#male body control

[semischarmed]

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.

#male possession #male body control #male puppet #male corruption #male merge #male takeover

[alienpossession]

Body a Day 16: Shadow

He was never a vain or arrogant individual. But when the dark extraterrestrial being merged with his shadow, he practically lose control of his own body as the shadow become his puppeteer and forced him to do things the real him wouldn't even bother or think to do, such as exposing himself in public, getting more and more tattoo, rotating sexual partner like a Russian Roulette all week long or even just having a breakfast with only his underwear on in a public hotel. All because the shadow found his innocence and naivety as a former nurse so sweet to be corrupted. When the thing is satisfied, it'll move on and leave him to deal with the side effects of losing his bodily senses after years of being used

#male body control #alien takeover #body a day

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[fullfriendnerdclutch]

I find it comical that these assholes never listened everytime I warned them that they shouldn't mess with me. I might be frail and looking like your run-of-the-mill dweeb, but I can assure you that I can wear your body better than what you can ever thinks of. Jerome here might soon realize that rather than being a harsh and arrogant homophobic prick, he's a better cocksucker than most of the people he called names when I'm in control of his body. Oh his poor heart when he viewed the way I totally filled his gallery with all my salacious selfie and homemade videos, this guy will never recover from this ordeal lol

#male possession #male body control #male takeover #revenge possession #racial change

[bluecollarmcandtf]

How to Use Your Meat Suit

I can't believe how awesome this weekend was! Let's just say that the perfect way to avoid a hangover is to just possess randos to take the hit for you!

It all started on Friday, when I took Tyler just as he got out of practice. He never saw it coming, and once his body was an empty suit for me to wear, I was ready to hop in and have the best night of my life!

I could actually feel the lingering adrenaline from his workout, and it was exhilarating! I tossed his bags aside and ran to my house party down the street, which was easy with his limber legs. Everyone went wild when I showed up as the star basketball player. They didn't care about his BO; they were just happy to watch me flex those freshly pumped arms.

Friday night went by in a flash of loud music and crowded dancing, but a lot of people started wondering why Tyler got piss drunk and began grinding against all the guys.

I don't have much to say for myself other than I may have put a little too much alcohol in his body and lost control. Drinking makes me horny, and I sure did not care about Tyler's former reputation. People might not think of him as the cool lady-killer he used to be, but that's not my problem.

Anyways, I dropped his body when a cop busted us around 4 am. I could barely stand, I was so drunk, so I'm not surprised Tyler collapsed to the floor the second I stopped puppeteering him.

I jumped into the policeman who'd shown up.

It was weird to go from blackout drunk to stone-cold sober, but I quickly gathered my bearings. Now in control of the cop, I pried the drink from Tyler's sweaty limp fingers and sloppily swallowed it all! The crowd went wild, and the party raged on.

And just like that I went back to dancing and drinking, only I was now wearing the body of an on-duty police officer.

Being a little more sober, I spent the early hours of Saturday morning trying to hook up with someone. I think most of the guys there were a little too intimidated to be talking to a cop, but I eventually found someone.

This guy walked up to me and called me a pig. I think he was trying to offend me, but he only succeeded in turning me on. I pulled him close and oinked in his ear playfully. He got the message and dragged me to an upstairs bedroom. The rest of the night was a blur as I continued to down drinks, but I could definitely tell that my date was getting off on degrading the officer I had on.

The officer's body eventually collapsed to the floor in a drunken exhaustion, so I jumped out. It was almost midday by then, so I ventured outside and found someone else to possess.

There was this construction site across the street. Several of the workers were idly chatting about the nearby house party that was still going strong.

Without warning, I hopped into the contractor; he was the only man there that wasn't fat, old, or ugly. He certainly smelled ripe, but I rather enjoyed how filthy he was. Wearing his masculine body instantly tented the pole in his jeans, but I didn't bother trying to hide it from his coworkers.

I quickly ordered them to take the day off, which left them mostly confused. I'm sure I was acting out of character, but I didn't care. I just waved the team away, and marched down the street to a bearby liquor store.

There, I fished out all the cash in the guys wallet to use on booze. It was a good thing his body was strong enough to haul it all back on his shoulders. Though the party was starting to wind down, it quickly revamped when I restocked the drinks. Before long, I was back to drinking and dancing on any guy who'd let me, only this time I was wearing the construction worker's body.

That party lasted all weekend. It quickly became a legend on campus for its good luck and neverending supply of liquor. No one knew that it was all the work of some friendly ghost. I just wanted everyone to have a good time!

The three guys I possessed didn't have the best time though.

Tyler woke up at some point with a splitting headache and no memory of all the twerking and flirting he'd done the night before. He did eventually hear stories, which left him feeling utterly humiliated. His teammates never let him live that one down.

I don't think the cop lost his job, but he was reprimanded for not reporting in after his shift. I think the officer was just glad none of his colleagues knew he'd woken up in the middle of a college party, his uniform soaked in alcohol and who knows what else!

That construction worker woke up just before his next shift. He was completely confused and hungover, but he stifled his worries and shuffled across the street. He was more than happy to just show up at work like nothing had happened.

I'm thinking about throwing another party next week. The Dean of the college has a pretty large house, and I'm sure his students would love to see me letting loose in his body...

#gay mind control #gay ai art #gay possession #male possession #body possession #body suit #body swap

[uncanny-tranny]

I just have to say that it's so weird reading how transphobes think of trans bodies as mutilated and gross when they never would have thought my body pre-transition was worthy. The "argument" of mutilated beauty that transphobes have tossed around is just a fear mongering tactic, because they don't tend to actually love or appreciate and see value in bodies that don't "neatly" fit into male and female, with no overlap and no nuances.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #i saw so many transphobes agonizing about a trans guy who developed acne from transition... #...they were agonizing about how he ruined his skin and beauty and how *they* didn't find him attractive anymore (how sad /s) #i read that and i realized... pre-transition i had a ton of acne (it's not gotten worse at all so far) #pre-transition i had very broad shoulders (to the point i was made fun of for how i'd act because of my broadness) #pre-transition i inherented most of the traits of the males in my family... #...and if i didn't transition - if i were cis? those same transphobes would think of me just as poorly and they'd hate my body and my soul #because it isn't about 'saving people'. it's about control. it's about manipulating the human experience into two neat boxes #and that excludes people like me. it excludes intersexness and natural variation in human bodies. #transphobia #transphobia tw #like this is shit i knew ever since i first interacted with a transphobe but it to this day blows me away

[bigboysfalldeep]

As a senior officer, rookies are assigned to Raùl up to four times a year. He shows them the basics, how to stay safe, what places to avoid and simply, how to be a good cop. His newest partner just graduated from the academy about three weeks prior. Being very green, days are extremely exhausting. Nonetheless, Raùl enjoys his job a lot.

He just brought him home after a very long, draining shift, and hes happy to spend an hour alone, to relax and to do paper work. The young one is learning this soon enough, and as long as nothing eventful happens, those reports are pretty easy to fill out.

Raùl is sitting inside the car in midst an empty parking lot a little out of town, lighting a cigarette. As he takes a deep breath, he leans back against the seat. With a huge exhale, he sighs and blows smoke out of his mouth.

He checks the clock. His shift is nearly over, time to head to the station. He turns the key, and the engine roars to life, but it dies soon after. Bewildered, he turns the key again, with the same result.

Sighing again, he thinks for a second. He cant afford that car to be broken. So much paperwork. Annoyed, he reaches for the key, but as he looks into the rear view mirror, he spots a dark figure sitting on his back seat.

"What the fuck? Who are you?" He grunts angrily, but as he blinks, that figure is gone. Raùl turns around to see where that man has gone, but there is no one in sight.

His heart is racing and his breath quickens rapidly. He feels his whole body shaking in fear. "What the fuck?" Raùl exhales, and the sound of his radio spooks him. He jumps, hearing the voice of his operator echoing through the car.

"Raùl. Can you hear me?" She says, and the cop takes a deep breath.

He turns back around and leans against the seat. "I can hear you." He turns on his microphone and holds back a nervous chuckle.

"Captain wants to talk to you, you may come in." She says calmly.

"On my way." He coughs, trying his best to not show his growing anxiety.

Raùl closes his eyes and runs a hand across his face and through his hair. 'Just my nerves' he thinks, but once he opens his eyes, however, the ghostly figure is hovering right in front of his face.

Letting out a guttural scream, he cant stop it from entering his body through his open mouth. Like sticky liquid it covers the inside of his mouth, his tongue and slides down his throat. Raùl gags, and tries to grab his attacker, but it doesnt work. He reaches for his gun, the radio, but then, his throat starts burning.

Its warm, goo-like, and more and more of it enters his mouth. In horror he watches the figure disappear inside him, deeper, until its gone.

His body reacts right away, getting harder than ever before. Its a extremely weird feeling. On the one hand its disgusting, the smell and texture of it all, but on the other hand, hes getting arroused.

Raùl blinks a few times and holds his throat, and stomach still feeling that sticky liquid running down inside him. He gags again and again, a defensive mechanism, but it doesnt work at all.

His entire body stiffens harshly, as all of his muscles bulge against his now tight uniform. "What is...." He growls deeply, but suddenly, his body starts twitching.

His entire being starts tingling, as warmth fills his entire chest. Subconciously, he starts stroking himself, feeling his skin heating up even through his clothes. His breath quickens again and he desperately tries to open up his vest, to make it easier for him to breathe.

After a few failed attempts, he opens the zipper and takes a huge deep breath in relief.

Just then, the warmth starts spreading through his arms right into his fingertips. The tingling gets even worse but he cant help himself but moan in blissful satisfaction.

Still stroking himself, he feels his skin move slightly, something or someone is adjusting to his bigger frame.

Its painful yet more waves of pleasure echo through every fiber of his body.

His upper body grows heavier and the warmth keeps spreading, now, through his waist into his thighs, further down, reaching his toes.

Raùl moans again as even his cock is tingling rhythmically. It grows larger, pressing against his pants. He never felt like that before, and nothing caused him to leak precum and stain his boxers that fast.

Unable to control himself he grabs his bulge firmly, moving his hand along his ever growing shaft.

"Soo good."

A voice enters his thoughts, causing Raùl to snap out of this state of pure pleasure for a moment.

"Who are you?" He opens his mouth, but hes just drooling. Instead, hes talking to that voice inside his head.

"Im the new owner of this beautiful body."

The voice says sassily.

"What? Who?"

Unable to form a coherent thought, Raùls mind starts spinning even faster.

Just then, his mind is flooded with so many different images, thoughts and feelings, which simply overwhelm him.

All of him tells him to give in. That its okay. So easy.

"Im merging with you, Raùl." The voice says. "Ive been looking for a host for months. And watching you with those rookies made my heart melt."

Raùl leans his head back, letting out a long guttural moan at the simple thought of his new partner.

His cock pulsates happily, staining his clothes even more.

"Im sorry. Couldnt help myself." The voice giggles.

"Please....dont."

Raùl cries out, the feeling of losing control getting worse and worse.

"I want you. I need you." The voice says. "And I always get what I want."

The pressure on his body gets nearly unbearable, and with a last effort, he tries to fight back, but the batlle is already lost.

Moaning, groaning and grunting deeply, Raùl shoots load after load into his pants. His body is giving in, and that voice is embracing this fully. The eyes turn glassy and unfocus before they roll back into his head. All of the muscles are testing the limits of the uniforms fabric and his voice breaks before it stops.

For a moment, all goes numb.

Then, 'Raùl' opens his eyes, and lets out a low groan.

With a smile, he looks at his reflection inside the rear view mirror, enjoying the sight of him.

"Very nice." He growls and inspects his face, running a hand through his nicely done hair and groomed beard.

'Raùl' then inspects the rest of his body. He enjoys how it feels to be a well trained cop. His muscles flex easily, and then, subconciously, he strokes his cock through a huge wet patch.

"Fucking good." He smirks, and raises his eyebrows. "The first time is always the best."

His captain wants to speak to him. Thats going to be fun.

#tf story #male tf #male hypnosis #male body switch #male body possession #male mind control #male body suit #male on male #male domination #male transformation #hypno story

[possession-swapbody]

Ser de la familia de un amigo

Estaba caminando en compañía de mi amigo Axel, cuando vimos un caja tirada en medio de la calle, nos acercamos para ver y no tenía direcciones, ni tampoco nombres que indicaran algún dueño o destinatario por lo que decidimos quedárnoslo, al llegar a casa de Alex lo abrimos y solo venía un extraño tipo de control, con una roca blanca dentro de el pero que se dejaba ver, venía con un manual y una carta que decía:

Bienvenido al mundo de las vidas de otros, si quizás se pregunte a que se refiere, bueno antes de eso déjeme explicarle algo aun más importante, lo que usted tiene en este momento es algo que debe guardar en secreto, ya que cualquier dato público ocasionaría un caos, ahora bien, usted a sido bendecido con una de las únicas 5 rocas de almas del mundo, para poder usarla con mayor comodidad se hizo el control remoto que canaliza la energía para más precisión, con este control puede escoger entre cambiar de cuerpo con alguien, poseerlo o controlarlo, solo presione el botón y agarre el mando con su mano de manera que apunte al cuerpo objetivo, recuerde que cualquier daño que ocasione estará comprometiendo a alguien más, si usted no quiere arriesgarse a ocupar la vida de alguien o no le interesa favor de meter el control con esta nota e instrucciones en la caja en que encontró, sellar lo mejor que pueda y dejar en un punto poco frecuentado.

Alex se río, dijo que que esa era una de las bromas anónimas más patéticas del mundo, yo pensaba lo mismo pero en un momento el tomo el control y presiono controlar mientras se apuntaba a sí mismo, una especie de estela de luz salio del mando y lo dejo paralizado, el estaba quieto como un robot, entonces creyendo que seguía bromeando le dije que se desnudarte pata mi, sorprendentemente lo hizo, eso me hizo creer que quizá el mando decía la verdad, lo tome y vi un botón que decía revertir debajo de cada función, entonces pensé en presionarlo pero la curiosidad me ganó, le dije que fuera al baño de la habitación y se masturbara pero que antes de que terminará abriera la puerta, y hasta lo hizo en el momento que la puerta se habría presione poseer y mi visión se volvió oscura por un segundo solo para ser recibido por mi cuerpo viéndome de frente congelado y una gran presión que pronto termino en mi en el cuerpo de Alex corriendo me por todo su baño, no lo podía creer, el control si funcionaba y ahora estaba en el cuerpo de Alex sintiendo la paja más sensible de mi vida, tras terminar me hacer que al control y presione revertir posesión, regrese a mi cuerpo y vi a Alex volver al estado en el que sigue las órdenes de todo lo que le diga, así que le dije que se vistiera y limpiara el desastre.

Ya había terminado de limpiar cuándo la puerta de la casa se habría era Jhon el padre de Alex quien llego y aun tenia a Alex bajo control, pero justo antes de que el papa de Alex abriera la puerta le ordene actuar como si nada pasará.

Jhon: hey chicos como están?

Alex: bien papá

Jhon: oye Sam crees que puedas ayudarme a mi y a Alex a mover un mueble del garaje, normalmente se lo pediría a Leo pero de mis 2 hijos pareciera que solo Alex vive aquí.

Samuel: claro, no hay problema.

Cuando salí del cuarto junto con Alex ayudamos a su padre pero en eso el vio el control y preguntó sobre qué era, le dije que era un juguete mio de pequeño que me encontré y que lo traje nada más para enseñárselo a Alex. Cuando se dio la vuelta presione en controlar y el se quedó quieto, le ordene no moverse y que olvidara el control, luego presione revertir control y aparentemente funcionó ya que no me pregunto nada más.

Tras mover el mueble le dije a Alex que supiéramos a su cuarto, al llegar le ordene olvidar todo lo relacionado a el desanudándose y a mi usando el control, entonces presione revertir control, el despertó y solo recordó como luego de quedar bajo control su padre llegó y nos pidió mover un mueble, así que mi secreto quedó a salvo.

Alex quería ver si el control funcionaba con las otras funciones así que le propuse que cambiáramos, el se emociono, así que tomó el control y presiono cambiar, duramos toda la tarde en el cuerpo del otro, se hacia tarde así que le dije que volviéramos a la normalidad pero el quería estar en mi cuerpo un poco más, le dije que estaba bien y acordamos cambiar por la mañana, ya sabía para que quería mi cuerpo, lo vi mirando mi entrepierna varias veces así que asumí que quería masturbarse en mi, al inicio la idea me había enojar pero pensaba en que yo hice algo similar así que pensé que sería saldar cuentas.

Luego de que Alex se fuera a mi casa yo me quedé en su cuarto pensé en que podría hacer cuando me llego un mensaje del hermano de Alex, decía que no llegaría a casa porque lo invitaron a una fiesta, que le avisara a "papá".

Cuando baje para decirle que Leo no llegaría pareció molestarle un poco pero no dijo nada, el estaba preparándose para ducharse lo que me llamó un poco la atención, una idea cruzo mi mente pero me cuestionaba si estaría bien, así que al llegar al cuarto de Alex tome valor nuevamente y tome el controlador, y presione poseer mientras apuntaba al cuerpo del papá de Alex, el todavía no se metía a bañar, así que primero estuve un rato observando y explorando su cuerpo.

Era extrañamente fascinante, nunca pensé que ser un señor divorciado de 42 años fuera tan exigente, no pude resistirme y jugué con su polla que era más grande que la mía y la de Alex, no era de extrañar que se sintiera tan bien, no había terminado cuando entré a la ducha y prendí el agua mientras seguía mi acto, el agua caliente tocando mi piel hizo que se sintiera mejor aun y termine por correrme, aproveche el lugar para que la misma agua limpiara las evidencias de lo que acababa de hacer, al salir me vestí, y tome el control presione la opción de controlar apuntando al cuerpo vacío de Alex y le ordene actuar como si fuera Alex y fuera a dormir, yo por otro lado fui a comer algo y después vi una película, aparentemente el cuerpo del padre de Alex cedió al cansancio ya que me despertó el sonido de la puerta principal abriéndose, era Leo, quien entró me saludo, aparentemente no había dormido ya que se veía muy cansado, al darme cuenta que Alex regresaría a cambiar a la normalidad me di prisa y revertir todo, dejé al papá de Alex acostado en su cama, y presionando controlar le ordene que olvidara lo que se que vio anoche y cambiará esos recuerdos por el bañándose, cenando y quedándose dormido viendo una película, si es lo que pasó pero sin que recuerde la parte de cuando se masturbo o todo lo que hice en el y no puedo contar.

Cuando Alex llegó, le dije que si estaba listo para regresar a su cuerpo, el dijo que no, aparentemente le gustó mi cuerpo y quería estar en el un poco más, me propuso quedarnos así un día más, sabiendo que insistiría hasta que aceptara no me negué, pero le dije que quería probar otro cuerpo, así que cuando su padre se fue a trabajar me asome al cuarto de Leo quien estaba profundamente dormido, me acerque y presione poseer, perdí la conciencia y tuve lo que pareció ser un sueño, al despertar eran las 2 de la tarde, me levante y me miré en el espejo, no estaba el control ni mi cuerpo por ninguna parte de la casa, vi a Alex quien estaba viendo una película, lo salude y no parecía consiente del cambio, entonces regrese al cuarto de Leo y vi una nota

Hey Sam, mira cuando poseíste a Leo te quedaste dormido, creo que fue porque su cuerpo estaba muy cansado, trate de despertarte pero estabas muy cansado, puse mi cuerpo en piloto automático con el control, pero tu puedes darle ordenes le deje la indicación que te haga caso a todo y que no mencione nada a papá, perdón por lo que te voy a decir, pero, pensé que lo mejor sería quedarnos así una semana, y se que quizá te enojes conmigo, ayer tu primo invito a tu familia a su cumpleaños y como son vacaciones acordaron que sería un viaje a la playa para festejar, regresamos en una semana, por cierto el control lo escondí, esta ni en tu casa no me podía arriesgar a que papá lo encontrara en la mía, en fin disfruta tu semana como Leo y por favor perdóname, te prometo que regresaremos a la normalidad cuando regrese.

Cuando termine de leer la nota, al inicio me enoje pero después comencé a ver el lado positivo, el padre de Alex trabaja de lunes a sábado y ya que el no está solo tengo que ordenarle a su cuerpo que se "quedé inactivo" y técnicamente tendría la casa para mi solo, ese pensamiento estaba haciendo que me pusiera duro así que me quite los pantalones y me vi en el espejo para después pensar en lo divertida y placentera que será esta semana.

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[mtmpossession]

Fulfilling a Dream

It was a warm spring evening. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the rooftops of Barcelona, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. Samuel, a 22-year-old Colombian student studying abroad, stood at his window, watching the world go by. His heart raced with anticipation, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. This was it. Tonight, he would make his move.

He had been obsessing over his Spanish classmate, Luis, for months now. Luis was everything that Samuel wasn't - he was muscular, tattooed, and oozed an irresistible confidence. Every time they shared a classroom, Samuel felt a strange stirring in his loins. It was as if Luis's very presence was a taunt, a tease. And tonight, Samuel had decided enough was enough. He was going to possess Luis and make him his.

Samuel's heart skipped a beat as he heard the ding of the elevator down the hall. It was Luis, returning home from his evening jog. Samuel took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do.

He hurried out of his bedroom and down the hall, his footsteps echoing through the empty apartment. As the elevator doors slid open, revealing Luis's familiar face, Samuel could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He forced a smile and said, "Hey, Luis. How was your run?"

Luis, breathless from his jog, raised an eyebrow at Samuel. "Not bad, thanks. And you? How was your night?" He glanced around, seemingly unsure why Samuel was there.

Samuel grinned, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was around. "Oh, you know...just studying some more." He leaned in conspiratorially, adding, "But to be honest, I've had my eye on you for a while now."

Luis's brow furrowed in confusion. "You have?" he asked, not quite understanding what Samuel was getting at.

Before Luis could react any further, Samuel reached out and touched him, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. As their eyes locked, Samuel felt a surge of power course through him. He could feel himself becoming more confident, more assertive. And as he touched Luis, he could feel himself taking control, possessing his body.

Luis stiffened, his eyes widening in shock. His heart raced as he felt Samuel's presence inside his head, his thoughts, his very being. It was as if Samuel had invaded every part of him, and yet it felt...good.

Samuel grinned, taking in the sensation of being in Luis's body. He could feel the muscles beneath his skin, the strength in his limbs. It was exhilarating, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He could see out of Luis's eyes, feel his emotions, his desires.

He reached into Luis's pocket and retrieved his phone, flicking through the screen until he found the camera app. He raised the phone, aiming it at himself in the mirror, and snapped a selfie. As he looked at the image on the screen, he marveled at how good they looked together - Luis's muscular form, now inhabited by his own mind, and the tattoos that adorned Luis's skin, now a part of him.

Samuel couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as he exited the elevator, still in Luis's body. He made his way down the hall to Luis's apartment, feeling the weight of his newfound confidence carrying him forward. As he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he was greeted by the familiar scent of Luis's cologne and the comfortable clutter of his belongings.

He made his way to the bathroom, his heart racing with anticipation. There, he went to the mirror and began to flex and make funny faces as Luis. The muscles in his arms and chest rippled beneath his skin, and he could feel a thrill of power coursing through him. He grinned, admiring his reflection, before beginning to undress from his jogging workout wear.

Stripping off his shorts and shirt, Samuel reveled in the sensation of being naked in Luis's body. He glanced at his own hands, marveling at how strong and capable they looked. It was almost as if he had been given a new lease on life. He stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his body, enjoying the feel of it against his skin.

As he soaped up, he began to stroke Luis's cock, feeling it grow harder in his hand. The head brushed against his thumb, and he shivered with pleasure. He moved his hand up and down, faster and faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the sensation.

He reached behind him with one hand, gripping the showerhead, and leaned back against the cool tile, arching his back as he continued to stroke Luis's cock. The water cascaded down over his chest and abs, washing away the remnants of the day and leaving him feeling clean and renewed.

The sensation of his hand moving up and down over Luis's throbbing length was almost overwhelming. He could feel the veins standing out on his cock, the smooth skin of his balls, the taut muscles of his ass. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall, and began to stroke faster and harder, lost in the rhythm of it all.

As his breath came in ragged gasps, he could feel his own orgasm building, threatening to break free. He gripped Luis's cock tightly, feeling the heat and strength of it against his palm. With one final thrust, he came, his hot seed spilling over his hand and splashing against the shower wall. He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering moan as the release washed over him.

He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, before rinsing off the remaining traces of cum from his hand. As he did so, he couldn't help but marvel at the experience. It was as if he had been given a whole new perspective on life, a newfound appreciation for the pleasures that came with being in Luis's body.

Samuel turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off. He paused in front of the mirror, admiring his reflection. In Luis's body, he looked strong and confident, like someone who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. It was an intoxicating feeling.

He slipped on a black dress shirt, leaving the first couple of buttons open to reveal a hint of his muscular chest, and then pulled on the brown corduroy trousers. They fit him perfectly, hugging his athletic frame without being restrictive. As he dressed, he couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of style and swagger.

He caught his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. In Luis's body, he looked every bit the confident, successful man that he had always wanted to be. He posed for a selfie, striking a casual yet confident pose, and then took another picture with his phone, this time capturing a full-length shot of himself.

Samuel took one last look around the room, making sure everything was in order before heading out. He grabbed his keys and wallet, slipped his phone into his pocket, and then, with a newfound spring in his step, made his way towards the door.

As he stepped out into the hallway, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. Tonight was the night. He was going to take Luis's body out for a spin at the club, and who knows, maybe he'd bring someone home to explore it even more. The thought made him shiver with excitement.

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[captainmalewriter]

Interstellar Communications

"Hmmm...."

A young man by the name of Fernando was studying his reflection in the mirror with great scrutiny.

He was looking at himself from a variety of sides and angles. He did this until he had thoroughly inspected every single part of his nude body. There was something unnatural about how much Fernando was looking at himself. It was as if he was a stranger inside his own body! He had a distinct look in his eyes while he observed himself too. It was the same look a scientist might have while observing something they had never seen before.

"Hmm... I don't know..." Fernando thought out loud. "I'm just not sure I'll be able to accomplish much with a body like this..."

In truth, while it was indeed Fernando in body and flesh, it was no longer his mind in control. His mind had been taken over by an extraterrestrial creature. Everything Fernando said and did was being remotely controlled by an alien on some far off planet.

It all started when Fernando decided to go out to the local gay bars and clubs. While he was enjoying his Friday night out, he had found a pair of wireless earbuds laying on the ground. Normally, Fernando would just ignore it like any other piece of trash. However, he noticed the earbuds were still sitting in their original case. He decided to take a closer look and found that safety seal wasn't even broken off yet. The earbuds were brand new! With that fact in mind, Fernando decided to slip them into his pocket. How could he pass a free pair of expensive brand earbuds!? He simply had to claim them for himself before anyone else did!

However, there was another fact about the wireless earbuds that Fernando (or anyone else for that matter) could ever guess. The earbuds were actually a piece of highly advanced alien technology sent down to Earth from a distant civilization. They were designed to take control of any living creature who had them on. The aliens decided to opt for an earbud design in order to make sure a human would wear them. And surely enough, Fernando did just that. He fell into their trap as he went to bed while listening to music with his brand new earbuds in.

As Fernando slept, he noticed the audio quality started to get really choppy. His music streaming was interrupted by sudden, loud static. That was the alien activating the mind control device. Fernando then began to grow restless. The earbuds were starting to rewire his mind, relinquishing him from having control over his body and handing it over to the alien. His started squirming and thrashing around on his bed as he felt his mind getting clouded by the alien technology. His morning wood kicked in too. His hard dick was throbbing as it pushed and rubbed against the fabric of his briefs.

"Nrgghhh ohhh fuckkkk....."

Sensual moans and groans escaped Fernando's lips as he increasingly lost control over his own body. Once his brain was rewired, every single cell in his body surrendered themselves over to the alien's commands. Soon enough, Fernando lost consciousness faded away into a deep slumber while the alien began to move around in his body. The alien used his hands to run up and down its new stolen body. It could feel the light dusting of body hair Fernando had on his torso. The alien was glad, the communication device had stayed intact during its trip to planet Earth. Thanks to the device, the alien was able to take full control over Fernando's body but also had access to his five senses. Everything Fernando's body experienced, the alien experienced too back on its home planet. It had truly replaced Fernando in every way imaginable.

"Hmmm......" the alien was still pondering if Fernando was an acceptable host. The one thing the aliens didn't have control over was who would pick up the mind control device. It just happened to be a gay man that picked them up. He wasn't the ripped jock the aliens had hoped for, but he was still a vessel they could use.

Just as the alien contemplated leaving Fernando for a different host, a warm feeling began to spread throughout its stolen human body. Fernando was getting restless and flushed in the face. The alien exclaimed as Fernando's cock started to grow hard. It watched in amazement as his dick stood at full mast. But not just that, the alien could feel Fernando's asshole start twitching.

"This must be arousal..." the alien whispered. It had to check the encyclopedia on human emotions to figure out what was happening. Just then, an idea struck the alien like lighting. The body it had stolen happened to be very skilled at sexual intercourse. If the alien used those skills to subdue other men, then it could likely very quickly secure a wide pool of humans ready to be taken over by the mind control earbuds.

"Fernando" smirked as his brilliance. He decided his body was just the right fit for the job. He then got dressed and went out to find a muscular daddy to fuck. One more human to take over, one step closer to the alien's ultimate goal of taking over all life on planet Earth.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Curse Of A Leather Jacket

Jensen Ackles is on the cusp of something so iconic that he has no idea what is about to happen to him and just am the creator of a brand new clothing brand.I sent him a giant package free of charge to Jensen Ackles landing on his door step and pound the front door as he opens it up arm looks around.

He shrugs his shoulders picking it up as he is leading it back in to his home and places it on the wooden table cutting it open to see this item.The box broken in to reveal an attractive blue and shiny moto leather jacket with a lengthy long letter explaining the situation to him with a caption.

He picks it up slit to the letter to see a letter with golden and bold written letters for him to read and invisible ink to keep it private from any prying eyes.Apparently! He is choosing Jensen to wear his newly exclusive leather jacket for free in an exchange for a promotion and Jensen is all smiles.

He swings the leather jacket to the side shift of air hits the box sending in to the ground it makes impact with Jensen but he kicks it away.He stops in front of the mirror checking his new clothing item, he smirks so brightly slow action and the sleeves ride up till he reaches to his shoulders.

Same to the other side as it settles on to his shoulders carefully wrapping on to his mass muscle body and he has no idea that I can see him through his mirror.The back of the jacket touches his skin soft in its touch, unexpectedly a thin needle pops from within in to his skin and sending a spin tingling jolt.

A current of energy phases from the device into him transferring his item in to him it is amazing and though Jensens mind attempt to fight it.His eyes go dull and like a blank empty full he switches off completely and his mind fell to the back of his brain and something new took over.

“Oooooohhhh! Finally!”

“Fuck yeah! You are hot Jensen”

“Thanks for the purchase”

“Where am I?”

“In the mirror man”

“Don’t get smart”

“Give me my body back”

“Fuck that! You can have my body “

“You work remember anyway “

“You don’t comprehend this well”

“You took the deal “

“Signed the paper work “

“You see this is an exchange “

“I get to sponsor them “

“My reward is a new body “

“Bastard”

“Who are you anyway? I am Jensen Ackles”

“No! I am Jensen Ackles! I am Je…Oh My God You Are Jensen Ackles”

“Mwahahahahaha! I am! “

“It is very nice to meet you “

“Get the fuck out”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I love this life “

“Time start over “

“I hate this outfit”

“Let me remove this shit”

“What do you have?”

“You have a nice collection “

“This shirt and jeans will do”

“Look so much better “

“GOD!”

“Damn”

“I am HOT”

“Hell yyyeeesss!”

“This ass is tight”

“I am going to party tonight

The end

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[semischarmed]

Guess

Shane dropped his controller as he finished another round of his favorite video game. 

He paused the game to catch a breath. 

“Oh, by the way Arthur’s coming over,” Shane’s roommate and best friend Noah yawned. Noah ran his hand up his shirt, showing a slight peek of his abs as he lazily scratched. 

Shane could never put into words the maddening effect that particular move had on him. He didn’t know what it was about Noah, or why it took him so long to see it.

It was just something about the guy, his carefree attitude, his natural charisma, his cute smile. The guy was a gift to be around. He didn’t even think about guys that way- except Noah now, of course. Noah was different. And it was only recently that he had felt such a strong pull for the guy. Guys like Noah were like that. Warm. They had a way of making you smile fondly at the thought of them, at their laughs, at laughing with them. And before you knew it, you were blushing.

Naturally, Shane had kept quiet about his new feelings, knowing that such a confession would cause irreparable damage to their relationship. After all, they’ve been friends as far as he could remember. It was in these contemplative moments that Shane’s mask slipped, and he muttered in slight annoyance, “Arthur again?”

“Yeah bro, he’s actually a pretty fun guy to be around”. The half-asleep Noah said back. Away from the man’s line of sight, Shane grimaced.

Arthur again.

Shane noticed the two hanging out ever since their New Year’s party. He wasn’t even sure how the guy was even invited. Perhaps it was pity. Admittedly, they were all quite cruel to him in high school. Noah especially. That’s just how it was back then. Growing up in a small town had a way of turning something as inconsequential as social status into the end all be all. He was happy to have grown past it. That they had all grown past it.

Shane reasoned Noah must have felt a twinge of guilt about it all. He supposed he felt a bit guilty as well. Shane sighed as he started another match, thoughts lingering back to his roommate.

- - -

It wasn’t long before the nerdy Arthur was at their door. 

It was another point of annoyance to Shane. The fact that the guy had a key to their place. Arthur merely let himself in, wordlessly plopping on the couch beside Noah.

“What game is that? Looks a bit boring?”

Shane could always count on Arthur to justify his coldness toward him. This nerd was annoying. “Doesn’t matter dude… Noah’s out cold by the way- ” He jerked his head at the collection of empty beers on the coffee table. The air was rank with the noxious mixture of the man’s natural musk and cheap beer. Shane took a swig as he continued with his match.

From the corner of his eye, Shane watched Arthur dig through Noah’s pockets. He felt him continue to dig through the jock’s pocket, lingering a bit too long before fishing out an old phone with a cracked screen. Arthur leaned forward, unlocking the phone and responding to a few messages. With a satisfied smirk, the nerd nonchalantly placed the phone back into Noah’s pocket. 

Shane couldn’t focus too much on the bizarre sight before him. At least, that’s what it looked like to him- he couldn’t tell if he had just imagined the whole exchange in the heat of his particularly difficult match. 

“I think we’re going to play a different game, a guessing game…” Arthur laughed as the television flashed black. He threw the remote to the floor.

“-Hey” Shane shot back in annoyance. He started to get up, only to be slammed back into the couch by his sleeping friend’s meaty hand. “What the fuck?”

Arthur leaned closer to Noah’s sleeping form as he began his game. “Guess.”

“Guess?”

“Guess.”

Despite the confusion, Shane felt paralyzed with a mix of shock and intrigue. “Guess what?”

This time, Noah jerked to life head turning just a bit too far to left. With a toothy grin, Shane’s best friend answered back. “Guess how long this hunk of meat has been mine.”

- - -

“C’mon bro, guess”. 

Shane needed more answers. It made a demented sort of sense. Why would Noah, of all people, hang out with Arthur? How did Arthur inexplicably have all this access to Noah’s life? He gulped. Shit. New Year’s. “A couple weeks,” he stammered out, afraid to even speak the words.

Shane couldn’t believe how long it had been. He felt lightheaded at the thought of his best friend, of Noah being reduced to this. He thought of how many people. How had he not noticed? How had no one noticed? The implications were even graver. The fact that one person could do this- could be anyone. No. Before he could even expand his line of thought, an image of Noah’s dumb, grinning smile flashed through his mind. Noah. He felt sick at the prospect. Noah was his best friend, and he couldn’t tell for weeks.

“Wroooong” both of them hummed. 

“What?”

Shane was still reeling from the initial shock. “I-I’ll call the police!” Shane stammered.

Arthur looked amused, chewing on the statement before cackling. He stroked Noah’s cheek. 

“My Dad’s the police chief, dumbass... I made each of those piggies mine months ago.” Noah giggled. It was uncharacteristic, entirely unnatural for Noah. 

Shane’s stomach dropped. Months? 

Arthur fished out Noah’s phone again, showing Shane the police chief’s contact screen as he hit the call button.

“Hey, Pops?” Arthur asked. 

“How long have you been mine?”

“Hmm, let’s see… New Years was six weeks ago… Artie, it had to have been eight mon- “

“-and?” Arthur cut him off, sounding somewhat bored. 

“-aaand this little piggy loves when you pull on his strings.” The Noah’s father continued, “-aaaand this piggy loves what you’ve made him do to each of his officers-“ Shane heard the police chief audibly lick his lips before moaning “-aaand I love that you wormed into every bit of my son. Thank you for letting me feel my boy’s orgasms.” The police chief’s voice became deranged. He grunted and huffed in the background, while sounds of the police headquarters and cheering officers rang in the background. “-aaand Noah and I have never been closer”. At that, the cheering slowly dimmed and a soft groaning permeated the otherwise eerily quiet air. It was followed by wet, sticky, slapping noises before the beep of the phone hanging up. Shane noticed, ever so slightly, how each grunt and slap seemed to slowly pry open Noah and Arthur’s mouths.

Noah’s eyes squinted in glee, mouth now agape as he began playing with his nipples. In response, Arthur’s cheeks flush. He let out a warm exhale as Noah continued. “Pops was soooo easy. Idiot didn’t even realize his own son’s been the perfect puppet for ages… I played up the gay shit too, made him watch me fuck my main body in his own bed… while my strings dug into him.” 

Arthur licked his lips with a sinister glee as he spoke this time. “That homophobic asshole had it coming… Once I had enough strings wormed into ol’Chief, I made him masturbate to the sight of his only son fucking me. He’s my best recruiter. You wouldn’t believe how many bodies that muscle-packed body could pull”. At this, Shane could only look at the pair with disgust. A stray tear left Noah’s right eye, as Arthur, without breaking eye contact licked it up. A tiny flicker of hope, of resistance lit in Shane’s mind, only to be smothered by crushing darkness as Noah’s hand brought Arthur’s over his package, guiding it to fondle the jock’s junk.

Noah’s eyes roll to the back of his head, grin widening as he continued to guide Arthurs hand into more aggressive kneads. ”Don’t feel bad- Artie thinks and feels for me. He loves this so I fucking love it, bro… now, back on topic” Noah’s eyes roll back, appearing normal for a second before dropping all pretense. They now shone with a perverse delight as Arthur continued.  

“C’mon bro… guess again”.

Shane was revolted. Arthur was only around the last few weeks. That meant that Arthur had been behind the scenes, parading Noah’s body around like his own personal plaything even before Shane had a passing thought about the nerd. It was a horror, packaged in such a profound sense of hopelessness that Shane could only wearily try to recall any change in behavior around the New Year’s party. With a defeated sigh, Shane muttered, “months…”

“Correct”

-End Part 1-

You may have seen the original draft of this. The images on the original may have been too much for Tumblr. In any case, it felt a bit too long so I decided to break this one up.

#male possession #male body control #Male corruption

[ecoamerica]

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[alienpossession]

Body a Day 2: Orbs

When Abe pushed the 2 glowing orbs he found in the forest in his backyard to his chest, he was not thinking clearly. It's just, the squishy texture of the orbs enticed him to do so without much thinking behind it. When it somehow slid effortlessly inside him, Abe's body jolted in shock as the foreign materials merged with his body. The shock spread quickly to all the nerve ends in his body as he felt the delicious, orgasm-inducing, muscle growth happened. His skinny 135 lbs, 6'1 frame developed a network of muscle and sinew only seen in star athlete as his pecs beefed up significantly while the rest of his bony figure also gained massive boost. Biceps and triceps to match his pecs appeared out of nowhere while his ripped upper body now framed by thick shoulders and defined v-liner. The changes continued to both upwards and downwards as his massive upper frame now supported by columns of muscle and a pair of size 14's soles that is encased with distinct stench 24/7, while his face shifted to be more angular and yet radiating warmth as it is important for him to make people's guard down and lure them into the trap. It was a last second final alteration, as the orbs that planted its root within him finally reached his brain and altered him to be the proxy to do their Earthly biddings

Ever since that day, Abe, or Ape as his new gym buddies called him, slowly yet surely worked his way within human society as the perfect infiltrator. He's still human indeed, and he's getting more popular than ever due to his workout and sultry content on the side. But what the naked eyes failed to see is that he's already pushing more than enough orbs to take control of the gym as his real friends now occupied those gymgoers bodies.

In case of him not seeing the potential to convert the people into his friend's vessel, he will turn them instead to become a willing slave that will do anything to his wish, all he need to do is to let them worship his pecs and then squirt out the liquified version of the orbs to mindfuck the subject. It's definitely not a hard thing to do since a lot of people are intrigued by him and the prospect of getting a chance to worship him

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[letshearitforthebabyboy]

WAIT A MIN WAIT A MIN- Has Peter ever gotten a *Beyoing-* whilst being tied up by a villain?? Bondage seems like an unfortunate fancy considering his job atm JAFVAJA

i think 1) peter's fortunate in that really, it is actually pretty difficult to restrain spider-man because of, you know, super-strength. that's kind of why he's into it, actually. because he has so much strength that it's really hot to him when he actually can get restrained. rare occurrence. takes a whole lot to pin him down.

2) spider-man gets boners all the time and the villains are just in agreement to be polite about it.

#it's like all the times i've gone life-drawing and the male model has gotten an erection and everyone is so. so polite about it. #it happens. body can't be controlled sometimes. #i think peter doesn't register them because there's so much adrenaline pumping through him. and he's too busy punching. #but they definitely happen. i like to be merciful and say he's oblivious to them. #and that the villains he fights are too embarrassed to draw attention to it. #if peter notices then he doesn't say anything either. so it's silence from both parties. #peter goes home thinking nobody noticed. #(they noticed.) #peter (lying in bed after fighting kraven): god i hope he didn't see my boner.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Dude, I took over your dad's body.."

"...and goddamn is there a lot of him to work with! I've been a ghost for years now, but I've never been inside a 6' 3" ex-linebacker! I've been checking him out all afternoon, and let me tell you that this man is big and hairy all over," he punctuates his comment with a wink.

Your dad, the man you've looked up to your entire life, is saying things you don't want to think about while casually laying on the couch in nothing but a robe and booty shorts. The urge to puke is suppressed, but you know that Jimmy has crossed a line here. Your deceased friend has possessed bullies, professors, and more, but he's never had the balls to take over your own family. What was he thinking?

"I jumped into him while he was at work. I think his coworkers probably found it strange when I picked up his briefcase and waddled his ass out the door," Jimmy chuckles at the memory, "But don't worry. Your old man had plenty of sick days he wasn't gonna use."

It doesn't take long for you to burst out in anger at the spirit controlling your father. Your face is hot, and you can't stand to watch your dad get puppetted around like a fool!

"Calm the fuck down!" he swears uncharacteristically, "Give this big guy a hug. Come here. Daddy needs some love..."

The thought of hugging your father while he's being forced to act like this feels wrong, but you relent. A part of you is glad for the embrace. It might not actually be your dad, but paternal comfort is exactly what you need right now, and your real dad isn't the type to give his child a hug.

"That's it, son," Jimmy pets your head with your father's thick hands, "Let daddy take care of you. Let your dumb old fart-of-a-father give you some much-needed attention."

You can't help but chuckle at the self-deprecating joke. Your real dad was too proud to laugh at himself, and he'd never made an effort to be anything other than distant and formal with you. In fact, there was a lot your real dad would never do; he'd never leave the office in the middle of the day, he'd never lay around the house like a lazy bum, and he'd certainly never let his hairy chest and thick legs be on full display in front of his disappointing gay son.

Suddenly, while still embraced, you realize there's something poking into your waist.

"Sorry, dude," your father whispers in your ear, "I guess your dad is just happy to see you."

You push him away, insisting that Jimmy needs to stay out of family members' bodies because this just feels so wrong! You search the pair of unnaturally blank eyes for any sign that Jimmy might be listening to you.

"You need to relax, bro," your dad (Jimmy) groans in annoyance. He looks disappointed, but then he sparks up and gives you a new look of excitement. "Son," he says with exaggerated machismo, "Take a page from my book and learn to chill out. It doesn't matter what the world thinks about you or me. I'll prove it to you..."

With a placid grin and blank gaze, your father lumbers past and marches straight out the front door of the house. You're almost too stunned to follow. Was Jimmy really going to parade your dad's body around the neighborhood in nothing but his robe?

"Afternoon, neighbor," your father's rumbling tone bellows across the street, "Lovely weather, today. My son thought I should take my fat hairy gut for a little stroll in the sun. You know us dads have got to keep our boys happy. Am I right?"

Mr. Jones stares at your father from his porch, just as shocked as you are. He often drank beers with this man and every other neighborhood dad at backyard barbecues and living room game watches. This was not how he normally interacted with the man, and it obviously struck him as weird.

"You alright, Bob?" he asks hesitantly.

"Right as rain, neighbor!" Jimmy answers with a tone that's too goofy to pass as my dad's, "If that's how you're staring at me now, I wonder what'll happen if I take this robe off..."

Before Mr. Jones can process the flirtation in your father's voice, you shuffle your dad further down the street and away from the whole interaction. That may have been hilarious, but Jimmy was going to destroy any reputation and respect your father had around here!

You demand to know where Jimmy is going with this body. It's not like you have any ability to even slow the ghost down when he's got the weight and strength of your 200 lb father.

"I'm thinking the park. Your dad could use some cardio," he smirks, an unfamiliar expression on the grown man's face, "Or maybe the public bathroom on the north end. You know, it has that hole in the stall..."

No amount of reasoning or arguments can change Jimmy's mind. Apparently he's set on wearing your father to the city's most notorious gay hookup spot.

"Don't look at me like that," his gravelly voice sounds amused by your frustration, "With me in charge, your dad will be the dirtiest slut that bathroom's ever seen. Don't you think it'll be funny to see such a massive, manly bear serving man after man in there?"

You sigh in disbelief.

"Or...maybe I don't have to rent out your dad's body to a bunch of strangers..."

You wonder where he's going with this. It sounds like an ultimatum is coming, and you don't like the idea of your crazy dead friend giving you an ultimatum.

"...your dad could hold off on bottoming for strangers...if...you let him be your submissive little bitch."

The choice is an annoying one, but you're pretty sure you can't let your dad have unprotected sex with strangers in a public place. This is what he'd want right?

"That's what I thought," the grin on your father's face twists maniacally. He tussles your hair like he's the proudest dad in the world, "Let's head on back home, buddy. Daddy's gonna lick every inch of sweat off that body of yours. He's got years of emotional absence to make up for."

One of his beefy arms cradles your back and turns you around. You're relieved to no longer be headed towards the public bathroom, but you're still a little nervous about what awaits you at home. How does Jimmy expect you to enjoy any of this when it's your dad doing all these things to you?

"Daddy's gonna treat you to a night that's all about you," he goes on, "Cooking you dinner, rubbing your feet, cuddling on the couch, and so much more. I want you to think of some humiliating things daddy can do for you while we walk back. Make sure they're extra degrading or your dad will just have to step out of the house and degrade himself where the entire city can see..."

The last comment gives you butterflies in your stomach, but it also gives you a bit of a hard-on. Maybe Jimmy playing with your dad wasn't so scary of an idea after all. With him possessed, anything was on the table: personal affirmations, some much needed bonding, roleplay, revenge, humiliation. Heck, you could even give your father a golden shower and Jimmy would have him smiling through it!

Walking home, you steal glances at your dad, towering over you as his rotund gut leads the way. Home can't come fast enough!

#gay dad and son #male possession #gay dad bod #male mind control #body swap #gay fatty

[muscular-fantasies]

Can you help me? Recently, My nerd roommate stole all my muscles using a weird machine! I was a football player and heavyweight bodybuilder, but he took away all my positions. And now my life is hell by him. I was nice to him, but he betrayed me! Can you please get us back to normal? I want to revenge on him!

You wanted everything back like it was. He had made your life hell, after everything you did for him. It wasn't enough that you tried to help him with training or against the bullies. He used you, as he stole everything he wanted.. that nice smile, those big arms, that hairy chest and well groomed beard.. but mostly that dominance when you walked through the hallway, seeing the crowd open as you passed... Exhilarating!

Luckily for you that also meant you got his life, including all those books about transfiguration and body snapping. It took you weeks however to translate them and figure out what to do and another month to prepare everything.

You waited at you old room, until he showed up.

"WTF! What are you doing here little shit! Gonna beg for this amazing bod again?" He snarled pushing you aside.

"I'm not begging! Not anymore." You snapped back.

You opened a bottle and a smoke formed in the room. It surrounded the two of you as it shrouded everything else. You then swallowed the liquid inside as you started stepping towards him. Each foot hitting the ground harder as you prepared to grab him.

"Dude! Get away, whatever you do I'll reverse it anyway and take even more!" He stammered, as he stepped back. His back hitting the wall of fog, unable to move through it.

"Haha.. I've prepared for everything, there won't be a next time!" You growl, hunger in your eyes.

You jump on him, your flesh merging where you touch. He screams, but the smoke doesn't let any sound pass. You push your face against him, embracing the growing strength.

"Ahhhh!" You scream, waking up on the floor, memories of pushing and someone... no the twig trying to take over.

You look into the mirror laughing as you see your new body, having lost a lot of the body hair you were so proud of you still smirked at the reflection. Your new boyishly good looks could make any guy fall on his knees, at just the right height to suck on that throbbing dick..

"I know your still somewhere in there, you little shit.. Thanks for bringing my intelligence back to me, I kinda missed it.. Maybe you should have used it to look for the flaws I prepared in those books. Now be a good boy and enjoy riding in our hot bod, as I'll go fuck that sexy linebacker."

#male tf #muscle transformation #muscle gay #gay transformation #body transformation #muscle theft #muscle #body theft #body control #male transformation #body possession #straigth to gay

[captainmalewriter]

Price for a Secret

"What are you doing..." Victoria asked her boyfriend Franky, her jaw dropped at what she was witnessing.

Franky was stroking his exposed body with his hand, all while keeping a smirk on his face. 

“Nothing, babe, I’m just really feelin’ myself today,” Franky responded. Victoria raised her eyebrow in response.

Mr. Diaz? This is really fucked up... you can’t do this!

Calm down, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy’s driving now. Just relax, and it’ll be all over soon...

Franky, or “Franky,” could hear a voice talking to him inside his head. “Franky” only grinned upon hearing the voice, knowing Victoria won’t ever catch him in the impersonation act.

Victoria was justified in questioning her boyfriend’s odd behavior. What she didn’t know was that the truth went beyond Franky simply being dishonest with her. Rather, it was her father Alan who was inside her boyfriend’s body.

Alan had always been fine with whoever she chose to date. But Franky was a different story. Victoria brought him home and Alan immediately disapproved of him.

“I do not like that boy. I know how his kind works. Once he’s bored, he’s gonna dump you and move onto the next girl. You need to dump him now!”

Naturally, Victoria dismissed her father’s warnings as made up bullshit from an overprotective father. But Alan didn’t just give up and accept defeat. He figured if he couldn’t get Victoria to listen, then he’d get Franky to listen instead. The same night he met the fuckboy, Alan pulled him in close and whispered something into his ear.

“You better be on your best behavior while you’re dating my daughter... You best believe I’ll enter your body and make you my bitch if you even as much as think about hurting her.”

Much like Victoria, Franky shrugged off Alan’s threats. Franky laughed at the idea of some older man getting one up on him. But his cockiness that nothing could ever go wrong turned out to be his undoing. Franky hated using condoms and always pushed his girlfriends to let him hit it raw. He had been lucky thus far, but that lucky streak ended when Victoria called to tell him that her period was running late.

Franky laughed that off too. She was no different than any other girl he had knocked up. He’d simply leave her behind, child or not! But then Alan somehow caught wind of the news. Alan drove straight to Alan’s house and marched straight to his room like he owned the place. Franky was bewildered when he saw the old man in his room, and even more so when he saw Alan lock the door behind him. 

“Bro what the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Remember what I said I'd do if you ever hurt my daughter?" Alan said in a cool voice. He took off his coat to make himself at home.

"What, that you'd 'enter' me? That's just bullshit!"

"Care to test that theory?"

"Get out!!” Franky stood up ready to fight.

"Sit down."

Franky plopped right back down on his bed. He looked down at himself with a look of confusion on his face.

“Good boy, now get naked for Daddy,” Alan commanded. Franky listened and without second thought, stripped down until he was bare ass naked on his bed. 

“How are you doing that!?” Franky cried out. His face grew red from being naked.

“Flip to your stomach and lay down.”

Franky did as he was told. His face was pressed against his comforter. He could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind him. Franky had a feeling he knew what was coming next, but no matter how much he mentally braced himself, nothing could’ve prepared him for Alan’s cold touch. Alan grabbed him by the thighs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Alan then positioned Franky so that his ass was up in the air, and proceeded to stick tongue deep into his pink hole.

“Nrgh...” Franky stifled a moan. The feel of a tongue massaging his virgin hole filled him with pleasure, but he would rather die than admit he liked it. Alan ate his ass like it was his last meal. Franky bit onto the bed sheets to stop his moans. He held on strong, even when he felt Alan’s dickhead tapping against his hole. Alan rubbed a large quantity of spit onto his hole and stuck his dick inside him, slowly but surely penetrating him with his whole member.

“Why so quiet? Tell me how much you like it!”

“I love it! Fuck me hard sir!!” Franky lifted his head and squealed out in pleasure, just like he was commanded. Alan smirked, and proceeded to pound the good for nothing fuckboy into submission. 

“Fuck boy! You got a tight ass! Shame you don’t use it more, but I’ll break you in real nice!” Alan said.

His balls clapped against Franky’s fat ass cheeks. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he unloaded his seed deep inside Franky. Franky was panting after getting fucked raw and hard. He could feel his insides getting filled up with cum. He wanted to punch Alan right then and there for humiliating him, but he didn’t want to challenge whatever powers the old man had.

Franky expected that revenge fucking to be the end, but then Alan leaned down on top of him, dick still inside his ass. Franky could feel Alan’s entire body weight now. Then, Alan pushed into Franky until his mature body slipped into the athlete's body. Franky cried out in pleasure as he got possessed. He could feel Alan’s growing presence inside of him. The last thing Franky could feel before he lost control was his dick shooting load after load onto his bed. Then, an unwanted smile grew across his face. Franky knew he had lost. 

“Hey, Victoria? I have to tell you something,” Alan said with Franky’s voice. He had possessed him earlier that day, and now Alan had access to all of Franky’s memories. He was ready to spill all of his secrets to Victoria. About the cheating, about the other baby mommies, abour his plans to ditch her, all of it. All in an effort to destroy his reputation and his life.

STOP! PLEASE!!

Franky cried out as he watched from within his own mind. He was powerless so long as Alan was inside of him. All he could do was beg. 

Oh yeah? Why should I?

Please! Give me another chance!! I’ll treat your daughter right! Like a queen! I’ll atone! I’ll fix my mistakes! I’ll be a better man! I promise! 

Alan was unconvinced, but while the two men had their little telepathic negotiation, Victoria was waiting.

“Well? What is it, Franky?” Victoria asked. But just as Alan opened his mouth to answer...

I’LL LET YOU FUCK ME AND POSSESS ME WHENEVER YOU WANT!

Alan heard Franky, and immediately hesitated going through with his plan. He let his mouth hang open for a brief second as he thought over the new offer. He then cleared his throat and smiled.

“Nothing! I just wanted to tell you I love you,” Alan said. He then gave Victoria a kiss on the cheek and hugged her. “We’ll be together forever.”

Victoria was caught off guard, but then returned the gesture.

“Yeah, forever. I love you too...”

And while Victoria and Alan were smiling, Franky was groaning inside. Franky managed to keep all of his secrets safe, but at a heavy price, one that his body would have to endure. Forever. 

#male possession #body possession #male body possession #atheletic #jock takeover #male control #older to younger