#it was. cosmically bad. that bad i fucking left the campus as soon as i could and just came back home šŸ˜­
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w98pops Ā· 1 year ago
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no big updates because i finally got a full-time job, and i have a lot of commissions and trades to draw. BEAR with me here guys šŸ„±
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semischarmed Ā· 4 years ago
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Chrysalis, Part 2
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ā€œYeah... Steph broke up with me.ā€ I say to him, trying to bring some of the old Kyleā€™s feelings out to show some semblance of distress but there is nothing to bring out. Instead, I cannot help but go from a fake pout to a giggle. It obviously reads a bit creepy, but Red takes the awkward situation well, nervously laughing to match my giggling before giving a sympathetic grimace. ā€œOh man, Iā€™m real sorry about that bro, I know you two were super close. Fuck Steph. Maybe we can hang out or do whatever dude, just kind of get your mind off thingsā€ he states, as he reaches for a shoulder pat. I reciprocate by pulling him into a hug, much to his surprise, stating ā€œThanks man, for everything, I donā€™t think I can be alone right nowā€. And I never will be.
ā€œYeah man, anything you need, Iā€™m here for you.ā€ He warmly replies back, giving me a pat on the back. In our embrace, I take a whiff at his chest, remaking on his flavor. Woodsy, fresh cut grass, just a bit acrid and the smell of fresh rain. God he smelled good. I took another deep inhale, moaning imperceptibly before trying to slip inside him. Instead, I am met with disappoint at my inability to get inside my big bro. He pushes me back from my extended embrace with a slight crinkle in his nose, again treating the awkward situation in stride. ā€œBut uh, maybe take a shower firstā€ he laughs.Ā 
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Richard Levi- or ā€œRedā€ as he was better known- was my Big Bro at Sig Chi. Though, from Kyleā€™s old memories, it actually wasnā€™t until I met him a fourth time that I found out his name wasnā€™t really just ā€œRedā€. Apparently, the previous frat president was also a Richard and a less confusing name had to be chosen for the then-freshman. The frat had taken to calling him ā€˜Redā€™, on account of his fiery red hair and soon after, the entire school had caught on. Though it was mean-spirited at first, Red never seemed to have been bothered by it, and by the time I arrived, there had only been one ā€œRedā€ in the frat. Beyond that, my body knew very little about his Big Bro. From these memories it was fairly obvious that he has been trying to connect with the old Kyle after they had been paired, though Kyle was relatively disconnected in their conversations. Iā€™m not even sure why the old Kyle stuck around with all the frat stuff to be honest, since apparently this seemed to occur with all the other members of the frat. If anything, Kyle seemed to only open up around Steph. That is, until I became Kyle. The new Kyle was confident. He was attentive. He was social. In a sense, Me being him had allowed for ā€˜Kyleā€™ to be greater than the sum of his parts, we succeeded in areas where the other could not. Where Kyle was oblivious, I was not. Where I could not succeed socially in school, my newly confident self as his body could. In a sense, we completed each other through my possession of him. And I loved every moment of it.
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Iā€™ve been living through my forever host Kyle for a few weeks now and it has been nothing short of fantasy. FromĀ hanging out with my frat bros to getting hazed to winning a few more games. All of it was worth it. All of it made life feel like life.Ā Even the mundane feels great in his shoes. Waking up, brushing my teeth, exercising. Just living. Knowing it was me inside, me in his skin, using his hands, walking his legs, breathing in his lungs. Ecstasy.
A few of his-well, my- friends noticed the new and improved Kyle. Friendlier, less reserved, smellier. That last bit might have been my fault. I love Kyle, all of him- and that included his musky, putrid odor which has only intensified since his possession. With me running the show, this meat-suit canā€™t help but respond in kind by rewarding my constant ecstasy in this body with a steady stream of its pheromones. It also probably didnā€™t help that I had a penchant for covering myself in my teamā€™s scents and for avoiding any of his deodorant. In any case, I found it hot, I wanted people to know what this flesh of mine was. I was Alpha. I was living testosterone. Athlete. Me.
Still, I wanted to make sure I truly did have him forever. My old body had the ability to slip into others and ever since I had become Kyle, this new body has not been able to replicate the same feat. I speculated it was just a byproduct of my fairly recent acquisition but itā€™s been a few weeks now and I still havenā€™t had any indication that this body retains my old ability. Of course this came with the worrying thought that, despite all my preparation, all my effort, Kyle was still just a pile of flesh that my old body was just wearing temporarily. No. I canā€™t think in that way. This is me. I am Kyle.
So of course, Iā€™ve been testing my old abilities in this body, trying with every hand shake, every shoulder hug, any physical connection with someone to get inside them. Iā€™ve been fucking tons of cute guys on campus too, though no one in Sig Chi seems to have noticed. Either that or they had another reason to not bring it up- perhaps they were trying to avoid an awkward situation. In any case, despite all these attempts, Iā€™ve had no such luck with my little possession crusade. At least, I hadnā€™t until last week.Ā 
The last time I fucked Mark- some cute rando on the 8th floor of my dorm- I left a little of my cum inside him. In just that split second, I felt his mind and body open up to me, and I took advantage of that brief glimpse to jam just a bit of my arm inside. That was when I had my first epiphany. Of course. Me-in-Kyle was like a new body, not just me possessing him, so it only made sense that I had to rebuild my old abilities from scratch. Still, possession in this new Kyle body seemed to operate differently. Maybe it was the extra power from his vitality, but I definitely seemed to maintain the tiniest bit of residual control over Mark. Nothing too crazy, just very slightly influencing some of his decisions the following week like what he wore or making sure he didnā€™t tell a soul about the half possession. This had some application. My old body had been able to possess groups of people before, though it had some limited uses. For one, they had to be somewhat close to each other, and at some point, I could no longer maintain that state and my physical form had to reconvene, ending the session. This? This was different. Even now I can feel the traces of my control over Mark. Kyleā€™s sperm must be really fucking virile. Mixed with my latent ability for possession? We were potent.
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Before I could ponder what I could do with this new power, I began to feel a bump in the back of this body. Cosmic correction perhaps? Whatever it was, I felt myself being separated from Kyle. From Me. At least, most of myself was overcome with an intense numbness akin to the separation afterĀ a possession. One of my arms remained tethered to him, preventing the force from removing me Kyleā€™s body fully.Ā 
This, of course, chilled me to the bone. I didnā€™t just possess Kyle... I became him- if we were separated what would happen to each of us? For one, I embedded myself into him, became the crevices of his mind and self. Whatever would left over without me wouldnā€™t be Kyle or me, so much as it would just be a pile of living flesh. Likewise, what would become of me? The guy who no longer had a separate physical form from Kyle. I looked at my arms, quaking in fear at the events that had just transpired. What I did to me, to Kyle, truly was against the natural order of the universe. Was I on a ticking clock then? Doomed to one day disappear for my sin? I stared at my arms again. That was when I had my second epiphany. I smiled wickedly. So thatā€™s how it was.
Chrysalis. Thatā€™s what I called my special little device, my glorified sleeping bag meant to catalyze the process of forever tethering me to Kyle. I have long since disposed of the thing, but it was clear I had need for another run of the Chrysalis. Or rather, a chrysalis.Ā 
The second epiphany came in the arm that I had used to test possession through Mark, the arm that had kept me tethered to my true body, against the natural order. The second epiphany was that I was not complete. It was the need to balance the scales. A separate possession and container were need for me and Kyle to be one. Two became one. So, in much the same respect, what I needed was to balance the books. What I needed was to fully possess another as Kyle, thereby fulfilling the cosmic debt. ā€œOneā€ will stay as one through a process that fulfilled both my of requirements of container and possession. I need to possess someone. I need a human Chrysalis. And I knew just the guy. I immediately started masturbating. Iā€™m gonna need a lot of cum.
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So, thatā€™s where I am right now. Iā€™ve been hanging out with Red, nearly every day, making us closer, all the while slipping bits of my seed into him. I started out with just a bit in his water bottle during one of our gym sessions, when he wasnā€™t looking. God it was hot. I watched him choke a little too, when his mouth came across my wad of goo but nevertheless he downed it like a champ. He laughed the whole thing off but I could tell he was a bit disturbed by whatever was in his bottle. I was able to will him to hug me a half second longer than usual.Ā 
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Another time, I baked some nice cookies with a bit of me-juice in them. He found them delicious. I couldnā€™t help but moan a little when he first bit into it. He moaned too, before sheepishly stating ā€œmy bad bro, these are just some really fucking good cookies.ā€ I played along, giving him a ā€œAww thanks man. Made these special, just for youā€. He willfully ignored my wink after.
Half a week ago, I slipped a bit in his shampoo bottle. That was pretty kinky, until I realized he had just washed it all off. So yesterday, I put a big extra batch in his sandwich when he wasnā€™t looking. That one was apparently extra potent. He took his first bite- big, messy- getting a dribbling ofĀ  ā€œMayoā€ over his beard. Instinctively, he motioned to wipe it off with a napkin, but stopped him. He watched me quizzically, as I began to scoop the mayo sucking on the little extra I got on my index finger before stuffing the rest in his mouth. ā€œThe fuck? Dude...ā€ he chuckled gently as I felt both heat and tension increase. He was huffing, entranced, taking moist, shallow breaths as I tug on his beard, pulling his head closer to mine. ā€œYou need a bit moreā€ I whispered, as I began to unbuckle my jeans. Red snapped out of it, pushing me away, whispering ā€œwait... what the fuck man, what was that?ā€Ā For a few brief moments, we just sat there in awkward silence. He glared at me, before closing his eyes and taking a deep sigh. ā€œUh, look, I... wonā€™t tell anyone at the frat. ok? Just... donā€™t ever do that again. Anyways, I donā€™t even swing... well... Besides-ā€œ he chuckled, returning to his normal self and tousling my hair ā€œYouā€™re my little bro. Thatā€™s, kinda... like... incest, you know?ā€
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This oneā€™s a fighter. By now, thereā€™s gotta be a pintā€™s worth of my cum swimming inside him. Whenever he hangs out with me, I throw a little here and there. A quick squirt here, some extra cream in his coffee there, maybe a little extra icing on that cake. I make sure the parts of me inside him wriggle inside, get him extra hard, slam his brain with some extra dopamine around my scent. By all accounts he should be squirming in ecstasy when Iā€™m around. But Red... heā€™s a cut above the rest.Ā No matter what I do, he seems to just shrug it off. The most Iā€™ve ever seen was maybe a gaze linger half a second too long.
Itā€™s been a few days of this and I already feel the slightest dull sensation in my body. The universe trying to correct itself. Still, I have faith in my plans. Heā€™s almost ready, I think. And if he isnā€™t ready, Iā€™ll make him ready. I want this day to be special. The day I become Red and the day I truly become Kyle.Ā 
ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½End Part 2ā€”
Next one should be up relatively soon...
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