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A Body Stealer Tale: Riding Bodies

Wyatt was a cyclist. Every day, he'd hop on his bike and ride to the park. While taking a break to text his girlfriend, a car pulled up beside him. Inside was a man Wyatt had never seen before, eyeing his strong, muscular biceps like he was sizing up something on display.

"Do we have a problem faggot?" Wyatt cursed at the man. He hated when men stared at his body with lust, he had built his muscular body for women, not men.

"Oh, I want you to be my problem. Get inside the car," The man commanded.

Wyatt's eyes suddenly became blank and he stepped out of his bike, got inside the car, and sat on the passenger seat.

The man looked at Wyatt's fit and sweaty body from closer and lifted his tank top, revealing Wyatt's sweat-drenched abs and pecs.

The man was grinning when he brought his mouth closer to Wyatt's ear and started whispering something to him.

The man's voice became deeper; the words that came out of his mouth sounded more like aggressive growls than words. Suddenly, Wyatt's eyes sank, and his muscular body started to deflate; the man continued whispering until Wyatt was completely hollowed.

After a few minutes, Wyatt casually stepped out of the car, grabbed his bike, and went back to his ride, as if nothing unusual had happened.

The car was now empty, unlike Wyatt.

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A Body Stealer Tale: Jogger

I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when I heard the door opening and closing, indicating that my boyfriend had returned from his morning jog.

But I almost dropped the pan I was holding when this tall and fit black man came into the kitchen. I had never seen him before, so I was left completely frozen on the spot, staring at him with scared eyes.

The man then opened his vest and looked down at his fit body.

"What do you think of this one babe? Isn't he a catch?" He asked.

I sighed in relief, it was my boyfriend in another man's body. "Babe, I told you already to warn me when you wear a new body, you will end up giving me a heart attack!"

My boyfriend was a scientist; years ago, he developed a bodysuit serum; he could turn anyone we wanted into a wearable bodysuit and wear them. Today, he went to jog in his overweight white body and came back as this hot black stud.

"I like him, where did you find him?" I asked, walking towards him and feeling up his hard pecs and pecs.

"I found him jogging at the park, got him the injection from behind, then dragged him under a bridge," He said flexing his muscular arms. I cupped his biceps and played with his dark nipples a little.

"I don't like it when you use the serum in public. It's too risky. We already moved cities because you couldn't stop harvesting men. I don't want the police to investigate us again."

"Oh please, stop the bullshit, I know you love this!" He said; he then roughly bent me over against the balcony and pulled down my shorts. He gave my ass a hard slap and kneeled behind me then started giving my ass a proper eating.

I let out a loud moan as I felt the man's beard pressing between my ass cheeks. Standing up, he pulled down his grey shorts, grabbed his thick shaft, and slowly shoved it into my ass.

I felt his big manly hands around my waist as he started thrusting hard. "You're telling me you don't love getting fucked by a different cock?" He grunted, his thrusts becoming more savage and primal, "The cock of a straight guy who would never fuck your hungry ass if it wasn't for your loving boyfriend wearing them?"

"I.... I love it!" I moaned.

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A Body Stealer Tale: Fugitive

"I only have four available at the moment. I don't hunt like I used to." I say, guiding the man to my basement, where four men are standing frozen in only their underwear.

"It's fine, they all look good." The man says.

He is a fugitive, one of the most wanted men in the country. The kind you see on the news, his face plastered everywhere, but no one knew the truth. No one knew the lengths he would go to escape. That’s where I come in. I don’t judge them—how could I? That’s not my role. My job is simple: I help them find a new body to hide in.

"Would you mind giving me their info?" The man asks.

"From left to right, we have Ethan. He's 19 years old, fresh out of high school, and I got him at a small beach town where he was spending his summer surfing and working part-time at a café. His bodysuit is smooth, with just the right amount of muscle definition, and that wavy hair makes him stand out. He's the perfect body if you like that carefree, beach vibe.

Next is Jake. At 22, he's fresh from the military, built like a rock. I picked him up after he finished his last tour. The tight buzzcut and his stocky build give him that no-nonsense, tough look. If you're into strength and durability, Jake's bodysuit is the one for you.

Then, we have Cole. He's 24 and hails from a small Texas town, hence the cowboy hat. I found him working at a rodeo—he's got that strong, silent type charm. His broad shoulders and muscular chest give him a powerful presence, perfect for anyone wanting that rough, country boy look. You won't be bothered by anyone if you pick him.

And finally, there's Luca. At 23, he's got a natural good-looking face that makes heads turn. I got him right after he graduated college—he was modeling on the side to make ends meet. His suit has that classic, athletic look, with just the right amount of body hair to give it character."

The man looked thoughtful, like he was having a hard time picking one. He inspected them from closer and pulled down the underwear of each one to inspect their junk. After a while, he finally decided.

"I think I’ll go with..."

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Felix The Perfect Toy

Felix was the hottest jock in my school. Everyone knew who he was and everyone wanted to be his friend.

And I was no different; I was obsessed with his good-looking face, his fit athletic body, and his loud yet charismatic personality, and he had this casual, effortless way of carrying himself like he didn’t even realize how perfect he was.

But it’s not just the looks. Felix is different. While the other popular guys are absolute douchebags, Felix is kind, even to people like me. He could have anyone he wanted—everyone wants to be around him—but he never treats anyone like they’re beneath him. That’s what makes him even more attractive: he’s not just the best-looking guy in school, he’s actually good. It’s maddening how perfect he is.

I dreamed of having him all for myself, but I could barely approach him without having a full-blown panic attack. I knew someone like him would never pay attention to someone like me.

He was the captain of the school's swim team which gave him a fit athletic body to fantasize and drool all about.

Every time I watched him swimming, my mind would wander, fantasizing about licking the water on his body, tasting his hairy armpits, or finally seeing what he hides under those speedos. Unfortunately, that was all he was to me; a fantasy.

When my parents died when I was twelve, I moved in with my very wealthy grandfather. At first, he seemed like a frightening and enigmatic figure—an imposing man of few words, as people would say. But as the years passed, I gradually grew accustomed to his unique personality.

I never knew what he worked for, how he became so rich, or why he was always traveling, which consequently would leave the mansion all to myself. It was lonely, I will admit, I had no one else to share that beautiful mansion with.

One day we were having breakfast together. He was wearing a black robe, flipping through the newspaper with his usual silence, rarely acknowledging me. I sat across from him, stirring my coffee absentmindedly, my mind wandering back to Felix, as it often did.

"You seem distracted," my grandfather said without looking up.

I froze, unsure how to respond. I never talked about my feelings, especially not around him. He didn’t seem like the kind of person who cared about teenage crushes.

"Just... thinking about school," I muttered.

He lowered the paper slowly, folding it neatly before setting it aside. His cold gaze fixed on me, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat. “You’re not a very good liar, boy. What’s on your mind?"

“It’s… this guy,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel my face heating up.

He already knew I was gay, so that wasn't a surprise to him.

“A guy?” he repeated, almost as if testing the word. "Go on."

"Yeah, a guy from school," I said, avoiding eye contact with him, “Felix. He’s... I don’t know, he’s just... perfect. And completely out of my league.”

My grandfather remained silent, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn’t tell if he was judging me or just waiting for me to keep going.

“I mean,” I continued, unable to stop myself now that I’d started, “he’s popular, everyone loves him. He’s the captain of the swim team, and… well, I like him. A lot. But there’s no way he’d ever notice me. I’m... no one compared to him.”

For a long moment, my grandfather just watched me, his expression unreadable. Then, he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

“I see,” he said slowly. “So you have feelings for this... Felix. You wish you could have him?"

I nodded, feeling embarrassed for even admitting it. "Yeah. But like I said, he’s way out of my league.”

There was a strange look in my grandfather’s eyes, a glint of something I couldn’t quite place. He stood up from the table, smoothing his robe as he moved toward the door.

“Enjoy your breakfast,” he said cryptically before disappearing into the hallway.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. I thought maybe he was just being his usual mysterious self.

A week later, it was my 18th birthday, but it could as well be any other day since I had no one to spend my birthday with, not even my grandfather, as he was still traveling.

That day at school, I noticed Felix had missed all his classes. That was odd since he had swimming practice that day. I was sad because I was eager to watch him getting all wet in the pool that day; it would be my birthday gift.

Later that day I came back home from school. The house was eerily quiet, as it often was.

When I opened the door to my room, the sight stopped me dead in my tracks. There, in the middle of my room, was a large and long box. Confused, I approached it cautiously, there was a red present lace on top of the box, I pulled it off and slowly opened the box, and inside I saw... I let out a scream and fell to the floor.

My breath caught in my throat.

Felix?

He was motionless with his eyes open, while he was wearing a white tank top and black shorts. He looked perfect, too perfect—like a doll.

I backed away, my heart thudding in my chest. "W-what the hell...?"

This couldn't be Felix; it must be an identical replica of his body, I thought. There was only one way to find out. I slowly approached him and ran my hand on his face, and I felt his soft and warm skin. It was really him, but somehow... different. His eyes were empty, and his body was unnaturally stiff. I gently placed my hand on his chest and felt a heartbeat. It was very slow... actually, too slow for a person—one beat for every five seconds—but at least he had a heartbeat.

A low chuckle came from the doorway. I turned and saw my grandfather standing there with a grin on his face. He stepped inside the room, his cold eyes drifting between me and Felix.

"I see you’ve found your gift."

I swallowed hard, "What... what did you do to him?"

"Consider it your birthday present," he said, "I couldn't let my grandson put himself down over a dumb boy, now you have him."

I stared at him, speechless.

"You don’t have to be alone anymore. He will keep you company when I'm out traveling. He’s yours now, exactly how you wanted."

"But... he’s not... he’s not real, he can't be real!" I stammered.

My grandfather smiled. "Oh, he’s real. But let’s just say I’ve made some... modifications to his brain." He stepped closer, looking down at Felix with a clinical detachment. "You can do whatever you like with him. He won’t resist. He was programmed for obedience only. He sees himself now as a toy, and you as his ultimate owner. Isn’t that what you wanted?"

*Programmed for obedience?* The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, but not in a bad way.

I glanced up at my grandfather, and for once, I didn’t feel like I had to hide my feelings. “You... did this for me?” My voice cracked. I could barely believe what I was seeing. Felix—*my* Felix—was lying right in front of me, his perfect body ready and waiting.

My grandfather nodded, his expression still cold, but there was something else in his eyes—satisfaction.

"Of course, the way you spoke about him, I know what it means to desire something so deeply, you feel powerless. So I decided to remove that powerlessness for you."

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, my eyes never leaving Felix’s perfectly still body inside the box, “I’ve... I’ve wanted this for so long, but I never thought...”

My grandfather chuckled, “No need for words, boy. Just enjoy your present, he’s been prepared for you.”

I stepped closer to the box, Felix's features were serene while he stared at nothing. He wasn’t just a fantasy anymore—he was real, and he was mine.

I reached out, my hand trembling as my fingertips brushed against his handsome face. Warm. Awake. And yet completely not.

“He won’t... fight me?” I asked, almost breathless.

“No,” my grandfather replied. “He’ll do exactly as you say. He’s been modified to please you, to follow your every command.”

I turned to my grandfather and smiled. “Thank you,” I said.

My grandfather gave a small nod. "I knew you'd understand. You're my blood, after all. Just remember to never let him out of the house. He's still missing as far as everyone knows. You're 18, so he's your responsibility now."

I looked down at Felix again, feeling a sense of ownership, of power, that I had never felt before. My fantasies were no longer just in my head—they were right here, ready to be made real.

As my grandfather turned to leave the room, he paused at the door, giving me one last glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and there's a manual in the box, enjoy your present."

Once he was out of my room, I locked the door for privacy. Then I picked Felix up from the box. His body was heavy, as expected, but after some hard effort, I managed to drag him to my bed.

Just for fun, I posed his right arm, making him flex.

He looked so serene, so peaceful like he was asleep. But his eyes, those beautiful eyes that I had dreamt about, stared into nothingness. They were the only indication that something was wrong—or right—with him.

I couldn't hold any more second and started to undress him, first taking off his white tank top, then I pulled down his shorts. I was surprised to see he was wearing his swimming speedos.

He probably was abducted after his swimming practice. His body was even more amazing from closer, and to think that for so long, I just watched him from afar...

The realization of having Felix lying on my bed made me start leaking.

I lifted both his arms into a flexing pose.

A smile crept onto my face as I buried my face into his armpits and took a deep sniff, but I was disappointed; he didn't smell like I was expecting to. I wanted to smell his sweaty, musky armpits, but instead, he smelled faintly like a factory or a lab.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to figure out how to make him more 'alive'; I needed him to produce the sweat I was so looking forward to sniffing and lick. I wanted him to act more like the real Felix.

That's when I remembered about the manual my grandfather talked about, the instructions were surprisingly detailed. It was like a manual for a very expensive, very human-like sex doll. But this wasn't a doll; this was Felix. After searching for a while, I found a section titled "Activation and Customization."

"To activate your toy, you must press a button installed in your toy's nape. This will initiate the awakening process," the instructions said. I quickly started searching Felix's stiff neck for the button, finally, my fingertips found a small, unnoticeable button hidden under his skin at the base of his neck.

I took a deep breath and pressed it. Nothing happened at first until his eyes fluttered and started to roll in circles as if it was imitating a loading icon.

Suddenly, Felix's body jerked to life. He looked around the room with a vacant expression, his pupils dilating as he took in his surroundings. I watched, frozen, as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"H-Hello, Felix," I managed to say, my voice quivering.

He stared at me, his gaze unflinching and his movements mechanical. "Hello, Master," he responded in a monotone voice. "I'm your toy, Felix. How may I serve you?"

"Ummm, can you... Can you act more like the old... umm, real Felix?"

I watched as his eyes started to swirl again; he then looked at me—the same look that I had seen countless times at school when he was about to tease someone or when he was flirting with the girls. "I'm sorry for acting weird, dude," he chuckled, his voice sounding so much more natural, he then smirked and looked around my room. "That's a nice room you have, did you win the lottery or something?" He joked.

"Well, kinda... ummm... but you are definitely my best prize so far," I said, It was funny how I was still nervous about talking with him, even though I knew he was my brainless toy now. "So, how do you feel?"

Felix rubbed his head and chuckled. "I feel fine, man. A little stiff, but I guess that's to be expected after being in a box all day." He looked down at his body, then looked at me with an eyebrow raised, "But, dude, what the fuck? Why am I in only my speedos?"

I blushed and stumbled over my words. "Well, you know, you don't have to wear clothes around me, you're my toy now."

Felix relaxed, "You're right, I don't have to wear clothes around you." With that, he stood up and pulled down his speedos, revealing his big soft cock. I gasped at the sight.

"W-what are you doing?" I stuttered, my eyes glued to his cock.

"You said I don't have to wear clothes around you, speedos are technically clothes, aren't they?" He said with a cheeky smile.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

He walked over to me, his cock swinging gently with every step. He was so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face. "So, what do you want to do with me, dude? I'm your toy, and as a toy, I deserve to be played with."

"I-I would like you to do push-ups for me, p-please," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Felix nodded and dropped to the floor, his muscles rippling as he pushed himself up and down. I watched, mesmerized, as he performed the task with ease.

"Is this what you had in mind?" He asked, looking up at me with a smirk while still doing push-ups.

I nodded, my cock now rock hard in my pants. "Yes," I managed to say. "It's exactly how I fantasized for so long," I pulled my hard cock out and started jerking off to the sight of my crush, obeying my every command.

For so long I had jerked off to Felix's photos, and now here he was, in the flesh, doing push-ups in front of me. The reality was so much better than any of my fantasies. I couldn't believe this was really happening.

After almost one hour of nonstop push-ups, Felix's amazing body was glistening with sweat. The smell was starting to fill my room, it was heavenly! He looked up at me with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, I kinda wanted to know how far he could keep doing pushups, but I didn't want to break my new toy.

"That's enough Felix, sit on that chair over there with your hands behind your head. I want to taste your sweaty armpits."

"Yes Master." Felix obeyed immediately, sitting down with his arms behind his head and looking up at me expectantly.

My cock bobbed as I walked to him and sat on his lap; I leaned down and took a deep breath, filling my nose with the musky scent of his armpits. I then slowly stuck my tongue out and licked the saltiness from his skin, savoring the taste of the most popular jock in my school. His body tensed, but he didn't move away.

"That's so disgusting dude, how can you get off by licking the dirty armpits of another dude?!" He exclaimed with a mix of shock and confusion, but he didn't resist.

I chuckled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "It's not just any armpit, Felix. It's yours."

After spending the entire evening sniffing and licking every inch of Felix's sweaty body, I decided it was time to take things to the next level. "Alright, Felix," I said, getting off from him, "I want you to lift your legs and spread them, keep your hands behind your head."

Felix looked at me with a mix of curiosity and confusion, but he did as he was told, his body now programmed to obey his new owner.

"That's so humiliating," he murmured.

My heart was racing. This was it—the moment I had been dreaming of for so long. I looked down at him, his body now mine to explore and use as I wished. "Don't worry," I whispered, trying to reassure him, "you're going to enjoy this, I promise."

I leaned in between his legs and kissed him softly. His body tensed up, he clearly wasn't happy about kissing another guy, but he didn't pull away and just let me explore his mouth. Encouraged, I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth and exploring it as he lay there, unmoving. "That's fucking gross.... uuurrghh, I'm not gay," he mumbled against my lips.

"It doesn't matter if you are gay or straight, Felix," I whispered as I continued jerking him off, "You're my toy now."

He stared at me, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anger. "What the fuck, man? I'm nobody's toy!" He breathed out, his voice cracking slightly.

The programming really did a good job at mimicking Felix's real straight personality. Ignoring his protests, I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it gently, but he wasn't getting hard, of course he wouldn't, I thought with a chuckle.

"Get hard for me," I commanded, watching his cock swell in my hand. "Does this feel good?"

Felix let out a moan, his body betraying his protests. "No, it...uurrghhh... it doesn't," he gritted out, his voice filled with need.

"Then let's try this," I aimed my cock against his tight ass, I felt his body tense up, but before he could react, I inserted the tip, feeling his muscles clench around me.

"What the fuck!" He shouted, trying to sit up, but I pushed him back down gently.

"Don't move," I whispered, "I want you to love this. Remember, you're not just my toy, you're my sex toy. Your purpose is to give me pleasure."

I watched Felix's eyes rolling in circular movement for a few seconds, then he suddenly looked at me with needy puppy eyes.

"Aawwwwwwghhh! This feels so fucking good! I love how you fill my ass, dude!" He moaned.

I grinned and pushed deeper inside him, feeling his tight straight ass envelop my shaft. I began to thrust in and out of him, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. His moans grew louder and louder; the command for him to love it was really proving to be effective.

As I fucked him, I couldn't believe how perfect it felt. Soon I was fucking him real hard, my hips slapping hard against his ass, the sound echoing through my room. As I thrust inside him, I leaned in and buried my face in his armpits. I took deep sniffs as I heard Felix's moans grow louder and more desperate.

"You're mine Felix, forever!" I moaned against his armpits as I came inside him.

While I was still inside of him, I commanded him to cum, but just when he was in the middle of his orgasm, I pressed the button in his nape, and he froze mid-orgasm, his face now frozen with his eyes rolling back and tongue sticking out.

But I was surprised to see his cock was still shooting cum all over his abs, some even landed on his face and tongue. I guess the programming isn't able to stop an ongoing orgasm.

Pulling away, I looked down at him, lying on the chair with his body covered in sweat and cum leaking from his ass. His handsome face, was now distorted in a mindless dumb expression.

I decided to give him a bath, to clean off the sweat and cum that covered him, but also because he still had some of the "factory" smell on him.

I filled the tub with warm water and called him to get inside the bathtub. He was in his mindless, obedient state; that was his default mode. I wasn't in the mood to bathe a loud and rebellious toy.

His eyes were glazed over as I cleaned his body, it was so cute.

As I washed his pecs, I couldn't help but playfully pinch his nipples. I continued my exploration, moving down to his abs and then to his hard cock, which was still hard since I first commanded him to be.

"You're such a good toy," I praised, giving his shaft a gentle tug. "I've always loved you, Felix, yet you never noticed me," I whispered as I washed his hair with shampoo, "you were always surrounded by so many friends and busy with girls, why would you notice someone like me, right?" I said, washing his pecs and abs. He didn't respond since he was in default mode, but I wasn't expecting him to. "I'm so glad we have each other now. I promise we will have a lot of fun together."

When I was finished, I told him to step out of the bath and sit so I could dry him. As I was drying his muscles, an idea suddenly came to me. I pressed his nape and gave him a command...

After I was done with the command, he tilted his head and smiled at me.

"Why use a towel, Master? Use your tongue to dry my sexy body." He then pulled the towel from his lap, giving me full access to his throbbing shaft, "And I think you should start with my cock."

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I've been enjoying my new toy for months now.

Felix's disappearance is commented on to this day, no one knows what happened to him after he left the swimming practice. Somehow, the organization in which my grandfather worked managed to clear all the evidence of his disappearance from that night.

I was back home after a boring day at school, and like every day since I got Felix as my toy, I spent the day looking forward to coming back home to him.

As I walked into my room, I was greeted with the sight of Felix "sleeping" on a chair.

He always spends the day "Inactivated" when I am out. I walked to him and pressed his nape, activating him.

When he saw me he gave me a warm smile and stretched his arms, teasing me by showing his armpits.

"Welcome back Master, please come take your daily dose of your toy's armpits."

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A mind controller doesn't need to go to a car wash. I can get my car cleaned anytime and anywhere I want. With a simple thought, I can make any random hunk strip down to his underwear and wash my car for free while showing off his sexy body

It doesn't matter if they're with their girlfriends, picking up their kids from school, or going to work. They will stop anything they're doing and wash my car with a dumb smile on their faces, a smile of satisfaction in knowing they're obeying their Master.

While they wash my car, I wash their minds of any free will. In the end, my car is as clean as their dumb heads.

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"Take it easy, buddy. These bodies have sweat enough for both of us," the jock said as his gym buddy feasted on his sweaty, hairy armpits.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching these two guys go at it. They weren’t a couple or anything—just two straight dudes, probably only knew each other from the gym. But now, with those aliens inside them, they didn’t care. All that mattered was feeding.

The taller one had his arms up, showing off his hairy pits, dripping sweat from working out. The other guy, shorter but lean and fit, was right there, licking it up like his life depended on it. And in a way, it did. The aliens needed the sweat, craved it. That’s how they survived.

I had a hand in this, getting those little creatures inside them. I wasn’t like them, though—I wasn’t possessed. I just made it happen. And now, here they were, practically slaves to the sweat, feeding off each other without a second thought.

The taller guy groaned as the shorter one’s tongue slid over his chest, soaking up every drop. They didn’t have a choice. The aliens were in full control, driving them to keep going, keep feeding. It wasn’t about attraction or desire—just survival.

As I stood there watching them, my eyes locked onto the taller guy’s other armpit—completely untouched, glistening with sweat. It was just hanging there, free, waiting. And I couldn’t help myself. I’ve always had a thing for armpits, and seeing his sweaty one on full display was too much.

Before I even realized it, I moved closer. The other guy was busy on one side, and now I had the other. I leaned in, tongue out, and licked. The taste of his sweat hit me instantly—salty, raw, and exactly what I needed. I was just as hungry for it as the alien-possessed guy.

There I was, right next to him, both of us licking and feeding off the same sweaty body. It felt wild, like we were all connected in some strange, primal way. The aliens fed on the sweat, but me? I was feeding on something else entirely.

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Riding The Rider

Hawk had always been a man who loved the open road. Today was no different. He had just picked up a new helmet—sleek, white, and impossibly high-tech.

Earlier that day, he went to buy a new helmet when he saw a beautiful white one called Helmetai. The helmet cost a fortune, so he wasn't going to buy it, but the owner of the store insisted that he should take it; when Hawk explained he didn't have the money, he then gave him one for free.

“Consider it a gift. A biker like you deserves the best helmet!" The owner said. Hawk found it weird, but he wasn't one to refuse such an expensive gift.

The helmet boasted top-tier features: enhanced vision, noise-canceling technology, and an integrated heads-up display. He didn’t bother reading all the technical specs—it was just a helmet, after all. But as he slid it over his head, it fit snugly, almost like it was made for him. The visor suddenly flickered to life with a soft hum.

"Welcome aboard, Hawk. Prepare for the ultimate ride." The helmet said in a robotic voice.

"Oh, nice, I didn't know it could do that. Helmetai, play my favorite playlist!"

Suddenly, 'Highway To Hell' started blasting in Hawk's ears as he revved up his bike and took off down the highway. The wind rushing against his muscles and the adrenaline pumping through his veins was Hawk's addiction. As he weaved between cars, pushing the speed limit, something strange began to happen.

He started feeling a small electric flow in his head. He shook it off, thinking it was just the adrenaline—or maybe the helmet was messing with his senses. After all, this was his first time using such high-tech gear. But suddenly the world around him faded, and he felt a disorienting pull as if he was being yanked from his own body. And just like that, everything went black.

One second later, Hawk's body came back to life.

"Transfer Complete, please don't remove the helmet until your ride is finished. Enjoy your time in Hawk's body." The helmet said.

“Oh, I plan on enjoying every second of this ride. Let’s see what this body can really do.” Hawk said. With a swift twist of the throttle, the bike shot forward, rocketing down the highway at full velocity, way past the velocity limit.

This helmet wasn’t just any helmet. Unknown to Hawk, it was part of a secret possession industry designed for the elite. Wealthy men who longed for excitement and adventure would rent out bodies, usually those of fit, and unsuspecting strong men, to live their fantasies. The technology behind it was the most advanced—microchips embedded into the helmets that synced with the brainwaves of the wearer, overriding their control and allowing someone else to slip into the driver's seat.

It was a perfect way for rich men to have a moment of pure adrenaline without worrying about getting hurt or dying in a crash; the helmet was programmed to shut down as soon as an accident happened or if they were pulled over by the police.

"Oooh, fuck yeah, now that’s a body!" Hawk shouted, flexing his thick biceps.

A huge tent started forming in his pants as he tested out his new muscles.

"Look at me! No fucking hands! YOOOOHOOOO!!!!'

Soon, he started hearing the sounds of the police sirens behind him.

"Alert! The police are after you. Do you wish to continue the ride?" The helmet asked.

"Yes I do! I paid for the full experience!" Hawk laughed sterically as he took off at full velocity, trying to escape the police.

Far away, in another state, a middle-aged, overweight man sat in front of his computer in his luxurious dark room, on his head was also a Helmetai.

[lazoaslozoas]

By New Commands

As Colby made his way toward the barracks. His thoughts immediately drifted to his three roommates—Tyler, Marcus, and Alex. They had been the worst of them all, constantly teasing him for his scrawny frame, his quiet demeanor, and the way he kept to himself. But now, everything has changed. Colby had power—power over them, and he was going to enjoy it.

And there they were, standing in the hallway just outside the room, each of them with their usual cocky grins gone, replaced with blank stares. The three of them stood in their olive-green military shorts and tight shirts, muscles bulging from hours of training, but now those muscles were at Colby's command.

"Tyler, Marcus, Alex," Colby said softly, "Turn and face me."

The three soldiers moved simultaneously, robotic, their bodies controlled by the alien parasites lodged in their brains. Their muscular arms hung by their sides as they faced him, their expressions still emotionless.

Colby's eyes wandered over their bodies, their muscular frames that had always intimidated him before. Now, they were nothing more than puppets.

"Flex for me," Colby commanded, a grin spreading across his face.

Without hesitation, the three soldiers raised their arms, their bulging biceps flexing hard, showing off every thick, chiseled muscle. Tyler’s arms strained as his veins popped, his defined muscles tense beneath his tight shirt. Marcus followed suit, his dark skin gleaming under the daylights as he flexed his thick, sculpted biceps. Alex, the third and most arrogant of the trio, flexed as well.

The night before, Colby—tired of all the bullying—walked out of the dorms in the middle of the night and broke into the military's lab; there, he found small vials with tiny watery slime inside; he knew what they were. It was an alien substance capable of turning anyone into an obedient puppet. The alien substance was more of a tool than a sentient being, It was mostly used on the enemies to make them talk.

Colby took three samples and went back to his dorm, where all the soldiers were sleeping; he went to Tyler's bed first and poured the slime into his ear, and watched the hunk convulse in his bed, then he did the same with Marcus and Alex.

What Colby didn't know was that only one drop of the alien substance would already make someone extremely susceptible to orders, but he poured an entire vial into each soldier, turning them into permanent puppets.

Now he had the three of them flexing at his command.

Colby walked around them slowly, taking in the sight of their impressive physiques. These were the guys who used to make his life hell in the military, who had teased him relentlessly. And now, here they were, doing exactly what he told them to.

He walked to Tyler first and pulled the flexing soldier for a passionate kiss. Tyler kept flexing mindlessly as his mouth was explored by Colby's tongue. When he pulled back, Tyler was left with his mouth frozen open, and just for fun, Colby spat inside.

Next, he went to Marcus, the dark skinned soldier.

"You used to think you were so much better than me," Colby murmured as he walked behind Marcus, his fingers brushing lightly across the soldier’s black biceps. "But look at you now. Completely under my control."

Marcus didn't respond, couldn't respond. His body remained still, locked in place, every inch of him obeying Colby's commands. Colby moved to Alex next—The shorter, but not less muscular soldier—placing a hand on his thick bicep, feeling the rock-hard muscles.

"Go ahead, flex harder for me," Colby whispered.

Alex’s muscles tightened even more, his veins popping out as he strained to flex with all his might. Colby could hardly believe how good it felt to have them like this.

"All three of you, take off your shirts," Colby commanded.

In perfect sync, Tyler, Marcus, and Alex reached down, pulling off their sweat-soaked shirts and tossing them aside. Their muscular chests were now bare, each one defined with perfect, rock-hard abs and thick, powerful pecs. The three soldiers remained silent, their eyes blank, their bodies perfectly still as Jack continued to inspect and worship their muscles, knowing that there was nothing they wouldn’t do for him now.

Next, he took them to the empty dorm room, and once Inside, he commanded the three mindless soldiers to kneel before him and share his cock. Colby smiled with satisfaction as he watched the three cocky soldiers fighting to suck his cock. Once his cock was wet with their saliva, he commanded them to take off their shorts and lie on the same bed with their asses up.

He took Tyler first, taking his ass in a single thrust. As he fucked him, Colby ordered Tyler to moan and act like a slut, which he did. Tyler moaned and begged Colby to fuck him harden, Tyler cried in pleasure and even came a few times, but when Colby pulled away, Tyler went back to his frozen mindless self.

Colby fucked Marcus' ass next, and then Alex. Life in the military couldn't be better for Colby now that he had three personal soldiers ready to serve him at any moment.

[lazoaslozoas]

Alone At The Frat House

Nelson woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that only an intense night of partying could deliver. He squinted as the sunlight invaded the room, hurting his sensitive eyes. He was trying to piece together the events of the previous night.

Nelson was never the party type; in fact, he was quite the opposite—a shy nerd who always avoided social interactions whenever possible and hated going to parties. Now, he parties almost every day with the most popular and hottest fratboys at Alpha Sigma Kappa, something Nelson never dreamed was possible. The previous night was just another one of their private parties. A party that only the frat members and Nelson could enjoy.

But now the house was eerily quiet; the only sound were of the birds outside and the sound of the window curtains. This was odd because since Nelson helped that alien crew take over the bodies of the entire frat house, he would always wake up with loud moaning in the next rooms.

Nelson glanced at the clock: 10 AM. The house should've been buzzing with life, with hungover frat boys messing around with each other, but it was like everyone was still sleeping. Maybe they just had too much to drink last night? Nelson thought.

Lying on Nelson's side was the frat president, Preston— or what was left of him.

His body was limp, his handsome features slack as he stared unblinking. He was still wearing the same underwear from the day prior.

Preston was a rich, arrogant jock with a body built to turn heads and a smile that could melt anyone. As frat president, he had a commanding and authoritative personality, the type that made everyone fall in line.

Preston was the kind of guy everyone wanted to know—or be. Charismatic and effortlessly cool, he was a magnet at every party, surrounded by friends and admirers who hung on his every word. He had a natural way of making people feel seen but was selective, reserving his attention for those he deemed worthy. His girlfriend, Jenna, was as striking as he was, perfectly matching his energy and status. Together, they were campus royalty—the couple everyone talked about, envied, and secretly wanted to be.

Last night at the party, Preston had been one of the most popular vessels; his alien occupant was none other than the captain of the crew, meaning he was the alien in charge of their secret operation on Earth. Taking over the frat president suited him well.

Later that night, all the frat boys were in nothing but their underwear, dancing and getting intimate with one another. Some were getting fucked, others were getting blowjobs, or making out.

Nelson was just sitting and enjoying the show when Preston walked over with a grin and pulled him into his room upstairs. Once in Preston's room, he got on the bed and offered his ass for Nelson to fuck. Nelson spent the night pounding the frat president until they passed out, hugging each other.

But now, Preston lay empty and frozen like a mannequin.

Nelson sat up on the bed. “Captain?” he whispered, gently nudging Preston's shoulder. No response. Nelson then noticed something slick and sticky inside Preston's left ear. He put his finger inside and pulled out a slimy string of alien residue that connected his finger to Preston's ear. Nelson knew what that meant: the alien had crawled out of Preston and left his body empty. The takeover process required the alien to hollow out the vessel's brain, so without an alien inside, the frat boys were nothing but empty muscles.

Nelson looked under the bed for the captain's small spaceship—each frat member had one hidden beneath their beds—but he found nothing under Preston's. That would explain why the window was left open, he thought.

Nelson sighed, his thoughts soon drifting toward his own vulnerable and exposed body. This was the first time he had Preston all to himself, empty. He buried his face in Preston's hairy armpit and took a deep sniff, the faint scent of dried cum and sweat from the night before still lingering. Nelson began to harden as he remembered how Preston had been before being converted into a vessel. He was such an arrogant prick, believing he was god’s gift to women and that everyone else was beneath him. Now, he was just a hot piece of meat, waiting for his brain to be filled again with an extraterrestrial being.

Unable to resist any longer, Nelson pulled his mouth from the frat president's armpit and slid down Preston's underwear. He lifted the jock's muscular legs over his shoulders and pushed inside Preston's tight ass.

Nelson moaned as he began to thrust, unable to shake the thoughts of how much his life had changed in the past months.

Three months ago, Nelson was just another campus nobody—an awkward, lanky nerd who barely registered on anyone's radar. Known for his obsession with aliens and the cosmos, he was often the butt of jokes, the “weird guy” who spent more time hunched over his computer or scanning the night skies than engaging with anyone. His classmates avoided him, especially the frat guys—those sculpted, confident jocks who seemed to own the campus. Nelson could only dream of what it would be like to have their attention, let alone any power over them. It felt impossible, almost laughable.

One night, Nelson was working late on his special school project—a machine designed to receive extraterrestrial signals, scanning the cosmos for signs of intelligent life. It had been routine, uneventful work until that night when his equipment picked up something extraordinary—a signal from deep space. At first, Nelson couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but the message quickly became clear: the aliens were communicating that they wanted to come to Earth but needed human vessels to blend in. They preferred to be in close quarters with one another, a place where their vessels could share the same house. Nelson’s mind began to race, and an idea sparked. He knew the perfect place for them: the frat house on his campus, packed with the hottest, most muscular guys around. Without hesitation, he sent the location of the frat house, fully aware of what awaited those unsuspecting jocks...

Nelson moaned loudly as he finished inside Preston, after a few minutes catching his breath, he pulled out of him, leaving the frat president with his legs frozen in the air and cum leaking from his ass. He stood up from the bed and wandered over to the window, gazing out at the scene below. The pool area was a mess—empty red cups and scattered clothes littered the ground like remnants of a wild night. He watched a lone red cup tumble across the pavement, caught by the breeze, until it finally tipped over and splashed into the pool.

"Where is everyone?" He asked himself.

He stepped out of Preston's room; he didn't even bother to put underwear on; he was used to walking naked in the frathouse, no one in the frat could even care anymore. The hallway was lined with doors, each leading to a room where a fratboy slept.

Nelson went to the next room and opened the door. Inside, he found Marcos, the football team's heartthrob, sleeping on his stomach, his athletic back exposed while wearing only a grey underwear, giving Nelson a perfect view of his muscular ass, built after years running on the field.

Nelson had fucked that ass last night too, actually, everyone at the frat did.

Nelson had come up with a spicy version of the game 'spin the bottle'. When he told the aliens about the game, they all loved it.

So they covered Marcos' body in a slick layer of oil. Then they guided him to lie on his back in the middle of the floor, his ass raised, inviting and exposed to everyone. The frat boys settled into a circle around him, their cocks throbbing in excitement.

Nelson took the lead, giving Marcos a spin, the oil allowing him to glide smoothly. As Marcos twirled, all the jocks looked in anticipation, when he finally stopped, his ass pointed directly at one eager frat boy, while his head aimed at another. The group of jocks all cheered and the designated pair exchanged mischievous grins, ready to take a piece of Marcos.

While one stuffed his ass, another stuffed his mouth, and so the game went on for many hours, with Marcos being spit roasted by all the fratboys.

Nelson stepped closer to the bed and gave Marcos' firm ass a gentle slap, watching the jock's ass bounce. "Wakey wakey sleepy head," Nelson called out.

No response.

Nelson sighed and then pulled down Marcos' grey underwear, exposing the jock's muscular ass; Nelson spread Marcos' cheeks and inserted a finger inside, feeling how loose he was from last night's party, he chuckled. "You slut," Nelson murmured, his cock growing harder. He couldn't resist the urge to give that ass more slaps, still, there was no response from Marcos.

Leaning closer to Marcos' head, Nelson noticed the same alien residue that he had seen in Preston's ear and there was also no spaceship under the bed. The alien inside Marcos had left too. Nelson grunted, frustrated, he gave Marcos' ass one last slap, this time more in frustration than for fun.

The next was Jayden's room. The muscular asian jock was sitting motionless on the floor.

Jayden was on the soccer team, which gave him an athletic and muscular body.

Nelson casually walked over to Jayden, grabbed both his ankles and lifted them to his face, making Jayden fall to the floor. Nelson then buried his face in Jayden's soles, inhaling deeply on the jock's feet. He felt his cock twitch as he remembered the time when he could only watch Jayden from afar at the soccer field; now, he could inspect every inch of his body and smell him up close as much as he wanted.

As Nelson licked Jayden's soles, he was not surprised to also noticed the same slimy alien residue in his ear, confirming that Jayden's alien had left him too.

Nelson gave Jayden's feet a quick passionate worship and then went to inspect the next rooms, some of the rooms were empty, meaning some of the fratboys were still downstairs.

In one of the rooms he found the Maddox Twins—Alex and Aiden. They were both popular wrestlers around campus and one of Nelson's favorites, he couldn't help but raise Aiden's arm, making him flex.

Nelson lost count of how many times he asked the Maddox's aliens to spit-roast him on that same bed. He also loved asking the twins to fuck each other for his amusement. The two aliens in control of them were more than glad to give Nelson the most incestuous and hot show possible.

Before the frat takeover, Nelson used to watch them from a distance, secretly wondering about the finer details, like if they were truly identical in every way. His mind often wandered, lingering on the thought of whether they shared the same cock size—a question that had seemed as unattainable as the twins themselves. But now, things have changed. With the twins under the aliens' control, Nelson finally knew the answer to that forbidden curiosity; Both of them had identical 7'9 Inches cocks.

After seeing the two brothers were as empty as the others, he walked out of their room and went downstairs to the living room, where he was greeted by the sight of the remaining of the frat house members scattered on the couches and the floor, all of them with the same telltale sign of an abandoned vessel - the alien residue leaking out of their ears.

The frat house was a total wreck—empty beer cans scattered everywhere, and the faint, unmistakable smell of sweat and cum filled the place. It was all the proof Nelson needed of last night’s chaos. He’d had the time of his life, feeling like a king as he took his pick of the hottest guys on campus, using them like they were his own personal playthings.

It was at that moment he realized he had the entire frat house to himself, filled with hot, ripped, empty vessels waiting to be enjoyed.

It wasn't the first time the aliens had left their vessels to go on intergalactic missions. But most of the time, only one or five would go, however, it had never occurred that all of them went on a mission together like this time. Whatever their mission was, it must have been very important for them to leave like that, Nelson thought.

He carefully stepped over the limp bodies and walked towards Miguel, who was lying on the couch, frozen while still holding his phone. Miguel was a homophobic douchbag before being converted into a vessel and he was notorious on campus for cheating on all his girlfriends.

Miguel's socks had a strong musky smell that hit Nelson's nostrils as soon as he walked closer. But this was not a bad thing for Nelson, he liked when the vessels were smelly and unwashed. The aliens didn't care that much about their vessel's hygiene; at one point, they were smelling so strong that Nelson had to convince them to shower their vessels at least once a week, to which they agreed, but only if Nelson did the washing.

Nelson hopped on the couch and grabbed Miguel's legs by both his ankles; he then pressed the socked feet together and buried his face between them, taking a deep and long sniff. After having his fun with Miguel's socked feet, Nelson sat on Miguel's lap, with his ass pressed against his bulge.

He grabbed the phone from Miguel's frozen hands, but was annoyed to find the phone screen was locked and required facial recognition. That, of course, was not a problem for Nelson, as all he had to do was place the phone in front of Miguel's blank face, unlocking the screen.

After doing so, Nelson saw an open message thread, it looked like the alien was texting one of Miguel's side chicks when the alien left his brain. They were having quite a spicy conversation, he even sent her some dick pics. Nelson saw that his last message was sent at 2 AM, giving Nelson the exact time of when the aliens left for their mission, which was four hours after Nelson fell asleep with Preston.

Nelson sighed and caressed Miguel's hard pecs, even pinched his nipples a little. He chuckled as he watched Miguel's blank face, he put his thumb on Miguel's shin and opened his mouth, leaving it agape, he then pulled his tongue out and moved his eyeballs to stare in different directions. Nelson couldn't help but laugh at how dumb Miguel was looking.

Just for fun, he took a photo of Miguel's face and sent it to his date. "I'm a dumb brainless puppet" he wrote.

"I think It's time to give life to you guys, don't you agree?" Nelson asked, gently patting Miguel's face and hopping out of the couch.

In the first month that Nelson started living at the frat with the aliens, the Captain taught him about the missions the aliens would have to go through and the procedure Nelson would have to follow when that happened.

Nelson went to the kitchen and took a heavy suitcase out of the fridge, he put the suitcase on the balcony and opened it. Inside, there were 24 tiny vials filled with a transparent slime.

Nelson took one vial and walked back to the living room. He sighed as he looked at all the frat boys spread all over the floor, he wasn't willing to do the procedure on all of them one by one, it would take forever. So he had an idea, he went to Miguel, opened the vial near his ear and watched as the transparent slime slid inside Miguel's ear, doing what it was programmed to do: To fill the missing part of their brains.

Miguel's body suddenly went rigid and started to convulse on the couch. After a few seconds, Miguel slowly stood up with a frown. He noticed Nelson standing near him, and then he looked at his frat brothers lying on the floor behind him.

"Damn, what a party it was last night huh?" Miguel said in a good mood as he stretched his strong arms.

The slimes inside the vials are synthetic organisms made by the aliens for the sole purpose of occupying their human vessels when they aren't inside them. The slime will have access to all the vessel's memories and will act like they were before being turned into vessels.

In other words, the slimes are a tool used to put empty vessels on autopilot mode. And now it was up to Nelson to make sure they were activated.

Nelson grabbed the suitcase in the kitchen and walked back to the living room. Miguel looked at him and chuckled.

"Where are you going with this suitcase dude? Are you moving back to the closet?" Miguel joked.

"Gosh, you're a jerk even on autopilot. I want you to implant the slime on all the vessels for me," Nelson commanded, but before handing the suitcase, he took one vial. He smiled at Miguel and patted his chest. "You can let Preston for me."

"Yes Captain," Miguel said, walking to his empty frat brothers on the floor, ready to fill their empty heads with slime, just like him.

Stepping back inside Preston's room, Nelson gazed over Preston's hot body, still lying on the bed just as he had left him after their morning fuck.

Nelson then opened the vial and poured the slime into Preston's ear. The frat president Immediately started convulsing, just like Miguel did, until suddenly Preston gained life.

His once empty unblinking eyes were now finally blinking again, though, if you looked closer you would still notice the emptiness in them.

Preston looked at Nelson for a few seconds, as if trying to make sense of what the nerdy gay boy on campus was doing in his room. He then suddenly groaned and his face contorted in a painful expression. "Fuck... my ass is hurting!"

"Sorry about that," Nelson said, but of course he didn't mean that.

Preston's face was shocked when he realized what Nelson's meant.

"You fucked me while I was empty?" He asked, more confused than mad.

"Of course I did, how could I resist such a sexy jock like you? You aren't mad at me, are you?"

It was the first time Nelson had Preston on autopilot, so he had no idea of what reaction Preston would have. He knew the slimes were programmed not to hurt him in any way, but still, he was a little apprehensive.

The real Preston would have been furious, he would have beaten Nelson down to a pulp, but the real Preston was gone at the moment the alien crawled inside his brain and hollowed it.

However, the synthetic slime was still able to mimic Preston's prior straight dominating personality. So Preston—in a sudden move—pinned Nelson against the wall, gently enough not to hurt him.

"How dare you fuck me, you little fag? I'm the frat president and no one fucks me! Turn around! I will show you how to give a guy a proper sore ass!" Preston grunted his voice was authoritative.

Nelson smirked and obeyed, turning his ass towards Preston's 8'5 Inches throbbing shaft. He felt Preston's tip pressing against his entrance, and he moaned against the wall when Preston pushed in.

"That's it, moan for me you bitch! Not so tough now that I have my brain filled again, are you?" Preston moaned against Nelson's ear, shoving his shaft all the way inside with a powerful thrust, making Nelson see stars, and not the ones he likes to see.

Preston then carefully lifted Nelson in his arms while still impaling him and walked them to the bed, where he lay Nelson on all fours and resumed his powerful thrusting.

Preston grabbed Nelson's head on both sides and planted a passionate tongue kiss on him. His strong tongue invaded Nelson's mouth as his rips worked non-stop, his massive cock being pushed all the way in and then half the way out. He gave a long deep moan against Nelson's mouth and came inside him, Nelson came together as he had his face buried in the mattress.

Once Preston finished, he pulled off him and lay on his side, with Nelson resting his head on his muscular chest.

Nelson was still recovering from the intense fucking he just received when he started hearing the sounds of conversation and laughter growing from downstairs, a good sign that the vessels were being awakened by Miguel.

The house now contained the sounds of a living frat house, the sounds that only a house full of hot, young and straight men could make when put to live together.

Nelson was hugging Preston's muscular body as he gently caressed Preston's chest, he looked into his empty blue eyes and smiled. "We should get downstairs for breakfast," he suggested.

"Of course Captain, let's go. I'm starving!"

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It's been two months since the aliens left for the mission, and there was still no sign of the aliens coming back.

The synthetic slimes were doing an amazing job at puppeteering the jocks; no one suspected a thing. They all still dated their girlfriends, visited their family members, and attended classes normally.

But Nelson was starting to worry that the aliens had left him alone with the empty vessels. Not that it was a bad fate for Nelson—he enjoyed having full control of the frat guys. But he missed the aliens. He’d gotten close to them during their few months together, and without them, something felt lonely; none of the frat boys were sentient beings anymore.

They might sound and act real, but Nelson knew that talking with them was as effective as talking with a fridge.

It was a random Friday night at Alpha Sigma Kappa, and everything was pretty much going as usual. Nelson lounged on the couch in the living room, naked as always, legs spread wide, his throbbing cock proudly on full display. He had one arm around Preston, who sat beside him, equally naked and hard.

Around the two of them, frat members filled the living room, tangled together in different kinds of action, sounds of moaning and skin slapping filling the house. Some jocks were making out, others worshipping each other’s muscles, or fucking passionately.

Nelson's gaze drifted to Jayden—the hot Asian soccer player—he was pounding Marcos—the star of the football team—on the next couch. Marcos might have been bigger than Jayden, but Nelson always preferred seeing Marcos bottoming because of his big muscular ass.

Marcos was moaning like a depraved slut, his moans were the loudest of all the frat members, and that was starting to bother Nelson, so he decided to do something about it.

"Jayden, Marcos is being too loud, could you please take care of him?" Nelson asked.

"Yes, Captain!" Jayden moaned breathlessly, his voice filled with pleasure. Without slowing down, he gave Marcos a sharp smack, each thrust making Marcos moan louder. "Quiet, you loud big slut, you're making our Captain very upset." With a wicked grin, Jayden snatched up his discarded underwear from the floor, the fabric well-worn and musky from weeks of wear, and pushed it firmly into Marcos' mouth, muffling his cries.

Nelson chuckled as he watched Marcos' face, he looked like he was about to explode for holding his moans.

Opposite Nelson, Miguel lay sprawled out on one of the couches, his muscular body stretched out like a prize on display. Once the campus’s biggest homophobic jerk, Miguel had been notorious for cheating on his girlfriends and running his mouth about guys like Nelson. Now, he was lying frozen with his hands behind his head as he was being worshiped by five of his own straight friends. A couple of the guys were focused on his torso, eagerly running their hands over his chest and abs, worshiping the pecs that Miguel had spent so long building up. One guy was kissing along Miguel’s thick pecs and nipples, while another licked his hairy armpits. One muscular hunk with a buzzcut was riding his big 9'3 Inches cock, while the other two were worshiping Miguel's big manly feet like it was made of candy.

Miguel lay there completely relaxed, hands behind his head as he enjoyed his body being worshiped by his equally homophobic friends.

The sight was nothing more than breathtaking, Nelson couldn't help but feel proud of his work, he felt like an artist, and the jocks were the tools.

Nelson then looked down at the Maddox twins on the floor in front of him. They were eagerly wrestling each other naked, each showing off their skills, they were both dripping sweat after almost an hour of wrestling each other non-stop at Nelson's command. Nelson finally snapped his fingers, making the brothers stop mid-act: Alex was pinning Aiden down, with his cock pressed against his ass.

“Alright boys, that’s enough. Come over here and worship our cocks.”

“Yes, Captain!” they replied in unison, each taking a spot between Nelson and Preston’s legs. Aiden took Nelson’s cock into his mouth, and Alex went for Preston's, both twins working on the shafts with the same dumb, obedient smiles.

Nelson leaned back relaxed, glancing over at Preston, who had that cute, desperate expression he loved seeing whenever Preston got close to cumming. But Nelson was the only one who could decide when anyone here could cum. With a grin, he guided Preston’s face towards his, pulling him in for a deep, sloppy kiss.

Breaking it, he commanded Alex to stop sucking Preston and share his cock with his brother. Alex didn’t hesitate. Nelson moaned as the twins eagerly worshiped his shaft together, their tongues working in unison like two robots in synch, their tongues would often touch each other. Leaning over Preston, Nelson wrapped his mouth around Preston's tip, slowly teasing the slit with his tongue. Preston moaned louder, his muscles tensing, fingers digging into the couch as he teetered on the edge, desperate to finish.

"UUURRRGGHH fuuuuckkkk... please Captain, let me cum! I'm begging you!" Preston cried.

Just as Nelson was about to command everyone to release, something strange happened—the living room suddenly went completely quiet. Looking up, he saw Preston was frozen, his mouth open mid-moan. The twins were also frozen, each with a tongue on his shaft. Behind them, all the frat members were paused, stuck in the middle of their actions, as if time itself had just stopped.

Nelson was starting to freak out when suddenly everyone stood up at once, moving in perfect sync towards the back door, their faces blank, eyes unfocused. Nelson even tried calling out to Preston, but he didn’t respond. No one did. They all marched outside to the pool area, Nelson followed behind confused.

Out by the pool, each guy took a place along the edge, their bare bodies only lit by the moonlit night. The night was freezing, and Nelson shivered with cold, wondering what they were doing. They definitely weren't going to take a swim in this cold water, Nelson thought.

Then, they all looked up.

Nelson did too, and his eyes grew bright as there in the sky were twenty-four tiny blue lights, getting closer and brighter by the second.

The tiny lights turned out to be spaceships of the size of miniatures, each jock raised their hands together towards the sky, allowing the spaceships to land on their hands.

Nelson broke into a grin, feeling relieved—his little friends were finally back.

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A Body Stealer Tale: Perfect Bear Rug

Darius was out for his weekly jog, proudly displaying his muscular and hairy body, when he noticed this weird guy watching him. The man was staring at him, practically eating him up with his eyes, like he’d never seen anything better.

“You’re perfect!” the guy called out with a creepy grin “You’ll make the perfect Daddy bear rug for my living room."

Darius had heard it all before—people complimenting his body, trying to hit on him, whatever. But this? This was new. He stopped in his tracks, turning to the guy with a confused look, trying to make sense of what the guy just said to him.

"I'm not sure if I should put you in the living room near the fireplace or in my room near my bed. Where do you think you would look better?" The man asked.

Darius raised an eyebrow and sneered, he assumed the man had mental health issues. "Ok, weirdo," Darius said, ignoring the man and resuming his jogging. But he only took five steps, when he felt a sharp sting on his arm. He looked at his right arm and saw a dart on it, he pulled it out and looked at it confused.

Then, out of nowhere, Darius started feeling… off. Weak. It was like all his energy had been drained in an instant. His head spun, and he glanced down at his hands, only to see them hanging there all limp, like he’d lost the bones in them or something. His skin looked loose, floppy, like it wasn’t even attached to anything solid underneath.

Before he could even process what was happening, his legs buckled, and he dropped to the ground. He tried to move, but nothing responded. All he could do was stare up at the sky, watching the trees above him.

The stranger's face suddenly filled his vision, that creepy grin still plastered on his face as he stared down at him.

Darius tried to scream, to thrash, to do anything—but he couldn't feel his body. It was as if he didn’t have one anymore, and the only thing left was his mind, though even that didn’t last much longer. His vision slowly dimmed, the world around him fading to black as he felt himself slipping away

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A Body Stealer Tale: A Capture To Remember

When I arrived in Italy, I found out my camera was broken from the travel. Frustrated, I wandered through Italy until I found a small, dusty shop tucked between old buildings. Inside, an elderly shopkeeper offered me an old camera model, calling it "special." I was desperate, so I bought it, not realizing just how “special” this camera would actually be.

I’d only been in Italy for a day when I spotted him—an absolute Adonis. I was just wandering through the cobbled streets of the old town, camera in hand, getting lost in the architecture and the vibes, taking photos of every old building I saw. Suddenly, there he was: this hot Italian guy walking alone past me. I couldn’t resist. I knew it was a little risky, but I raised my new camera to grab a quick shot of him without him noticing.

I mean, I would never see him again after that, so I should as well capture the moment to remember.

But then, the moment I pressed the shutter, there was a flash of bright light. It wasn’t from my camera. It was like a white ball of light bursting out from the man's back and zipping straight into my camera, vanishing without a trace.

And before I could even gasp, his whole body crumpled like a pile of clothes, totally hollowed out. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I mean, there was this whole empty Italian guy lying there on the street—skin, hair, face, everything—but no bones, no organs, nothing inside. Just a bodysuit.

I just stood there, completely dumbfounded, staring at the bodysuit that had been a whole man only seconds before. Luckily, there was no one on the street but me, which honestly was a miracle. My heart was racing, but curiosity got the better of me. I glanced around, making sure I was alone, and slowly crouched down, reaching out to touch the hollowed man's face. It was surreal, it felt smooth, soft, and very real, I mean... it was real. As I caressed his stubble beard and admired his slack empty face, I noticed an opening on his nape. Curious, I pulled his sagging head by the hair and noticed a small opening on his back, it was the exact place where the ball of light had come out of him.

An idea popped into my head—completely insane, but somehow, I knew I had to do it. Before I could second-guess myself, I slipped off my shoes and started undressing right there on the sidewalk. Yeah, risky, but I wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip away.

One leg at a time, I stepped into the suit's open hole, pulling his muscular calves and thighs over my own legs. The fabric—no, the *skin*—wrapped around me like a second layer. I could feel his muscles molding to my shape as I slid my arms into his and finally tugged his handsome face over mine like a mask.

Then… something amazing happened. I could feel the strength of his body taking over, the weight of his muscles filling me up, the opening in his back closing, and even his face settling into place over mine. I wasn’t just wearing him—I *was* him.

I glanced down and saw those fit pecs, those ripped abs, and a big flaccid cock that now belonged to me. The guy was very hung, I thought.

I couldn't help but give my new cock a few strokes. I chuckled at the thought of someone walking and seeing this stud jerking off naked on the street.

But I wasn't in the mood to spend my new hot body in an Italian jail, so I grabbed the man's jeans from the ground and pulled them back up. His wallet fell out of his pocket, so I grabbed it and looked for his ID.

"Luca Moretti, 23 years old," It said.

Well, I guess that's my new name for now, I thought as I put a shirt on.

I grabbed the camera from the ground and looked at the lens, my eyes squinted as I tried to look inside for any sign of life, "Hello? Do you hear me?" I waited for a response and chuckled at how ridiculous I looked talking to a camera. I was about to put it inside my backpack when I heard a distant voice in my head. It was a male voice, and it was screaming in Italian.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo? Non sento più nulla… posso solo vedere attraverso questa maledetta lente! Ma cosa mi è successo? Sono intrappolato qui dentro? Non può essere vero… Aiuto! Qualcuno mi tiri fuori da qui, vi prego!"

I couldn't understand what he was saying—I don't speak Italian! I gazed into the lens, letting a look of gentle compassion soften my new features.

"I'm sorry man, I can't understand what you're saying. But it looks like that's your new home now. Your body is mine and It's going to be so fun being you, I hope you don't have a girlfriend because I'm really going to put this ass to use. But don't worry though, I will make sure you get some company soon."

I put the camera inside my backpack and casually walked away as if I’d always been him. I’d never felt this confident in my life, and proof of that was the huge bulge I proudly displayed in my jeans. This is going to be one unforgettable trip.

Next time, I won't be taking photos of old buildings, but of hot men whose bodies I want to capture.

[lazoaslozoas]

Up To The Brain Floor

As a security officer at a high-end hotel, I spent most of my time sitting in the control room, eyes on the security monitors. The job seemed straightforward, but I had a secret duty too. My employers, so to speak, were an alien species in search of human hosts—and I was there to help them find the perfect bodies.

Like right now, I watched this hot tattooed hunk walk in the elevator, the man was stunningly hot.

The aliens were kind enough to let me pick the host bodies based on my judgment, and this hunk was just perfect host material. I smirked as I pressed a key on the keyboard.

The man didn't notice, but a small hatch opened on the lower part of the wall of the elevator, and a small alien slime crawled out of it. The hunk continued waiting, assuming he was on his way to the parking lot. But the elevator wasn’t going anywhere—I’d frozen it mid-floor the moment he stepped inside.

I would only make the elevator work again once the alien had done his job. I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, I just love this part so much, I thought as I stroked my hard cock. I spotted the slime crawling on the man's shoulder, and then it jumped straight into his ear.

The man flinched, instinctively jabbing a finger into his ear, but it was too late. The creature was already worming its way to his brain.

His body suddenly jerked, slamming against the elevator walls as he struggled to remain standing. He threw his head back, his eyes were rolled back and his face twisted in a silent scream. My own breathing quickened, my hand moving faster on my shaft as I watched the scene, it was like watching porn to me. The man fell to the floor, convulsing as the alien took control.

After several minutes, the man slowly began to rise, as if testing his own limbs. He turned to the mirror, lifting his shirt to reveal those hard abs and massive pecs, running a hand over them like he was seeing himself for the very first time.

Then, he looked straight into the security camera, locking eyes with me through the screen. The corner of his mouth turned up in a grin. He suddenly tugged his waistband down, just enough to free his impressive cock, smirking at the camera as he gave his shaft a few strokes.

With one nod, he signaled he was ready. I pressed a button, and the elevator started working again. I watched the hunk put his cock back into his pants and fix his hair in the mirror. The door finally opened, and he stepped out as if nothing had happened.

I was the only person who knew the truth. I knew he wasn't the same man who had entered that elevator. That man was long gone and an alien was now in control, and I had the video of the moment it happened saved on my computer.

I looked down at my hands and saw they were covered in cum. For that occasion, I already had a tissue box on the table. After cleaning my hand, I titled the footage "The Tatted Hunk" and added it to a folder filled with other videos.

Alongside it, I had "The Jersey-Bound Jock," "The Fresh-Faced Gym Rat," "The Burly Man With A Beard," and "The Blond Stud In A Suit" Each one showed the exact moment they ceased to be human to become a host, and now, I had "The Tatted Hunk" added to my collection.

I just can't wait for the next hunk to walk into the elevator.

[lazoaslozoas]

This is the original post by @mindmelter

I think the tatted hunk knew how much I went nuts for him because he literally brought a friend along just a couple hours after the alien slithered into him with my help. This friend is similarly built with the tatted hunk (dare I say bigger) and he seemed to be more of a rugged, non-Caucasian version

This friend's takeover only happened hours after they walked out from the elevator and do God knows what in the tatted hunk's room. This time, the friend entered the elevator all alone as the time shown that it's almost sunrise. Judging from his look, he seemed to be heading to the gym and clearly they fucked the night before. I press the button to release yet another alien, and he seems to be too deep in his own thinking until it's too late as the alien already shot itself to his ear when he realized from his peripheral vision that something is lurking near him. He thrashed around wildly, a common occurence I already used to see for the past few months which indicate that the alien is on the process of covering the entirety of the human brain with its slimy self, and I obviously fished out my cock from my uniform while enjoying the sight.

After all the usual moves of physique check coupled with a quick self-worship, the alien then surprised me with his request

"Open up the access to your office, human. I want to meet you directly,"

"Okay, why?"

"We didn't employ you to ask question, human. Just do it,"

I have zero idea what is up with this particular one, but if it's like the encounter that happened during the early weeks I started this whole arrangement with them, well I expect him to fuck the shit out of my mouth, which I don't really mind if I have to be honest, but judging from the time, this is quite a risky move as the next shift is about to start in 40 minutes.

But I eventually let him walk into the control room since I'm not going to mess around with a slimy extraterrestrial being that can make my brain obsolete and practically turned me into a meat puppet. Once inside, he told me to open up the folder filled with all the video I have of all the takeover. I gulped before asking him

"Why?"

"How many times do I need to remind you that we don't employ you to ask questions, human. Just open the folder," As I double-click the folder and revealed the 68 videos of the takeover, he grinned at me

"Let's make video 69, shall we?" He double-clicked the video titled "The Three Musk-eeters" which I vividly remembered to showcase three gym junkie that just finished their late preparation for some sort of worldwide bodybuilding competition taken over by one slime that managed to split itself into 3 and made the three into a closely-coordinated unit that operates in group.

The video played while the tatted hunk draped his muscular arm over my shoulder and rested his chin on top of my head while his hand fondled my cock. "Sir, why are we doing this now? This is almost the end of my shift, what if the next shift walks in to us doing all this?"

"Well, you can always use a helping hand, don't you think? Oh fuck, look at them going at the blond's dick, how long you held that elevator LOL?"

"T---ten minaaaggghh---minutes,"

"Seems like you won't last that long if I keep this up, next video!" He stopped jacking off my cock, but not before he tugged at it very quickly I started to leak pre. Then, with that slick sweaty and slightly coated hands of his, he handily used the mouse to click on another video randomly. It opens the one titled "Gun-totting Russian" as he then moved away from his previous position and instead kneeling to then expertly swallowed the entirety of my 5.5 incher hardening cock.

All the crazy head action happened while my eyes fixated on the screen that shows how the big Russian dude, Maksim, managed to grab the slime and tossed it right before it shot itself to his ear canal. Then, he swiftly shot at the slime and split it into two, thinking that he just killed some sort of weird abomination or something. He then squatted, his big mistake, to check on what kind of shit that just attacked him but before he could thoroughly check it, the two slimes leapt from the floor right to his mouth and ear. He screamed to no avail as he flailed on the floor, all 240 pounds of his muscle jerked uncontrollably as the alien started its violent takeover of his massive body. The video successfully pushed my cock to reach its full mast at almost 6 inches and I can feel that I'm so close to shoot my load before the tatted dude stop the head action

"Ohhh.......judging from the file name and the sound made, it must be Maksim Alimov," he said to me while still placing himself in between my legs with his mouth hovering right in front of my cock and his nose exhaling warm air right to my tip, "Big catch, don't you think? Probably the most notorious one among the other 68. Must be crazy hot to think that such a ruthless mob boss on the run like Alimov there is merely a dumb muscle puppet *slow lick around my tip* controlled by my kind, all thanks to a lowly security *gentle flick of his tongue right on my piss slit* like you," he finished his sentence right when I eventually shoot the warm geyser all over his face.

He chuckled at the sudden eruption and in a shocking display of his puppet's physical advantage, his long tongue cleanly lapped the surrounding of his lips, chin and even the tip of his pointy nose. He then grabbed my day-old underwear and use it as if it's some kind of cloth to clean the rest of his face before tossing it back to me

"Well, that's video 69 for ya. No takeover but I bet it will be your favorite from now on because why on Earth a straight, macho tatted hunk like me willingly kneel and then eat your cum unless I'm just a brainless human with no free will whatsoever, right?"

I nodded in embarassment as his statement managed to make my softening cock hardened once more

"Fuck, you're one horny guy. Hmm too bad it's 5:47 now, clean yourself up quickly before your shift replacement comes. I'll see you later and keep up the good work, security man," he said as he quickly dashed out to the parking lot, probably roleplaying as the tatted hunk driving his sports car to do his morning gym routine.

As I finished dressing up, saving the recording of this very room from the time he came until he left just now and replaced it with fake recording of me just sat in silence, the time on the screen shows 5:52, and a fit-looking daddy just entered the elevator to come down for his breakfast.

Noting the usual time needed for takeover and how my friend Juan usually came a bit late around 6:03 to 6:05, I pressed the button to recruit this daddy to the collective. I'm this close to press the button once the daddy walked out from the elevator to have his breakfast in the hotel restaurant and a shirtless buzz blond stud walked into the elevator. But, it's 5:58 and I'm not about to risk Juan to witness what I'm up to, so I just sighed and prepare myself to leave for the day. Next time you'll not be so lucky, stud.

[lazoaslozoas]

A Neighbor With An Alien Secret

"When are you going to finish the report? It's taking foreveeeer. His wife and kids will be back soon from church!" I complain to Matthew, my hot, muscular neighbor who is focused on writing the monthly report for his kind.

I’m lying on Matt’s bed, bored as I waited for him. Earlier this morning, as soon as I saw Matt’s wife leaving with their kids for church, I didn’t waste a moment—I knocked on Matt’s door and walked right in.

"Be patient, I'm almost done. I need to put in the report every tiny detail about my experience of living as Matt for the past month. This is very important, you know that." He says while still writing.

I stand up and walk towards him. I am completely naked—there's no need to wear clothes around Matt anymore. Standing behind him, I start to gently massage his large, broad shoulders.

"You're not going to tell them about me right?" I ask teasingly, running my hands down to his huge pecs and squeezing them. My fingers quickly find his nipples, and I play with them, making Matt stop typing and let out a deep, baritone moan.

"Of course not. If they find out, they will exterminate both of us. You for knowing too much, and me for letting a human know about our kind."

I look at the small hole at the top of Matt's shaved head, it is no larger than the diameter of a pencil. I then kiss Matt's neck and whisper in his ear to stand up. He obeys and looks at me, confused. Taking his place on the chair, I spread my legs, displaying my hard throbbing cock, and smirk at him. "C'mon, sit on my cock. This way I get to fuck you while you still finish your dumb report."

A grin forms on Matt's lips, and he slowly pulls down his yellow shorts, his thick and soft cock is now hanging between his legs, but that's not why I came here.

He turns around and slowly sits down on my cock, his muscular ass swallows my cock until I am fully inside of him. We both let out a loud, shared moan.

"Unghh... ahhh... Fuck, it feels so good. I don't understand why Matt never used his ass to feel pleasure before." Matt says as he presses his ass against my crotch, careful not to crush me under his weight.

"Matt was the straightest guy I've ever known, he would rather be dead than to be fucked by another man. Gladly, you know how to use his muscles better than him, especially the muscles in his ass," I gave his ass a hard slap and he started bouncing harder. He fucked himself on my cock as his manly hands typed on the keyboard at an inhumane pace.

"Can you read the report to me, please? I'm curious to know what you wrote about Matt," I ask between moans. Matt obeys and starts reading his report.

"Host integration has been highly successful. The capsule was inserted in the vessel's brain and I'm now fully in control of Matthew Grayson, a 32-year-old human male residing in suburban North America. Grayson’s wife, Emily, and their two children remain unaware of the takeover. No one knows that the real Matthew is gone and that his body is just a lifeless meat puppet controlled by an extraterrestrial creature. As per protocol, I've been studying his daily routines, habits, and interpersonal relationships..."

As he continued reading the report, my mind went back to when everything started a month ago.

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Matt was your typical douchbag of a neighbor, he was a religious alpha male with a wife and four kids, and with very conservative beliefs. So of course he hated having me—a gay guy—as his neighbor, and he would be proud to always let me know that. He would give me intimidating looks whenever he saw me looking toward him, or exaggerated whispers to his wife as I passed by, Matt had made it his personal mission to remind me that I didn’t belong there.

One day, after coming back from church, Matt went to his porch to smoke since his wife wouldn't allow him to smoke inside the house.

I was carefully watching him smoke from my window, trying my best to keep myself unnoticed, the last thing I wanted was for him to find out I liked to spy on him from my window. He looked so good with his broad, muscular build accentuated by the snug fit of his vintage-style shirt and tight brown pants. His huge, bulging arms flexed as he lit the cigar. I loved the way his tailored trousers hugged his thick thighs and firm ass.

You know a man is a real alpha when they act like one even when they don't know they're being watched.

His confident posture exuded a raw masculinity that made it impossible not to feel intimidated. Every detail, from the way he held the lighter to the casual way he took his first puff, made him look effortlessly commanding. I started wondering how hot it would be to watch him use those strong arms to jerk off, how it must feel to fuck him, to have him moaning like a slut... I was brought back to reality when I saw a small object hovering over Matt.

It was a UFO!

Was I really back to reality or was I still fantasizing? I asked myself in disbelief. Matt was too busy smoking to notice the small spaceship hovering over him. I thought about opening the window and warning him, but something stopped me; why should I? I asked myself and couldn't find any reason. So I decided to just see what happened next.

Suddenly a ray of light shot out from under the UFO and pierced straight into Matt’s head. He immediately froze and I saw something small inside the light traveling down from the ship to Matt's head, it was small and fast like a bullet. The light then vanished as quickly as it appeared and the small spaceship flew away, disappearing into the sky.

I had no idea what I had witnessed, but I knew it did something to Matt, because the cigar fell from his mouth, his muscular arms dropped limply to his side and his head dropped forward right after. He just stood there like he fell asleep while standing.

And was that smoke coming out of his head? I had so many questions.

Suddenly, Matt stirred awake, his head moved with a stiff, mechanical precision as he scanned his surroundings. Then, his eyes locked onto mine. Panic shot through me, and I ducked beneath the window.

Damn it, he saw me! I thought, my heart started pounding, I knew I was in danger. A few minutes later, I heard someone knocking on my door, actually, knocking was a kind word, he was practically pounding on it. When I opened it, Matt forced himself inside and closed the door behind him, he roughly pinned me against the wall with only one hand on my neck.

"So you were spying on me? What did you saw you fucker?" He asked with a calm, yet Intimidating voice. His grip tightened, and as he pressed me against the wall, I was able to see the top of Matt's head, there was a small fresh hole in it.

"I know you're not Matt anymore. I won't tell anyone! I promise!" I managed to say.

Matt's expression softened, and he loosened his grip, allowing me to fall to the floor. He stood over me, gazing down with a contemplative expression. "The protocol says I should exterminate you."

I gulped and looked at him with scared eyes. Waiting and hoping there was going to be a "but" soon.

"But I won't do that."

I sighed in relief. Matt then grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me back on my feet.

He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me and started to unzip my pants. "I'm willing to buy your silence," the alien said in Matt's deep voice, "I've been studying Matt for the past month, and as I observed and learned everything about him, I also had to learn about everyone in Matt's life, and that includes you. I've been watching from afar how bad Matt treated you for the sole fact of you being a same-sex attracted human," he then took out my hard cock and started to stroke it. Feeling Matt's calloused manly hand wrapping around my shaft felt like heaven. "Since when I chose Matthew as my vessel, I had to learn his personality, his habits and behavior, I had to learn his homophobic beliefs... it just didn't feel right, I didn't want to replicate his bad behavior, but I was ordered by my superiors to mimic the vessel's every personality trait down to the core, so I would have to keep doing to you what Matthew always did. Today was finally the day of the takeover, to make him my vessel," he then looked up at me and chuckled, "But I didn’t expect you to be spying on Matt from your window, though I'm not surprised you did, it makes sense why a gay human like you would feel attracted to a body like this," He double flexed his biceps in a cocky manner, "This changes everything now. I know you want to feel Matthew's mouth wrapped around your cock, to see him submit to you. You can have all that right now, all you have to do is keep your mouth shut."

The sight of Matthew—my once-arrogant, homophobic neighbor—kneeling before me and stroking me, was surreal. He didn't give me time to answer, his strong hands grasped me firmly, and his lips parted as he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. The first touch of his warm, wet mouth made my legs tremble, and I had to steady myself against the wall.

But I don't know if it was because it was Matt's first time sucking cock, or the alien just had no idea of what he was doing, but the blowjob was far from enjoyable.

Matt took my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me. Noticing my face, he said, "Sorry, I don't know how to give a proper blowjob. I still haven't learned this human practice. I thought that with Matt as my vessel, there was no use learning about that."

"It's fine, you can just use Matt's tongue."

"I have an idea. Put the tip of your index finger in Matt's hole."

"Matt's hole? You mean his asshole?"

"No, I mean the entrance hole in his head," Matt said, pointing at it.

I looked apprehensive, but I did what I was told and inserted the tip of my finger in the head hole.

"Now think of blowjobs, like all the blowjobs you've ever done or watched."

I did what he told me and started to think of every blowjob that I'd done, as well as the ones I've watched. Matt's eyes immediately rolled back and his head moved, taking my cock back in his mouth. The tip of my finger was still inside the hole.

The alien now clearly knew what he was doing, guiding Matt’s head with expert precision. His tongue flicked and swirled, drawing shaky breaths from me as he worked like an expert. It was like I was controlling his tongue with my thoughts.

As he took me deeper, his once-mocking eyes now rolled back like he was feeling pleasure, but I knew that was not the real reason. I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me, my hands grabbed his shaved head, “Fuck... Matt, you're such a good cocksucker! You're doing exactly how It's in my head! Mmmhhfh... It's like I'm controlling you!”

Matt responded with a muffled hum, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His hands gripped my ass firmly, keeping me steady as he worked me relentlessly, his mouth was so hot and eager. With my free hand, I grabbed the back of Matt's head and I started to face fuck him real hard, and as I reached my peak, I buried his face in my crotch and came down his throat. "Mmhh... ohh... y-yes... This is what... Unghh... you deserve you asshole!" I moaned.

My finger finally unplugged the hole, and his eyes went back to normal. Matt then pulled back slowly, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What was that?" I asked breathlessly.

"I gave you momentary access to Matt's brain, I turned off his brain and connected his body to your brain instead. So, do we have a deal?"

"Your secret is safe with me, as long as you let me enjoy Matt's body."

Matt snickered, "Good, humans are so easy."

The next morning, I looked out of my window and saw Matt smoking on his porch like he always did. This time he was shirtless and wearing a cap to hide the hole in his head.

"Good morning, Matt," I said out loud. I wasn't afraid of him seeing me anymore.

Matt looked at my direction and exhaled a puff of smoke. Gosh, the alien really did a good job at impersonating Matt's cocky mannerisms. With the cigar still in his mouth, Matt unzipped his pants and took out his huge, long cock. As he held the cigar with his left hand, he stroked his shaft with the other.

I was also jerking off behind the window, watching my hot muscular straight neighbor jerking off his massive cock all for me to enjoy.

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Matt is still fucking himself on my cock, having just sent the report to his superiors, he was now completely focused on the task at hand, or better, on the ass, “Get on all fours on the bed,” I finally tell him.

He obeys immediately, standing up and getting on all fours on the bed like he’s done this a hundred times before. His ass is right there, big, muscular, and begging for attention under those tight yellow shorts. He then tilts his head back, exposing the hole in his head.

“Please, I need you to use me like your slut, sir! Plug my headhole with your finger, and my asshole with your cock!"

I almost laugh at how far this guy has fallen. Who am I to say no? I climb up behind him, sliding my hands over his thick hips, those shorts barely containing his ass. One tug, and they’re gone. I insert myself back inside him, making Matt moan in pleasure. He starts moving his ass back and forth, but I stop him with a hard slap, making him whimper. "Stop moving, that's not how I like It!" I grunt.

"Sorry, sir!"

With a wide grin, I insert the tip of my finger in his head hole, when I'm sure we're connected, I start to think of all the gay bottoms that I've watched before, how they acted and performed in those videos. For a long time I've watched those videos fantasizing about Matt being in their place, and now I have the opportunity to live my fantasies.

Matt's eyes roll back as images of gay men being fucked like sluts invade his mind. Moments later, Matt is fucking himself with passion, mimicking my horny thoughts.

"Moan for me, Matt!" I say, thrusting into him harder. He moans so loudly that I almost worry about the neighbors, but then I remember—my only homophobic neighbor is now nothing more than an alien-controlled puppet. There's nothing to worry about.

I sent a thought for him to release as soon as I came inside him. I couldn't ask for a better neighbor.

[lazoaslozoas]

Step By Step

"Thank you for setting me free," All football players said in perfect unison, their deep voices in perfect synch like in a choir. "Thank you for finding me these hosts. I will forever be grateful to you."

I looked up at the line of jocks, all stacked up on the stairs, shirtless and ripped, their muscles were covered in sweat after an intense football practice. They stared down at me with adoring eyes.

I still couldn’t believe what was happening.

Infecting the football team water system with that slimy alien substance I found inside a capsule at an abandoned building? Genius move. Now, all these arrogant, straight jocks are mere hosts for the alien slime—every single one of them.

The alien is a Hivemind parasite, capable of seamlessly infiltrating and controlling multiple human bodies at once. A single drop of the slime is enough for the alien to turn a brain into goo.

I grinned at them, "You’re welcome. Now… It's time to show me how grateful you really are. Don't you think? I'm not trying to rub it in, but if it weren't for me, you'd still be stuck inside that abandoned lab."

"I appreciate your help. Please, come enjoy your reward!" The football players flexed their biceps at the same time.

I took a step onto the front line of hot jocks. Their eyes were empty, dead, but their bodies? Perfect and ready to be enjoyed by the nerd they never even knew existed. My hand reached out, running over the hard, thick pecs of the football player on the far right. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick his sweaty body, tasting the salt on his hard muscles.

"That's great, keep tasting my muscles, You’ve earned this, dude!" This time only the jock I was worshiping spoke.

I grabbed his bulge and was disappointed to feel he was soft. "Can you make them all hard, please?"

"Your wish is my command!" They all said this time. In seconds I felt the jock's cock growing in my grip.

I then focused on the hunky black jock on his side. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his neck, then trailed kisses down his chest, tasting the salt on his skin, breathing in his manly musk. He didn't move, just stood there, letting me explore his dark nipples with my tongue.

"That's right, enjoy my nipples, you deserve it champ!"

I smirked and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed our bodies together, kissing him deeply, his lips warm and soft against mine. My hand then slid down his pants, feeling the thick shaft in his shorts. He stood still, letting me take my time to enjoy every inch of him.

After I finished making out with the stud, I went to the head-shaved jock on his side and did the same to him, and then to the next...

After I was done with the first line, I took one step up the stairs. I was now at eye level with a new set of thick, bulging pecs. I focused on a pale blond jock and started to kiss him passionately. I felt his hands on my ass, and his hard cock pocking my crotch.

I kept switching. Jock by jock. Step by step. Squeezing my lean small body between those huge and sweaty muscles. Every new step brought another line of hot, hard bodies, and I would touch, feel, and taste each one of them. My hands explored every muscle, my mouth tasted all their sweat, and my nose smelled their musky armpits.

The alien didn't just make them stand there. The jocks would kiss me and even hug me from behind, like they were fighting for my attention. They pressed their hard cocks against my ass while whispering sweet compliments in my ear, thanking me and saying things I never thought I'd hear from the mouths of such hot, straight jocks.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was breathless and my mouth was hurting, but I still was just as horny as when I was at the bottom of the stairs.

"Let's go to the locker room. A successful takeover like this deserves a big gay orgy as a celebration!" I said. They all cheered and started chanting my name like I was their savior. Two muscular jocks lifted me on their shoulders and carried me to the locker room.

[lazoaslozoas]

A Body Stealer Tale: Hollowed, Washed and Dried

Sometimes, you're not even looking for a new bodysuit, but the opportunity just *falls* into your lap. It's like the bodysuit is hunting you down instead, teasing you with its sexy, hunky physique.

I was just walking to the laundromat when I spotted him—an absolute hot hunk—putting his clothes into the washing machine. He was wearing these tight orange shorts, and when he bent over, his huge ass just *popped* out. Like, seriously, I couldn’t look away.

He had no clue what kind of attention he was drawing. Poor guy was just trying to get himself some clean clothes. But, honestly? I didn’t care.

Unlike him, I would get myself more than just some clean clothes today. I reached into my bag and pulled out the syringe—I always carry one with me, just in case. With a quick move, I jabbed the needle into the hunk’s ass. He shouted, but the bodysuit serum worked fast. The effect was nearly instant.

Before he could even react, I pushed him forward, shoving him head-first into the washing machine entrance. He tried to fight me, but it was too late. He was already half hollowed. He stood no chance.

Shoving such a massive guy into a washing machine wasn’t an easy task, but with every second, he seemed to deflate. It got easier. His upper body was already inside, so I pushed him by his ass. I confess that I couldn't hold myself and took a few squeezes of that ass. Unfortunately, it was deflated by then, there was barely anything left to squeeze at.

When his white socket feet were the last thing left to shove in, I pushed them inside, then grabbed my laundry basket—full of dirty clothes and used underwear—and threw it in on top of the bodysuit.

I then pressed the button to start the cycle. The washing machine roared to life, and I watched as the bodysuit—along with my dirty clothes—spun in the drum. I could see his slacked face mask swirling against the glass door, it was both creepy and funny at the same time.

Just then, an old lady walked into the laundromat and I immediately got myself in front of the machine to not give the old lady a heart attack. I then waited for my clothes—and my soon-to-be body—to get cleaned and dried.

When the cycle finished, and I was sure no one was watching, I pulled the hunky bodysuit out of the machine—It was shining and smelling of soap—I folded it up to fit into my laundry basket, then threw my clean clothes on top to cover it. The basket was heavy, but nothing I couldn't handle.

As I walked back to my place, I couldn’t wait to slip into my new body, take it out for a spin—and make good use of that ass. There was a gay pub nearby, and that ass was definitely going to turn some heads, just like it did with mine.

[lazoaslozoas]

Hollow Justice

It all started when I was passing by a group of logistic workers during my lunch break from the office. They were loud, obnoxious, and unfortunately, also ridiculously hot.

Our office received a new shipment of supplies that day, so the logistics team was busy unloading the deliveries into the warehouse.

One of them—a tall, Brazilian, bearded guy in a reflective vest—caught my eye immediately. But then I heard them mocking a young, shy, office guy who had just walked past. Their words hit like knives, and the shy guy’s face turned red as he quickened his pace.

I knew him from work. We never spoke to each other because we were from different departments, but he seemed like a nice guy.

"Look at that white collar faggot, even his walk is gay" The bearded logistic worker mocked while loading a heavy box into the cart.

"I think he was looking at your ass dude!" His coworker laughed.

"I will teach him to keep his eyes to himself next time!"

Something in me snapped. I wasn’t just going to let that slide. So, I followed the shy guy and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual but flirty. “I think you’re cute. Can I get your number?”

He blinked at me, wide-eyed, as if I’d just asked him to marry me. “Me?” he asked, almost like he didn’t believe it.

“Yes, you,” I said, smiling. He hesitated, but after a second, he pulled out his phone and we shared numbers. He looked so surprised like no one had ever hit on him before, and honestly, that just made me angrier at those jerks.

Number secured, I turned on my heels and went back to the group of homophobic workers. They were still laughing, still making my blood boil. I focused on the Brazilian guy—he was the worst of the bunch. Lucky for me, he broke off from the group and headed into the bathroom. Perfect.

I followed him in, keeping quiet as he used the urinals. Once the coast was clear, I made my move. From my pocket, I pulled out a syringe filled with my special bodysuit serum. As he turned to wash his hands, I jabbed it right into his neck. He gasped, and his body started to convulse as the serum took effect. Within seconds, he was deflating on the floor, his muscles, skin, and bones disintegrating away until all that was left was an empty husk—that handsome and tall blue collar worker turned into nothing more than a hollow bodysuit.

I dragged the limp bodysuit into the stall and took a moment to admire it. I lifted his head by the hair. His head was stretched down by the weight of his beard, making him slack-jawed, and his eyes were now just empty holes.

"Not so smug now, are you? I will show you who is a faggot," I mocked him.

I stepped into the suit, feeling his skin stretch and seal around me like a suit. Within seconds, I was him. His voice, his scent, his muscles—they were all mine.

I pulled out my phone, snapped a quick mirror selfie, and sent it to the shy guy's number with a message: *“I’m sorry for being such a prick to you earlier. I only act like that in front of my friends because I’m a closeted gay guy. Can't let them know I'm just a cock hungry whore. Please come and meet me in the bathroom. I will let you fuck my ass as an apology.”*

Then, I waited. As I waited sitting in the toilet, I played with my new thick, hard, brown cock. I would stroke it, and sometimes slap it, watching it bounce. I wondered about how many times he used it to fuck women, probably a lot... I then grabbed his ID badge that was on his neck.

Name: Thiago Henrique da Silva / Date of Birth: March 15, 1998 / Age: 26 / License Class: Class A (Allows him to operate heavy machinery)

I chuckled and then went back to play with Thiago's thick cock. After half an hour, I was starting to wonder if the guy would really show up when I heard the bathroom door creak open. I peeked through the stall door and saw him—nervous but intrigued. I opened the door and called him in.

He hesitated for a second, but the bulge in his pants said everything I needed to know. He slowly stepped in and locked the door. I could tell he was still not sure if the logistic worker was serious or if he was just about to prank him. I needed to show him that there was nothing for him to worry about.

So I kneeled in front of him and pulled down his pants. His hard throbbing cock sprang free and I wrapped the shaft with the worker's big calloused hand. I slapped his cock against Thiago's handsome face and winked at him in a flirty way. His face was priceless, he was shocked that a hot manly stud like Thiago was acting like a slut. I soon wrapped my new thick lips around his shaft and gave him a blowjob that would make him remember it for the rest of his life.

I suddenly felt his hands around my head and he started to facefuck me roughly, so rough that the mask started to slip off. Thiago's face became misplaced over my real face. It was a sight that would make the gay office worker run away and have nightmares forever.

Luckily, he had his eyes closed at the time, so I quickly fixed the bodysuit's mask, placing it where it should be.

After blowing him for some time, I stood up and pulled down my uniform pants, offering him Thiago's tight ass to fuck. It wasn't my first time being fucked, but the man I was wearing was still a virgin, so the office guy had to take some time to loosen the bodysuit's asshole. Once he was sure it was loose enough, he fucked Thiago like he was his personal bitch.

The boy might not be the best looking, but he sure knew how to fuck.

And me? I moaned, grunted, and played the part of the closeted homophobic blue-collar worker who couldn’t get enough of cock. When it was over and he finished inside me, he straightened his clothes, kissed me, and whispered, “That was amazing. I forgive you,” Then, he left, looking happier than ever.

As for the bodysuit, I didn’t need it anymore. I pulled it off and threw it into the toilet. I then grabbed a new syringe, injected the bodysuit with it, and watched as what was left of Thiago dissolved into black goo. I flushed the goo down the toilet and threw his uniform in the trash bin, but kept his ID badge for some reason...

I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom with a smirk on my face, just as my lunch break was ending—justice had been served on my plate.