to Brit” and getting Charlie “out of his shell”.

I bit my lip thinking about the prospects.

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“Oh hey Joey!” 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.

“Hey dude! Uh, sorry I don’t remember names to well”. He replied back in a friendly manner. I shook my head at that.

“No need to apologize. I don’t think we’ve ever formally met.” He looked back at me expectantly, hand outstretched to greet. I shook it as I continued. “My name’s gonna be Joey too”. He nodded and smiled politely but the man’s face couldn’t hide his visible confusion.

I clung onto the lack of rejection on Joey’s 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. “Uh hey again… Joey… can I help you?”

I dropped all pretense, rushing to his bed and taking a whiff. “Fuck dude, you smell so hot”. 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.

“Hey bro, you should probably lea-“ He froze as he saw me extend a nerve out of my hand, like a red root outstretched into the air. “The fuck?”

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. 

“No one can hear you bro, it’s after finals, remember?” I twirled the needle in front of him before setting it on the table. “Can’t have you taking a shower and removing your natural cologne”. 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. 

Joey glared as he saw me finish placing my clothes in a neat pile on the floor. “Your turn”.

“What the fuck dude!? What makes you think-“ 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. 

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. “P-please man, just stop whatever this is. What do you want?”

I laughed. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s you. I want you. Every part of you.”

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. ‘Bless these stretchy workout shirts,’ 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.

“Now for some real fun” 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. “Fuck Joey, I can feel how strong your lungs are. Even your breaths feel like a top jock” I moaned. 

Like raindrops, I felt his tears stream down his cheek and onto my face. “L-Let me go man. Look I’m sorry for whatever I did to you. I swear I don’t remember doing anything.”

I laughed callously. “No need to apologize, bro. You haven’t done anything to me. I just want you all to my own.” I brought his phone up to his face so he could see the name on the call screen. Britney.

“Babe?” She answered. “What’s up?”

“H-HEL-“ He tried to holler. Instead, his neck swelled and throat strained as he my red thread began to writhe. 

“Joey? Is everything all right?” She asked in a worried tone.

“Fuck yeah it is,” Joey’s mouth laughed, while his eyes showed fear. I continued to use him as my mouth piece. “You’re so boring, Brit. Just called to tell you it’s over.” Tears began to well in his eyes. I could practically hear the tears in Brit’s eyes over the phone.

“Joey… I. Is something wrong? You never call me Brit. I told you how my dad used to…” She trailed, trying to rationalize the situation.

I continued the puppet show as Joey’s eyes continued pleading with me. “Nothing’s wrong, Babe. In fact, it’s finally all right over here.” He stated with a smile. Joey’s eyes winced at the venom spewing from his mouth.

Joey grunted as he tried to stop his free hand from fondling my ass. “Do 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.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess you mentioned it once…” She sniffled. “But I thought we were fine” said a choked up Britney.

“Fuck no this isn’t fine. Look at me. I’m a fucking bull.” 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. “I bet you taste fucking salty, Joey.” 

“Babe, what’s wrong? You never talk about your body that-“

“Brit, just shut the fuck up”. That seemed to shut her up. “Always fucking whining too…” 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. “It’s over”.

Joey dropped the phone on the table- still mid call, as I willed his other hand to cup my other cheek. Squeeze. “Fffuuuuck” I moaned. “You’re fucking mine, Joe.” 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. “I’m fucking yours”. I made him say. My eyes fluttered in drunken bliss.

“Joey- who is that?”

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. “Oh, him? I’ve been fucking him during this call, Brit. That’s how boring you are. Stupid too- we’ve been fucking for months and you never noticed” 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. “Fuck. Brit. You. Never. Felt. This. Good”. I make him gasp in between breaths. 

“So you’re fucking him, right now?” She asked, now turning to anger.

“Mmph… YES” 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.

“YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD TO ME,” 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 Joey’s eyes rolled back to its whites and his head slumped into my shoulder. 

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. “Take me, bro. I’m your fucking meat puppet. Feel me. Use me. These muscles, this body. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.” 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. 

I made him reiterate my will. “I’m all yours,” 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 Joey’s mouth and of his tongue now forced mine. I didn’t want this to end. Joey’s body pulled back from the kiss and began groping itself, repeating his new mantra. “I’m all yours.”

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. 

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. 

Charlie.

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A two-parter. Could not for the life of me get usable photos of “Joey” in a compression shirt, so you’re gonna have to use a little imagination for that one haha.

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Skinwalker: Carlos

I was out hunting the previous night. I went out as a coyote. Its pelt was old but comfortable. It offered me plenty range of motion, but was starting to decay. if I am to remain undetected, I need to be sure no one gets a good look at my form. So when I saw the sun rising in the eastern sky, I knew I had to act fast.

The best way to remain undetected in daylight, is wearing the skin of a man. I normally keep Jim’s skin nearby, but it was too far, and I would never make it in time.

Luckily, there was Carlos. He was a lineman doing his job. I got him off the pole by imitating his supervisors voice. It was so easy. He must not have been raised with my stories. He did not hesitate to come in my direction. It was then I rose out of the bushes. My body already morphing from the skeleton of a coyote to a man. With my rib cage open, I give him the most supernatural scream I could muster. I must’ve scared him to death because with a look of sheer terror he hit the dirt.

He did not flinch as I harvested his pelt. I put his skin on and it knits together. My transformation is complete. I am now Carlos. If he had known the legends, I may have never got him off that pole. I am safe to walk under the sun for another day.

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In a parking lot, Ryan relaxed in the back of his car. As he enjoyed a moment of solitude, a strange, ethereal glow caught his attention. A luminous orb, radiant with an otherworldly light, hovered mysteriously around the car. The jock's initially carefree demeanor shifted to one of unease as he fixated on the bizarre phenomenon unfolding before him.

The glowing ball of energy danced and weaved in the air, its movements unpredictable and erratic. Ryan's eyes widened, his pulse quickening as the orb circled his vehicle with an eerie grace. The chill in the air intensified, and a sudden gust of wind tousled his hair, sending shivers down his spine.

Fear gripped Ryan as the luminous entity drew closer, its glow intensifying. He scrambled to sit up, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing orb. The supernatural spectacle continued to unfold before him, the air thick with an unspoken tension.

Abruptly, the orb vanished from his line of sight, leaving Ryan bewildered and on edge. His breath hitched as an unsettling silence settled over the car, broken only by the distant hum of the night. In an instant, the ghostly entity reappeared, its form now seamlessly merging with the shadows.

Without warning, the orb surged forward, piercing through the confines of the car with an unnatural speed. It collided with Ryan's chest, sending shockwaves through his entire body. The jock convulsed violently, his body contorting in response to the spectral invasion.

Limbs jerked and trembled as the ghost waged a fierce internal battle for control. Ryan fought valiantly as he started tearing off his tank top, his muscles tensing and relaxing in a chaotic struggle against the unseen force.

For agonizing minutes, Ryan grappled with the relentless force, his resistance evident in every quiver of his form. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he gasped for breath, desperately attempting to reclaim control over his own body.

Then, in an abrupt moment of stillness, Ryan's body went limp. The struggle seemed to subside, leaving him motionless in the back of the car. The ghost, weary from the exertion of possession, emerged from Ryan's chest, hovering uncertainly in the air.

However, the momentary reprieve was short-lived. Taking advantage of Ryan's unconscious state, the spirit swiftly darted back into his chest, a sinister triumph gleaming in its essence. 'Ryan' sat up and started feeling up his muscles. He grabbed his crotch and moaned as he felt his new equipment grow hard. "Fuck yeah bro, this is gonna be an amazing weekend", 'Ryan' said mischievously.

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Stuffing

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. “Stuffing a turkey” 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 he’d 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 didn’t help that his cousin owned the place.

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“What the fuck!?” 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.

“Your cousin Vinnie let me in, he said to come for a good time.” You stated plainly. 

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 couldn’t help but lick your lips in the strength brimming from his sweat-slick biceps.

“I ain’t gay, fa-“

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.

“Oh Ryan… of course we are”. You hummed as you began to exert what small control you had in that piece inside him to prevent him from running away. It wasn’t much, and you mostly relied on the shock to keep him in position, but it had been enough. 

He looked at you, watching in horror as you liquefied your hands into a slick mass of flesh. You smile in turn.

“I can’t wait stuff you like a turkey… but what’s a turkey without some gravy?”

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. 

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. 

“B-bro!” He whined. 

“Don’t worry Ry, pretty soon you’ll be thanking me”. You playfully chime back. 

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. 

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 athlete’s cock. 

“Oh f-fufufuuuck” 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.

“Oh.. don’t look so guilty Ry, this feels good doesn’t it? What’s so wrong about that?” 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. “You feel good. To me- over me. I make you feel good, you make me feel good. Ryan, I think we’re a match made in heaven.”

You can tell the titillation reached it’s peak when Ryan’s 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 Ryan’s batter rocket out, pushing the tendril you had inside him out . 

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. 

“Oh Ryan… you’re gonna feel so good once you’re nice and stuff- can you imagine it? Experiencing that kind of pleasure every day?”

As much of a jerk as the guy was, you couldn’t 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. 

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 wasn’t the first time you’ve 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 “Bro-FUCK” 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 “please… please get out of me…”

Like a muscle within a muscle, you flexed, moving Ryan’s 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. “No can do Ry-“ 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. “I bet you can feel how permanent this is”.

Ryan’s 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 Ryan’s muscle fibers.

You also brought the parts of your flesh into his brain, slipping and twisting your folds into his. This particular action brought Ry’s 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 Ryan’s 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 Ryan’s psyche over your face like a mask.

“Ry… bro… I told ya- no can do” 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. “Ryan, bro… we’re one.” 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. Ryan’s 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 Ryan’s 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. “You smell so fucking good bro”. 

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.“ I like it when you fight”. 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, you’ll 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 “Ryan” 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. 

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Just a quick post-Thanksgiving bite.

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A second chance

Trust me, its incredibly boring to be a ghost. At least I thoight that till some time ago when I found out thta I can possess people.

In my ghost form, I'm trapped in the building I died in. The good thing is that this building is a hotel so I could haunt some guests who came to sleep here ober the last 150 years. Sadly that got boring very fast. But I found out that I can possess unsuspecting people, and when I possess someone, I can leave the building.

I possessed multiple people already, men and women alike. It was great to walk around and see how the city had changed over the last 150 years. Now, there is a guest in the hotel who booked a room for 3 months and I'll spend some of that time as him.

The day, where I wanted to possess him had arrived and he got into an elevator to get to his bike. I got ready to pull down his pants so I could enter him through the widest hole.

He took out his phone and stopped the elevator to make a mirror selfie and I thought that would be a great opportunity to expose him.

Sadly, I didnt get the timing right. I pulled his leather pants down and pushed myself into his hole. As I entered he dropped his phone  and helmet and he let out a deep moan. He pulled his pants in front of his dick up and tried to grab for the thing that tried to invade him, but he couldnt touch me. I entered further and managed to lift him in the air. The tip of his boots scraped over the metal surface of the elevator. He still tried to grab me but I was already so far in that he lost control over some of his motor functions. His body started to shake and the only noise he could get out were some gargling sounds. I entered his body completely and it fell to the ground. I rearanged my own ghostly limbs with his flesh and stood up.

I finally felt a body again. I felt how pre-cum dripped from his hard, pulsating cock against the warm leather pants, how his clothes fit like a second skin. I felt the deep breaths as the body was partially exhausted from me. I smelled the sweat. It was great to be a living human being.

I pulled up my pants completely, tucked the white shirt back in and took my phone and helmet from the ground. I let the elevator continue and went to my motorcycle. As I arrived, I put on my gloves and searched his memories and how to drive.

When  I was alive, there were no motorcycles. The first cars were just released but nothing else. I took the memories and how to drive and I found out that I possessed Jason, a bike lover and son of a billionaire family.

I drove off through the surrounding landscapes. It was the greatest feeling I've ever experienced. It felt like freedom.

This was the moment where I decided to extend my stay in Jason from around three days to around a week.

Now he has to leave the hotel as the three months are over. I have to admit that I stayed inside Jason for almost the complete three months. I left his body after two weeks but I felt insecure and as if I had lost a part of myself whenever I wasnt in him so I possessed him again when he slept.

I packed his things, ready to leave the hotel until Jason dies. I couldnt let him leave without me.

Now two months later it feels liberating driving on the streets, living somewhere else. I was stuck in that hotel for 150 years. I deserved a different life and I see this as my second chance. Sometimes I feel sorry for Jason as I took over his life, but that is a sacrifice I can live with.

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S(CREAM)

The legend says that the most weak and vulnerable may find themselves visited by the Halloween myth. It blesses those who encounter it the chance to hide behind a mask and conceal their insecurity, however be warned that no one knows what happens after you put it on, or who you might become.

The gym was completely quiet, the only sound being the metallic creaking of the punching bag as it swung back and forth until finally resting. Unlike Jess, it seemed like everyone was having the time of their lives on this Halloween Night. With one final punch, thrown with anger and frustration, Jess put the gloves away and wiped the sweat from his brow. His tank top was drenched, just the way he liked it, signifying that today’s work out was a good one. Unfortunately for him, it was the only good thing that had happened this week. Not only was it his least favorite time of the year, but finding out his girl was cheating on him with some CS nerd was truly the last straw. So there he was, at the gym on a perfectly good Halloween day, using the pain as the motivation for his pump.

Looking down at his shredded body, he couldn’t help but feel not only a sense of pride but of hatred.

“The fuck does he have that I don’t,” he muttered under his breath, imagining what possibly his ex saw in the computer geek. He let out a deep sigh and dropped his shoulders, letting out his tension. In his mind, all he could think about was what he was missing.

To Jess, working out was a way to regulate his emotions, and always had been. When it came to emotional intelligence, or any intelligence for that matter, well let’s just say he isn’t the brightest. Where others had friends to confide in or therapists to talk to, all Jess had was the gym. It was all that could make him feel good, constantly striving to look better so that he’d be better. Though a flawed ideology, it was his raison d’etre, caused by years of internalized fatphobia. In his youth, he was the fat kid that everyone knew but no one wanted to be seen with.

As he got older, it became more and more apparent that if he didn’t change then no one would want him, not as a friend or boyfriend. Jess eventually found his way into the gym, scrounging up the last bits of confidence he had left in himself to begin working out. At first, he was riddled with insecurity and anxiety, but as time eventually passed he lost weight and became more and more fit. Eventually he no longer felt like an outcast and made friends, joined sports, and even got a few girlfriends. However, everything comes with a price, and his transformation came at the expense of his education.

Becoming fitter and hotter were his only life goals, as the memories of fat and alone were a constant reminder on his mind. To Jess, working out and sports were far more important than learning and education. Skipping almost all of his classes to instead hit the gym and get on the field, he barely graduated High School but got a full ride to college through football. Any modicum of academic-wise intelligence he had was stuck at the middle school level, anything past that was foreign to his jocked-out brain.

And although his body was at its prime, those insecurities from his past still lingered and there were times when memories came back to haunt him. For instance, Halloween was his least favorite time of the year, as memories of being picked on or judged for eating candy or not being able to fit into kid’s sized costumes always ruined the holiday for him. Tonight, he had been planning to chill and watch a few movies with his girlfriend and fuck but seeing as that wasn’t happening anymore he desperately needed to get out.

As he wrapped up his workout and began heading out from the empty gym, his phone buzzed to see a text from his bro Andre.

“YOOOO just got some invites to this Halloween frat party, u down?”

“Fuck,” Jess thought out loud, realizing he hadn’t even gotten a costume since he wasn’t even planning on going out. “Idk dude I don’t got anything 2 wear” He texted Kyle back and was instantly replied to.

“Same broooo imma just try n find sumn in my closet n u should too. Cmon don’t u wanna score some pussy tn??”

Jess smirked, sounded like a plan to him, best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Sticking his tongue out like he was ready to eat some pussy, he snapped a picture and sent it with a caption.

“U alrdy know 👅👅 c u tn”

As he walked out of the campus gym, he couldn’t help but notice how dreary it looked out. Ominous signs filled the world around him, grey skies blocked out the light and October winds sending chills down his spine. Flocks of crows cawed as they flew from the tall trees surrounding his journey back to his place. Jess shrugged it off, it was a picture perfect Halloween and for once he was ready to enjoy it to the fullest. Running up the steps to the door of his off campus apartment, he unlocked it with excitement as he imagined the possibilities of tonight.

Ignoring a greatly-needed shower, he went straight to his closet. First things first, he needed to check if there was even a costume he could scrounge up and pass off as decent. Being a straight man, his closet was a mess of forgotten junk and unknown treasures, most likely hiding a couple things he could throw on. He rummaged through it, throwing aside anything that probably wouldn’t fit him anymore and random stuff that he probably should throw away. He searched aimlessly until finally, he reached his hand deep into a back corner of his closet, which was practically just a pile of clothes now, and touched something hard. He felt it, cold to the touch, and his curiosity took ahold of him as he slowly he pulled it out from under the heap.

Before him in his hands was a white mask with a black sort of headdress, marked with wear and tear and an air of mystery. Questions rushed through his brain; What is this? Who’s is this? Why is it in my closet? Did I buy this? Jess stared intently at the mask, it seemed familiar to him somehow, almost as if there was some sort of connection between the two. His finger traced the design of the mask, the way the face seemed almost contorted in pain sent chills down his spine. “Oh shit!” it hit him suddenly, he had seen this mask before in some horror movie his ex liked to watch, but did she get this for him and if so when and why?

He brushed aside his worried thoughts, at least she did one thing good for him. A costume is a costume, and so he began getting ready for the party. Analyzing the mask, he began to think about ways he could wear it but not look too dweeby or stupid. He wanted something simple and sexy, and so he pulled off the sweat soaked tank top he had worn to the gym and brought it to his nose. Taking in a whiff, his eyes shot open as the musk invaded his nostrils, making a mental note to wash it and tossed it to the side.

Placing a chain around his neck, putting a gold watch on, and tossing on some fuck-boy grey sweatpants, his pussy hunter costume was almost complete. He chuckled, from experience once girls see a chain, an expensive watch, and a nice bulge through your grey sweats, they come running. He spritzed some cologne to mask some of his masculine scent that he abstained from washing off, knowing the pheromones would drive the girls crazy. Jess smirked to himself in the mirror, “I’m hot as fuck.” His afternoon pump perfectly accentuated his muscles and under this lighting, even he would fuck him, that is if he was a fag which would never happen. He ran his hands over his crystal cut abs and flexed his biceps, getting one good look at his body before he headed out.

“Fuckkkk, I’m so ready for this shit,” he beamed, ready to put the cherry on top. He grabbed the mask, which surprisingly felt heavier than before and put it on. At first vision was a bit hazy, but quickly, his sight adjusted to his limited vision through the eye holes. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smirked under his mask and said to himself, “Alright sexy, let’s go score some.”

Almost instantly, a foreign voice responded. It was a cold, steady voice and yet there was this air of confidence that caused Jess to stop in his tracks and shudder. “Now now, are we sure you’re ready Jess?”

Jess whipped around, searching for the source of the voice but there was nothing to be found. “What the fuck? Who the fuck is there?” he shouted angrily, albeit a bit muffled through the mask, to nothing but the air.

“There’s no one there, I’m up here,” the voice responded almost menacingly.

Jess shot his face up to his ceiling but again, nothing there.

“No you idiot not up there, up here, in your mind.”

Rolling his eyes under the mask, Jess couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity for seriously believing an invisible force was speaking to him. “Ooooookay I get it now. Someone put a scary mask in my closet as some dumbass Halloween prank and like there’s a speaker inside for whoever’s talking on the other end right? Fuuuunnnnyyy. Lemme just take this shit- huh why can’t I take this shit off?” Jess flushed red with panic, beginning to erratically pull off the mask that almost seemed glued to his face. “HEY FUCKER stop whatever this shit is okay? Funny fuckin’ prank now lemme take it off!”

The sinister voice returned, “Now why would I do that? It’s too late anyway, I’ve already sealed myself to your face. Which, let’s be honest, I did you a favor covering up that ugly mug of yours for all eternity. This body is… delightful, but that face, well, let’s just say there are some things you just can’t fix in life.”

Waves of anxiety and fear washed over Jess as he began to feel truly panicked. What the fuck was happening to him? His mind raced with thoughts as his instinct to scream for help kicked in but alas, nothing came out. His eyes widened with horror and as if his soul began to slip away, he fought to maintain control of his body.

“Don’t you mean, my body? Don’t be too surprised, what good of an evil entity would I be if I couldn’t read your mind too? Your vessel is mine now Jess, and what a wonderful one it is. You’ve really put in the work to make yourself forget about the fat, ugly little shit you once were.

Jess doubled over, feeling the weakness spread like a plague through his most prized possession, his body. Through a winced voice, he pleaded, “How did you even know…. please just let me go I’ll do anything.”

In his mind, the voice spoke again, “I know everything Jess. Really you can’t expect me to take over your body without learning about you first, that’s just rude. That ex-girlfriend huh, cheaters make me sick… too bad you were such a shitty boyfriend, she had no other choice.”

As Jess stumbled out of the bathroom towards the front door for help, barely strong enough to keep himself up straight, he weakly coughed out, “Fuck you.”

“Now now now, that’s no way to talk to a new friend. I mean it’s true, you were so obsessed with your physique you ignored her for days at a time. Ghosting her for days and responding only when you got horny, putting getting drunk with your boys before being with her, even cancelling on dates so you could get a quick work out in? You’re a man child. And look at you now, all those muscles didn’t help did they?

Jess was crawling on the floor, just making it to the front door as he reached up and weakly began to twist the door knob. He barely had the strength to keep up his muscle packed body, the heaviness overpowering what little power he had left. As the last bit of adrenaline left his system, his dreams of escaping the nightmare disappeared as he lost the strength to move his body. He fell completely flat to the floor, and almost as if he was a puppet tied to strings, his mind watched in terror as his body raised itself to his knees, then fully stood up, making its way over to the living room mirror.

Next Jess watched as his arms moved on their own, grabbing his rock hard bulge through his sweats, causing some pre-cum to gush out and fill his boxers. “Let’s take a pic for the memories,” his own voice said out loud without his willing. Almost instantly, his body took out his phone, flexed, and snapped a quick photo before tossing it to the side.

Jess just observed in shock and fright, lost as to how he could even fight this. Then, both his arms raised up, exposing the musky jungles under his arms to the outside world. “Whew boy, maybe the first thing I’ll do with this body take a shower!” he sneered, not before long however, his body turned to his pits and buried the masked face into it, taking in deep breaths of the must, “or maybe not… I have to say your body is quite a marvel, I never believed such stink could smell sooooo good.”

The mask started to control Jess to feel up and down himself and rub his cockprint, causing the entity to moan out in pleasure, even making Jess who could only watch in horror, feel good. “Now this might be a little sick, but there’s a little thing I like to do after I take over a new vessel,” Jess’s voice explained as he checked himself out the mirror, “How about… I make your worst fears come true?”

Though he could feel tears streaming down his face beneath the mask, there was no sound of crying escaping Jess’ mouth, all he felt was sorrow and despair. “Are you ready? Here’s my favorite part!” His body puffed his chest out and flexed his biceps as a powerful dark energy suddenly surged through his veins. Jess felt only dread as his body began to expand and inflate with fat and muscle outwards, as his once fit and cut physique bulged into this bulky mammoth of a man. His once decent pecs bulged with fat as they became heavy jugs that weighed down his form substantially. Beneath the shadow of his now tits, the abs he had slaved his youth away for slipped away beneath a slight layer of fat blanketing his stomach. Jess screamed and pleaded from within his own mind for the being to stop, that his punishment was severe enough, but the torture was far from over.

“Yeahhh this is more like it! You’re fuckin huge bro,” maniacally laughed the entity controlling his body, “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to stand on a scale again! But really, don’t think you’ll be needing to worry about that.”

It was right, his body was a behemoth now, not fat, but far bigger than he ever was before. Jess was defeated and with the forfeit, his mind began to fade away into the aether.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast. I think there’s a better way for me to finally get rid of you…”

“I think this whole thing got me pretty fuckin horny, how about we give this body for a test drive?” Without hesitation, the entity pulled down his sweats and boxers, revealing his cock in full 9” mast.

Jess’ now meaty hands gripped the rock hard member and began to stroke it back and forth. Precum spouted out of his dick, dripping onto the floor and coating his cock in a thick lubricant. The entity moaned in hunger and pride, supremely pleased by how well his vessel turned out, squeezing Jess’ member and alienating the pressure with each stroke. The waves of pleasure even aroused Jess who even in the depths of his own mind could feel how amazing it was. His body panted, breathing heavy as sweat glistened from his skin. The monster teased the throbbing member, edging it closer and closer to ejaculation, torturing even Jess as he pleaded for sweet release. And that was exactly what the mask would deliver.

“Did you ever wonder why the mask takes the form of a screaming face? It’s the last thing my vessels do as they expel their hosts from their body!”

Jess’ mind was broken down and absorbed into his own cum filled balls and with one final stroke, the entity released his new flesh and bones’s load upon the mirror. With his sweet release, Jess let out a final scream, instantly causing the mask to mold itself to Jess’ final facial expression of pleasure and torture following the sick joke of each new victims’ final faces turning into the mask.

The new Jess smirked, seeing the last remnants of this vessel’s original owner splattered across the now cum-covered mirror. Another successful Halloween if he did say so himself.

A sudden buzz alerted “Jess” as his tossed aside phone vibrated with new messages from his best friend Andre, with around another 20 messages he had missed while having his fun. He took out the device from his pockets and read the latest one.

broooo wyaaaaa u promiz3d yud b hier i’m hella drunk so jyst find me wen ur hier

Jess recalled his agreement to a costume party from earlier in the day, “An extremely juvenile activity, but alas, who am I to break a promise?”

Making his way to the party, he felt the ground beneath his feet for the first time in a long time. Nothing beats the one time a year he gets to have a corporeal form. Walking into party, Jess could feel as drunken heads and lustful eyes turned his way. The music was blaring loud and college students dressed up in ridiculous costumes plagued the room with their youth. Colors and lights flashed before his eyes as he made his way over to what he had in his memories as the human companion named Andre. Placing his weighty hand on the sweaty and shirtless man’s shoulder, Andre whipped around in his drunken stupor to find a large man in a Ghostface mask looking down at him.

“Wow Jess, you should have told me your human friend was this cute,” he lustfully professed aloud.

“WHAT WUZ THAT?” Andre yelled over the god awful ‘Monster Mash’ remix playing at the frat. “Yoooooo wtf waitttt Jess is that you? Did you start bulking mannn?”

Jess shouted loudly to conversate over the terrible music, “Yeah bro, it’s me, in the flesh. Sorry I took so long, had to go out and grab this mask for a last minute costume.”

“OHHH no worriez mannn. Thas a smart idea I just found sum chains and a doggy collar so I wuz like why not say I’m a pet kink for Halloween HAHA!! Don’t judge me bro for real this wuz all I got!” ALRIGHT BRO you ready to score some pussy?” Andre explained drunkenly, pointing sheepishly to the chain and collar around his neck. As he looked up at his bestfriend, a feeling deep inside Andre was telling him something was really off about Jess, but he shrugged it off and blamed it on the alcohol.

Jess laughed, “Yeah sorry dude I don’t think I’m really into that anymore.” A puzzled look was drawn across his best friend’s face. He reached his hand down to Andre’s chain leash and tugged at it, pulling his bestfriend right in front of him as their eyes locked. Andre froze, almost as if time stood still while everyone around him and Jess partied on.

“Who’s a good boy?” Jess questioned in a stern and commanding voice as he stared down hypnotically into Andre’s eyes.

At first there was a slight pause from Andre, a hesitation, but soon from the doggy’s mouth came a sound, “Rrrrruff!”

Jess felt blood rush begin to rush back down into his thick manhood and looked down to see that Andre’s bulge beneath his costume’s leather shorts was begging to be played with. With a smirk beneath the mask, Jess held onto Andre’s chain as they made their way back to his apartment.

This was the best Halloween ever.

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Midnight

(Halloween Special)

It was October 31st and the evening was fast approaching. The sun was already beginning to set and pretty soon all the Halloween action was about to begin. Action that typically ranged from trick or treating to spooky house parties. Garret was planning on heading to the latter.

He’d meant to find himself a costume of sorts to wear but between work and dedicating a big chunk of his free time to the gym, working to maintain all the thick muscle he’d built, he’d found himself without anything interesting to wear. He knew most of his college frat buddies would be there and they’d almost certainly be dressing up in some way or another so he didn’t want to be seen as the boring one of the group. But what the hell could he wear? He didn’t really want to because it’d probably look terrible but at this point he’d more or less accepted that he’d just have to buy something cheap from the shop up the road. If anything they could at least have a laugh over how bad his costume was.

Just as the jock went to step out outside however, he was greeted by a pumpkin sat on his doorstep. But this wasn’t just any pumpkin. There was a silly rumour that went around town that there was a cursed pumpkin head that had some strange untold powers on Halloween night. People had reported seeing it just showing up out of nowhere in the street or near houses. Always the exact same pumpkin. Same shape. Same carving. Everything. But Garret didn’t believe it of course. Who the hell would believe a stupid rumour like that? His only guess was that it had to be someone around town trying to mess with him.

He was about to ignore it but then an idea struck him. He picked up the pumpkin to see that it already had a hole in the bottom and was perfectly hollowed out. Honestly he couldn’t even tell if it was real or fake. Regardless he figured showing up to the party with a ‘cursed’ pumpkin on his head would get a few laughs out of people while also saving him a trip to the shop. And so he shrugged before turning and heading back inside, pumpkin in hand.

Garret later sat debating with himself over something. He had a great idea for how exactly he could show up to the party but would it be too much he wondered? Nahhhhh. And so he proceeded to pull off the t-shirt and sweatpants he’d been wearing before grabbing another pair of rather skimpy underwear to put on. Now his thick jock body was on full display in all its glory. Those bulging biceps, watermelon sized pecs and those tree trunks he called legs. And to top it all off he slid the pumpkin on his head before strutting over to a mirror to take a look.

“Fuuuuck yeah baby! The chicks at this party are gonna love this!” He claimed boldly while giving his reflection a quick flex. “Yeahhhhh… they ain’t gonna be able to resist all this.” He chuckled to himself while thrusting his hips slightly, hoping to have a hot bitch on his dick by the end of the night.

The party wasn’t for a couple hours yet as it started at 11pm yet for some reason Garret didn’t feel like taking the pumpkin head off. Something about it felt weirdly… comfortable? He didn’t really think too much of it really and at one point almost forgot it was on his head. But soon enough 11pm was fast approaching and all of the trick or treaters had gone home so now was the time. Garret grabbed a coat and slung it on before stepping outside into the cool autumn night and starting his walk towards the party.

As soon as he arrived his bros welcomed him in, all laughing over the so-called ‘cursed pumpkin’ he was wearing. Those laughs quickly turned to cheers and whistles however as he soon threw off his coat to reveal his bare torso. His hunky body out for all to see. He immediately had the girls and gays drooling while even those that weren’t into guys couldn’t help admitting he had a damn good body.

From there on the party raged for the next hour. Dancing, laughing and all sorts of party shenanigans going down. Garret had even noticed a few hot babes that’d been checking him out much to his delight, causing his cocky grin to widen beneath the pumpkin head. Speaking of which he’d hardly removed the pumpkin even since arriving. He’d only taken it off once or twice momentarily to have a drink here and there before slipping it right back on. Once again though he didn’t think much of it. It was his costume after all. If he didn’t wear the pumpkin then he was pretty much just an almost dude in skimpy underwear. At least that’s what he told himself.

The clocks ticked closer and closer to midnight and as they did Garret began to get a weird feeling that he couldn’t describe. A mix of emotions like excitement, joy and anticipation. Only these emotions felt… second hand almost. Like they weren’t his own. As strange as it was he simply convinced himself that he was just a bit tipsy from the beer he’d been drinking.

However the second it turned midnight, an inexplicable feeling washed over Garret. He began to feel dizzy as everything around him began to blur.

“Bro… what the fuuuuuuuuckkk…” Garret groaned.

The crowd didn’t seem to notice much due to all the dancing and excitement of the party. That is until out of nowhere Garret’s entire body began to convulse. Strong muscles jiggling as his body shook uncontrollably. So much so that a handful of people couldn’t help noticing.

“Garret? Come on, we know that thing isn’t actually cursed. Stop being an idiot.” One of his mates said from behind as he watched on at the hunk’s shaking body.

The man was about to say something else when suddenly the convulsions stopped and Garret stood still once again. Only now he seemed a little dazed as he caught his balance after nearly falling over. He immediately began looking down at himself as best he could with the pumpkin head on. Touching his torso in a half curious, half sexual manner. More and more people began to notice this in small glances. Seeing at the dumb party jock started to feel himself up a little in the middle of the dance floor.

“Yo Garret! What’re you doing bro?” Another one of the dudes at the party asked.

Immediately after the hunk began to take notice of all the eyes on him now.

“Oh! Uhh…” He coughed a few times as if he weren’t used to his own voice. “I just… wanted everyone to know how uhhh… fuckin hot I am. Bro.” Garret stumbled with his words awkwardly. Even the way he said ‘Bro’ sounded foreign.

Immediately after Garret excused himself from the floor where everyone was dancing. He pushed his way through the crowd and as he did some people couldn’t help noticing the way that he moved. It was as if he wasn’t used to his own weight and size. Not to mention how strange his stride was. He was stumbling over himself slightly while subtly trying to adjust his bulge as if he weren’t used to the cock and balls between his massive thighs.

Eventually Garret managed to make his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. The jock walked over towards the mirror and took a long deep breath. “Finally…” he mumbled before grabbing the pumpkin and slowly slipping it off his head.

Upon seeing his reflection Garret couldn’t help grinning. “Holy shit... I’m-… I’m a fucking hunk!” He exclaimed with glee upon getting a good look at not only his body but his handsome face as well.

“God I was stuck inside that pumpkin for so long…Not being able to move, touch, smell or taste. I was starting to go insane.” He said as he touched his face curiously. “Sorry bro but it’s your turn now.” He smirked, looking at the pumpkin head now sat on the counter next to the sink.

Little had Garret known that the curse on the pumpkin head was most certainly real despite his skepticism. Every Halloween when the pumpkin gains its powers it will appear to someone it deems fit who will feel subtly compelled to wear it. However the person wearing the pumpkin when midnight rolls around will have their soul trapped inside it! In turn whoever was last trapped inside the pumpkin will gain the take over the body instead.

Last Halloween the pumpkin appeared to a young woman named Kim. Just like Garret she ended up wearing it and come midnight the soul that’d been previously trapped in the pumpkin stole her body and trapped her inside it. Since then she’d been trapped in this strange cursed pumpkin. She had the ability to teleport around but she found that she was completely invisible to the world. It was torture. All the while a stranger was enjoying her body. That is until Halloween finally rolled around again and suddenly she was visible once more. Luckily she’d been watching a certain young jock a lot recently. The type she would’ve been into before. Garret. That’s when it all clicked. Now was her chance to get a new body. And so she made sure to show up on Garret’s doorstep and the rest is history.

Kim’s manly new hands began to explore her new body. “Holy fuuuck. I can’t believe I’m actually a man!” She exclaimed, still in awe at her new masculine body. “It feels so different. Everything from the shape to the proportions. It’s all so weird.” She continued as he felt around her hips and waist. Running her hands along her new abs with a lustful curiosity. “Mmmm it feels goooood though.”

Her smirk grew even wider as she brought her hands up towards her chest. Without a second thought she cupped her massive new pecs in her hands, hefting them a little much to her own joy. “God these tits are even bigger than my old ones.” She laughed while giving her pecs a good grope. That’s when an idea hit her. “I wonder if I can…” She took a small step back and focused on her chest. It took about a minute or so to figure it out but, thanks to muscle memory, pretty soon she was bouncing her pecs in the mirror! “Fuck that is HOT!” She said with Garret’s slightly dumb sounding jock voice. A voice that she was quickly growing to love.

She wanted to continue admiring her new muscular form but was quickly interrupted by a growing tightness in her groin. “Oh- Jesus that’s… fuck.” Kim muttered to herself as she looked down to see her new bulge growing bigger. She reached down somewhat hesitantly before placing a curious hand on it. She gently ran her hand along the hardening outline of her new cock as it pulsed bigger with excitement. “Wow… so that’s what it feels like huh? It’s so-Mmph” She grunted as he gave her manhood a quick squeeze or two. “So stiff… how the hell do guys walk around with these things between their legs? It was weird enough moving around when it was limp.” She continued while squeezing it a few more times and rubbing her hand back and forth along the outline, shuddering slightly with delight as she did. “Oh god it feels good though…”

The real Garret could only watch on completely helpless as the woman who stole his powerful body began to slide his skimpy underwear down. It was a nightmare! He was praying that any second now he was gonna wake up and that this was all some sort of crazy dream. Unfortunately for him however, this was indeed reality.

As soon as she slipped off the underwear, Kim’s new cock practically jumped out at her. Smacking her abdomen before standing out in front of her at full salute. “Shhhiiiitttt Bro!” She said, imitating Garret’s jock attitude. “This thing feels like a metal rod!” She commented as she took the fat cock in her hand. It was thick and long, perfectly shaped and not to mention sensitive as Kim was quickly finding out. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a deep grunt as she stroked her new dick a couple of times. The sensation of which felt mind blowing to her.

“Oh god okay. This could just be my new man brain talking but now I understand why dudes always wanna fuck.” She smacked her chick against her hand a few times and that sent a small shiver up her body. “I just wanna stick this thing in any hot hole I can find.” Kim added before thrusting her hips slightly just as Garret had been doing earlier that day. “Jeez… I’ve only been in this body for 10 minutes and I’m already acting like a dude.” She chuckled. Though she had to admit the idea of that was hot as fuck. Not only stealing Garret’s jock body but then also acting like a dumb horny bro as well. Something about that was only making her dick harder.

After which her hand moved just a tad bit lower towards her balls. Her fat, full jock balls. She couldn’t quite explain it but something about holding them in her hand made her feel… comfortable? And the feeling of swinging them between her legs even made her feel more confident in a strange way. Like they were a literal source of pride. “I can’t believe there’s cum inside these things…”

What followed was a scene of Kim showing off to herself in the mirror like an absolute man whore. She particularly enjoyed flexing her now massive biceps, the sight of which was driving her crazy with lust. “Fuck yeahhh! I feel so fucking huge and powerful! I always wondered how jacked dudes felt having giant fucking muscles like this.” She relished in the immense strength she felt flowing through her arms as she flexed them. Even keeping her left arm flexed as he used her right to jerk off her new cock some more to her own reflection.

“And these legs?! Jesus I could probably crush a melon between these thighs.” She ran a hand down the massive trunks, flexing them a little as she admired her thick quads and strong calves which led down to a pair of feet that were easily 4 sizes bigger than the ones she’d had a year ago. However this then caused her hands to wander towards her backside and immediately upon groping it she couldn’t stop herself from turning around to take a look in the mirror. “And I’ve got a jock butt!” She wailed, letting out her more feminine side for a second before inspecting it some more. Her hands cupped the large muscular globes from below before jiggling them, allowing the reflection of it to captivate her. A buff straight jock jiggling his ass towards a mirror. It was perfect.

Speaking of which, as Kim continued to jerk her cock, she began to notice Garret’s sexuality setting in. Part of her had been expecting this. She knew Garret was straight from what she’d seen so she was expecting to become straight as well. Only… that’s not what happened. Not only had she been enjoying her own body way too much for a straight man but she also found the idea of getting to use her new manly form to hook up with other dudes to be insanely hot! Yet despite that she couldn’t help thinking about tits and pussy as well just like a straight guy. All of it was hot!

That’s when it hit her. Garret wasn’t straight. He was Bi! He must’ve hidden that gay side out of fear of being seen differently. Perhaps just finding it easier to fit into that social norm of being a straight guy. But secretly he’d always wanted to fuck other dudes ass’ just as much as he did pussy. Maybe even more so. And now Kim did as well.

By this point Kim had completely given in to his new cock. Jerking it off obsessively while continuing to admire his reflection. Not much of a surprise considering he’d never dealt with one before, making it easy for him to fall into the temptation of it all. The feeling of having something long and hard between his legs that could penetrate someone was exhilarating. Just the thought of slipping it inside someone had his mind reeling. Being able to thrust in and out of someone and completely dominate them with his strength and size. Hell, even the thought of someone doing that to him right now was making him horny. Another dude slamming his cock into his jock butt. He could finally find out if the male g-spot really felt as good as everyone says.

“OH FUCKK!” Kim shouted as he continued jerking his dick furiously. All the while continuing the flex and pec bounce. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA- GAUHHHHHHHHHH!” He roared before doing exactly that. He let go of his dick and quickly tossed both arms up into a double bicep flex as an eruption of cum exploded from his cock. Thick heavy ropes of ball batter splashed across the mirror before Kim intentionally turned to face the pumpkin as he shot another rope. Cum splattered across the pumpkin, coating the real Garret in his own seed as he’s forced to watch helplessly as his former body unloads. “FUCKKK BROOOOO!”

It took Kim a few minutes to catch his breath after that. “That… was… amazing…” He claimed between heavy breathes as he basked in the afterglow of his first male orgasm. He had to admit it felt rather different from the female orgasms he’d been used to before but it felt just as incredible. Just the feeling of firing that milky white substance from his cock was euphoric.

Once Kim had a chance to catch his bearings a bit, he started to clean up a little. Quickly wiping up most of the cum including what had gotten on the pumpkin. He had a little fun playing with soft dick, loving how cute it looked now it’s shrunk down to its flaccid and far less intimidating size. After which he grabbed Garret’s underwear again and pulled them back up quickly.

“Wow… this face is just… wow.” he commented as he stared back into the mirror once again, getting right up close to it this time. It was so different to the face he’d had originally. His features were so much sharper and deeper. His jaw was wider. His eyes were more… piercing? At least with his hair being so short now it should be a lot easier to maintain. And the beard! God he loved the beard. Something about it just made him feel that much more manly. He always loved a man with a bit of facial hair and now he was one. Overall he just adored the masculine look to it. It was as if he’d become the very object of his desire. A complete fucking hunk.

“I’ll tell you what Garret, I think I'm gonna love being you.” he said to the pumpkin. “I’m hot and jacked but most of all, I’m a man!” Kim grinned. “No more periods, no more pregnancy worries and no more bullshit expectations women have to live up to. Instead I get to have huge muscles and a fat cock that I can use to dump a load into any hole I want and most of all I get a whole lot male privilege.” he reached down and grabbed his bulge with a sly grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to keep this body in good shape.” he promised having already felt a strange urge to lift and workout upon taking this body. “Hey, there’s always next Halloween. Maybe then you’ll be able to find a new body just like me.” he half taunted him.

Just then there was a loud knock on the door. “GARRET?! YOU IN THERE? HURRY UP DUDE!” Someone shouted from the other side.

“Shit. Better get back out there. Let’s hope I can get used to walking with a dick and balls before people start asking questions.” The new Garret laughed while picking the pumpkin back up. “Hope you don’t mind if I use you for the rest of the party. You’re kinda my costume.” He chuckled before slipping the cursed pumpkin back on his head.

And with that Garret stumbled his way out of the bathroom and into the party once more where he would continue to mingle with the other guests. None of which had any clue as to what had gone down. And soon enough he’d toss aside the memories of his former life as a woman to truly integrate himself into this new life flawlessly. The life of a hot jock bro who’s only cares in the world are fucking and getting even more swole. Only now that life might include a lot more men than it did before.

I know I’m on a break right now but I couldn’t help cooking up a hot Halloween story. Hope you all enjoyed!

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