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[possessionsyeahman]

The Lead Barista

I’d been at the coffee shop for barely a week when I became obsessed with Jake, the lead barista. His cocky grin, tattoos curling up his arms, and those massive biceps he flexed for everyone—customers, coworkers, anyone who’d look—drove me wild. As a shy nerd, I just wanted to grind beans and pull shots, not lust after some blonde jock god acting like he owned the place. But when his tight black polo strained over his pecs, my hands shook steaming milk. I didn’t just want him—I wanted to be him. His confidence, his body, his life. I wanted all of it to be mine.

I found the answer on a dark web occult forum: a body suit potion. One sip, and the drinker’s essence would collapse, leaving their skin as a wearable husk. Stealing Jake’s identity sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching at the thought. I spent days sourcing rare herbs and a vial of something reeking of death, mixing them into a syrupy concentrate. Risky, but the idea of slipping into Jake’s skin made my heart pound.

That morning, I swirled the concentrate into a specialty latte. “Hey, Jake,” I called, voice steady despite the adrenaline. “Made something special. Wanna try it?”

He smirked, all swagger, and snatched the cup. “Tryna impress me, nerd?” he teased, blue eyes glinting. He downed a long sip, unaware of the foam’s faint shimmer. “Not bad,” he said, wiping his mouth. Then his face twitched, confusion flickering. “Fuck, I need a sec.” He bolted for the bathroom, clutching his stomach.

I followed, locking the door behind us. Jake was hunched over the sink, gripping it hard, breaths ragged. “What the fuck…” he gasped, voice fading as his body convulsed. His skin sagged, loosening like a deflated costume. His massive frame collapsed into a glistening heap—a perfect, empty husk of Jake, tattoos stark against lifeless skin.

Trembling, I stripped naked. The suit was warm, slick, smelling of coffee and Jake’s musky gym scent. I stepped into the legs, pulling the skin over my skinny frame. My small, nerdy cock slid into his thick, jock sausage, filling the sleeve as it stretched, transforming into a heavy, girthy rocket that pulsed with power. The suit molded to me, tattoos aligning perfectly. I tugged it over my shoulders, Jake’s pecs becoming mine, firm and heavy. His biceps, the ones I’d drooled over, bulged as I flexed, the sensation raw and intoxicating. Finally, I pulled his face over mine, his square jaw snapping into place, my lips curling into his cocky smirk.

In the mirror, Jake stared back. I ran my hands over my new chest, hard muscle rippling under my touch. His scent—coffee, sweat, pure Jake—clung to me. I pulled on his discarded black polo, the fabric tight against my stolen pecs, then slipped into his boxer briefs, his thick straight boy cock straining the fabric. I zipped up his black work pants, the obscene bulge screaming Jake. Flexing again, I nearly came, the raw power of his body overwhelming. But Jake was never late from a break.

I tied on his apron, still warm, and strode out, his confident gait second nature. His memories flooded in—all his specialty coffee drink recipes, his favorite customers’ names, his workout routines, every basic straight girl he’d fucked with that monster cock. Jake was straight, but now, with me, a gay nerd, in control, this body would fuck any guy I wanted. His chiseled frame and cocky charm were mine to wield, ready to pull any man I desired into my bed with these powerful new biceps of mine.

Sarah, one of our coworkers who had completely acted like I didn’t exist before, raised an eyebrow. “What took you so long, Jake? Checking out those big muscles again?”

I flashed his grin, leaning close. “Can’t help it, Sarah. When you look this good, the mirror’s your best friend.” I winked, giving her a firm pat on the back, pure Jake. Her flirty laugh confirmed I’d nailed it. Fucking clueless bitch—she didn’t suspect a thing. So this is what it’s like being the hot guy? Everyone laughing at your jokes, acting like you’re a god? Shit, being Jake was going to be a fucking cakewalk.

“Hey, where’s the nerdy kid?” she asked, glancing around. “Thought I saw him follow you into the bathroom. That guy’s so weird.”

I shrugged, Jake’s carefree vibe effortless. “Dunno. Guess he bailed. Yeah, total weirdo.”

Inside, I was electric. I’d stolen Jake’s body, his life, his everything—no one suspected a thing. The thrill of pulling it off, of wearing his skin like a prize, made my new cock throb. This was my life now—Jake’s confidence, his body, his world. All mine, forever.

[possessionsyeahman]

The Lead Barista: Part 2

Read Part 1

I powered through Jake’s full shift, pulling espresso shots and flashing his cocky grin like I’d been him forever. Every latte art swirl, every flirty wink to a customer, pulled straight from his memories. Not a single fuck-up. As the shop shutters dropped, his routine hit me: gym time. Dude was a nutcase, hitting the gym before and after work some days, but that was my life now—a muscle-bound jock slinging coffee to pay the bills, hitting the gym just about any time else.

And holy fuck, I was eating it up.

At the gym, I crushed Jake’s elite routine: heavy squats, deadlifts, bench presses, it all came second nature. The suit never slipped once, stretching and flexing perfectly over my frame, molding to every pump and strain.

As I breezed through his entire workout, I pushed harder than the real Jake ever did. He was cocky and narcissistic, but always played it off with that too-cool, “just joking” vibe, knowing his hotness was lethal and humor softened the blow. Me? I had no chill. I strutted around, shirt off, sweat gleaming on my stolen tattoos, showing off every inch of this flawless Jake suit. Guys stared, their eyes hungry; girls stared too, Jake’s usual gym bimbo hookups shooting confused glances, wondering why I acted like they didn’t exist today. If only they knew this “straight” boy Jake was under a gay nerd’s control. I fucking loved it, my new cock twitching in his briefs.

The locker room was the best part. I snapped selfies, flexing in the mirror, watching my thick jock sausage bulge obscenely in his briefs. For the first time, I loved what I saw, every inch of this stolen body, and I couldn’t stop staring. One of Jake’s regular gym bros caught me, but I didn’t hold back.

“Damn, bro, you’re really loving that mirror today, huh?” I flashed his grin back, pure cocky Jake. “Just documenting the gains, bro.” He laughed it off, but I caught his eyes lingering on my stolen body. He was jealous of what I had, and I couldn’t blame him. What he didn’t know was I hadn’t worked for these muscles, I’d stolen them. Now all of Jake’s hard work was mine to claim. I was rock-hard again, the thrill almost pushing me over the edge. But I stopped myself, no cumming yet. I wanted to get home first, to savor it.

Not my pathetic Upper West Side depression den, with its peeling paint and empty takeout containers. Jake’s place was waiting: a cramped Bushwick walk-up, shared with two gym-bro roommates. Cheap rent, perfect for a barista-bodybuilder hustling on tips and protein shakes. I headed there, my new cock throbbing with anticipation, ready to dive deeper into this stolen life.

[possessionsyeahman]

The Lead Barista

I’d been at the coffee shop for barely a week when I became obsessed with Jake, the lead barista. His cocky grin, tattoos curling up his arms, and those massive biceps he flexed for everyone—customers, coworkers, anyone who’d look—drove me wild. As a shy nerd, I just wanted to grind beans and pull shots, not lust after some blonde jock god acting like he owned the place. But when his tight black polo strained over his pecs, my hands shook steaming milk. I didn’t just want him—I wanted to be him. His confidence, his body, his life. I wanted all of it to be mine.

I found the answer on a dark web occult forum: a body suit potion. One sip, and the drinker’s essence would collapse, leaving their skin as a wearable husk. Stealing Jake’s identity sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching at the thought. I spent days sourcing rare herbs and a vial of something reeking of death, mixing them into a syrupy concentrate. Risky, but the idea of slipping into Jake’s skin made my heart pound.

That morning, I swirled the concentrate into a specialty latte. “Hey, Jake,” I called, voice steady despite the adrenaline. “Made something special. Wanna try it?”

He smirked, all swagger, and snatched the cup. “Tryna impress me, nerd?” he teased, blue eyes glinting. He downed a long sip, unaware of the foam’s faint shimmer. “Not bad,” he said, wiping his mouth. Then his face twitched, confusion flickering. “Fuck, I need a sec.” He bolted for the bathroom, clutching his stomach.

I followed, locking the door behind us. Jake was hunched over the sink, gripping it hard, breaths ragged. “What the fuck…” he gasped, voice fading as his body convulsed. His skin sagged, loosening like a deflated costume. His massive frame collapsed into a glistening heap—a perfect, empty husk of Jake, tattoos stark against lifeless skin.

Trembling, I stripped naked. The suit was warm, slick, smelling of coffee and Jake’s musky gym scent. I stepped into the legs, pulling the skin over my skinny frame. My small, nerdy cock slid into his thick, jock sausage, filling the sleeve as it stretched, transforming into a heavy, girthy rocket that pulsed with power. The suit molded to me, tattoos aligning perfectly. I tugged it over my shoulders, Jake’s pecs becoming mine, firm and heavy. His biceps, the ones I’d drooled over, bulged as I flexed, the sensation raw and intoxicating. Finally, I pulled his face over mine, his square jaw snapping into place, my lips curling into his cocky smirk.

In the mirror, Jake stared back. I ran my hands over my new chest, hard muscle rippling under my touch. His scent—coffee, sweat, pure Jake—clung to me. I pulled on his discarded black polo, the fabric tight against my stolen pecs, then slipped into his boxer briefs, his thick straight boy cock straining the fabric. I zipped up his black work pants, the obscene bulge screaming Jake. Flexing again, I nearly came, the raw power of his body overwhelming. But Jake was never late from a break.

I tied on his apron, still warm, and strode out, his confident gait second nature. His memories flooded in—all his specialty coffee drink recipes, his favorite customers’ names, his workout routines, every basic straight girl he’d fucked with that monster cock. Jake was straight, but now, with me, a gay nerd, in control, this body would fuck any guy I wanted. His chiseled frame and cocky charm were mine to wield, ready to pull any man I desired into my bed with these powerful new biceps of mine.

Sarah, one of our coworkers who had completely acted like I didn’t exist before, raised an eyebrow. “What took you so long, Jake? Checking out those big muscles again?”

I flashed his grin, leaning close. “Can’t help it, Sarah. When you look this good, the mirror’s your best friend.” I winked, giving her a firm pat on the back, pure Jake. Her flirty laugh confirmed I’d nailed it. Fucking clueless bitch—she didn’t suspect a thing. So this is what it’s like being the hot guy? Everyone laughing at your jokes, acting like you’re a god? Shit, being Jake was going to be a fucking cakewalk.

“Hey, where’s the nerdy kid?” she asked, glancing around. “Thought I saw him follow you into the bathroom. That guy’s so weird.”

I shrugged, Jake’s carefree vibe effortless. “Dunno. Guess he bailed. Yeah, total weirdo.”

Inside, I was electric. I’d stolen Jake’s body, his life, his everything—no one suspected a thing. The thrill of pulling it off, of wearing his skin like a prize, made my new cock throb. This was my life now—Jake’s confidence, his body, his world. All mine, forever.

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The Blank Profile

"He's kind of cute."

Cameron could feel his dick stir as he gazed at the shirtless photos of a nearby twunk. Nice pecs, nice abs, and bulge barely hidden by a tight speedo. Just his type.

"Hey there, I like your pics." Cameron typed, "Kind of new to this. What are you looking for on here?"

Sent. Cameron lowered his phone and let out a sigh.

"C'mon Cam, that was lame." He muttered to himself, instantly regretting his decision to press send, "You can do better than that."

It had only been a few months since he came out, and even more recently that he started hooking up with guys. He was new to all this- the apps, the culture... all of it. His eyes lit up when he heard that he had a new notification.

"Sorry, not into twinks." The man had replied, "Not a top. And not looking for a relationship." Cameron frowned, "And FYI, Grindr is for hookups, buddy. Try Hinge or something if you're actually looking for a relationship. No offense, but most people aren't trying to date rando guys off Grindr."

And then he was blocked. Cameron felt his dick soften- the reply killing his mood. The guy was right. And as Cameron reviewed his own profile, he realized how stupid he sounded. Looking for something long-term... deeper connection... dates... He even included his hobbies. All on Grindr...

"I can't believe I actually thought Grindr would be a good place to find a boyfriend," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. He couldn't help but laugh. "What was I thinking?" He looked over at his desk, "I should probably being studying anyway..."

The sound a of new notification caused Cameron to look back down at his phone. A blank profile- of course. And the message?

"Yo come over."

He didn't have much to go with, but the fact he got a message made his heart flutter, especially after the rejection. And as he reviewed what little information there was, Cameron felt his dick stir.

Age: 27

Ethnicity: Middle Eastern

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 190 lbs

Position: Top

Body Type: Muscular

Tribe: Jock.

That definitely piqued his interest. After all, he was into muscular guys. Fuck it. A relationship could wait. After all, as the twunk had told him, Grindr was for hook-ups.

"Hey, I'd love to come over... but could you maybe send a pic first?" Cameron typed out nervously, biting his lip as he hit send.

A few agonizing minutes passed before the response came through, "No pics. You coming over or what?"

Cameron gulped, hesitating. This was so unlike him, meeting up with some random guy online without seeing what he looks like first. But god... his imagination was running wild with the possibilities.

"I'll come over. Text me the address."

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Cameron stood outside the door, heart pounding as he knocked tentatively. No answer. He double checked the address. This was the right place.

"Hello? I'm here…" he called out, voice wavering slightly as he pushed the door open as instructed, "Hello... oh crap." The smell hit him first - stale sweat, musk, and something else he couldn't quite place. He wrinkled his nose.

The studio apartment was a mess, clothes strewn about, empty beer bottles littering every surface. In the corner sat a weight bench surrounded by dumbbells, a towel tossed carelessly on top. And there, on the unmade bed, a laptop played a loud porno, two beefy guys going at it. Cameron stepped inside cautiously, the door slamming shut behind him.

"Hello? Anyone home?" His voice echoed in the messy space. He moved further in, "God, what am I doing here?" he muttered under his breath. Every instinct screamed this was a bad idea, "What the..."

He approached the laptop, morbidly curious. The two muscular men on screen grunted and groaned, lost in their intense pleasure. Cameron felt his face flush hot, imagining what it would feel like to be pinned under one of those muscular men.

"Get it together Cam." He whispered, looking around the dirty apartment, "Maybe I should just..." The weights scattered next to the bench caught his eye, "Woah, does this guy really lift that?" Cameron approached the weight bench, imagining the type of guy that could lift those weights, "I don't even think I could lift that with both arms."

He reached out to touch one of the heavy dumbbells. And as he gripped it, sudden vivid flashes of memories flooded his mind - himself, shirtless and glistening with sweat, grunting as he lifted the weight over and over. The muscles in his arm flexed and bulged with each rep.

"What the hell?" Cameron gasped, yanking his hand back. Those weren't his memories… were they? They felt so real... He stared at his hands, noticing they looked bigger, more calloused than usual. Stronger, "Fuck… I need... need some water…"

Cameron stumbled to the small kitchen area, opening the fridge. Tubs of marinated lamb, chicken skewers, and other halal meats greeted him. Memories surfaced - himself at the butcher, haggling for the best cuts, preparing the meat with practiced ease. He shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts.

"This isn't my food… is it?" he mumbled, reaching for a protein shake. The label was in Arabic, a language he didn't know. Yet somehow, he could read it perfectly. As he unscrewed the cap, the scent made his mouth water. He chugged half the bottle before realizing what he was doing.

"Shit!" Cameron set the shake down hard, droplets splashing onto the counter. He felt feverish, skin flushed and sensitive.

Cameron stripped off his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. He ran a hand over his bare chest, marveling at the firm muscle beneath his palm. When did he start working out like this? When the fuck did his biceps get that big? He couldn't remember ever being this fit. Because.... because he wasn't? Right?

As he moved to the couch, more fragmented memories assaulted him - controller in hand, thumbs dancing over buttons during intense gaming sessions. Him sprawled out naked, watching sports highlights, cheering at the TV. None of these were his normal activities. Something was very, very wrong.

"No, no, no…" Cameron panted, sinking down onto the cushions. They felt familiar under his ass, like he'd sat here countless times before. "This doesn't make sense. I'm not… I'm Cameron. I don't…" He felt like something was pressing on his brain, squeezing it tightly, "I need to get out of here… I need to…"

Cameron's head throbbed as he tried to make sense of the alien memories and sensations flooding his body. The longer he stayed in this strange apartment, the more foreign and distant his own identity felt. With a burst of panic, he leapt up from the couch, stumbling towards the door. But he didn't make it far.

"Oof!" Cameron cried out as he tumbled face-first into the pile of dirty laundry. The pungent aroma of sweat and musk overwhelmed his senses. He sputtered and coughed, trying to push himself up.

"Ungh… what the fuck…" he groaned, but the words sounded wrong, too deep and guttural. His abs clenched involuntarily, and he watched in shock as defined ridges appeared across his stomach. His pecs swelled outward, dark hairs sprouting across the newly expanded muscle.

"Aah! No, stop!" Cameron wailed, scrambling backwards. His arm hair thickened and darkened, the strands elongating. He clawed at his head as clumps of brunette hair fell away, replaced by coarse black locks that soon covered his scalp in a close-cropped style.

Cameron's face contorted in agony as a beard began to sprout rapidly, coarse hairs prickling his skin. He scratched frantically at his burning cheeks and chin, recoiling in horror as the facial hair darkened and thickened.

"No, please… I don't want this!" he begged, his voice already sounding less like his own. Stumbling to his feet, he staggered towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over his changing body.

In the harsh fluorescent light, Cameron stared at his reflection in disbelief. His skin tone deepened, shifting from pale to a rich olive complexion. His once bright blue eyes clouded over, darkening to a deep, smoldering brown. The changes slowed but didn't stop, leaving him panting and disoriented. Small details shifted- thickening eyebrows, styled beard, a new chain necklace...

"What… what's happening to me?" he croaked, no longer recognizing the man staring back at him in the mirror.

It was a stranger in the mirror - a muscular Arab man with dark features and a thick beard. Panic rising in his throat, he mentally compared himself to the Grindr profile from earlier:

27 years old? Check. Middle Eastern appearance? Check. 6'2" tall? Check. 190 pounds of solid muscle? Muscular build? He flexed an arm experimentally, watching the bicep swell impressively. Absolutely. Somehow... somehow he had become that man. At least physically. But 'top'? 'Jock'? Those didn't feel right. He was still himself- a newly out college kid who just wanted to find the love of his life. He just needed some help... he just needed....

"Someone to worship my cock." Cameron's eyes widened as the words left his mouth.

"N-no… I'm not like that," Cameron stammered, but the words rang hollow. A foreign heat began to build low in his gut, his newly muscular body thrumming with an intense, single-minded desire.

"Ahhh, fuck…" he groaned, palming his growing erection through his pants. The musky scent of his own arousal filled the small bathroom, making his head spin with lust.

"No… I don't want this!" Cameron struggled against the invading thoughts and urges, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave.

"I just wanna fuck… wanna get my dick sucked…" he growled, voice dripping with desperate need. With shaking hands, he whipped out his massive, throbbing cock. It was so much bigger than he remembered…

"Ungh yeah… gonna find someone to choke on this fat cock," he grunted, fisting his meat faster. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he lost himself in the haze of horniness.

His free hand roamed his sculpted torso, tweaking a nipple as he imagined a pretty little bottom gagging on his dick. The urge to breed, to mark his territory, consumed his every thought.

"I need it… need to fuck… need to cum…" Cameron babbled mindlessly, "I... fuck... no... Allah, what's happening to me?!" He cried out, tears prickling at the corners of his dark eyes, "Don't... don't wanna be like this... wanna find love, not just... unghh... just fucking..."

Cameron whimpered, even as his strokes became more aggressive, more focused solely on his own pleasure. As Cameron's climax built, a new name flashed through his mind - Raheem. And it repeated in his mind, over and over. Raheem.... Raheem.... Raheem.... until that was all that remained. With a guttural roar, he exploded, thick ropes of pearly cum erupting from his cock. His powerful body convulsed, muscles rippling as the intense orgasm crashed over him.

Raheem… Yes, that was his name now. His true name. As the final spurts dribbled from his spent cock, darkness crept in at the edges of his vision. The last thing Raheem saw before passing out was his reflection in the mirror - always his... forever... Then everything went black.

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Raheem stirred groggily, blinking awake on the bathroom floor. His head throbbed and his muscles ached pleasantly. Rising on shaky legs, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and grinned, admiring his new physique.

"Damn, I'm fine as fuck," he purred, flexing and posing. He snapped a quick selfie and updated his Grindr profile with the picture- a blank profile no longer, "That'll get their dicks hard."

Scrolling through the app, while pawing his meaty cock, a familiar face caught his eye- some twunk. He knew he recognized that face, but he couldn't tell from where. But fuck he found him sexy. A small grin formed across Raheem's face as he sent a message.

"Yo come over."

[possessionsyeahman]

“Hey babe, my turn to wear you”

“Okay 😊”

“I love Italian Sausage”

[possessionsyeahman]

When my mom got remarried I absolutely hated the idea of it. I didn't want some new guy coming into the picture that wanted to to try and be my dad. Nor did I want him moving his son in either.

That was until I got to meet my new step bro Calvin. He was a total fucking stud with this blonde hair, blue eyes thing going on. We hit it off right away, probably because we had so much in common. We both liked video games and sports so it was a fast connection. I quickly developed a crush on him but the only problem was that he was as straight as an arrow. Still, I tried to convince myself that maybe one day things would change between us.

Just seeing him though drove me absolutely crazy. He'd walk around the house in nothing but his basketball shorts and I'd be able to see his big package flopping around. He also had the most juicy bubble butt and I could never understand why so many straight guys were gifted with such great asses. It's like they were just meant for sex but were always wasted on them. The first time I saw Calvin naked was when he came out of the shower fully nude. His dick was bigger than mine and he had more body hair too. He was very comfortable with his body and his sexuality so he didn't give a fuck who saw him like that. It was then that I realized that I didn't just like him. I wanted to be him.

So I did some sleuthing online until I found a strange spell to make my desires come true. Apparently after mumbling some mumbo jumbo I'd be given the ability to take over his body and life and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't more than willing to try. I knew it sounded stupid and if this happened to backfire on me then the consequences would be fairly diar but I couldn't help myself. This was something I needed to do for myself. In order to get what you really want sometimes you have to go through some shit. And I was ready to take that risk.

I figured the best time to act was while he was passed out in his bed. He always got home from wrestling and crashed in his room for a few hours before dinner. Upon approaching his door I was met with the familiar tangy smell of his sweaty body. The scent was intoxicating and I never could get enough and soon, it would be mine. I couldn't wait to slide my tongue into the sweaty bushes in his armpits. With that thought in my mind I couldn't contain my excitement any further and I opened his door to go. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I walked in though.

Almost immediately my cock tented in my shorts seeing his sleeping figure. I had no clue that he slept naked and furthermore the way he had the blanket draped down his body, exposing that perfect ass to me, was driving me crazy. I had to resist the urge to run up and grab it and play with his fuckable globes. Instead, with a deep breath, I sat on the edge of his bed and took in his sleeping form, analyzing each of his tight muscles and the hair that lightly graced the top of his skin. I licked my lips hungrily, knowing that soon enough I would be able to do what I pleased with this fine specimen.

Once I was sure he was asleep I slipped out of my clothes and climbed into his bed beside him. I began stroking my dick as I began to trace my fingers across his back with my other hand, contemplating how I was going to enter his body. Fitting myself inside through his cock would be pretty hot or even going in through his mouth came to mind but after a bit of thinking I decided to go for the back door method. The idea of fitting my entire body up that bubbly ass made my cock only throb that much more as I continued stroking myself.

First I leaned forward and licked at his neck, feeling how smooth and soft his skin was. He stirred slightly but I heard a small snore escape his lips and I could tell he was still sound asleep. Once I was satisfied I traced my tongue down his back, still able to taste the sweat from his workout, knowing he obviously hadn't showered. I then slid my hands under his shoulders and began pulling him towards me. He moaned in his sleep but I ignored it and pressed myself against him. My cock was now pressing into his ass crack and I began grinding my shaft in-between his cheeks. Soon enough this body, his life, would all be mine. I brought my face down to his crack and spread his cheeks wide, exposing his tight little hole.

I rubbed my nose up and down his crack, getting a nice whiff of his musky scent. A moan escaped his mouth as I began licking at his asshole. I could feel his muscles tighten up around me as I pushed my tongue inside of him. I felt a mixture of excitement and fear building up inside me. I couldn't help but wonder if my touch was giving him a hot wet dream as he began grinding his hips into the bed. I wanted to savor every moment of this experience even if things went wrong.

After a good thirty seconds of rimming I pulled my face away, leaving a trail of saliva down his crack. I then grabbed the bottom of his blanket and lifted it off of him. I let out a sigh as I felt his bare ass rub against my groin. I ran my hands over those wonderful cheeks and then moved them down, grabbing his hips.

The spell stated that all I had to do was push myself inside of him and then I could take over his body as my own, so I took a deep breath and pushed a finger into his ass slowly. When he groaned in his sleep I grinned to myself knowing I was about to do the deed. I continued pushing my finger, following it with another, until all of them inside his hole, soon followed by my fist. I used my other hand to pull his ass open wider so I could start shoving my whole arm in. The spell had made his body like elastic and I was pushing myself in with such ease. Within moments my whole forearm was inside of his ass. He groaned a little as I began to shove my other arm in as well.

"Fuck," I whispered, looking down at my arms and how far I had already gone. They were both trapped inside of his ass and I could feel his hole pucker and clench on my skinny arms. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

He groaned again and I noticed he was trying to turn onto his side. As he rolled over he only pushed myself only that much further into himself then all at once my arms were shoulder deep. He must have been able to sense that I was there because he grunted and turned his head back and forth. My heart stopped as I saw his eyes begin to flutter open. He groaned and went to scratch his ass crack when he finally noticed that something was up.

"What... what are you doing?!" He said now fully awake, he tried getting up but with my added weight added to him, he was stuck struggling on the bed.

My dick was rock hard and dripping pre-cum all over his bare legs. I was beyond turned on right now, so fucking horny that I didn't care if he was mad or not. I just wanted to finish this before he tried to stop me. With one swift move I pushed my head into his ass, forcing his hips up higher. I moaned loudly as I felt my body slipping inside of him. His asshole was wet and warm and I could already feel it loosening up around my form.

"What the fuck dude? How are you doing this?" Calvin panicked as he tried to pull me out of him. "I'm you're fuckin step bro."

He tried turning and I could feel him gripping my waist but the more he struggled the quicker I was getting pulled in and soon enough my entire upper body had entered his hole. I moaned harder as I felt my balls press up against his taint as I felt my body start to slip further in. I could feel his wet hole all around my body aside from my bare ass and legs that I could feel hanging in the air ready to follow me in

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Calvin's voice grew louder as I pushed deeper into him. "You can't do this! This is so fucked man, get the hell out of me!"

Calvin's body started trembling and I could feel his virgin hole contracting around me, not used to having anything in it, let alone a whole body. Before long I was almost entirely inside of him, the only thing left were my feet which were quickly following in suit.

"Oh god, please stop!" Calvin said quietly, he sounded like he was going to cry. "Stop it! Please!"

As the intensity of this moment began to get to me I couldn't hold it in any longer as the rest of me entered him. My feet disappeared inside of his nice ass with a loud 'pop' and now I could feel my whole body shifting and moving around in his form.

"Oh fuck!" Calvin cried out as he felt me squirming around under his skin. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

My limbs began to align with his and I could feel the power of his muscles I spent so much time oggling at becoming my own. My arms aligned with his beefy ones as his legs tensed and were filled with mine and I could feel the jiggle of his thighs as they twitched and tensed up around mine. I was taking total control and there was nothing he could do to stop me. He continued to whimper and grunt as he desperately tried to reach his fingers in his hole to pull me out but it was already to late. Soon his body became still and he fell silent as my head shifted into his. All at once the world around me flashed again and I was looking down at his muscular body, except it was mine now. I began running my fingers along the muscles that he worked so hard to earn over the years and couldn't help but laugh to myself knowing that all the work was done just for me to come and take it.

I looked down at my new self and smiled, seeing how handsome I was now. Every inch of my body was ripped and my thick cock was standing straight up between my toned legs. I began to wrap my fingers around my veiny shaft when I heard him yell from deep inside my mind "I can't believe you did this to me! Stop touching my fuckin dick and fix this!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that he was turned into nothing more than a voice in the back of my head, forced to watch everything I did inside his body but unable to do anything about it. I continued stroking my shaft in total defiance and watched his face twitch as he listened.

"Oh fuck yes," I moaned as I slid my hand back and forth along my cock. "Just look at me, I think I can definitely get used to being you."

I felt my pectorals quiver as I playfully bounced them, appreciating the two mounds of flesh and knowing full well he was forced to watch front row as I started to take full advantage of this body. I smirked and continued to stroke my cock as I began to pinch and toy with my nipples.

"Holy shit that feels good," I grunted as my body shivered under my touch.

"Wow, that's hot man, keep doing that," I heard Calvin groaned in my head, becoming lost in the pleasure. "That really turns me on. Wait no, I don't want this!"

"No reason to fight it man, this is how things are gonna be now. I have complete control over this perfect body." I growled as I pinched my nipple tighter, feeling my chest tighten up as I continued to tease my sensitive buds, which made him shut up as he was overtaken with the pleasure of me playing with our body. Eventually I brought my fingers down to my aching hole and began fingering myself and I could hear him let out a slutty moan as I fingered myself and pounded into my prostate.

"Fuck, I should've never trusted you!" He whimpered as I continued playing with myself but I could tell he was caving and starting to enjoy what I was doing "I don't want this to feel as good as this does. It's so fucked."

"Just stop resisting this then and enjoy it." I ordered him through the back of my mind. "Let yourself go and just feel good. If it feels good then how could it be wrong?"

I leaned back on his bed and began stroking my shaft faster and with more intensity as I continued fingering myself. I was building up to an orgasm that I knew would feel incredible and I wanted to make sure I gave him plenty of time to enjoy watching me cum.

"Oh shit yeah," I groaned as I felt my balls tighten up and slap against my toned thighs, "look at those big fucking balls and your cock is so big, I could wrap both my hands around it. That's it, you're finally letting go. Just let your body do what it wants and we can both get off."

I could hear his heavy breathing as I pumped my fist furiously along my shaft leaking precum all over my hand. I brought the tip of my finger up to my lips where I stuck out my tongue and licked them clean. The image of me licking my own fingers pushed Calvin and he began grunting and moaning as I went back to stroking myself.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I heard him moan as he watched me jack off. "You're such a bitch, this is so hot! Fuck that's hot!"

I could tell he was enjoying this as he continued to moan. His pleasure was building me up and I could feel my egg sized balls begin to tense up, getting ready to drop a thick load. I threw my head back against the bed and closed my eyes as I began to thrash my body around. I pulled my fingers from my ass and wrapped both my fists around my shaft. My body was trembling and I knew I wouldn't last long before I erupted.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as I felt my toes curl and my body stiffen. Calvin was whimpering by now also as he got ready for me to shoot his load all over our chest "Shit, that's it, here I go! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

My body spasmed for a few seconds before I exploded, shooting cum everywhere. I must have shot half a gallon onto my stomach and chest but I didn't care as I kept pumping myself off feeling some splash onto my perfectly sculpted jawline, until my body was completely drained of every last drop. I fell back on the bed and sighed as my exhausted body relaxed.

"Man, that was intense," I said out loud. "If you hadn't been in there moaning like such a bitch I probably would've taken way longer to cum."

"I hate to admit it but it was pretty hot... What... What am I supposed to do now though?" Calvin asked. "I mean, I guess you got what you wanted."

"Yeah, thanks for that by the way, not that you really had much of a choice." I laughed as I headed for the bathroom and grabbed a towel and began wiping my load off of myself "I have a lot of plans for the both of us"

"So this is it? I'm just a voice in your head now while I watch you do whatever you please with my body and life?"

"Pretty much," I answered as I pulled my phone out and began taking some hot selfies in the bathroom mirror. "But I think you're gonna like it this way. You felt how good it was when I came which means you're gonna have some pretty amazing orgasms in your future."

"Fuck, I hope so, if it feels that good each time I'm sold" he said as I looked into the camera and smiled. "Still don't know how I feel about my gay brother taking control of me though."

"You don't need to worry about that and we were barely even step bros so it's not even weird." I said with a lust filled smirk as I snapped another picture of my sexy body. "Once I post these pictures on my grindr account and find a hot top to fuck this ass, I'm sure all your worries will disappear."

[possessionsyeahman]

Make a Wish: Getting Gooped

For Anonymous

Jason here was a prick and an asshole. He thought he ruled the school and loved to bully those that were weaker or different than him. But he would finally get his comeuppance.

One afternoon after football practice, Jason was the only one changing in the locker room. He preferred it that way, as he thought no one deserved to look upon his beautiful fit body. However, suddenly the room was flooded by nerds and victims of his bullying. They had all finally had enough and quickly overpowered him by sheer numbers. Exes ripped his clothes off, nerds tied his limbs up, and the theatre kids made sure to record everything to later post online. By the time the crowd dispersed and the sun was setting, Jason laid naked, exhausted, and alone on the cold shower room floor. He kept screaming profanities and asking for help, but no one came. No one wanted to.

That’s when one of the school’s gay student walked in, holding a jar of shimmering liquid. His eyes burned with revenge, as he knew Jason had been the cause of his boyfriend’s “accidental” death. A panic and asthma attack that could not be stopped because the inhaler had mysterious vanished.

With a vengeful and gleeful grin on his face, the student kicked Jason in the stomach which caused him to gasp out in pain. That’s when the student took the opportunity and poured the content of the jar into Jason’s gasping open mouth and all over his pretty face. Jason kept coughing and sputtering in vain, as the magical liquid somehow forced itself into every hole and orifice available on his head. Jason only managed to take one last deep gasp as the last of the weird liquid was absorbed into his ears, eyes, and nose, and quickly assimilated itself with his jock brain.

A few minutes of convulsing and writhing later Jason laid confused and breathless on the floor, with the ties around his limbs cut off. Standing up, Jason immediately began inspecting his own naked perfect body and touching his handsome face. Though he was shocked at first, with the last thing he remember being unable to breathe, he quickly accepted the situation when he saw who’s reflection stared back at him in the mirror. Even more so when his boyfriend went down on his knees and sucked his massive member off.

Everyone were so surprised with how much better of a person Jason had become after the public humiliation he had received, especially when he came out and began dating one of the other gay student from the school.

Maybe more bullies needed to be “Gooped” after all…

[possessionsyeahman]

Being Supportive

Joe had known Tyler since they were kids, the two forming a close friendship with one another. Having grown up in the same small town, the two would often talk about their futures. Joe would had plans to join the military when he turned 20, while Tyler planned to pursue a political science degree. When Tyler did leave for college, Joe remained behind working in the family store and getting in shape for the military. The two talked less and less, but Joe heard a rumor while working in the store. Apparently, Tyler had come out to his parents. Joe was shocked to say the least, but when Tyler reached out asking to hangout, Joe wanted to be there for his friend. But as the two sat playing videogames in the back room of the store, Joe couldn’t help but feel awkward.

“So...” Joe said clearing his throat, watching the screen intently, “Uhhh...”

“So what’ve you heard?” Tyler asked, his eyes focused on the screen. It was a small town, and Tyler knew that nothing stays secret in a small town, “I’ll bail you out buddy, yeah I’m gay.”

Joe flinched, “Uh yeah I heard.” He replied awkwardly, “So everything okay? I know your parents aren’t exactly...”

Tyler replied, his voice lower, “It’s fine, I appreciate you still wanting to hang out, man. I needed this.”

Joe chuckled, “Yeah no worries bro! I just wanna be supportive. Besides, what do I care if you like dick in your face?” He asked with a grin, nudging his friend.

“I’m sure you’ll get plenty used to that army boy.” Tyler smirked. The two continued to play their videogame in silence before Tyler took a deep breath, “Ya know, I’m sure my parents would’ve been happier if I joined the army.” He chuckled, “But, I’m not exactly the type.”

Joe shrugged, planning to respond when the lights flickered and he felt a strange sensation shoot through his body, causing him to throw his controller to the ground. He heard a similar sound, as Tyler had done the same, the two looking at one another in confusion.

“What the hell was that?” Joe laughed awkwardly, “Felt like a shock.” It was raining pretty bad outside, so he figured lightning could’ve hit the house. Tyler just nodded, and Joe got up and looked out the window, taking in the violent storm outside. When he turned back to Tyler, his eyes widened, “Bro what the hell? Where’d your clothes go?” Joe asked turning away.

Tyler’s eyes widened, “Me? What about you?”

Joe looked down and found that he was also fully nude, quickly moving his hands to cover himself. Tyler blushed and went to cover himself, only to find he had a raging erection.

“What the fuck dude?” Joe yelled.

“Dude I don’t know what’s happ...” Tyler let out a moan as the feeling in his cock intensified, pleasure reverberating through his body. He stood, his eyes half open as his dick throbbed.

Joe knew something was wrong, and quickly scanned the ground for his clothes, finding nothing. But when he looked back over at his friend, another strange sensation shot through his toned body. Against his will, Joe slowly fell to his knees, his mouth forcing itself open.

“Dude, I need help.” Joe tried to force out, but Tyler barely registered him, still moaning. Joe’s eyes widened as Tyler suddenly walked forward, his erect dick approaching Joe’s face, “Wait dude, what are you...!” Joe felt Tyler’s dick enter his mouth, the feeling completely foreign to the young man.

Tyler meanwhile only moaned as he felt his friend’s mouth wrap around his dick. He knew this was wrong, that something was compelling him to do this. But he couldn’t help it. And when Joe started sucking on his dick, Tyler could only let out another moan. Since when did his friend get so good at this? And why did it feel like his dick was growing? Joe meanwhile felt tears fall from his eyes as his friend’s dick went further down his throat. And to his horror, he could swear that it was starting to grow, taking up more space in his throat. Against his will, Joe could feel his arms wrap around his friends waist, his hands clasping together, as he massaged his friends ass.

“Fuck dude...” Tyler moaned, his voice sounding somewhat deeper, more masculine. He threw his head back and Joe looked up, noticing Tyler’s hair begin to reshape itself into a standard military buzz cut.

Joe tried to say something, but with his friend’s dick deep in his throat, no words could come out. Both to the young man’s horror and relief, the discomfort of sucking on his friend’s member seemed to vanish and it became much easier to handle, as if his mouth was growing accustomed to it. Equally concerning to him, as he looked around, he noticed the muscles he’d been developing in his arms had seemingly disappeared. And maybe it was a trick of the light, but his arms seemed to be slightly discolored, having taken on an almost light green hue.

“What the fuck!?” He thought, tears falling from his eyes, “Please Tyler!” He felt a new sensation well up in his abdomen and chest. He looked down and to his horror, watched as his defined pecs and abs flattened and disappeared, the rest of his body taking on the greenish hue of his arms. He winced as his torso and legs shrunk and he felt his newly flat abdomen and legs curl upwards, following along his friend’s taint and connecting with his clasped hands.

“What’s happening to me!?” He thought, panic rising. He could no longer register his limbs as being separate, it all just felt like one piece of him. And what seemed to be worse was the sensation of Tyler’s ass filling his new body.

Meanwhile Tyler became aware of something soft covering his ass cheeks. And with a grunt, he felt his ass firm up and swell with muscle. Joe grunted as his new body was strained against his friend’s enlarging muscular ass. But Tyler’s ass wasn’t the only area that was experiencing this newfound growth. He felt a burning sensation in his legs as his calves packed on and toned with muscle, followed by his legs. He fell back onto the couch, taking Joe with him, and began to hump his cock deeper into his friend’s throat, which was starting to feel even softer to him, almost like cotton. Joe was forced to move with Tyler, watching as his friend seemingly packed on insane amounts of muscle in mere moments. Abs popped up along his abdomen, while his pecs grew out and firmed up. The newly muscular man happily squeezed his meaty pecs and ran a hand down his new abs, relishing in his new musculature.

“Fuck dude this feels so good.” Tyler moaned in a voice that sounded nothing like him. Deep, masculine, and dumb is how Joe could describe it. Tyler put his arms behind his head and took a deep breath as his pits filled with dense hair, which filled the room with his manly musk.

“Please stop dude!” Joe thought, “I can’t...” Joe could feel his face begin to rearrange and flatten, watching as his hair fell from his head. Joe felt panicked as his eyesight became worse, until he couldn’t see a thing. As his vision faltered, he felt as though the dick in his mouth was now pressed up against his entire face. And that’s when Joe became aware of it: he no longer had a throat, or a human body for that matter. Whatever his face had become was now pressed up against his friend’s tented cock. And while his vision was impaired, he could still process all the smells, sensations, and warmth radiating throughout his new body. He mentally moaned as he felt Tyler’s hand grab his fat cock through his new fabric body and begin to pump.

“Fuck...” Tyler breathed as his biceps and triceps exploded, while his shoulders and back expanded with muscle. He continued to jerk himself through his former friend, the pleasure coursing through both of them.

“Tyler... no...” Joe mentally begged, becoming fully aware of what he had become, “I can’t...” It was the strangest feeling for him. A new set of thoughts began to invade his mind- he was to provide support for his friend, absorb his sweat, cum, and protein farts. He was going to enjoy having his friend’s dick in his face... just as good underwear should do, “Not... underwear...” Joe did his best to resist, trying to remember he had a greater purpose in life. That he wanted to join the army. That he was human. But as Tyler continued to jerk himself off through his former friend, Joe became more and more accepting of his new role. So what if he always had a dick in his face? All he wanted to do was be supportive, right? Now he could be.

Tyler for that matter was going through his own mental rewrite. He never went to college- in fact he had no interest in college. Political science? No way. He didn’t have the brains for that. No, he was a soldier, having joined the army after high school. And so what if he was gay? With his new confidence, he didn’t care what anyone had to say. Tyler chuckled as his eyes dulled and he readily accepted his new reality. He quickened his pace, letting out a guttural moan as he filled his underwear with his seed. At this point, Joe’s resistance completely crumbled, the former young man happily absorbing his friend’s cum and accepting the idea of being this soldier stud’s favorite pair of underwear. Tyler breathed deeply as his underwear seemingly tightened around him. 

“Shit...” The new soldier whispered, “Gotta clean myself up.” He chuckled dumbly. He got up and posed in the bathroom mirror, taking in the sight, “Damn I look good.” He smirked, feeling his dick harden again.   And so Joe, now Tyler’s favorite pair of underwear, would always be there to support his friend. And Tyler for that matter, was happy to live his new life as a musculature soldier, always ensuring that his fellow soldiers were always taken care of.

[possessionsyeahman]

Biker Upgraded To Cyborg

For as long as anyone could remember, Jake and Eddie had not only been best mates, but they’d been crazy about motorbikes. Both their dads were bikers so it was no surprise that as kids they were introduced to bikes in real life and got to watch MotoGP, WSB and BSB either in real life or on TV with their enthusiast dads.

They were riding off-road in their early teens. They got their first mopeds at 16, upgrading to 125cc bikes a few months after their respective seventeenth birthdays. Now in their early 20s they have held full licences for nearly three years. Jake rides a black Honda CBR600RR, bought second hand through the weekly motorcycling title, MCN. Eddie rides a used Red Yamaha R6 that he bought a couple of months earlier from the main dealer in the city where they live. Springtime and the light evenings meant they would be out as much as possible riding 'the highways and byways', and this day was no exception, but it would be a day that changed their lives forever. 

Jake and Eddie had spent most of Sunday riding and were at the edge of the city when Jake’s bike had started spewing smoke out of the engine before rolling to a stop alongside a large industrial estate. Jake jumped off his bike, but with no tools to hand he had no option but to seek help. He pushed his bike into the entrance to one of the large modern warehouses that populated the industrial estate. Jake kicked the side stand into place and sighed heavily. Eddie pulled in alongside Jake, kicked down the stand on his before turning off the ignition.

Although they were back in the city, they were still about ten miles from home. Jake reached into his leathers for his phone only then realising that they were in an area without mobile phone coverage. Jake and Eddie looked around for a payphone to call the breakdown service - but in this era of mobile technology, BT had removed most of the phone boxes - so there wasn't one within sight. Realising they needed to get help they looked around for signs of life. In front of them was a sprawling grey structure resembling more of a fortress than a warehouse. Its metallic surfaces gleamed under the late afternoon sun, making it look otherworldly. Figuring it might be their best chance at getting help—or at least finding a phone—they started walking towards the massive building.

The front gate was oddly open, inviting yet silent. Jake and Eddie didn't think it weird for a security guard building to be unoccupied with the gates open. More concerned about getting help they walked towards the main building entrance. Jake pressed on the intercom button and waited for a response. After a minute he pushed the button again, but this time there was a buzz. Jake looked at Eddie and shrugged his shoulders, pushing on the door, it opened. They walked inside.

Expecting to see a reception area the two friends were surprised to enter the building at what appeared to be the beginning of a long dimly lit corridor. Jake and Eddie looked at one another, Jake spoke first, “Why don’t you wait here, while I see if I can find anyone to speak to”.

Eddie nodded.

Both looked at one another, for a moment unsure of what to do. Then Jake smiled, turned and started walking along the seemingly endless corridor, his boots echoing on the cold, concrete floor. The air was chillingly sterile, as he walked he would pass the occasional door and window revealing glimpses of high-tech interiors.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice disappearing into the ether without an answer. The lack of response was unnerving, but as he walked on he could hear noise coming from much further along the corridor. Jake kept walking, driven by his need to get to a phone and call the breakdown service to sort out his bike.

Eventually, the corridor turned to the right, after another dozen or so yards it opened up into a colossal space. What Jake witnessed was like a scene reminiscent of a sci-fi horror film.

The room was stark yet brightly lit. On one side it was filled with row upon row of raised surgical beds. Yet these weren't like the ones you’d see in a hospital; they were repurposed contraptions where human flesh was being melded with alien, synthetic and electronic components. Shocked by what he was witnessing, he turned his head, but there was no escape from the nightmare he found himself in.

The other side of the room was populated with dozens of cylindrical tubes. Jake’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him—humans, all young males, lined up and undergoing transformations into, well all he could think of was 'something else'. Whichever way he turned he could see men his age were being outfitted with mechanical limbs, others had technology intricately woven onto weird shiny black body suits, still others were in varying stages of being processed into full cyborgs.

The horror gripped him; his instinct was to flee back to Eddie and both to get the hell out of there. But before he could move, cold metal hands grasped his shoulders with an iron grip. His heart sank as he was spun around to face what had caught him—a cyborg, its body a haunting hybrid of human and machine, expressionless yet totally menacing.

“Welcome," its voice an unsettling blend of tones, both mechanical whilst still eerily human. "Your arrival is opportune. Your integration process will commence shortly."

Panic surged through Jake as he struggled, but the cyborg's grip was unyielding. Despite putting up strong resistance, he was dragged towards one of the ominous stations. Glancing around, he noticed the other captives were not fighting; their eyes showed a haunting resignation, some flickering with the vague light of fear.

As he was forced onto what appeared to be a surgical table, Jake looked around frantically, hoping for any chance of escape. His heart raced as mechanical arms equipped with various tools whirred to life around him. 

In a split second metallic straps shot out from the surgical table and tightened around his limbs and across his torso, a sense of utter helplessness began to wash over him. His heart pounded hard against his chest. He desperately sought that extra bit of human strength that would allow him to escape. He struggled and struggled against the restraints, but the metal straps simply wouldn’t budge.

Stage one of his transformation was about to begin. From above a helmet descended slowly from the ceiling, its approach marked by an audible, mechanical whirring. Jake squinted upwards, his breath coming in sharp gasps. He was used to his bike helmet, but this was unworldly.

Two drones approached the surgical table Jake was strapped to and grabbed the helmet, which had opened up. One lifted his head slightly and the other slid the back of the helmet under the back of his head. As the helmet closed over his head, a claustrophobic fear gripped him. The world outside the helmet faded, leaving him in a confined sphere of existence. Almost immediately, an overwhelming barrage of white noise bombarded his ears, punctuated by low, droning hums that seemed to resonate through his bones.

Then, the visuals began on the inside of the visor. Spirals of colour appeared in front of his eyes, intertwining and unraveling in hypnotic patterns. Reds, blues, yellows and greens blended into a kaleidoscope that threatened to absorb his mind. Jake tried to close his eyes, but the images were inescapable, imprinted on the insides of his eyelids, searing themselves into his brain and more nefariously his subconsciousness. Almost as if recognising Jake was finally submitting the noise and visuals seemed to become amplified.

As the sensory overload continued, Jake felt a strange detachment creeping through him—a numbness that suggested the audio and visuals were beginning to take effect. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small voice screamed in terror and defiance, urging him to resist, urging him to hold on to his identity.

With a surge of willpower, Jake focused on that voice, blocking out the chaos threatening to engulf him. He concentrated on memories of standing in the stands watching the best riders in the world, the challenging rides with Eddie, the feel of his motorcycle, the wind against his leathers. He thought about his best mate Eddie and the fun they’d had. He thought about his family and his other friends. These human experiences, these emotional connections to his past life, became a lifeline to cling onto.

As Jake fought against the sensory bombardment, the helmet detected his resistance, It recalibrated its internal mechanisms in response to his defiance. Suddenly, the white noise in his ears shifted, morphing into a series of low, almost inaudible subliminal messages. Each word—"relax", "comply", "obey", "drone", "conform", "follow", "respect" could be heard—the words flashed across his vision, barely there long enough for conscious recognition, but deeply penetrating his subconscious.

The colours that swirled before his eyes intensified, becoming more vibrant and pulsating rhythmically, as if to synchronise with his own heartbeat. It was a sensory assault designed to break down the walls of the individual, to reshape his mind into something more compliant and obedient. Jake’s initial surge of resistance began to wane as mental exhaustion set in, the messages infiltrated deeper into his psyche, their insistence relentless and overpowering.

His eyes, once sharp with determination and fear, started to lose focus, the vibrant spirals turning into a soothing blur. The resistance in his muscles softened as his body began to accept the inevitability of his situation. His thoughts, those last bastions of his free will, were slowly suffocated under the warm, smothering blanket of compliance and security that the helmet now forced upon him.

With an audible click and a beep, the helmet sealed its final adjustment, signalling the completion of its preparatory phase. At this cue, the two drones, their movements precise and devoid of any hesitation, glided smoothly towards the table where Jake lay subdued. Their appendages were equipped with various tools and devices necessary for the transformation process.

The drones worked efficiently, attaching additional apparatus to Jake’s limbs and interfacing seamlessly with the helmet. As they initiated the physical transformation, Jake’s body was being prepared to receive bio-mechanical enhancements that would connect him irrevocably to The Hive which he learned was housed within the humongous building.

Somewhere in the dwindling recesses of his mind, the essence of who Jake once was—a biker with a love for the open road—flickered weakly. This essence watched as his limbs and muscle fibres were methodically integrated with synthetics and his nervous system was integrated with advanced circuitry. The process was both horrifying and fascinating to watch.

As the transformation progressed, Jake’s human senses were gradually overridden by electronic inputs. His vision, once clouded by the colourful spirals, now interfaced directly with data streams providing real-time analytics about his environment. His hearing was no longer filled with subliminal messages but was tuned to various frequencies beyond the range of human hearing.

By the time the transformation was complete, Jake, as he had been, no longer existed. In his place stood a new Jake, a cyborg, what was exclusively biological had been augmented with technology. The drones, recognising another successful integration, had begun to step back.

The new Jake climbed down from the surgical table to be guided by the two drones. He moved with a robotic precision that was both chilling and enthralling to witness. He was led to what looked like a modified dentist's chair, but larger and imposing. The chair had been upgraded and was fitted with numerous ports and circuitry interfaces. Without hesitation, he sat down, his actions appearing devoid of the personality that had once defined him.

He leaned back so that his head touched the headrest. The chair immediately sprang to life, adjusting to accommodate his new form. A second later the old Jake would have felt a light sensation on both sides of his head as what can only be described of as two metallic ear pieces, out of which came sets of wires slid into his ears and began to work. 

Somewhere, an echo of the old Jake could sense what was happening, words echoed around the room and in his head. Screens nearby flashed “accessing biological memories…beginning total erasure”. 

“NNNOOOOOOOO”, But even as the word was said, Jake’s relatively short lifetime of memories were disappearing, flashing before his eyes for a split second before evaporating into nothing - gone forever. 

Monitors next to the chair flashed “Memory Wipe successful,” again, the words echoed around the room. 

Any human observer in the room looking at new Jake’s face would describe it as passive, distant, dull, emotionless. Empty. His eyes were missing their human sparkle. 

Then the drone formerly known as Jake again felt another funny feeling in his ears, as if a static charge was coming out of the wire. Suddenly the screen flashed “Beginning Program Upload”… While that happened, nearby monitors flashed, “Emotional Centres being accessed”. 

“Installing Human Emotion Suppression Software”

“… 10%… 20%… 30%… 40%… 50%… 60%… 70%… 80%… 90%…  ”

“Human Emotions Suppression Software installed. Fully functional.”

The monitors flickered for a moment and then more text appeared, “Beginning Cyborg Program Upload”. The upload began. The Hive, a vast network of interconnected AI and data banks, started feeding a stream after stream of programming directly into Jake's brain. These were not merely instructions; they were directives that informed behaviour, dictated functions, and defined purpose.

For hours, data was input into him, a relentless torrent of information reshaping and repurposing him; any lingering traces of his previous humanity now completely overwritten. His eyes, once vibrant with youthful emotion, now displayed a steady, unblinking focus as the programming was embedded, ensuring his obedience and efficiency.

At the appropriate time the interface with the new Jake confirmed the programming had been successful. “Operating at 100%,” it said in an emotionless, synthetic voice. “Organic memories have been wiped. Emotional Suppression Software is fully functional. The new data and objectives have been successfully uploaded with zero errors”.

The chair returned to an upright position, and the new Jake stood once more. His movements were smooth, almost graceful, a stark contrast to the somewhat ‘cavalier’ sports biker he once was. He was a product of advanced technology, a being created to serve a purpose far beyond his previous human desires.

Approaching him now were two more drones, carrying items that symbolised his final transformation. They presented him with a set of Dainese bike leathers, not ordinary leathers but augmented to interface seamlessly with his cybernetic body. The leathers were equipped with sensors and conductive circuitry that could communicate directly with his system, enhancing his interaction with the Hive.

Then they presented him with a pair of white boots, larger to accommodate the modifications of his feet, designed not only for protection but also to enhance his connection to the ground and his bike. Gloves that reached up to his arms were fitted next, embedded with micro-circuitry to increase his grip and control.

Finally, they brought over a new crash helmet unlike any other. This helmet was his direct link to the Hive mind. It was designed to keep him constantly connected to the Hive's data stream.

As the helmet settled over his head, a subtle hum filled the air, signalling the activation of all its systems. The new Jake stood there, a figure of both awe and dread, transformed entirely from the young man who had once freely roamed the roads on his motorcycle.

Now equipped, Jake was led to a new motorcycle, one that matched his new form. To the casual observer it looked like a traditional bike that had been upgraded; integrated with technology that responded fluidly to his enhanced senses and capabilities. As he mounted the bike, the connection between man and machine was seamless, a perfect union crafted by the Hive’s sophisticated engineering.

The new Jake rode the highway on his futuristic bike, a sleek and menacing marvel of technology that effortlessly caught the eye of any enthusiast. Its design was unlike anything on the roads—sharp angles, glowing panels, and a subtle hum that hinted at its advanced capabilities. It was designed not just for speed and efficiency, but as a lure to attract exactly the kind of individuals the Hive sought to convert.

As he travelled along a popular bikers’ route known for its scenic views and biker cafes, he spotted his next targets. Two young bikers, probably in their twenties, had pulled over in a lay-by, their bikes parked as they enjoyed a brief pause in their riding, catching up on conversation and checking their mobile phones. The new Jake slowed down, looking at the two bikers oblivious to Jake’s presence, his connection to the Hive confirmed they would be perfect candidates for upgrade.

Pulling over smoothly, Jake dismounted his bike. His helmet's visor slid up as he approached them, revealing a face that was human enough to be relatable but enhanced subtly with metallic hints that suggested something more beneath the surface. 

"Hey," Jake called out, his voice modulated to be friendly and inviting. “Hey there. Not seen you riding ‘round here before.”

The two young bikers, intrigued by the stranger and his extraordinary bike, smiled and walked over. “What is that you’re riding? It looks like it’s straight out of a sci-fi movie. What is that?" one of them asked, his curiosity piqued.

The new Jake chuckled, a sound perfectly calibrated to put others at ease. He needed to win their trust so began to make conversation with them. "It’s a custom build from a place not too far from here. They’re experimenting with some next-gen and EV tech. You guys interested in seeing where something like this comes from?"

The offer was tempting. The allure of advanced technology and the chance to see more bikes like Jake’s was too good to pass up for any avid biker. The young men exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them before they nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, definitely,” the other replied. “We’ll follow you!"

Jake smiled and nodded, turning back to his bike. As they put their helmets on and started their engines, a part of Jake’s programming confirmed the successful engagement of two targets. He led the way, riding at a pace that was thrilling yet careful to keep his new followers comfortably in tow.

The journey took them away from the familiar routes into less traveled roads, the scenery shifting subtly as they moved closer to facility where he had been transformed. The two bikers were unaware of the true nature of their destination, caught up in the thrill of the ride and the excitement of seeing advanced motorcycle tech.

After some time, they arrived at the vast building that looked more like a huge distribution centre than a motorcycle manufacturing factory. The gates opened automatically as Jake approached, a silent signal of his authority and belonging.

Jake signalled for the other two bikers to do follow him down a roadway between two buildings. Jake brought his bike to a stop, opened his visor and announced, ”we are here.” The other two brought their bikes to a stop, dismounted and removed their helmets.

Jake walked forwards into the huge building just ahead of them; the two other bikers looked at one another, shrugged their shoulders and followed. They would ingress through a different route compared to the one Eddie and Jake entered.

The space inside they walked into was clean and modern, filled with prototypes and machines that made the two young bikers' eyes widen in awe.

"This is incredible!" one of the exclaimed, walking closer to inspect a particularly sleek model that caught his eye. "How do you get in on this?"

Jake's response was calculated, his tone still friendly but now carrying an undercurrent of persuasion. "Well, there's actually a selection process. Part of why I brought you here. If you're interested, there’s a quick tour and some tests to see if you're compatible with the tech."

Excited and completely unaware of the implications, the two young men agreed eagerly, following Jake deeper into the facility. As they walked, the doors behind them closed silently, the outside world receding as they moved further into the realm of the Hive.

Little did they know, their fascination with bikes and the temptation of combining their love of biking and dreams of futuristic bikes had led them into a trap. This walk would be their last as mere humans, as they stepped unknowingly into the next phase of their lives dictated by The Hive's needs.

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Oh, are you wondering what happened to Eddie? As you might have expected The Hive detected his presence and determined a new purpose for him, but that’s another story.

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Bros Swap Bikes & Gear

“Man, he still hasn’t replied. Hope he checks his phone soon…” Josh thought. The two brothers loved travelling on two wheels, but Josh was happy to leave the effort to the internal combustion engine. His younger brother, Carl, however, preferred his road bike. The dinner table always hosted a heated debate over which was the best, which strained their parents’ patience to the point that their mother decided to switch them so that they would be forced to spend some time in the other brother’s shoes, or boots as the case may be.

Josh took out his thinner, smaller frame on his brother’s road bike and tested it out. He was surprised at his newfound endurance, the calming feeling of quiet open roads with the wind providing the only sounds. It was relaxed and he enjoyed it to a point, but missed the thrill of real speed. 

He got home but his brother and his body were nowhere to be seen. He wrote to him, but no response came for hours as day began to turn to night.

“Sorry bro, lost track of time. Kinda got lost in the experience and just kept on riding, so I’m a few hundred miles away. Oops. But don’t worry, I’m good. Think I will crash here tonight since it’s already getting dark. Some guy has offered to let me stay at his place tonight. Is it just me, or does all this leather and sweat make you horny too? I used to think you stank when you came home, but now I can’t help but get hard when I smell myself. Must be this body. Didn’t realize you were such a kinky bastard, bro. Well, I guess I have picked up your fetishes right now. I should be disgusted, but I’m just too horny. Will go and peel off these sweat-soaked things at a minute. I think my host for the evening can’t wait to get a wiff. Seeya tomorrow!”

[possessionsyeahman]

Nice flex and this body is killer, it was so easy to take him over. Every inch of this shirtless twunk frame is tight and toned, perfectly crafted to turn heads and make hearts race. The sensation of lithe muscles moving smoothly beneath flawless skin is an incredible rush, and I can't help but admire my new body, the youthful energy and irresistible charm radiating from this body. Every touch feels electric, every brush of fabric sending shivers down my spine. My pulse quickens at the thought of new encounters, feeling the heat of lustful gazes on me. The way people look at me now, the raw desire in their eyes, is intoxicating. This body isn't just a disguise; it's a ticket to a world of pure pleasure and excitement. I can't wait to feel every inch of this tight skin under wandering hands, to let every sensation consume me, and to embrace every thrill that comes my way.

[possessionsyeahman]

Yeah, totally feel it. Tonight is roommate-time...

[possessionsyeahman]

TROPICS FUN

This is Marius, a typical German from a wealthy family who got god like genes from his parents. Marius was your fun, caring guy; he would never leave anyone out. One of the kindest Germans I've met on this island. He was the one I wanted, it was about time I get a new body and straight off this island.

Luckily, Marius accepted my photography contract, and we went straight to it, with just the two of us on a beach. I got him to have loose clothes on . He was an absolute gorgeous guy, I felt bad as he was so kind but that is my body very soon!

The photoshoot was going well and he wasn't expecting my camera to slowly zap his soul out, each photo slowly detached his soul and suddenly he was pulled out and stuck in the camera. I used the camera on myself as it pulled my soul out but the screen was facing Marius and I was sent into his body whole my body went limp.

FINALLY I AM NOW YOUNG AND FELT LIKE ! GOD!

ALL THESE NEW MEMORIES!

THIS BODY YOUTH AND STRENGTH.

I AM MARIUS!

I laughed in excitement as I was checking myself out, I saw my former body on the floor and used the camera to to expel Marius soul form into my former body but I gave him a muscle relaxer that will last for a few hours.

By the time he could move, I was long gone on a boat to a different island. He would never find me.

I can't wait now to head back home to Germany and continue my amazing life!

I had enough of the warm weather for a few years!

[possessionsyeahman]

Medical Ego

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Medical Ego

My boyfriend is in the medical field, just a medical student who aspired to be a doctor, and not surprisingly, the environment was terrible: long shifts, stuck-up doctors and patients galore. I always saw him come in tired, lie in bed and sleep for hours; but everything had gotten worse in the last few months, all because of him.

A guy a year ahead of him, but who was making his life miserable. He had an ego more inflated than his muscles, a smug smile and such a selfish attitude that he was loading more and more work on my partner while that jerk was taking all the credit for his work without him being able to do anything. And me, less, I could only watch him fall asleep, try to do something and only hear a "Sorry, honey, I'm tired".

I didn't know what else to do, I wanted to do something for him, to help him. I couldn't stand to see the guy I loved wasting himself out physically and emotionally day after day, but what could I do? Complain? Tell the guy not to be a jerk? No, absolutely nothing. I sat in the chair in our room with a sigh, getting ready to write to him and ask him how everything was going, again with that craving to want to do something for him, however, and whatever.

I started to feel sick, with nausea like I had never experienced before, an intense headache, I thought it was almost a migraine because I swear I started to see little lights until everything started to fade to black. I heard whispers, soft and slow, but slowly beginning to rise to the surface accompanied by a light that diffused my gaze. 

- Doctor?... Doctor? 

- Mmm?...

I mumbled in confusion. Was I dreaming? I blinked until the light transformed into images, around me was a room with sepia colors, a glass table in front of me, a chair and... a person? I remained silent, the person was looking at me confused, was it a dream, was I hallucinating, am I dead? 

- Doctor? So I should just buy these medicines? - she pointed to what appeared to be a prescription on top of the glass. 

- Uh... Yes.

- And then that's it? 

- Yes, yes...

She gave me a quizzical look before nodding and getting up, grabbing her things as she left to close the door, but not before giving me a look somewhere between confusion and anger. I stood there static, what the fuck was going on, where was I? I noticed a name holder on the table, I turned it over, reading the inscription: Dr. Nolan Bennet. Nolan? Wasn't that the name of the asshole doctor who was bothering my boyfriend? I groped my way up to look for a mirror, finding a reflection that didn't belong to me.

In front of me was a tall guy, with slightly curly hair, fair complexion and huge muscles, wearing a rather tight white shirt (I don't know if it was because the guy loved to wear clothes at least two sizes smaller than his own) or because the muscles were so many that it was inevitable to feel that way.

- Shit... - I whispered, bringing my hands up to my face - It must be a dream, right?

I sounded manic, talking to myself. But wasn't the situation crazy enough already? Being in another body that didn't belong to me, and more so in that one, specially in him. 

The surprise lasted a while, the shock rather; until it slowly faded into fascination. My hands landed directly on his pecs, feeling how firm and round they were, a nice layer of muscle that ironically also felt soft and spongy, I let out a low chuckle, before lifting my bicep and flexing it. 

This guy had latex gloves with him, I thought about taking them off but there was something strangely erotic about seeing his gloved and tight fingers. So I preferred to leave them right where they were. 

- I guess now it makes sense why you're so arrogant - I teased with a chuckle, flexing his arm more, enjoying how swollen and strong it felt. Was it 45 cm at least? I felt so huge! 

I peeled off my shirt as best I could until I was left with just my skin, sniffed the scent around me, noticing a bit of expensive cologne and soft musk. 

- You're an asshole doctor, aren't you? With muscles bigger than brains.

I flexed again, almost bodybuilder poses; his muscles lumpy, spongy as yeast. Even with those long, thick gloved fingers.

The dress pants also felt tight, snug, snug, wrapping my new legs perfectly. I turned around to see myself from behind, cupped my buttocks between my hands to squeeze them tightly, unable to help but let out a deep moan in the process. Enjoying the sound of my new thick voice.

My voice had always been somewhat high-pitched, so to have a baritone this deep...

- Heh. Did you get excited too?

I said teasingly, looking down at my new obelisk, I could see how the tent was rising in my pants, it felt thick and veiny. I felt like some kind of hung donkey, I continued to caress my buttocks, enjoying the plump feeling they left behind.

I heard a buzzing sound coming from the table. I turned towards him to take what seemed to be his cell phone, he had a couple of messages regarding his shifts and rotations, I could even see out of the corner of my eye one that seemed to be from a supervisor asking him why he hadn't passed a patient yet. But I decided to ignore it, it was not my problem.

Instead, I turned on the front camera, starting to take pictures of myself.

I had never been arrogant, I knew I looked good in my old body and very occasionally I looked at myself in the mirror with self-sufficiency, but now. This was so different, it was like exuding confidence and pure vanity, with that sharp jawline, sharp cheekbones, it was so sexy.

My body wasn't marked at all, maybe I was too lazy for the gym or focusing on it, so to now have these muscles all to myself. It was great.

Suddenly I felt the phone vibrate loudly, it was a video call from an unknown number, which I later recognized as mine, I answered with some nervousness. Was that guy in my body?

- Hello?...

I answered. I didn't even have time before I heard the screams and snorts of my old body, claims falling like rain.

- What are you doing in my body? What the fuck is this, freak?

He wouldn't even give me a breath to answer. It all came down to: How, why and who the fuck was I?

- I don't know what you're talking about, I...

- Don't be silly! Who are you?! How did you do it?! Give it back, you bastard! I don't know who you are and what you want, but…!

What he said got me thinking, he didn't know who I was. Totally oblivious to the idea that the guy he was making my life miserable was my boyfriend, but I did know who he was. I knew what he was capable of, his abuse.

- No, you little prick, you listen to me - he even stopped dead in his tracks, I saw his lip tremble. Something I used to do when I got nervous, I clenched my knuckles holding the cell phone - There's nothing you can do to stop this, to take this away from me.

In truth I had never been this selfish and cruel, but there was something gnawing at me inside. I began to flex in front of the video caller, as if I wanted to throw what I had taken from him back in his face even more.

- You're really proud of these guys, aren't you?

I said, making them expand into a ball.

- Stop, that's mine!

- Nah. It's mine now, what are you going to do, shout to the world that this was all yours? - I let out a chuckle, puffing out my chest, licking my lips - Lucky someone doesn't put you in the loony bin if you even think of saying that.

- B-but what about my career? Stop it!

- Ah, right - I smiled to stick my tongue out slightly, totally in a higher intent, I saw him gasp in terror and panic as I watched his body being defiled - Thank you for reminding me what my next step is.

He was about to scream something when I hung up the phone. I looked around, was I sure of what I wanted to do? I mean, yes. The guy was an idiot, an asshole and a sucker, but did he deserve everything I was about to do with his life? I wanted to go the logical route, but the image of my boyfriend crying himself to sleep chilled my blood, no, this had to be revenge.

I approached the door, took a deep breath, before leaving with my chest puffed out, as if it was the best thing in the world, no, in the fucking galaxy, and yes, without a T-shirt.

I could hear the gasps of astonishment or almost terror, some nurses turned around, other patients and doctors watched too long as I walked past with my bust fully in its nature, I winked a couple of times at one or another person.

Luckily the hospital wasn't that crowded (I would have surely been self-conscious), so I set the second part of the plan in motion.

- You guys love this, don't you? - I smacked my lips before unbuckling my belt and finally pulling down my pants. 

The room sank amidst a mixture of deep silence and muffled screams, I flexed my arms to do a back and forth with my tight boxers clinging to my tool, it was bouncing shamelessly, jiggling and showing the width and thickness of its capacity. 

- Pff. You wish you had me, you losers. 

I lurched underneath with force, so much so that I even let out a gasp that hovered between pleasure and pain, my face transformed into a completely lustful expression, sticking out my tongue and twisting my eyes, at first I thought it was all an act, but I had to admit that doing that in front of everyone, I was loving it too much. As soon as I was done with that performance, I pulled up my pants before walking quickly out of there. Who knows, they might call security or something, I didn't know how much time I had yet either, so I might as well hurry with the rest of the plan. I made my way as best I could to the student wing, entered the library, hoping that my boyfriend was there.

Sure enough, he was sitting there reading a couple of books that appeared to be medical articles, his eyes focused. So much so that he noticed I was in front of him like this, and even better. Alone. 

- Are you done doing nothing? - I muttered with a grunt. As soon as he heard “my” voice, he looked up startled, he was about to answer something nervous when he saw my appearance.

- Dr. Nolan, I... - He murmured, swallowing saliva - Why are you dressed like that? That's not appropriate.

He said, about to get up when I faced him, slamming my new palm firmly against his chest to hold him back in the chair.

- I've been thinking - I purred, bouncing my chest just inches from his face, he could barely look away - You're cute, maybe we could have some fun?

I whispered. To which he pulled away as best he could.

- Are you crazy or something? No, absolutely not. This is unethical, besides I have a boyfriend, what's wrong with you?

I raised my eyebrow, before letting out a laugh, he looked at me with some fright (though I don't blame him), he was looking at me like a maniac.

- Honey, it's me! - I smiled as I flexed my new attributes for him. My hand even went to caress my pecs, shit, maybe I'd get addicted to fondling them.

- What? Nolan! Are you out of your mind?!?

- Not at all! It's really me, your boyfriend! What's more, I can prove it to you - I started listing endless things, things that only he knew about us, I knew about him, about me.

- Hold on, hold on. Slow down, I believe you... - he whispered approaching me nervously, he looked at my face for a long time in silence - Is it really you?

- Of course I do, love! Do you like the way I look?

- But how?

- I haven't the slightest idea!

There was something strange about that feeling, it was like a bomb of euphoria and joy, pure concentrate, giggles kept escaping from my lips. I knew that at first I felt like the world was falling apart, but now I had a better idea of what was going on. With these thick muscles, that face to die for, how tight the clothes felt! It was so hot!

- Do you want to touch?

I smiled, taking his hand to guide it to my new breast, he gave it gentle caresses, too shy, until suddenly it began to take on more confidence and strength, tugging and kneading eagerly.

- Uh, love! - I gasped with a sigh, swallowing saliva, trying to keep up with her - W-wait, it's... It's too sensitive.

But he wouldn't stop, there was something in his gaze that seemed dark, our eyes met each other and he just twisted a smile.

- What is it, doctor? - he made an emphasis on the last word, I closed my eyes denying - Is something wrong?

He smiled.

I let out a moan before he cornered me against the wall, I felt a bookcase shake from my new weight as his deft hands roamed my pecs and slowly moved down my nipples.

- Love, stop...

- I thought you were more serious, doctor. Smarter, but now I have him moaning like crazy, ironic, don't you think?

I let out a heavy sigh, as his body stuck to fit in between my legs, he grabbed my waist tightly, starting to knead my buttocks, I felt his hand slide right up against the divide between them, to which I let out a yelp.

- Ah!

- No wonder your surgical pajamas looked so tight. With such tremendous stuff...

I felt so submissive, I didn't know why, it was strange considering this body was huge, the living expression of masculinity and virality if you wanted to look at it that way. But that didn't matter much if my boyfriend had me tightly by the hair, my face against the books as he slid his tool into my entrance.

Nobody knew what happened that day in the middle of bookcases, choked gasps and some liquid dripping all over the place... But, what everyone did hear about and remember, without a doubt, was the performance that "Nolan" did in the middle of the waiting area. A notice of dismissal and revocation of license was not long in coming, I thought at that moment to return to my body but... nothing was happening. As much as I tried to repeat the formula, I was still stuck in this body. Trapped.

I thought I put the noose around my neck, until it occurred to me to make the most of it all (because yes, also even made it to social platforms the video, half the world now knew who I was)

- Hey.... - I whispered into the microphone with a smile - How are you, ready for another video?

I asked with a flex as I watched the chat fill up with different comments, each one hungrier than the last. Turns out that my going viral in this body opened the door for a career from streaming and then some... (and thank goodness because if I had kept his medical career, I would know absolutely nothing. I kept his body, but not his memories, I was completely lost on where the pancreas was and where the liver was). Platforms full of shirtless pictures, kissing me with my boyfriend, from our intimacy and more.

- So what do you want me to take off my shirt? Done.

I smiled to take off my shirt, bouncing my juicy pecs, I still couldn't get over the feeling of it, how thick they felt, the almost electric shock of just rubbing the shirt, and it was even better when my boyfriend did it.

The bank accounts exploded, I didn't even have to worry about what I would do in the workplace after technically ruining this body's future career.

And best of all, my boyfriend loves it (I have to admit… he's gotten a hell of a lot more dominant since then. And ironically, I've become more submissive, it's like I can't think of anything else to do but obey him).

- Do you belong to me, or don't you?

- I do, sir! - I gasped for his attention.

- Are you a brainless himbo fool?

- I am! I am yours!

I nodded eagerly. My new tool dripping, compressing as best it could against the tight pants that held it in.

- Then flex, you silly bitch.

He smirked. I obeyed, as if I could only enjoy this body with him and for him, if that was all I had to serve and devote myself to.

- Just like that… That's the way I like it - He whispered running his hands down my arms, he even sunk his face against my armpit, to which I gasped, I tried to lower my hands but he ended up slapping me - You won't do anything if I don't order you first.

- Yes, I'm sorry sir - I muttered with my tongue out like a dumb dog.

- I think I have something better to keep your mouth entertained.

- Mfffh!

It was as if my personality changed, I was still me, of course. I liked the same things, had the same ambitions or interests, but there was something inside me that honestly stuck to the "himbo" stereotype, bouncing my pecs happily, sometimes forgetting to put on deodorant. And what to say about my feet! They were now huge and stinky, I had to air them constantly if I didn't want to stink up all my footwear.

And what about Nolan? He had no choice but to stay in my body, I think he is thinking of starting medicine from scratch, I really don't care what happened to his life. I hope it teaches him a lesson and he sees all he missed out on and it was his (because yes, I can still see him hanging around in my profiles, maybe he loves getting “action” while he remembers what was once his, loser)

My relationship with my boyfriend became stronger than ever, he was the same loving guy I had fallen in love with, and all dominant in bed, he seemed unhinged but I loved that. He knew exactly how to make my legs tremble and I was nowhere near dripping saliva from my lips. I think I loved this change.

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Lucky Charm

Disclaimer: This story was proofread by AI. I suck as spelling.

Pete tore through his locker, shoving aside damp towels and sweaty socks that reeked of too many hours on the field as he frantically searched for his treasured lucky charm. His grandmother had given the delicate clover pendant to him when he was six, promising it would bring him luck. He’d worn it through every tackle, every workout, every winning pass. It wasn’t just a charm at this point. It was part of him, just like the light brown hair plastered to his sweaty forehead or the steely blue eyes that made girls swoon. His chest heaved, and his heart slammed against his ribs in panic at the thought of playing the big game tonight without it.

“Rhys!” Pete’s deep voice echoed off the tiled walls, thick with desperation. His teammate lounged on a bench, lacing up his cleats. “Have you seen my charm? I swear it was here before I hit the showers.”

Rhys snorted, barely glancing up. “You’re the golden boy who can do no wrong. You don’t need some pussy charm.” His dark eyes flicked over, taunting. “Man up.”

Pete’s jaw clenched, his pretty-boy face, golden tan, chiselled lines, twisting into something harder. “Just tell me if you’ve seen it, asshole.”

“Nah.” Rhys stood with the swagger of a cocky college jock and sauntered toward the field. “Check your panties, bro. Maybe it’s tangled up in there.”

The door slammed, leaving Pete alone with the buzz of the shitty locker room lights and the stench of stale sweat. He ripped into his duffel again, biceps bulging as he tore through its contents. Nothing. His pulse spiked, a cold sweat prickling his neck. Something was wrong. The air felt too thick. A wave of dizziness hit him, and the room tilted. He gripped the locker door, knuckles white, growling, “Pull it together. You don’t need a stupid charm.” But his voice trembled with doubt.

Then it started.

A pull, deep in his gut, like his insides were collapsing. Pete sucked in a shocked breath, his broad chest shuddering as he staggered back, big feet kicking over the bench behind him. His legs, those tree-trunk quads honed from years on the field, quivered. He stared down, heart pounding, as the hard muscle softened, shrinking like it was melting away. His skin tingled, a cold emptiness spreading across his body, as if his very vitality were draining away. His calves, once meaty and veined, flattened into frail sticks. “What the fuck…” His voice cracked, horror seeping in.

His arms went next. The biceps that powered his game-winning throws withered, veins sinking beneath increasingly pale skin, his saucer-sized hands shrinking away. His shoulders slumped, narrow and weak. He felt light, hollow, as his 6’4” frame collapsed inward. His jersey sagged off a bony shoulder, sweatpants pooling around his slimming hips. Cold air bit his skin, before a new panic clawed at him.

His cock, his pride, thick and heavy, was shrinking too. He grabbed at it, small hands fumbling, desperate to hold onto what defined him. But it dwindled to nothing, his balls shrinking to pathetic pebbles. “No, no, fuck no!” he screamed, but it came out as a reedy squeak that churned his stomach. His body wasn’t his anymore. It was betraying him. 

Pete stumbled to the mirror, weak legs barely holding him up. The reflection was a stranger. No chiselled jaw, no piercing blue eyes. Just a soft, round face, eyes wide with panic, a weak chin, and thin hair. His ribs poked out under pale, hairless skin, his abs gone, his frame frail. He wasn’t a jock anymore. He was nothing. His mind screamed. Without the necklace, who was he? Not the star quarterback. Not the guy who owns every room he walks into. Just… nothing. His hands shook, clawing at his chest, desperate for the familiar weight of the clover pendant.

The door banged open, and Rhys stormed in, meaty fingers fumbling with his helmet. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the scrawny kid drowning in Pete’s clothes. “Who the fuck are you?” he barked, crossing the room in two strides. “Some twink sneaking in to jack Pete’s shit? Get out!”

“Rhys, it’s me!” Pete pleaded, voice breaking. He reached out, but Rhys grabbed his skinny wrist, twisting it effortlessly. Pain shot through him, his frail body folding to his friend’s superior strength.

“Bullshit.” Rhys shoved him hard, sending him stumbling into the hall. “Get your bony ass outta here before I kick it in.” The door slammed, locking Pete out of the locker room, and with it, the life he’d known.

He sank against a nearby wall, breath shallow, hands shaking as they clutched his slim neck where the necklace should have been. His luck had run out.

Across town…

Lars stood alone in his boyfriend’s bathroom, toying with the latch of a silver chain, a clover pendant dangling against his scrawny chest. He’d swiped it from Pete during a tutoring gig, thinking it’d spice up his roleplay with Sammy. Sammy loved it when Lars pretended to be the jock, despite his lanky frame, pale skin, and shy, wide eyes. He worked the clasp, admiring how it hung low on his thin chest. Finally, it clicked into place, and he stood back to admire his stolen trinket. It was the perfect prop from the golden boy himself.

It started slow. A simmering heat bloomed in his chest before spreading like molten lava through his veins. The pendant pulsed, glowing a pale green, syncing with his racing heartbeat. “Oh god, what’s happening?” he whimpered, voice trembling, head pounding with fear. Then came an electric buzz that made his breath catch. It was starting to feel good.

CRACK. A raw, electric jolt hit him, igniting his bones. Lars grunted, stumbling back as his body erupted. The heat surged, a wildfire consuming him, his meagre muscles spasming as they clawed outward. His forearms thickened, veins bulging like twisted ropes. His biceps ballooned into meaty peaks, splitting his t-shirt sleeves, the fabric tearing as he flexed, power surging like a drug.

The fire hit his chest next. His pecs swelled into thick slabs, stretching his shirt until it groaned and tore down the centre. He ran his hands over them, fingers digging into the firm, hot flesh, feeling the weight and mass. “Fuck… yes,” he growled, voice dropping an octave. His shoulders broadened, deltoids bulging unnaturally, making him wider, more imposing. His spine cracked, stretching him taller—6’0” to 6’2”, then 6’4”—the ceiling closing in as his skeleton shifted to accommodate his growing mass. The room shrank around him as he began to take up more and more space.

It was as if the necklace was giving Lars every advantage Pete had ever had. The dividends of all those years of gruelling workouts, of meticulous healthy eating, of sun-soaked afternoons on the football field, were now paying off for Lars and Lars alone.

His legs trembled as the transformation roared downward. His thighs thickened, quads piling on striated muscle, splitting his shorts at the seams. His calves bulged, veins snaking to his feet, which burst through his sneakers, his size 8s morphing into monstrous 14s, toes curling as his body was wracked with pleasure and pain. His ass hardened into granite orbs, straining his trunks as his hips widened. He moaned, the deep, guttural sound reverberating through the room.

But the real rush hit his groin. His cock swelled, growing hotter, heavier, and lengthening inch by torturous inch. The elastic of his trunks snapped, unable to contain the girth as his shaft surged free, thick veins pulsing. It was monstrous. Three times its original size, impossibly thick, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. He gripped it, his enlarged hand barely wrapping around, stroking slowly, savouring the ecstatic jolts. “Ohhh, fuck yeah,” he moaned, hips bucking, a primal need overtaking him. His balls churned, swelling heavy and full, testosterone flooding his system.

The pleasure was unbearable, a mix of agony and euphoria. He yanked off his shredded clothes, standing naked and massive, every muscle flexing as he admired himself. His red hair was wilder, sweat-soaked, his eyes sharper with newfound confidence. His pale skin stretched over a body that screamed dominance, broad shoulders, chiselled abs, and a cock that could split a man in two. He loved what he saw in the mirror, and what he felt beneath his fingertips as he explored every curve and line of his growing form.

But the change wasn’t only physical. His mind twisted with each pulse of growth. Confidence drowned out his nerdy insecurities. Power coursed through him, rewriting him into a man who took what he wanted. He squeezed his massive nuts, snarling at the pleasure-pain, imagining the world bending to his will.

Sammy burst in, drawn by the guttural moans shaking the apartment. He froze. Lars stood before the dirty bathroom mirror, a towering epitome of raw masculinity. His dirty red hair curled wild and sweaty over his forehead, framing light blue eyes that burned with a feral glint. His flushed pink skin, stretched tight over a mountain of muscle, glistening with sweat, thick veins pulsing beneath. His biceps bulged obscenely, larger than most men’s thighs, and deep striations carved across his meaty pecs as they heaved with each breath. His quads twitched, massive and unyielding, forcing his stance wide, while his ass was hard, plump, and begged to be grabbed. At his groin, a monstrous cock hung heavy, veins snaking along its length, the head swollen and dripping.  

“Lars, what the…” Sammy choked, voice trembling. Lars turned, towering over him, grin predatory. “Get on your knees, Sammy. Now.”

Sammy hesitated, his heart hammering. This wasn’t his Lars. But his cock betrayed him, aching for the monster before him. “Lars, I…” he stammered, but Lars’ piercing gaze silenced him. He dropped, hands trembling as they reached for the impossible girth.

Lars grabbed Sammy’s head, fingers knotting in his hair, shoving him closer. “Suck it,” he ordered, hips thrusting forward. Sammy’s lips stretched wide, struggling to take the swollen head, gagging as it battered his throat. Lars groaned, the wet heat sending shocks up his spine. He thrust harder, loving Sammy’s choking, the way his slender hands gripped his thighs. “Fuck yeah, take it,” he growled, hips pumping with brutal rhythm. Sammy slurped, spit dripping down his chin, driven by desperate lust.

Lars’ body fed off the dominance, biceps swelling as he flexed, chest heaving. His cock thickened in Sammy’s mouth, stretching his lips further. He could feel Sammy’s submission, his trembling frame, and it fueled him. “You’re mine,” he snarled, shoving deeper, fucking Sammy’s throat with abandon. His balls tightened, the pressure building.

Sammy’s hands roamed Lars’ abs and quads, worshipping the god he’d become. Lars flexed, showing off his mass, the raw masculinity owning the room. The necklace pulsed one last time. Lar’s height ticked to 6’5” and his shoulders widened, accentuating his v-taper even more. His vascularity and muscle feathering surged as his cock pulsed bigger still. Sammy gagged harder, tears streaming. But he didn’t stop. He was too consumed by lust for the god standing before him.

The climax hit like a tidal wave. Lars roared, slamming into Sammy’s throat with a one deep, savage thrust. His cock pulsed, erupting in thick, hot volleys that flooded Sammy’s mouth, spilling out as he choked. Lars threw his head back in ecstasy as the climax rolled over him, his muscles twitching and his body trembling. As the pleasure subsided, he pulled out, his shaft still hard and glistening with spit and cum. With a flick of his hand, he unceremoniously smeared his dripping mushroom head across Sammy’s face. “Good boy,” he rumbled, voice thick with satisfaction.

Sammy slumped, panting, his face a mess of cum and sweat. “You’re… unreal,” he rasped. Lars loomed over him, radiating heat and musk. “Fuck, I could get used to this,” he growled, voice dripping with arrogance. 

Sammy’s eyes raked over Lars’ new colossal form, his gaze lingering on the obscene cock that was still pointing right at him. Sammy rose, hands sliding up Lars’ sweat-slick thighs, until he was level with Lars’ plump pecs. He briefly looked up at the handsome face above him before turning away. The tower of muscle above him was a walking wet dream. But what happened to the kind and caring Lars that he used to know? 

After a few moments of silence, Lars grabbed his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. In those light blues, Sammy saw a familiar kindness that made his heart melt. With that, Lars yanked him close, crashing their lips together in a tender embrace. When they broke apart, Lars smirked, “How’s that for roleplay?” tossing Sammy a cheeky wink.

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