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In His Sneakers

I went out hunting at my local college campus. There’s plenty of young vulnerable guys who are unaware of the dangers they live through day-to-day. I was wearing Andreas to start the hunt, but I knew I wouldn’t be going home in him.

He was typical of the young men I was hunting so I wanted to blend in. As much as I like, wearing Latino men, I was looking for something different today. I was hoping I would find someone with a little more swagger.

Andreas shared some classes with Jerome. I saw them talking before I harvested him. Although I didn’t know the details of their relationship he seems like a pretty good target. He was a black man with braids that had that swagger I was looking for. He complemented my fit, saying how he wished he had a pair of Jordans like mine. I offered to swap sneakers for day with him after class. He took me up on the offer and I knew I had my opportunity.

I walked with him through the halls until I found a quiet spot in the halls near the restroom to set my bag down. He sat down and started to untie his sneakers. As he was looking down distracted, I gave him the jab with the bodysuit syringe. He looked up at me with an expression of confusion and betrayal. But it was too late for him to save himself. I drug his quickly hallowing body into the restroom for the harvest.

Jerome was just the kind of guy I was looking for. He has that effortless swagger, a killer style, and a handsome face. I’m excited to wear his dark skin. Although this was definitely a betrayal, I kept my promise with the sneaker swap. I couldn’t help it, it pulls my new style together.

I put Andreas away and walked home in my new skin. I think I look great in it. I think it was a great hunting expedition to campus. 

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Hello, I need your help. My best friend got cheated by her boyfriend, an homophobic douchebag that is in love with himself. He always makes fun of me when she is not looking and now he cheated on her.Can you give him his money back? Trapping him inside a gay bottom twink or something? Your pice will be mine. He deserves the worst for what he did!

When I read this I was hooked immediately. Not that I really cared to be honest. I mean, it is bad what he did, but for me, it was mostly an excuse. There's something really satisfying dealing with such a guy.

So I got on the road the same night. Luckily it wasn't that far. Antony even gave me the name of a bar where that guy frequently hung out so as it was friday, the urge to get there was even stronger.

When I got in, I couldn't see him based on the pictures Anthony provided. So I sat down to have a drink. The bar was moderately busy and I looked around, wondering if anyone could maybe help as there surely would be several knowing Lyle.

So eventually I started chatting to a guy sitting next to me. He actually knew Lyle, but just barely from the bar. He showed me another dude, though, that should be closer to Lyle.

It probably was a bit weird to ask about him like that even though I pretended to wait for him. But that guy didn't seem to care.

So I didn't care either, especially when that friend of Lyle went to the restrooms.

‘Why not’ I thought, going after him.

When I got in, he stood infront of a pissoir, his body nicely framed, a bit leaner than Lyle but easily some kind of gymbuddy.

‘Classic’ I thought when I saw him there, the room otherwise empty besides a closed stall.

But this wouldn't be the first time I acted in such a situation so I stepped to the urinal besides him, prepared to hit him with a shot as soon as he was finished, dragging him into the next stall, making sure not to be too rampant.

As he was sitting on the toilet seat infront of me I really got excited. He really wasn't the worst to slip in. Short hair, stumbled face, sporty, wearing a casual T and rather tight jeans which I was happy to get off now.

Seeing him naked, getting flatter and flatter only added to the appeal while I got naked myself.

As I eventually stepped out in my new persona the guy from the other stall was washing his hands, watching me suspiciously.

“What is it?" I hit him, getting quite the kick on speaking with my new voice the first time, but the other guy didn't reply.

Back in the bar nothing much had changed. So I went to the guys I saw my new persona with. Turned out to be a pretty good source of information, giving me quite some insight of Lyle though they probably exaggerated as he probably did to them as well. But after that I was pretty sure that he wasn't cheating just that one time. Unfortunately it turned out that he wouldn't be in the bar tonight. But this shouldn't be a problem at all as I got his address, making a bit of a fool of myself as the guy I was in probably would have known it already.

After another drink I eventually heading out, searching for the car the keys in my pocket belonged to. Took quite a while to be honest.

10 minutes later I stood in front of a small bungalo. Light was on. So I stopped onto the porch.

“Lyle?” I knocked. But nothing happened. When I listened at the door I could clearly hear voices, movement. So I knocked again louder. “Lyle, common! It's Keith!” I added.

Another moment passed until I heard footsteps. Then the door opened.

“What the fuck!” was passed along while a topless Lyle appeared, having his belt open, clearly coming from some business he wasn't keen on being disturbed from.

“You got company?” I asked cheekily which he answered with an annoyed nod.

And I don't know what really crossed my mind, but more on instinct than on a clear plan I quickly reached into my pocket, pulled out a syringe and stuck it into his waist before he could even begin to wonder.

I smiled, pushed my way in and looked around.

“What just…Keith?”

A girl was sitting on a couch separating the entrance to a living area, turning her head at the scene I was providing, just wearing a bra and clearly not being his girlfriend.

“Ah! I'm sorry. He seemed to have forgotten our plans” I said, taking the steps towards her to give her another shot as she was frozen in irritation.

“Caught in the act” I smiled, walking around the couch to get a good look. She was quite cute with long, dark blonde hair and good equipment under her bra.

As I saw them both, now on their way to be good suits, an idea came to mind. Something I haven't done or even thought of so far. But when it got to my mind I had no other chance than to do it. It was just the perfect opportunity.

So I got to Lyle dragged him to the couch before getting him naked, doing the same to his date. Then came the tricky part, but I really was determined.

A good half an hour, it was ready. Sitting on the couch, just wearing her tight slip was that girl. Or should I say, both of them, neatly tied up on hand and feet.

“What…” she got out, clearly still busy. But as she let out her first words a certain look came on to her eyes.

“Where…” again she froze, looking around and finally down at herself.

“What is this! What…” she let out again, not able to process the situation, finally looking at me.

“Keith, what is this! And why am I… my voice… my…” she said looking down at herself. Or should I say, himself.

“Isn't it nice to see the world from a new perspective for once?” I said, looking at her with a devious smile before coming closer.

“She got quite the bod” I said “Isn't she?” while my hand slid over her voluminous breasts.

“Don't!” he stuttered.

“Or what? You seemed to liked her pretty much” I replied “and I can't complain. That face, those tits, and not to miss what awaits down there” I said, stroking along her body before diving between her legs.

“What… ahh” he let out in a mixture of anger and discontent.

“Don't you wonder what pleasures all those chicks get with your manly work?”

His eyes widened. “You…” was all he was able to get out before I pulled up the cloth around his neck, limiting him to nothing more than muffled sounds when I took his hand to lead it towards my crotch.

“We will have a lot of fun”...

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Daemon: Another Clue (4)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

Fred was back at the museum where the Daemon Ritus was stolen and he looked around the shattered glass. He kicked a piece and it clinked along the tile. Someone coughed behind him and Fred turned to see a group of officers arrive.

"Who invited this cartoon?" Officer Barrel was looking out over his shades and Fred rolled his eyes. Barrel was the lead investigator on the Daemon Ritus case, hired by the museum insurance company.

"So what do we have here?" He squatted over the glass and slipped his glasses in his shirt like some crime show cliché. Fred crossed his arms and backed away, looking at the whole scene. There was nothing, at least nothing that could be seen with the naked eye and with Barrel and his goons he wasn't going to be getting any closer. Fred used his phone to snap a couple of photos before pulling out a napkin and using it to pick up the glass he kicked earlier, discreetly putting it into his pocket.

"So what did the cameras see?" Fred walked over to the security guard on duty as they scanned the playback of security footage.

"There's a shadow right before the case shatters. Just a shadow though, nothing we can make out except for how large it is." Fred could barely make anything out because of how fuzzy it was, the result of an outdated security system.

"Hey, Jones," Barrel approached Fred with a smirk, showing a message he just received from someone at home base, "an old lady called in something you might find interesting. Remember Spooky Island? Turns out someone spotted something that matches the description of your little monsters. Figured you might want to go play detective with something a little more up your alley. Monsters in masks and all." Barrel winked like the piece of shit he was and turned back to the shattered glass. Fred was biting his tongue, but he knew these things were connected. They had to be. This lead him to the apartment complex where he interviewed all the way up the building until one apartment. They were hiding something, he had a hunch, and when he found the sketchbook he knew exactly what it was.

On the way back to HQ, he spotted the guy he chatted with and another taller person. Someone he assumed was the guy behind the door. Abandoning the Mystery Machine, he stuck to the shadows and behind other club goers and he kept on their tail. He was able to witness it all, the conversation at the bar, the seduction on the dance floor, and then peering around the corner he watched Max switch husks.

"Fucking monster. He did it out in the open." Fred furrowed his brow and ducked back into the crowd as the two individuals left with a new body.

I woke up the next day and could barely see a few feet in front of me. As I rubbed the morning haze out of my eyes I noticed Max in the bathroom, spotting him through the slightly open door. He was looking at himself in the mirror, stretching out his face to see if he could get any more comfortable inside the club stranger. He moved on from his face, letting is snap back into place before he rubbed his hands down the inside of his open shirt.

"Cute glasses." I appeared in the doorway and he jumped a bit. I spooked the daemon which made me chuckle. Now I knew that when he was startled his eyes would glow.

"I don't have to wear them if you don't like them." He said.

"No. I think they really are cute." I pushed them back onto his face as he started removing them. He turned back to the mirror and touched himself.

"This husk can't be the permanent one. There is something that feels off." I slipped my hands under his arms and moved them up his body. I pressed myself into him, taking in the scent of his new body. Was that peppermint? Right when I reached for his pecs, he flexed them so I could feel them better underneath. He turned around, face to face with me and I felt the bulge growing in his underwear. I reached inside, grabbing ahold of his cock and grinning as his eyes became a brighter green. I pushed him up on the counter and continued to play with the tip of his cock as he shivered from the human pleasure. Stripping out of me clothes, I hungrily lifted up his legs to expose his hole and my tongue explored between his thighs until I was fully tracing his asshole with my tongue. His eyes were almost rolling back as I dipped my tongue inside of him and when I felt like it was sufficiently slathered in my saliva I crawled back up his body until my already leaking cock was aligned with him.

"I want you to use me." He was panting as the tip of my cock pushed into him and he relaxed his whole body, sending me forward and filling his hole with my erection. I pushed his arms up, looking at his tattoos as I rammed myself into him. He bit his lip as I fucked him, the sounds of panting and groaning filling the bathroom. With his legs up at my shoulders, I leaned into his chest and kissed his nipple, my tongue circling the sensitive tit. My hips slapped against him until I was suddenly feeling the pleasure build up from my balls and I was exploding inside of him with moans so loud I was certain the neighbors could hear.

"Fucking hell." I was sweating and I looked him over, lines of his own cum having been smeared across his body. He was licking his lips, savoring the part of his own load that landed on his lips and panicked when we heard the sound of banging on the front door.

There was someone on the other side as we frantically recovered from our fuck session, missing buttons and grabbing our bags to make a quick escape, but it was too late. The frame cracked and in walked the handsome stranger. He stared at the two of us, I was frozen in place and Max was already getting into position for a fight. I could him tense up as this new individual took a few steps forward. This was yet another person I had recognized, but couldn't quite place. Of course, it only took me a few seconds to realize who he was and it was odd not seeing him with his dog.

"Norville?" I was a little in shock, two members of Mystery Incorporated showing up was a little odd. That's what I get for running around with a monster.

"They call me Shaggy." He looked over at Max who was fuming, but suddenly seemed calm. His neighbors were already peering through the broken door frame and Max's sudden calmness was something I would have to trust, dodging the stares as the police were being called.

"We don't have to worry about him." Max said as we made our escape.

"So you found a human to play with?" Shaggy was looking at me.

"He saved my life." Max squeezed my hand as we finally stopped to catch our breath.

"A human saved your life? I don't think so." He pinched the back of my neck and I swatted his hand away.

"What the hell, dude?" I turned quickly and Shaggy growled with a pair of glowing green eyes. Max came to my defense by stepping between us. I looked angry and my face flushed hot.

"We've got a lot to catch up on." Max smiled back at me.

Shaggy's place was different than I imagined, but from what I could gather this wasn't really Shaggy. Whatever creature was inside him commandeered his life and decided to take over.

"So can you explain what's going on?" I asked, making myself at home in his man cave, which was actually quite nice. Someone was making money. Or stealing it.

"Well, this part of my story started after the incident on Spooky Island. I was able to get away after Daphne kicked my ass onto that stupid disco ball. Once I was kicked out of my body I needed to find someone to enter right away and while the chaos was happening I dragged Shaggy down into the caves and forced his protoplasm out. I had to do it fast and it was easy to crawl into him. You remember how good I am at that." He looked over at Max who nodded.

"Incredible." I said under my breath, but they definitely heard.

"You think so? Maybe this human will be fun to play with." He squinted at me with a slight curl of his lip which made me blush.

"So what are you doing now?" Max asked.

"I thought I was the only one left. Not all of you were as smart as me, but it turns out there was at least one." He slapped Max in the leg like they were old bros. "I ended up tearing apart Mystery Incorporated from the inside and started a podcast where I talk about unsolved mysteries while playing video games." He motioned to his sick set up, a series of screen, cameras, and microphones all set up with some mood lighting surrounding it. "Plus, people like seeing what I've done with this body and I am not afraid to show it. I went from twink to hunk." He flexed his arms and they swelled to the size of baseballs. Max could tell I was enjoying how cocky he was being.

"What do you want from us?" Max and I asked in unison.

"I figured we should at least be around each other. Two of the only creatures left in a whole species." He looked at me and then came and sat down. "Now that I've been around him for a minute I can see why he appeals to you." He leaned in and smelled my hair.

"Oookay." I dodged his sniff and stood up with their eyes following me. Two sets of glowing green eyes glued to me.

"What? I was just having fun."

"Do you know why Fred is after us?" Max asked.

"Nope. Didn't even know that dweeb was still around. Assume he's just trying to solve another mystery and fill that empty detective hole in his heart." Shaggy shrugged and leaned back into the sofa. "You two are welcome to stay here. If that twat Freddy shows up I'm sure we can take care of him." He stood up and started removing his clothes as he walked to the bathroom, leaving a trail behind him. He was completely nude by the time he got to the start of the hallway, looking back at me with a sneer.

"Are you okay?" Max asked.

"Why was I drooling?" I asked, turning back to him.

"Kind of." He chuckled.

"You know, I'm not seduced as easily as you think I am," I cuddle up into Max on the sofa, "I only need one daemon in my life." He kissed me and then pulled at my waist as Shaggy took a bath.

Fred was able to get to the apartment Shaggy tore the door off of before anyone else was able to arrive, picking it apart and unable to find anything. He was getting angry with the situation, the lack of clues, the weird interaction with Shaggy, the fact that no one was connecting the museum break in with the monster sighting it was making his skin crawl. He left the apartment before anyone knew he was there, leaving the broken door behind and found himself driving over to Shaggy's new place. He was remembering the day Shaggy left after Scooby died and then once he was gone Daphne and Velma also decided to go their separate ways. Daphne quickly sold her book titled Damsel and then started writing a mystery series that took off. Velma was the perfect scientist and started her own pharmaceutical company that also dappled in beauty products. Fred Jones changed the name of Mystery Incorporated to the Fred Jones Detective Agency and became a private investigator.

"Hello, old friend." Fred said to himself as he pulled up outside of Shaggy's place, needing to be buzzed in. With an exasperated sigh, he drove past the opening gate and reluctantly knocked on the front door. He listened as whoever was in there rumbled around and then the door unlocked and Shaggy was on the other side pulling a shirt on.

Shaggy slipped the shirt over his head and invited him in, "Sup, Freddy. Long time no see."

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Originally posted at The Male Transformation Blog as part of the Caption This series. -ElFantasmo See that awesome shit? That’s going to be mine, and that makes me a very happy ghost.

Dude’s name is Craig. He just got done moving in, and he’s so tired he passed out on the bed without even putting sheets on it.

I make my way toward my new body, swaggering with confidence. This kid didn’t stand a chance in the long term - I’d seen him drinking and smoking during the move in, and those were the two things I missed the fucking most about having flesh, aside from fucking.

It might not be easy, and part of me hoped it wouldn’t be - hard won is more satisfying for me, and more effective at making my invasion a true transfer of ownership.

I sit down in the bed and scoot myself over so that I’m sitting on his crotch. After a brief moment, it begins, and I start to sink into his waiting flesh. I take care not to line myself up with the rest of him as I adjust my position - I want to posses the living shit out of his cock, first.

I’m sitting up with my legs in between his spread-eagled legs, and a few fidgets later I feel that my spirit schlong has found it’s new fleshly home.

I don’t even have to work at it - my long pent up desires do the deed, and my soul slithers its way into my new member. A quick, powerful punch of physical sensation, my first in 23 years, causes this cock to leap up into cold-steel rigidity.

“Oh fuck yes …” I whisper, overwhelmed.

The sudden erection causes Craig to moan in his sleep, some of my ecstasy bleeding back into the cock that’s still also his.

A glow surrounds the cock as the analogous part of my soul merges with it, and the sight nearly sends me headlong into seizing the rest of him right now. As the light penetrates deep into the core of the penis, my awareness of its size and the sensations its feeling doubles, quadruples - I nearly lose control again, but manage to hold on so this goes according to plan.

“Oh fuck, that feels amazing,” Craig mumbles in his sleep, and I begin to concentrate on my task. Now the glow of alien soul devouring its competition within the flesh has permeated my new cock and spreads to the scrote, letting me sink completely into the pelvis.

Another burst of physical pleasure assaults me.

“Oh fuuuuuuugme running …” I mumble, hearing Craig mumble the same words through his slumber.

Pleasure permeates my being as I feel the merging of my soul and this amazing 8 inch tool complete.

Trying to calm my delighted panting, I move forward. Now, phase 2.

I concentrate, making my hands just substantial enough to be felt while still able to penetrate a millimeter deep into the stolen skin along the sides of my stolen cock.

I tickle and stroke the possessed schlong, feeling untold pleasure as nerves are stimulated both on the surface of and within the epidermis, in places never before touched.

Craig jolts and partially wakes, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding out from a cock he’s rapidly losing to my subjugation.

Craig’s hands plunge below his waistband and wrap themselves around the member in the ways he normally masturbates, and even through the haze of sleep and pleasure he feels himself being touched in places his hands are not.

“Oh Jesus FUCK this is awesome ohGodohGodSHIT thisissogood …”

Craig instinctively increases the speed and pressure of his strokes even as his mind awakens to the sight of his cock aglow with supernatural thievery.

“Waitno, thisisn'trightAAAAAAGH FUCK! What'shappenAAAAGH FUCKFUCKFUCK yes oh yes!”

He knows this is wrong, but can’t bring himself to stop, and I refuse to stop the process. No matter what I do, I’ll be inside of him, but that’s not enough, and I barely hold out on allowing us to come - the time wasn’t right, I needed an absolute stronghold position to launch my total invasion from.

“Give in, Craig,” my hollow voice echoes in the room. “I’ve already won, your cock is mine, give in and drown in the pleasure, let it absorb you, let ME absorb you …”

I feel terror billow up from part of him, but I throw it against the part of him awash in the pleasure I control and am barely able to contain.

“Who the AAAAGH SHITSHITSHIT please no, I, please AAAAGH Godthat'ssofuckin'good …”

Having learned the pattern of strokes he uses when he seeks to wring pleasure from himself, I forcefully insert my spirit hands into his flesh hands, making them my puppet gloves. They shine with the process of my soul absorbing and displacing his inside of them, and the sudden feeling of my own hands on my own cock sends me plunging deep into an orgasm I knew I’d never match again, but would spend my entire new life chasing after.

The sounds Craig makes are more animal than human, his mind becoming a soft and maleable thing under this onslaught.

I slam myself backward with all of my might, amplified by the spasms of sheer pleasure arcing through both my soul and the nearby flesh. Already joined in the ecstasy, the process of soul invading flesh becomes ravenous, and without intent my legs spasm into their new living matter and consume it.

I am one with my new magnificent body, welded together by my desire and the sensations only flesh can provide.

After what seems like a pleasant slice of forever, coherent thought returns through the fog of post-orgasm. I can feel Craig’s psyche surrendering itself to me, exhausted by the war of sensation waged on it by its own body. I sit up and look at myself, a new wave of happiness and pleasure engulfing me. I watch the patterns of light dancing within me as my soul continues the process of digesting its competition. Power thrums through my muscles as formerly alien soul makes this flesh its home, and the previous tenant soul gives up its life energy to its new master.

“I did it! Oh my God, I did it it worked this is actually me!”

I shakily stand as I accustom myself to my body, at once both familiar and spectacularly new.

I run my hands across my chest, gasping and closing my eyes at the sensations that flood from the sensitive skin, still flushed and sweaty. When I look down again, I see whorls of light following my fingertips beneath my torso as I lightly stroke down my abs. Smiling in delighted surprise, I feel the tracks of my strokes teasing out more of Craig’s soul for mine to consume.

Desire for different pleasures blooms in my mind and my torso. My chest is demanding smoke. My smile deepens, and I take a deep breath. My expanding chest releases a burst of light.

The pieces of Craig’s mind I’ve subsumed automatically reach for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter and guide me to the balcony.

Ignoring Craig’s habits and re-asserting my own long-denied addiction, I light the cig and draw the smoke deep within myself, expanding my chest to its limits to allow the smoke maximum access, watching in amazement as the smoke itself causes a cascade of light within me.

After a few seconds I realize I’m holding it in, and chuckle through the exhaled cloud. Old feelings and long buried sensations burst to the surface.

“Craig. Hi, I’m Craig. Man, this is weird.”

I turn to my reflection in the sliding glass door, and let Craig’s muscle memory dictate the next drag. I watch in amusement as my face assumes a “look at me” aspect as I draw on the smoke, waggling the eyebrows a bit and sprouting a charming smile. Oh yeah, he definitely had the whole ‘being macho means being strong and smoking and drinking’ thing going on.

“Nice to meet you, Craig,” I say to my reflection as I let Craig’s mildly cocky attitude take root within me, and make another ‘ain’t I a badass?’ face at myself as I slowly draw on my smoke.

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First Time’s Free

“Come on Josh… I didn’t know you wanted to go to the gym tonight. We were just supposed to the movies,” Peter whined. He hated how much time Josh spent in the gym. It seemed unhealthy. But every time Peter would bring that up Josh would just flex his arms asking if they looked unhealthy. No. The answer was always no.

“C’mon man. I couldn’t go to the gym today. Besides I got like four free days for friends,” he said, “You don’t even have to pay.”

It really wasn’t up to Peter to decide what they were doing. Josh was driving. There really wasn’t another way for him to get back home. Instead he’d have to think of something that might get Josh to do something else. “I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t want to get my polo all sweaty and gross.”

Josh instantly started digging in his back seat. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got just the thing.” He pulled out a sweaty old muscle shirt and some fabric shorts. There was no way they had been washed for a while. Dirt clung to the side of the shirt while sweat stained the shorts. Hopefully it was sweat. “You can wear these,” he smiled while tossing them at Peter’s chest.

“I can…” Peter said dumbfounded. “These are definitely clothes that I can put on.” He had a distinctly disgusted tone to it but Josh didn’t care. It was time for his workout. He led little Peter into the gym.

“Locker room over there. I’ll wait for you out here.” Josh always used a lot of hand gestures when giving directions. “I’m going to get started and if I finish fast enough we can still go see that movie.” Peter was feeling like he should protest but only knew it would make Josh take even longer. Bitterly, he drug his feet on his way to the locker room.

There were so many big guys all over the place Peter couldn’t really believe what kind of gym this was. Sure he expected there to be some guys like Josh but it was like everyone. Peter kept his eyes front. He didn’t want to be caught checking all of the other guys. That would just make him feel even more embarrassed.

Peter waited a few moments before started taking his clothes off. Shyness was practically what he was known for in high school. He thought back and wondered how he was friends with someone like Josh. This was the first time he’d actually stepped into a gym that you had to pay for. However his mind quickly changed to the smell of the shirt Josh had given him. It completely assaulted his senses.

“This. Has not. Been. Washed,” Peter blankly said holding the foul smelling shirt away from his body. He looked at it completely disgusted. “Ugh,” he groaned knowing he would have to spend at least an hour here whether he wore it or not. He weighed his options again. Sitting awkward at a gym with a bunch of buff dudes in khakis and a polo, or actually trying this shirt on and walking on a treadmill.

“Fine…” he groaned as he pulled the shirt closer. It was absolutely massive on him. He couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid he looked. Josh weighed like twice as much as him. Of course his shirt wouldn’t fit him properly.

“Bro’s got a massive stank too,” he laughed. “Needs more body spray.” His voice deepened as he checked himself out in the mirror. His muscles looked like they were lacking today. It was a good thing that Josh suggested going to the gym. He flexed for himself checking them out. For some reason they seemed so much smaller than usual. “Nah man, It’s just cause Josh is so big,” he tried easing his ego. Really the shirt wasn’t that big. He tried a different pose in the mirror. He wanted to flex his chest. His pecs were feeling tight. With another pose the shirt fit him even better.

Another laugh bellowed out of him. “Da fuck am I thinkin? Shirts mine. Fits like a glove. I musta left it in his back seat when we played football the other day. That’s why it’s so wicked dirty.” He lifted up his shirt and slapped his abs. “Bro wishes he was as jacked as me. He’s got the height but I got the real bod.” He flexed again, “Damn right.”

Peter left the locker room feeling pretty good. He felt like he had energy to work out all night. “BRO!” he shouted across the gym.

“BRO!” Josh shouted back. The two beat their chests laughing. They were ready for a long night of working out.

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Daemon: Surprise Guest (3)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

I let my eyes drift open after having spent the entire night with Max. The now open windows let in a much light as possible now that Max was inside a body. Safe to bask in the beams. I found him standing out in the living room, looking out at Crystal Cove and wearing nothing but a tight pair of underwear. I sit down on the sofa and admire him while he enjoys the warmth.

Eventually, he joins me, slipping his hand over my thigh while getting comfortable on the coffee table, "I'm really starting to enjoy being human." He leans his head on a hand, eyes glowing a beautiful green.

"Starting to?" I chuckled.

"You know what I mean." He leans into me, pushing be back onto the cushion in the same positions we were in the night before. We kiss as my hands slide along his abs and then around his waist, pulling him closer to eliminate the space between us.

"What?" I ask as he pulls away.

"I think I should find a permanent body." He pushed his bulge against mine, looking at me as his eyes return to the normal color.

"Permanent?" I scrunch my face slightly, we were having so much fun hopping from body to body.

"I think I want to create an identity now that I'm free from the island. You know? Not just Max, but like Max the human. Someone you want me to be if you wanted - I owe you so much for helping me survive. You have no idea what you've done for me." He pushed his head onto my shoulder and I felt him breathing, his heart pounding in his chest. Was he nervous?

"Really?" I was blushing. "Well, if it's going to be someone new, I think we should really consider who it should be. But I shouldn't be the one who picks. You should decide what your future is." I push my hand through his hair and we cuddled there, staring at each other.

"When I was back on the island, there were a lot of snobby college kids who thought they were better than the rest because they came from money. The one's who were specially invited were just part of Mondavarious' plan to accumulate power and wealth. I guess technically it was Scrappy, but that's the past. I'm here with you, now, and I'm loving every second of it. I feel more free than I ever have."

"What did I do?" I shrugged.

"You were kind to me." He responded.

We were listening to each other's heartbeat when there was a knock at the door, one that sounded pretty aggressive. I slid out from underneath Max and ran to look through the keyhole. The man on the other side was handsome in a blue varsity jacket. I could have sword I had seen him before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He looked gruff, and something about him made my cock stir.

Max came up behind me, grabbing my waist and taking a look through the peephole. His face dropped and his eyes flashed green before he calmed down and they became Alex's brown. I was confused, but I played along when he pushed me behind the door and opened it, keeping me out of sight.

"Hey, man, I got a call from one of your neighbors about seeing a creature lurking outside the building? It's tall, purple-ish skin, have you seen anything like it?" The man's voice was so familiar that I realized who it was and why Max was afraid. It was Fred Jones.

"Nah, man, just the normal stuff around here. I go running often and I think I would have seen something like that." He flexed his pecs, taking on the personality of Alex which was actually really hot to witness. Max was playing it off, even laughing the way my asshole neighbor used to when he thought he said something slick.

"Alright," Fred sighed, "take my card, if you see anything please don't hesitate. I'm Fred Jones from the Jones detective agency."

"I know who you are."

"You do?" Fred squinted.

"Yeah, I have a TV. I remember you from back in the day. What was it, Mystery Company or something?"

"Mystery Incorporated," Fred rolled his eyes, "please let me know if you see anything weird."

"Will do." Max started to close the door, but was suddenly stopped by Fred's shoe.

"Hey, do you mind if I come in for a drink of water? I've been chatting with all the neighbors and I am parched." He started to walk inside, but Max immediately extended his arm and held the door to prevent Fred from entering.

"Hey, bro, you can't just do that." Max pushed him back and as he stumbled back Fred caught my eyes peering through the hinges. Fuck.

"No worries." Fred dusted himself off and readjusted himself before walking towards the stairs. As Max closed the door, I rushed over to the window and looked down at the parking lot. Sure enough, the mystery machine was parked in the lot with its faded paint. Fred appeared from the entrance and had his phone up to his ear.

"Yeah, I think it's here. There was something weird about this one apartment," he leaned against the van, "no, I'm not - listen with the Daemon Ritus gone and this creature wreaking havoc doing who knows what we have no idea what is actually happening. Anything that solves the mystery, right?" He looked up at our window and I threw myself backwards to avoid being caught. Max was there to catch me in his arms.

"Thank you." I said with a smile. I dusted myself off.

"I'm sorry. I think I may have caused some trouble." Max had this apologetic look on his face that was super cute.

"No need to apologize. I know you said you wanted something more permanent, but I think we might need to get you a new temporary skin." I said, going to the kitchen and pulling out the jar. There was now a couple layers of tape around the lid for extra security. We were going to need to find a new body, but this time we were going to have find them.

We enjoyed ourselves as we got dressed for a night out in Crystal Cove, putting on our best club attire. Max's body had a closet filled with clothing meant to show off his sexy body and I had thrown something together from my own closet, making sure to leave the top buttons undone to show a little bit of my chest.

"You look nice," Max said, unbuttoning another button to show a little bit more and sliding a finger inside the shirt, "now let's go have some fun."

The music was loud and I involuntarily nodded my head as we walked in together. I had been here before, one of my favorite local hangouts with a wild history. The back parts of the building was a local mine shaft that had closed down and eventually the city sold it after some drama with the buyers and it became Crystal Cove's hottest spot for the gay scene. I like coming in during brunch for the drag shows.

"Can I get a gin and tonic. He'll have a - " I looked over at Max who was already dancing in spot, " - two gin and tonics plus a tequila shot. That's for me."

"You brought a friend tonight?" Mel was a very talented bartender and they tossed the glasses and bottles around like it was nothing. They quickly poured the tonics and then dressed the shot glass, covering the rim in salt before pushing the lime slice onto the glass. I passed Max's drink to him and then slid my card to the Mel.

"On the house. I'm glad you're seeing someone." They winked at me and then walked over to help another club goer. Max bounced from side to side before chugging the drink I have him. I took the shot, trying to save face, and when I looked back at Max he was making a face at the glass.

"What is this? It's disgusting." He put the glass on the bar top.

"I forget you're new to alcohol." I chugged my own drink and just as I put the glass back on the bar Max took my hand and spun me out onto the dance floor. He pulled me into him as we started grinding on each other with the bass bumping around and odd looks abound as this hunk danced with this tall chub. His hands moved into my waistband and I could feel his finger pushing against my ass as I pulled at his back, my fingers getting knotted in his fishnet shirt.

We were still looking for a new body, but we took the time to enjoy each other until we both saw someone watching up. He was sipping from a thin black straw at a booth at the edge of the building. He smirked when we both looked over, a signal. Max went over first, he was, after all, controlling that sexy body. I reached inside my cross body bag and pulled out the covered jar containing Alex and waited for Max to give me the signal.

"He wants both of us." Max came back and whispered in my ear with a grin, took my hand, and brought me back to the stranger. I was in awe as the stranger took us into the back, the cave and all of its mine shafts were still lit and was now used as a hook up spot. The man spun to face up when we reached a corner, pulling me into a kiss. I was taken by surprise, but his lips were so soft and I eventually started easing my hand around his waist. Max slid his hand around our waists and then the stranger kissed him. I took a moment to grasp the jar in my bag and then felt it slip into the dirt below. I used this as an excuse to start unbuttoning the strangers pants.

"Oh, fuck yeah." He said, pushing his groin out obnoxiously as Max continued to make out. Max stepped away for a second and let me take the lead. He took the jar and disappeared into a dark corner to open it. When the stranger went to look, I swallowed his cock and he closed his eyes to moan and enjoy the feeling of my wet mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max's convulsing body as he swallowed the protoplasm. The stranger was now too preoccupied, shoving my head onto his cock until I was choking, to notice the monster appearing from my neighbors chest. Before he could scream, Max let out a deep breath of green smoke and laid Alex's incapacitated body in comfortable position. I could feel the stranger's cock throbbing as I forced his cock farther down my throat, pre dripping inside of me. I continued to suck even when Max pinned him against the wall, ripping his shirt open and shoving his claws deep into his chest to rip out his protoplasm. He pushed it into the taped up jar and held up his body as he continued to throb in my mouth. After tightening the lid, he pushed himself inside the stranger as his cock continued leaking inside my mouth.

I was finally able to come up for air, stroking his hard cock as Max slid inside his new husk. His cock pulsed in a strange way once I saw the creature's feet lift off the ground and dissipate inside the stranger. His eyes opened and they were the bright green I was getting used to seeing. His leaking cock suddenly exploded as Max stole the climax and moaned out in bliss.

"Let's get out of here." I said, wiping my mouth. Max pulled himself together while I checked on Alex, hoping he would wake up and assume it was a wild night and cough it up to drunken stupor. We headed to the stranger's place, our old apartment no longer a safe haven due to Fred's investigation.

Fred tossed his phone into the van and jumped into the driver's seat. He pushed the back of his seat all the way down and stared at the peeling fabric on the roof of the vehicle. With an eye roll he dozed off and waited for night to come.

The sky was dark when he opened his eyes and the street was quiet except for the occasional drunkard or Uber driver completing their final trips for the night. Fred reached over and grabbed his bag of tools, pushing it onto his shoulders and then stepping out of the van to look up at my apartment complex. Lock picking came easy to him now that he had done it so many times, a skill he learned on the road to compensate for the fact that people thought he was just the dumb himbo face of Mystery Inc.

The door clicked open and he closed it to make sure no one would witness him breaking and entering. With a flashlight, he opened drawers and cabinets, making sure to put everything back in its spot. The search was fruitless, the Daemon Ritus was no where to be found and Fre had no idea where me might get his next lead until he saw the sketchbook left behind by the occupants. He flipped through the pages and tore out the rough sketch I had drawn to help Max communicate. This was his next clue and now Fred knew that this purple daemon had an accomplice.

[the-daily-body]

Ey m8 I wanna be an alpha chav u culd do sumfin bout dat?

Alpha Burst

Well you already sound pretty dumb, so we’re basically half way there. Being an alpha though, that’s a bit more tricky. You either are one, or you’re not. Not to worry though, I have a solution. There’s this new vape flavour, ‘Alpha Burst’ that’s currently doing the rounds, apparently it drastically heightens the user’s cockiness. Sure, there are - unsubstantiated I might add, reports that it ‘kills brain cells’. But what’s a little dimming in favour of being full of yourself and fit as fuck? An appropriate trade-off, no?

Here, take a little hit. Just one. Yeah, feels good doesn’t it? Let it go straight to your head, filling it up with smoke. Clouding your thoughts. You’re probably already struggling to think clearly. Take another hit. Just one more. Nice init? The smoke flushing your head of needless shit, expelling it out your nose and into the air. Disintegrating into nothingness. Don’t you look so much harder, more manly? That’s it, relax your back. Let that hand wonder down your trousers. Make sure people know what you are. Exude that alpha chav energy.

Take. Another. Hit.

That strength, that power, it’s addicting. And every puff you take, takes a little more away from your head. And every thought gone makes you feel so much better. You try and hold back but another huge plume flows out of your lips. So what if you willingly flush every moment of higher education from that vacuous thing you call your brain. So what if words become a struggle to read. So what if every learned skill fades into the smoky haze. So fucking what.

Every part of you will soon match the growing smirk on your face. The piles of Nike fleeces, the TN trainers. The cheap Lynx body spray radiating from your body. The basic ass haircut that you confidently watch get buzzed into your skull. The two syllable words that leave your open mouth.

You’re better like this: dumb and confident. The embodiment of ‘crude chav.’ You enjoy people viewing you like that. You enjoy them giving you side eyes and crossing the street to avoid you. It only validates your ALPHA presence. Another hit and another. You no longer even have to consider it, forgetting how many it’s been now. Surround yourself in that intoxicating, mind sapping mist. The vape is part of your dwindling identity, essentially glued to your hand wherever you go. A cloud following behind you. Swaggering as if you own the ground beneath you.

Who needs a job, you ‘think’. People should happily pay you for your mere existence. Pay you so you can buy more of your favourite vape flavour. It doesn’t take long until you set up a new social media profile. ‘Alpha Chav Cashmaster’. As if there weren’t enough thickheaded dolts littering the internet. ‘Open u wallet n get in my dms’ you post, like you weren’t the tenth findom lad to say the same today. Telling them ‘y not send nother’ as you take just ‘one more’ hit from the vape.

Draining subs makes you feel oh so superior. Every send makes your cock stiffen, eyes roll. Makes you forget your intelligence is on par with a zoo animal. Even if that’s what your ‘paypigs’ like about you. Your most appealing quality. Giving you cash to see you struggle to string together a sentence in response.

The fact that you’re essentially a paid service to help get others off, as you publicly debase yourself is rather lost on you. After all, you’re just a brainless Chav Alpha. You quite literally advertise yourself as such. It’s all you’ll ever be. All you want to be.

~

Hey, you still listening? What do you think of the flavour then? 10 boxes? Good lad. And there, you’re done. Another naive dummy to add to my vape client list. Here, take some free vape pens. Just make sure to pass them onto a ‘mate’. Like you, they’ll soon be wanking themselves stupid at the thought of draining a sub’s bank account dry.

All it takes is one hit.

[the-daily-body]

Reconnaissance

"You're gonna love the new office, man," Mike said, slapping his friend Alex on the back as they strolled through the early morning park.

Alex nodded, his eyes glazed with a blend of excitement and dread. "Just don't let it be anything like the last place. You remember how Janet from accounting always smelled like... burnt toast?"

Mike chuckled. "Yeah, but think of the perks! Free coffee and maybe a gym membership. Plus, we're moving up in the world, right?"

Alex forced a smile, his mind racing with the long list of potential horrors the new office might hold. "Right," he said, trying to sound more convincing than he felt.

As they cut across Lafayette Park, the air grew thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of city traffic. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft, warm glow across the dewy grass. They quickened their pace, their shoes crunching the gravel as they weaved through the quiet paths.

In the distance, Alex spotted a young twink walking a fluffy Pomeranian on a hot pink leash. The dog's prancing steps and cheerful yaps echoed through the stillness of the early hour. His owner's lithe frame and bouncy step mirrored the dog's energy, his blond hair reflecting the light like a halo around his head. Alex couldn't help but feel a pang of envy; the twink's carefree demeanor was a stark contrast to the knot in his own stomach.

Under the shade of a nearby grove of palm trees, two handsome gay men had laid out a picnic blanket. They sat cross-legged, sipping from matching travel mugs, their laughter spilling out like music as they shared stories and smiles. The scent of freshly baked bread and the faint aroma of a citrus fruit salad wafted through the air, making Alex's stomach rumble. One of them, a dark-haired Adonis with a five o'clock shadow, leaned over to kiss his partner's cheek, leaving a smudge of lip balm. The other, a fair-skinned man with a sculpted jaw, playfully swiped at his cheek with a napkin, his eyes sparkling with affection.

The muscular man doing calisthenics nearby was a vision of discipline and vitality. His t-shirt clung to his body like a second skin, revealing the contours of his chiseled abs as he executed perfect push-ups, his body moving with the grace of a dancer. Each grunt and exhale resonated through the park, a symphony of effort and strength that seemed to charge the very air around him. He paused briefly to wipe the sweat from his brow with the hem of his shirt, and Alex felt a strange attraction, a yearning to be that powerful, that unabashedly masculine.

Mike broke the silence with a sigh. "You know, I've been thinking..."

Alex looked at him expectantly, his eyes flicking from the calisthenics god back to his friend. "Yeah?"

Mike took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the distant office buildings. "I think this job is gonna be a game-changer for us. It's like we're stepping into the big leagues."

Alex nodded in agreement, his eyes lingering on the glowing skyscrapers in the horizon. "It's just... I don't know, I'm a little nervous about starting over."

Mike clapped him on the shoulder. "You'll kill it, buddy. You're the smartest guy I know. And hey, if all else fails, at least you'll look great in a new suit."

Alex chuckled, trying to ignore the rustling he heard from the bushes by the park gates. It was probably just a squirrel or some early morning joggers. But as the sound grew louder, his heart began to race. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting towards the commotion.

"Mike, do you see that?" Alex whispered, pointing at the shadows that seemed to be moving with purpose.

Mike squinted, his eyes following the line of Alex's finger. "What? The bushes? Maybe it's just a raccoon."

Alex didn't take his eyes off the spot. The rustling grew louder, and the black outline grew more defined, shifting into the shape of a human figure. He swallowed hard. "I think we should go," he said, his voice quivering slightly.

Mike rolled his eyes. "You're seeing things, man. It's just the jitters." He slapped Alex on the back again, a bit too hard this time. "You're just nervous about the new gig. Relax."

But Alex couldn't shake off the unease. The sound grew closer, and suddenly, the man doing calisthenics by the palm trees was jolted mid-push-up. He glanced around, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion, before a flash of black engulfed him, and he was yanked into the bushes. The scene unfolded so swiftly that Alex could barely believe his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

"Mike, did you see that?" Alex hissed, his eyes wide with horror.

Mike, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up with a frown. "See what?"

Alex pointed at the spot where the muscular man had been moments before, his finger trembling slightly. "The guy, the one doing push-ups," he whispered urgently.

Mike followed his gaze, his eyes squinting in confusion. "What about him?"

Alex's jaw dropped. "He's... changed." The man who'd been doing push-ups had emerged from the bushes, his muscles bulging, his skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat. The once-tight t-shirt looked painted on, stretched to its limits by his newfound size. The sleeves had been ripped clean off, and his biceps flexed with the power of a dozen men.

Mike squinted. "You're not serious, right? Did you have a little too much to drink last night?"

Alex's heart raced as he watched the bulked-up figure strut out of the foliage, a cocky smile on his changed face. "No, Mike, look!" Alex's voice was barely above a whisper, fear coating his words. But Mike was too absorbed in his screen to notice. Alex's eyes were glued to the man, who was now flexing his arms, the veins popping out like electric cords. The skin on the man's face was taut, as if it didn't quite fit. He used his fingers to smooth it out, stretching his cheeks and nose, his eyes flickering with something that wasn't entirely human. It was like watching someone put on a Halloween costume, except this costume was made of flesh and bone.

Without warning, the man lifted his arm and sniffed his own pit. The gesture was so casual, so unexpectedly intimate in this bizarre context, that Alex felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment. But the man's reaction was anything but natural. His eyes lit up with something akin to hunger. He whistled sharply, the sound piercing the quiet morning air. Alex's blood turned to ice as he realized the whistle wasn't a mere signal—it was a call to arms.

Three figures bolted out of the bushes, each one more terrifying than the last. They were marines, or at least they looked like marines, but something was off. Their uniforms were a shiny, almost wet-looking black rubber, reflecting the early light like a trio of inky pools. Each one was as muscular as the man who'd first emerged, their bodies bulging and stretching the material to its limits. The smell hit Alex next—a heady mix of sweat, rubber, and something faintly chemical. It was overwhelmingly male, overwhelmingly potent.

Alex's instincts took over and he darted behind a park bench, his heart hammering in his chest. The twink with the Pomeranian was frozen in place, the dog barking frantically at the newcomers. The two lovers on the picnic blanket had gone silent, their laughter replaced by the clatter of their dropped mugs. Alex watched as the marines fanned out, their eyes scanning the park, searching.

Mike, still oblivious, was scrolling through his phone. "What's going on, Alex?"

Alex's voice was a choked whisper. "Hide!"

Mike looked up from his phone, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a sinewy Latino marine with a buzzcut and a gleaming smile swooped down on him like a hawk on a field mouse. Alex's heart lurched into his throat as the marine's rubbery hands wrapped around Mike's shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace. The marine's skin was stretched so tautly over his bulging muscles that it looked ready to tear at any moment, and the scent of him was intoxicating—like a mix of new rubber and a locker room after an intense workout. Alex's mind reeled, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

The marine lifted one of his thick arms, bringing it under Mike's nose. Mike's eyes widened, his body stiffening as he took in the aroma. The twink looked on, his eyes wide with terror, his Pomeranian barking hysterically as it tried to pull him away. The marine's pit was a cavern of sweat and power, a scent so potent it seemed to silence the very air around them. Mike's struggling ceased, his eyes glazed over with a strange mix of fear and fascination. The marine's grin grew wider as he pushed his arm closer, the sound of fabric brushing against flesh muffling Mike's muffled protests.

The twink's eyes darted around, looking for an escape as the second marine approached him. The man was a mountain of muscle, his rubbery skin flexing with every step. The twink's lithe frame was no match for the marine's bulk, and he was easily picked up despite his flailing limbs. The marine brought his own bulging arm to the twink's nose, the musky scent of his armpit enveloping the smaller man's face. The twink's struggles grew weaker, his body going slack as he breathed in the heady fragrance.

With surprising agility, the marine hoisted the twink above his head. The twink's legs kicked wildly, his shorts riding up to expose a peek of his jockstrap. The marine took advantage of the moment, yanking the shorts down to reveal the twink's bare ass, pale and unblemished in the early light. Alex's heart raced as the marine leaned closer, his grin widening to reveal a mouthful of gleaming white teeth. The twink's eyes grew huge with fear as he realized what was happening.

The marine's arms grew wet, as if lubricated by some unseen substance, and he pushed both hands into the twink's gaping mouth. Alex watched, his stomach churning, as the marine's forearms stretched and distorted, sliding into the twink's hole with a series of obscene, wet sounds. The twink's eyes bulged, his cheeks puffed out like a blowfish as the marine's rubbery limbs disappeared into his body. The marine's shoulders and biceps followed, his skin stretching like taffy as it squeezed through the twink's tight opening.

Alex's gaze snapped back to Mike, who had dropped his phone, his eyes locked on Alex with a look of horror. The Latino marine had one hand wrapped around the back of Mike's neck, the other buried in his throat. Mike's face was reddening as the marine's arms pushed deeper into his body, his throat stretching and bulging with each sickening inch. Alex could see the outline of the marine's muscular forearms moving beneath Mike's skin, like a pair of serpents wriggling under a taut blanket. The marine's smile never wavered, his teeth gleaming as he pushed in further, his body seemingly compressing as it forced its way into Mike's.

The sound of the twink's moans grew louder, his body convulsing as the marine continued to stretch and squeeze himself inside. The rubbery limbs slithered and squelched, his massive boots disappearing into the twink's body with a wet pop. Alex's stomach churned, his mind reeling as he watched the two men be consumed by these monstrous intruders.

Mike's eyes grew wild, his hands grasping at the marine's arms as they bulged through his skin. The marine's boots slid into his mouth, the rubbery material stretching and suctioning into Mike's maw entirely. The smell hit Alex like a truck—sweat, rubber, and musk—as Mike's nose and mouth were filled with the soldier's scent. Alex's vision swam with horror as Mike's body grew taut, his shirt tearing at the seams as the marine's torso pushed into his.

The marine's legs began to slide downward, his rubbery thighs thickening as they squeezed into Mike's skinny legs. The fabric of Mike's pants split open as the marine's muscles bulged through, the sound of his shoes bursting echoing through the silent park. Mike's feet ballooned into the same gigantic size as the marine's, the stink of rubber and sweat now emanating from his soles.

Alex's horror grew as the marine's head started to stretch up into Mike's throat as his features stretched and distorted. The marine's hands, now fully inside Mike's, began to manipulate his body like a puppeteer, making him flex and pose unnaturally. Mike's eyes rolled back in his head, his face a mask of pain and bewilderment as his arms grew longer and bulkier, the marine filling him out like a balloon animal. Alex watched, frozen with fear, as the marine's hands slipped into Mike's, thick and powerful, his knuckles popping out like those of a heavyweight boxer.

The marine's head suctioned into Mike's, the skin of their faces merging like molten wax. Alex's stomach lurched as he saw Mike's nose flatten and widen, his cheekbones become more pronounced, and his jawline square off. His face grew more defined, the skin on Mike's body tightening over the new, more muscular structure beneath.

The transformation was complete when the marine's head disappeared entirely, and Mike's body jolted upright. The once-slender frame was now a powerhouse of bulging muscles and sinew, the new occupant flexing and stretching his new form. Mike's eyes snapped open, but they were no longer Mike's; they were the piercing, steely gaze of the marine. Across the park the twink's soft, pouty mouth was replaced by the marine's firm, commanding one, and his voice had deepened to a gruff growl. He looked down at his now-massive chest and flexed, the former twink's lithe body now a canvas of thick, bulging biceps and a washboard stomach. His legs had thickened into tree trunks, and his ass was now a round, muscular shelf that would make any gym-goer weep with envy.

The other marines, now fully inside their hosts, strutted over, their rubbery skin glinting in the early sun. The possessed civilian men had morphed into a pack of hyper-masculine soldiers, their movements coordinated and powerful. They gathered around the picnic blanket, where the two lovers were now bulging masses of muscle and sweat, their former selves indistinguishable. The dark-haired man, now a towering brute, flexed his arms, the fair-skinned man's delicate wrists and hands now thick and veined, his fingers curling into fists that could crush rocks.

Alex watched, his hand clamped over his mouth to stifle the scream building in his chest. He was transfixed by the transformation, his eyes flicking between the new marines. They slapped each other's backs, their high-fives reverberating through the silent park. The men's laughter was deep and gruff, the sound of a frat house after a workout montage. The twink, his body now a muscular behemoth, bent over, his massive glutes flexing as he picked up his tiny dog. The Pomeranian yipped in his new owner's oversized hand, tail wagging with excitement or fear, Alex couldn't tell.

He knew he had to do something, had to get help. His trembling hand reached into his pocket for his phone. But before he could even grasp it, a shadow fell over him, the scent of rubber and sweat overwhelming. He looked up to find the final marine towering over him, his grin wild and his eyes glinting with mischief. The man was the most muscular of the group, his rubbery skin stretched tight over bulging biceps and a chest that looked like it could stop a truck. The smell coming off him was far more pungent than the others—like a gym locker stuffed with week-old workout gear.

"Looks like you're the last one," the marine said, his voice a gruff taunt. Alex felt a cold shiver of fear run down his spine, his hand tightening around his phone. But before he could even think of dialing, the marine grabbed him by the head, his thick, gloved fingers digging into his scalp.

"Take a deep breath, boy," the marine ordered, his voice a gravelly purr. Alex's nose was shoved into the damp bulge of his crotch, the smell of his sweat-drenched latex making him gag. The scent was a noxious cloud of cheesy funk, ripe and thick, and it filled Alex's nostrils like a punch. His eyes watered, and he tried to squirm away, but the marine's grip was like a vice.

"Good boy," the marine grunted, his calloused hands wrenching Alex's face closer to the damp crotch of his rubbery armor. Alex's nostrils flared as he was forced to inhale deeply, the cheesy reek of the marine's sweat so potent it seemed to coat the back of his throat. The scent was overpowering, a miasmic cloud of testosterone and rubber that filled the air around them. With every breath, Alex felt his panic ebbing, his muscles unclenching despite the horror of the situation. It was as if the very essence of this alien creature was seeping into him, calming him, dominating him. "Take another," the marine ordered, his voice a gruff rumble that seemed to resonate in Alex's very bones.

Alex obeyed, his eyes watering as he took another deep, shuddering inhale. The smell was thick, a heady mix of male pheromones and something... else. It was alien, yet strangely alluring, and his cock began to stir in his pants despite the fear coursing through his veins. The marine chuckled, his laughter a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very ground beneath them. "You like that, don't you?" he sneered, his grip tightening. "You're going to love what I've got in store for you."

The marine leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across Alex's cheek. "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be inside a little queer like you." He whispered, his words dripping with malice. "I bet you're all about that musk, aren't you?" Alex couldn't form words, his brain fogging over with the overwhelming scent. His eyes glazed over, and his thoughts grew hazy, the only thing clear was the marine's smell.

With a grin that was all teeth and no kindness, the marine announced, "Alright, I'm going in." He didn't bother with finesse, shoving his arms into Alex's gaping mouth. Alex felt the stretch and burn of his throat widening, his body desperately trying to reject this intrusion, but it was no use. The rubbery limbs pushed deeper, the marine's skin sliding into his own with a wet, stretching sound that seemed to echo in his ears.

Panic set in as the marine's bulging biceps filled his mouth, his thick wrists brushing the back of his throat. The scent of rubber and sweat grew stronger, filling Alex's nose and throat, but instead of fear, he felt something else—a strange, overwhelming euphoria. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced, a warmth that spread from his core outwards, wrapping him in a blanket of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He tried to scream, to resist, but all that came out was a muffled moan, his voice lost to the thickness of the marine's arms.

The marine's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light as he pushed further, his chest and abs slithering into Alex's body like a serpent made of muscle and sweat. Alex's own skin stretched and bulged, the marine's rubbery flesh seeping into him, filling him out with a newfound strength and power. His throat convulsed around the thick torso, his body betraying him with a shiver of pleasure.

The other marines watched with rapt attention, their eyes alight with excitement. One of them, a blond giant who'd been a middle-aged office worker mere moments ago, let out a low whistle. "Looks like Cap found a nice, snug fit," he quipped, his voice a deep bass that seemed to rumble through the ground.

Alex felt his throat stretch and expand to accommodate the marine's thick boots, the rubber squeaking and popping as it slithered down his gullet. The smell was indescribable—like a football field after a rainstorm, mixed with the pungency of a gym that hadn't been aired out in weeks. Yet, as the boots disappeared into his body, the feeling of power that had begun in his throat grew stronger, spreading through him like a wildfire. His eyes rolled back in his head as the marine's legs pushed into his, the fabric of his pants stretching to the point of tearing.

The captain chuckled, his voice a deep bass that seemed to resonate through Alex's very soul. "You're taking it like a champ," he murmured, his words vibrating through the rubber that was now Alex's flesh. The other marines had gathered around, their new, muscular forms flexing and stretching in the early morning light. They were like a pack of wolves, eager to see their alpha take his new form.

Alex's body convulsed as the captain's head pushed into his, the sound of skin stretching and popping like bubble wrap. His own eyes widened with terror as the captain's face pushed through his, his features distorting into something monstrous. The captain's eyes were cold, calculating, his smile a sadistic sneer as he took over Alex's terrified expression. "Ohhh fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about," the captain groaned, his voice now a deep, resonant bass that seemed to shake the very air.

The Captain's new body was a cacophony of sensations—his skin tight and stretched, his muscles bulging and pulsing with unnatural power. The smell from the captain's pits was a potent cocktail of sweat and rubber, so intense it was almost tangible. It filled his nose and lungs, a scent so thick and overpowering that it was like breathing in pure male virility. His stomach churned with a mix of fear and arousal, his cock hardening against his will.

The other marines, their own host bodies now fully under their control, gathered around, their grins stretching from ear to ear. The blond giant that used to be Mike slapped the captain on the back, his hand landing with a wet slap against the rubbery flesh. "Looks like the captain's got himself a hard-on for the job," he jeered, his voice now a deep baritone that seemed to resonate through the air.

Alex felt his own cock stiffen against his will, the alien presence inside him controlling his body's responses. The captain chuckled darkly, his rubbery hands reaching down to palm the bulge that had formed in Alex's pants. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" he chided, his voice now a deep, gruff taunt that seemed to resonate through Alex's very soul. "You want a taste of this?"

The blond giant, who was once Mike, took a step closer, his own bulging muscles shifting and flexing with a grace that seemed almost inhuman. He leaned in and slapped the captain's bulging crotch playfully. "Hey, Cap," he drawled, a wicked glint in his eyes, "Don't go forgetting we gotta keep that tongue of yours for the ladies." The former twink's voice had deepened into a bass that seemed to rumble from the very earth.

The captain, now fully ensconced in Alex's body, grinned wickedly, his rubbery fingers still wrapped around Alex's thickening cock. "Don't worry, I'm just breaking it in," he said, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down Alex's spine. "But once we're done here, I'm definitely going to be plowing some pussy with this queer cock."

Alex felt his body responding against his will, his dick growing harder and thicker with every twist of the captain's hand. His mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion, but the alien presence inside him was growing stronger, overwhelming his thoughts with images of power and dominance. The other marines watched with hungry eyes, their own bulges growing as they awaited their orders.

The captain stepped back, his hand still wrapped around Alex's cock. "Alright, men," he barked, his voice a command that seemed to echo through the deserted park. "Recon mission begins now. Keep a low profile in those fleshsuits until we spot our target."

The other marines snapped to attention, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "Sir, yes sir!" they barked in unison, their deep, gruff voices bouncing off the surrounding trees. With a nod from the captain, they dispersed, their bulging muscles rippling as they moved in a coordinated fashion that seemed almost inhuman. They melded into the early-morning shadows, becoming a silent, lethal force of nature.

Alex's heart raced as he felt the alien presence in his body take control, his own thoughts receding into the background. He was just a passenger in his own flesh, a silent observer to the horror unfolding. The captain's gaze swept over the empty park before settling on the street beyond. A beautiful woman, her hips swaying in a tight skirt and her blonde hair bouncing in the early morning light, walked by, oblivious to the monstrosities hiding just out of sight.

The captain's smile grew hungry, his rubbery hand squeezing Alex's cock with a newfound gusto. "Well, gay boy," he murmured, his voice a deep, guttural purr that seemed to resonate in Alex's very soul, "Let's make you a man, shall we?" The words sent a shiver down Alex's spine, a mix of terror and arousal that made him feel sick.

With a grunt, the captain began to strut Alex's body over toward the unsuspecting woman, his rubbery legs moving with a confidence that Alex had never felt before. Each step sent waves of power through Alex's body, his muscles bulging and flexing with every movement. The woman looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of the hulking figure approaching her. The captain's gaze locked onto her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory lust that made Alex's stomach drop.

As they got closer, the woman's eyes flickered with attraction. The captain leaned in, his nose brushing against her cheek as he whispered something in her ear. Alex's mind screamed for him to stop, but his body was no longer his own. He watched in horror as his new, monstrous self bent her over the hood of a nearby car, hiking her skirt up to reveal her naked ass with a lustful smile. The captain's hands roamed over her body, his touch leaving a trail of sticky wetness that made her skin shine in the morning light. "Yeah, just like that," he murmured, his voice a gruff, animalistic growl that seemed to make the woman quiver with anticipation and Alex in silent horror.

[the-daily-body]

What Happens After Everything?

Requested by @uglybackstabber

Here's the Prologue

Chapter 1

Everything happened so fast, like having my whole life flashing before my eyes. I never wished for this to happen but the old decided that I'll be inheriting the goo whether I liked it or not. Talk about him justifying his decision to turn his selfish, greedy family into puppets when he's just like them. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, as they say. To be honest, now that I have his memories, I just want to get out of this mansion and look for another job. However, since I control everything around here, I am already set for life. I guess there's no harm in learning how to live my life with the unwanted gift that the old man has given to me.

I wake up to the sound of flesh slapping. I open my eyes, take a deep breath, and sit on my bed to see Chad jerking on the chair in the corner of the room. I was smitten the moment I saw him with Anton that day. I guess until now, I have wanted him for myself because of his Moreno look. He looks like a character straight out of a romance novel that you can read. Tall, dark-skinned, chiseled body, and god damn, his dick is too big for his own good. I guess I might become selfish for turning him into a puppet but his personality is just awful that I can't stand listening to his idiotic ramblings. So when Anton brought him here another time, I decided to take him and turn him into my human Ken doll.

"Good morning, Julien. How do you want me for today?" Chad asks as he sits up in attention, putting his rock-hard dick inside his briefs.

"Hmm, let's see, how about you are my horny boyfriend that always wants to fuck me but knows that I'm the one in charge? You will try your best today to seduce me using your words and your body." I say as I put on my robe and stand up in front of Chad.

Chad's eyes rolled at the back of his head as his body shuddered in his seat. After a minute, he sits straight, his eyes staring straight into mine, as he slowly stands up and embraces me.

"Oh, fuck, Julien, I want your ass right now. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll need a cane to walk straight. Please, give me everything you've got," Chad pants, his body writhing in pleasure while grinding his groin against my body.

"Oh, Chad, such a romantic. C'mon, breakfast will be ready." I reply as I smile. Chad holds my hand as he leads me out of my new bedroom and down to the dining area. The servants under my control already prepared a feast as I sat down at the head of the long dining table. Chad turns the chair sideways as he sits down first before asking me to straddle him. I grin as I happily accept his offer. I feel his throbbing, rock-hard dick pulsing beneath my ass as Chad continues to grind his dick on me all while feeding me my breakfast. Soon after, the whole family joined me for breakfast.

Mr. and Mrs. Torres sit together beside me as they greet me with a smile on their face. After learning that they already planned to poison the old man to inherit his empire, the old man decided to turn both of them into puppets. The old man still loves his son but is disappointed when he lets his greedy wife tell him what to do. For now, Ben and Iza act like a loving couple to each other. Always honest and kind to others while keeping an open mind. As for the business, the old man let them handle anything business-related since Ben technically inherited the old man's empire and now acts as the CEO of their conglomerate.

Right after the couple, Ralph proceeds to sit at the table. Second son of the old man and the problem child. Ralph has this bad-boy vibe that you can't help but love. The old man turned him into a puppet way back when he was in college and was addicted to cocaine. The old man still let him retain his memories but was forced to act discreetly to not shame the family name. I love having him around since he's a party animal and will fuck anyone he looks at. He sees me while Chad feeds me breakfast and gives me a smirk.

"Ha! You wish I will suck your dick, Ralph. What happened to that chick you banged last night?" I ask him as I take another spoonful of egg and rice from Chad.

"Slut doesn't want to be seen with me since I'm the bastard Torres. Like Ben is a fucking angel." Ralph comments as he looks at the lovely couple.

"Hey! Don't bring us to your pointless conquests. Iza and I are happy on our own. If you want to be part of the company, I would be happy to share it with you." Ben laughs as he wraps his arm around his wife.

"Nah, bro. That's your role, remember? At least I can do whatever the fuck I want now that the old man is gone." Ralph answers.

"Actually, I'm thinking of having you as my sexy Daddy toy, Ralph." I interject as Chad continues to feed me.

"No way! You already have my nephew and that himbo, I think I already earned my freedom when I let you fuck my ass the last time." Ralph tries to negotiate.

"Freedom? You can't even function if you go somewhere far from me for a long period. If anything, I'm giving you a chance to use your body to entertain me so I don't get bored and just turn you into a mindless corporate drone." I explain as a matter of fact.

I can feel how my statement scared Ralph as he clears his throat and proceeds to eat his breakfast. I was thinking of apologizing to him but remembered that there was no use in doing that since it was the truth. Without me serving as the host for the goo, all of them would lose control of their bodies and will be stuck in a vegetative state. The old man made sure that his children would not be able to go against him so he decided to have the goo replace parts of their brains. Pretty cruel in my opinion but there's nothing that I can do to reverse it. So better than crying over spilled milk is to make use of what's available. As we all continue to eat our breakfast, Anton walks up to me and gives me a passionate kiss before sitting on his chair. He greets his parents and his uncle before he sits down and starts eating. I notice he has his laptop with him as he proceeds to eat his breakfast.

"How's the search going, Anton?" I ask him.

"Well, I already identified 3 men who meet your criteria for physique, background, and behavior. I would say that I can give you a list of 5 names by the end of today." Anton happily reports.

"If that's the case, then I have an announcement to make. Everyone, please." I say as all of them pay attention to me.

"Well, as you all know, I am now the host of the goo. As much as I want to get rid of it and live a normal life, I don't want to turn into ashes. So, here's what will happen. Ralph, I want you to look for a private estate for me to move in. Somewhere near here you guys can visit me for your scheduled maintenance. I still need to replace the goo inside your heads now and then to function normally." I say to Ralph as he takes a mental note of his task.

"Ben, I want you to create a separate bank account for me and make it so that I'll be part of the company's payroll without even working there. Make sure that I won't show up in any tax reviews or my identity becomes public knowledge. You're smart, you figure it out. And for Iza, I want you to find me a security officer. Discuss my criteria with your son and make sure that the person you recommend has connections with the military. I want someone from the inside and I want to take care of my problems before they start becoming one." I say to the couple as they agree to my order.

"That's all everyone. Now, I want a status report by dinner and make sure there's progress. I will not tolerate uselessness. Is everything clear?" I ask as everyone nods their heads.

"Awesome! Now, excuse me. I have a bucking stud that's been edging to fuck me all day." I say as I look at Chad, permitting him to bring me back to our room and have some fun.

Chad grins like a kid as he lifts me while straddling him like I am weightless. I shot a glance at Ralph and Anton.

"You two can join me once you've done your tasks. Ben, Iza, we should have some fun later after dinner." I say as I use the goo to make everyone at the table instantly horny and leaking.

I laugh as I let the whole family panting and wanting on the dining table while Chad carries me to our bedroom. I'm starting to see why the old man loves taking control. Feeling the power inside me grow brings this unusual need to dominate everyone around me. I guess I'm still slowly integrating myself with the old man's essence. Chad opens the door to our bedroom as he gently lays me down. He expertly strips me of my clothes as well as his. He gets on top of me while his body glistens in sweat.

"Fuck, Julien. I'm so horny right now, baby. I want to fuck you so bad. Please let me pound that tight hole of yours." Chad says as his eyes shine with lust and hunger while his body heats up and trembles from pleasure.

"Hmm, I think I'd like to have your huge dick inside me. But first." I say as I snap my fingers.

In an instant, Chad's body stiffens and starts shaking. His dick instantly grows rock-hard while his eyes roll at the back of his head. I open my mouth as a slime tentacle extends from it before engulfing Chad's dick. Chad lets out a bellowing groan as he starts cumming like a broken faucet into me. This is the reason why the old man used Anton to gather his friends that night. To find a strong-bodied male who can endure the goo's alteration to become its source of nutrients.

Though Chad lost most of his motor functions when the goo altered his body, I felt him simply becoming a living sperm-producing machine was a little limiting. So, every day, I would let him use some of his memories to formulate a personality that I desire for the day. So now, not only do I have an endless supply of cum for the goo, but I also have a perfect human fuck toy that can become whoever I want him to be. Once I have my fill, I snap my fingers again, causing Chad to fall asleep and flop down beside me. I retract the slime tentacle back inside my mouth as I hug Chad while we lay down. I guess living like this isn't so bad after all.

[the-daily-body]

Daemon: Loose Lid (2)

NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story

I got up from the bed and looked back at Max sleeping after the long night of exploring his new body. To be fair, he did plenty of exploring my body as well, rolling between the sheets. Never in my life did I think I would find myself in this situation, but I was full of curiosity. I left him on the bed, a slight snore coming from under the blankets, and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. The smell swirled in the air and I enjoyed the scent as I sipped it in front of the machine. Halfway empty, the mug made a small clink as I placed it down on the counter and returned to the bedroom.

Max was grinning at me when I leaned against the wall and he rolled to the edge of the bed, sliding down his underwear to expose the plump mounds Dan had worked so hard on. With a blink, his eyes flicked from their usual hazel to the bright green of the creature currently controlling Dan.

"This body craves you." Max said with a little bit of a growl. I don't think Dan was actually craving me, but the daemon inside him getting to feel human lust.

I was too distracted by the mating display to see the covered jar sliding off the night stand and landing on the carpet with a thunk. The lid, which had come loose from Dan desperately bouncing around inside of it, popped off and rolled along the floor as I quickly scrambled to stop it. Max dug his head into the mattress to avoid his mouth from being exposed, but Dan didn't care much as he bounced off the walls. My eyes followed the blue ball until it went straight for me. I ducked, hearing it bounce off the wall behind me, and then looked up just in time to watch it fly directly towards his exposed hole. With a loud pop the protoplasm disappeared between his cheeks and up into his body. Max howled as he turned over, writhing against the bedspread as he scrambled to pull off his shirt. His chest began to glow and I quickly closed the curtains in the bedroom to avoid any sunlight pouring into the room.

With his back arched, I watched as Max appeared from his chest. He was forced out of his body and landed on two feet in front of me still too large for the room and ducking down to fit. Dan on the other hand woke up in control of his body and was panting as he looked at the two of us in horror.

"Dan, don't panic. I know - " I started.

"No! What the fuck just happened? What the hell is that?" He started to push himself away from us, stumbling off the bed and out into the kitchen without seeing an answer to his questions. As he stumbled, he knocked my half full cup of coffee off the counter and it exploded on the tile. Max jumped into action and caught him at the front door, breathing his green breath into his face. Dan collapsed in Max's grip and he looked over at me with a questioning glance.

"I think it's time we found someone else."

Max needed to stay inside in order to remain safe and made sure all of the blinds were closed. Without a human body protecting him he couldn't go anywhere during daylight hours. This meant that I was left to search for potential bodies. I didn't mind, I was vetting pretty much everyone in our apartment complex. I thought about all the neighbors and one particular asshole came to mind.

The thing about Dan was that he's a good guy. He deserved his body back. I should also say that I am not the end all be all of deciding who deserves their body. That being said, my neighbor is an asshole. Alex is a cocky and cruel son of a bitch. A combo that is particularly deadly considering how hot he is. His mental acuity wasn't great, causing him to puff out his chest to maintain physical superiority when he didn't have the mental one. It only took two knocks for him to open the door, answering it without a shirt and on the phone.

"Hold on, my weird neighbor is at the door, I'll call you back." He hung up, "What's up?"

"Hey there, neighbor, I just needed your assistance. I was - um - making breakfast and I -"

He interrupted me with one of his lighting fast retorts, "Couldn't open a jar with those chicken arms?" He flexed his biceps. This was the usual conversation, he always found a way to talk about his body. I at least had height going for me.

"Yeah, that's exactly it. How did you know?" I was a little smug, but it went right over his head as he followed me inside my apartment. With all the curtains closed, it was relatively dark, which piqued his concern.

"Why is it so dark. You should really open a window, maybe that's why none of the neighbors like you." The airhead was already too far inside and Max slammed the door shut. He picked up the jock like he was weightless and growled at him. He opened his mouth to scream, but Max didn't give him enough time as he started digging in his chest, pulling out his protoplasm with a wet slurp. Alex slumped in his grip and I put him in a fresh jar. This time, I made sure it was airtight before putting it in a drawer in the kitchen. Max climbed over his body and growled at him as he pushed his lips open and started turning into the glimmering dust to enter his body. Max looked back at me just before his demon dog head swirled inside of his body and Alex was convulsing as Max got comfortable inside him.

As he stood, I could tell he felt different inside him. He stretched a bit and walked towards the window to see him in the light. The sliver of sun that slipped in through the fabric travelled the length of his body, standing there is a sexy confidence as his new skin protected him. His eyes flashed green, happy with his new host.

"He feels different than your friend, bigger, stronger," He turned towards me, "hornier." His grin was inviting and I leaned back as he came over, pushing me onto my sofa and straddling me until he decided to push his lips against mine and we were making out. My cock was bulging and I slid off my briefs from underneath us, my cock bouncing out and slapping against his ass cheeks. He removed his workout shorts and I felt his warm ass lowering onto my hard member. I gasped, feeling his hole swallow my cock and he playfully tightened his hole as he took more of me inside him.

"Holy shit." I moaned, pulling him tight into me and making out as I was grinding into him. His pecs bounced with every thrust upwards and my fingers dug into the his muscular back, feeling his whole body against mine tighter as I fucked him. He curled himself into me, gyrating his hips onto my cock as his eyes glowed the beautiful green. I couldn't help but to grab his neck and force him harder onto my cock, slamming his body down like he was a fleshlight. He was smiling as he licked his lips and suddenly I was exploding inside his hole, filling him up as I pushed my head back into the sofa. When I opened my eyes, Max was peering down at me with a smirk, playing with my cock with his hole as I came down from the blissful ecstasy.

"Mmm, I could do that forever." He says, lifting himself off of me. He admires his new form, running his hands along his skin and flexing underneath his fingertips. His fingers circled parts of his skin that had tattoos, admiring the inked images. He even takes a moment to bring his hands up to his ears, flicking the earring.

"I like you inside him. He's much more appealing with you in control." I reach behind him and squeeze his ass, feeling my load drip out of him.

"Oh, do that again." He says, holding my arms in place to do it again. I squeeze again with a little bit more aggression and he shivers. "All of these sensations. It's so different from one body to another." He takes a deep breath, smelling me. Seeing him act like this was making me hard again and I gyrated against him. He smirks with a flash of his green eyes and then reaches back, pulling his cheeks apart and slamming himself down on my cock with an already full ass.

"Holy fuck." I writhe under him.

"Like I said, I could do this forever." He gives me a wet kiss.

A phone buzzes underneath a pile of papers and continues to vibrate until the phone buzzes off the edge of the desk and thumps against the wood floor below. A hand blindly reaches for it and answers it.

"Hello?" The voice is deep and he clears his throat from the early wake up haze. With one hand he wipes away a string of drool connected to the desk where he passed out the night before with an empty glass of hard liquor now watered down by the melted ice.

"It's the Daemon Ritus. It's been stolen." The voice on the other end seemed to be screaming over the sound of the alarms and the man on the phone stood there in silence.

"Fred? Are you there?" The alarms continued to blare as Fred stood there already formulating a plan.

[the-daily-body]

In Need of a Master

The rock hit my head with thunk and it sent me to the ground, cluthing the side of my skull while everyone rushed around me. I was in the parking lot when the round pebble nearly creacked my skull open. I could see it under my car, a circular opject, smooth, grey and speckled. I shook it off, thinking it was just some accidental debris.

"Are you alright?" I was asked by an elderly woman. There was someone behind them on the phone, calling the cops or maybe an ambulance?

"I'm fine!" I laughed it off, dusting my pants off from the asphalt sticking to the fibers. I scurried over to my car after picking up my groceries and tossed them into the back. The onlookers were shaking their head and their worried faces started to disappear as they went back to their normal lives thining nothing of it. I unlocked my car and then reached under, feeling around for the pebble until I felt it against my finger tips.

"Gotcha!" I said, pulling it out and turning it over in my hand. I felt it prick my finger, a spot of blood appearing on the outside. It disappeared as it quickly absorbed into the stone.

I am in need of a master. Are you the one? I heard behind. I spun around thinking it was right behind me and finding nothing but more rows of cars. I looked down at the pebble and shook my head thinking it may have just been the result of the thing hitting my head. I slid it into my pocket and forgot all about it on the drive home.

My roommate was chugging a glass of water in front of the sink when I dropped all my groceries on the counter. He was shirtless, as usual, and I watched him acknowledge me before going into his room. I was putting things away, the assigned spots around the kitchen, in the cupboard, and the refridgerator. Devin was playing video games in his room and I took this moment of solitude to read a book on the balcony. I looked across the way at the building and remembered the stone in my pocket just as it slid out and bounced along the ground. I picked it up, and slid my fingers over it. I set it down on the table, returning to my book when it vibrated.

"You are my new master." It had a voice and it sounded like my own.

"What the fuck?" I backed away from it, standing there in shock before getting closer again.

"You are my master. I am here to do what you will." It said, vibrating again.

"What are you?" I asked.

"I am a species from another world, subservient to one. My previous master is dead." It vibrated. I picked it up. Turning it over to see if I could find where a speaker may have been hidden.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"I am in need of a host. In order to serve you better I must take on your species' form. I do not normally look like this. This pebble is a camoflauge tactic. I was picked up by someone and thrown in your direction. I apologize, master, for any pain I may have inflicted before making myself known." It vibrated in my hands. I thought of my roommate when it finally clicked he needed a host. He was kind of an asshole, worked out a lot, and barely paid rent on time.

"Maybe Devin?" I said.

"Yes, Master." It said and then remained quiet. I thought it might do something, tell me what to do, but I returned to my book. I would occasionally peer over the top of my book. I took it inside with me when it finally got dark, and placed it on my beside table before doing my nightly routine. I thought maybe it would do something, especially since I could hear Devin's snore through the walls, but it was just there. I even said goodnight to it before clicking off the light and going to sleep.

The following morning it was gone. I thought maybe I had dreamt it. A concussion dream I was experiencing throughout the evening, but I noticed a slimy substance on the floor. I followed it out of my room, careful not to step on it just in case it was something dangerous. The trail led out into the hal and then into Devin's room. The door was wide open and I could hear something happening inside. Devin was asleep when I peered around the corner, but I could see something much larger next to the bed. It was curled up, looking over Devin.

The creature suddenly grew arms, long tentacles that curled and wiggled until they latched on to Devin's body. He was still asleepm his arm above his head and the blanket barely covering him. The thing slithered on top of him, leaving a slimy trail in its wake before the tentacles became taught. The head of the creature pushed against his stomach, now startling Devin awake as he tried to push the thing off in panic. His stomach seemed to open up for the creature, slurping its ways inside of his belly button and with every amount of bulbous form slipped inside the less Devin was struggling. His hands started to slip, suddenly losing control and then slamming against it. Devin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the creature was almost in, the last of it wriggling and shaking as it forced itself into him. his abs tightened and his belly button slurped as the creature popped inside. Devin's body bounced on the bed and then his back arched before collapsing back into his sleeping pose.

"Devin?" I asked, making myself known and standing at the foot of his bed.

"If that's what you wish to call me, Master." He opened his eyes and looked down at himself.

"Are you okay?" I tilted my head.

"I am perfect. This form will hold me as you wished." He looked over at me, lifting his arm above his head with a smile as I walked around.

"That's awesome." I said.

"I am glad you think so master." He responded. I wanted to touch him so bad. Reach out and worship that body I had been jerking off to night after night.

"What now?" I asked.

"I am yours to control, Master." He said. I won't lie, I loved that he called me Master. I loved it so much that when it came out of Devin's mouth it made my cock bounce. I reached out, touching his chest as he looked at me with those obedient eyes.

"I see you like this body." He flexed it, his pecs tensing under my palms. When I rand my hand down his chest to his abs he tesned them and I jumped on top of him. His cock was pulsing under the blanket.

"I do. You will do anything I say?" I pushed my hands into the blanket and felt his cock. My fingers squeezed it which made his eyes flutter.

"Yes, Master. That feels good." He groaned as I pulled on his balls.

"Okay. As much as I like you calling me Master, don't do it in public." I squeezed his cock and it made him moan.

"Yes, Master." He said as he writhed underneath me.

I leaned in close and whispered, "I want you to beg me to fuck you. Pretend to be Devin." I leaned back, but he didn't let. He gripped my arms and pulled me in close, kissing me.

"Please fuck, bro. I have wanted you inside me since we moved in together." He said, sliding his hand down his body. He pulled himself out from underneath me and perked his ass up.

"Since we moved in, huh?" I said, throbbing.

"Yes. I need that cock inside me." He reached back, pulling his cheeks apart. His hole puckered as I leaned in and gave it a lick. He moaned out, his whole body tensing as I teased him with my tongue. I made him turn around, his mouth drooling as my cock bobbed in front of his face.

"Suck it." I said. His mouth enveloped it and I leaned my head back as I let out a moan and as he sucked I could already feel my balls churning from the pleasure. I pushed him away from me, my cock wet from his saliva.

"Beg." I said. He turned around, his ass up in the air and he pulled his cheeks part for me one last time.

"Please. I need it. This fucking hole needs it, bro. I'm all yours." He was almost whining and it was enough to entice me. I pushed my cock inside, feeling his tight ass against me as it slid into him. He gasped and gripped onto the edged of the bed, the springs creaking as I fucked him hard. His hole felt amazing on my cock, especially when he clenched it and my cock throbbed against it while sliding in and out of him.

"Tell me you want me." I pulled him up, my cock pulsing as I slid my hands around him and along his body. I squeezed his muscles, enjoying them in my hands.

"I want you to fill me up with your fucking load, bro. This ass is yours. This body is yours." He flexed for me as I felt him up, pushing him back down and holding onto his waist as I felt my cock nearing the explosive end. I was fucking him hard when I felt my whole body trembling and I blew my load inside his hole. The image of the creature squeezing into his body flashed in my mind. I was shaking from the adrenaline, from having this power over his body and we collapsed onto the bed. I was on top of him, kissing his back as he smiled.

"I'm happy to please you, Master." He said, my cock still lodged inside his hole. He playfully tightened himself around it and I whimpered, enjoying him. I pushed myself over and looked over at him as he laid there, eyes staring at me.

"Okay, so, I think you're going to be my boyfriend. At least pretend or I don't know." I said, my hand resting on his back as he rest his head on his crossed arms.

"Of course, Master. That will be easy. You're much nicer than any other Master I have had." He said.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, from here on out I want you to have a little freedom. Enjoy this body and also blend in as him. He still has to pay rent." I chuckled. The creature didn't understand the joke and laughed too.

Years later and he's still inside. Enjoying the pleasured of his human form and every chance we get, no matter where we are, he reminds me he's inside. Plus, I love having him around even if I am his Master.

[the-daily-body]

Should Have Been Faster

I pushed my coworker down on the bed and was unbuttoning his shirt after ripping it out of his waistband. He moaned and pulled my ear to his mouth, saying, "Fuck, I've been waiting all week for this."

"Me too," I grinned, my hands tossing his tie to the side, but it fell down against his open shirt. I stepped back and crossed my arms, looking him over. We had this arrangement where I would pick up some of the work he didn't want to do, and on the weekends, he would let me possess his body. We have been doing it for so long that now he likes taking the passenger seat every week, and it's less of a trade-off for me.

"So you really want this?" I said, standing there.

"Come on dude, you know the deal." He tried pulling me in, but I pulled back.

"Nah, I think you get more out of this than I do now." I smirked.

"No way." He shook his head.

"Yeah, I think we need to change our terms." I pointed at him.

"Can you just get in me please?" He was starting to get irritated leaning back with his tie keeping his shirt around his neck.

"Fine, fine," I rolled my eyes, jumping onto him. I rubbed my hands together before pushing my whole weight onto his chest. His head fell back, and he was moaning as his skin absorbed me. I rippled into him, his muscles tightening as he grinned. The feeling of ecstasy made it much easier to slip my limbs into his. My legs disappeared inside, and his body bulged out in areas as I slid my body into a comfortable position inside of him. He opened his eyes and gasped as I kicked out what I called his essence. It was something like his spirit or his consciousness, invisible and floating without a body now that I inhabited his.

"Every time it feels amazing." He said. It was easy to smile as the rush of possessing him tingled along my borrowed skin. My cock twitched as I looked up at the for of the original owner of this body. He liked to watch, admiring what he had done to keep his body in shape as I enjoyed it. I would sometimes jump inside and then he would allow me to invite someone over, using his body in ways he never intended.

"And you feel so good every time." My abs tightened when I brushed my fingers over them, lightely tracing them before I slithered my fingers around my hard manhood. I felt it pulsing in my grip, stroking and moaning. I was putting on a show, flexing and moaning like I was doing this for views. A pornstar exaggerating the sounds of his pleasure for those that enjoyed a passionate moan. Each stroke sent a rush of feeling throughout my body, and the closer I got the edge the more I was feeling myself detach from him. This is what I liked doing, entering him and then once I use his cock I let myself get kicked out. I'm actually quite good at keeping control through the pleasure, but there was something about exiting his body and leaving it limp as he leaks out the load I milked out.

"Fuck you're gonna cum." He was floating above me.

"Fuck yeah." I liked that he knew, that he could see how his body would react to my touch and realizing I was about to bust. Just as I felt the shivers of pleasure, I released, my load landing all over his abs as I squeezed myself out of him. I popped right out, a burst of energy as I landed on my feet right in front. His body went limp with his hand tight around his cock. He laughed as he looked at me.

"I should try to get in you like this." He laughed.

"You better hurry before - " I pointed towards the window and in came a large burly essence. It was another spirit of some sort, one that must have been watching. There was just enough time for the large ghost to dive into his body, a bright light emitting from his chest before a random ghost took control.

"Holy, it worked!" He looked down at himself, his hands sliding over his muscles and his fingers becoming slick from my load. 

"What the fuck?" My co-worker tried to get back inside his own body, but it was too late for him.

"You should have been faster." The guy said, looking up at the spirit of the real owner and then over to me.

"Hm. Interesting." I said, stepping closer.

"Wait!" He stopped me just as I was getting ready to kick him out.

"Dude, what are you doing? Kick him out and let me back in!" The spirit was floating behind me now, begging me to get his body back.

"What if you let me keep him and I become your personal little slut." The large ghost now inhabiting the body of my coworker reached out and cupped my bulge. I felt it pulse as he squeezed. I was squinting at him as the all of the possible outcomes of this situation flashed before my eyes, all of them making me lean towards letting this random spirit keep this body. 

"Are you really thinking about it?" My co-worker was getting agitated.

"Anything you want, I can make it happen." The stranger was unzipping my fly and slipping his fingers inside. I reached out, jamming my fingers into his abs and making him gasp as he felt himself getting kicked out, but just as he looked afraid I went in and made out with him. 

"What the fuck?" My co-worker was trying desperately to get back inside, his essence bouncing off his body.

"That kind of tickes." The stranger said, going back into the kiss.

"It's just a little fun. Stick around and watch or maybe there is someone out there willing to let you in." I looked up at the spirit of my co-worker, grinning evily with his real body being inhabited by some other ghost. I was grinding against him when the ghost pushed me off.

"I'm all yours." He said, his eyes full of lust.

I got close to his ear, my breath hot against his skin, and said, "He's all yours. But you are all mine." I reached down and squeezed his cock, making him squirm underneath me as I was pushing myself against him. The essence of my co-worker was gone, having desperately gone out into the world to find something to inhabit. This new arrangement was definitely going to lean in my favor.

[the-daily-body]

Collateral Damage

Max rushed into his roommate’s room as soon as the coast was clear. With Nate off to the gym, he would have at least three hours to mess around, and possibly more if the oafish jock went out bar-hopping with his bros afterwards. Knowing his roommate well enough, Max probably could have gotten away with what he was about to do without Nate ever finding out. But even through his horny haze, Max knew better than to risk the off chance of the obtuse, muscular Adonis ever connecting the dots.

“Yes!” Max snatched the stained white fabric off the floor of Nate’s room before scampering back to his own. Once the door was shut, he immediately dove his nose in.

“Yeah…” Max moaned, his dick throbbing as the rush of his jock roommate’s scent rushed over his thin body. Max had always secretly had a thing for straight men, but there was something about Nate in particular that drove him wild. He was practically a walking stereotype of natural, heterosexual masculinity in its prime. It made perfect sense for Max to be completely infatuated, even if his roommate was too simpleminded to realize it.

Without further ado, Max dug into the underwear as if it were a special feast prepared just for him. The sweat residue served as a first course, a salty appetizer coating Max’s tongue like a hand-crafted (or in this case, balls-crafted) brine. Followed by a quick palette cleanser of pubic hair, the twink moved onto the main course: a double delicacy of piss and cum interlaced into a single stain. Max’s taste buds went into overdrive, sent to ecstasy by the taste of a straight man’s elixirs. He was even lucky enough to score dessert, a delicate but appreciable skid mark to finish his meal.

“I love you Nate!” Max exclaimed to no one. Now finished “cleaning” the underwear, Max followed through with the next steps of his fantasy. In moments, his clothes were discarded into a small pile on the floor. Max brought Nate's underwear up each of his legs. The waistband and pouch were a bit distended, but otherwise they almost fit.

Expectedly, a shock of ecstasy rumbled across Max’s frame. “Oh gOd!” his voice cracked. Immediately, Max jumped onto his bed and began furiously jacking off his mid-sized pecker. Nate’s overused, dirty underwear was like magic to Max’s dick, its sensuality delivering more dopamine across his entire body then he had ever experienced. The arousal was incredible, to Max it was almost as if his body was somehow evolving.

Now lost to the lustful fog, Max did not realize that he was in fact changing. Metaphorically starting at the source of the crime, Max’s buttocks gradually inflated, becoming two squeezable balls. His testicles doubled in weight while the cock in his hand doubled in size. New abs led up like a ladder to firming pectorals, thickening quads trailed down to bulging, shapely calves. At the bottom, Max's feet plumped a few sizes larger. And at the top, the changes split: bloating Max's arms with muscles and his hands into mitts and restructuring his face to the classic, traditional masculine aesthetic.

But Max pumped away, not registering the sudden rush of body hair that coursed along his skin. Not picking up on the locker room-like funk that began to emit from his own pores. Not even noticing how each moan of euphoria deepened a bit further, eventually devolving into carnal grunts. Max would not even recognize the mental changes progressing in his own mind, his intellect deteriorating and his interests realigning to simpler values. And this was standard: none of Elliot’s past victims had ever been able to recognize the conversion.

Max did not know that up until the night before, the version of his roommate that he thought he knew had never existed. In fact, Nate had been Noah, a clean, proper young man with a slim body similar to Max’s. But less than 24 hours earlier, Noah had hooked up with Elliot. Noah could have never known that his fling was cursed. Furious by Elliot’s hypersexual tendencies, which led to an incident of cheating, an ex-boyfriend of Elliot's hexed the miscreant. Every boy that Elliot made love to would transform into “his worst nightmare,” which for Elliot meant a stereotypical straight jock.

And yet, knowing the consequences, Elliot had made love to Noah, shooting a load of his thick, tainted semen directly down the poor twink’s throat. Elliot was gone by the morning, and so too was Noah, for his body erupted with masculine glory and Nate had taken control.

Reality adapted accordingly, except one miniscule fragment of Elliot’s actions remained. The evidence took a few hours to process through Nate’s muscular system, but it eventually splattered onto the seat of his underwear thanks to a rotten protein fart. And it was that same underwear that Max was currently wearing, now secured tight to his newly jockish frame. That same underwear Max had moments before licked the cursed agent clean from.

Max would never know that he had been collateral damage to a relationship he had never met, but unfortunately the deed was done. Feeling the final surge of ecstasy approaching, Max released a primal roar as his hot, heterosexual baby batter blasted into the tainted underwear.

“Ugh, that was so good bro…” Matt chuckled dumbly, biting his lip as he slid the cum-soaked garment off. “Gonna need to change quick if I’m gonna meet up with Nate and go out clit-cruising tonight.”

[the-daily-body]

Frat Boy

I have plenty of frat boys in my collection. Their underdeveloped brains cause them to put themselves in more dangerous situations. That’s what happened with Ben.

He had no clue that the chick he met at the club was in fact a man on the hunt. When I got him back to my motel room, he already started stripping, thinking we were going to have intercourse. I had no intent of letting him show me what it meant to be a woman. He was living on borrowed time. His flesh was going to be mine.

I injected him just as he put on his condom. He made himself a perfect target for the harvest. He put himself in the privacy of my own hands. And his state of undress would just make me sliding into his skin that much easier. I watched him as he hollowed out. I ripped off my false skin in preparation for my new form.

I put him on while he was still warm. Ben was a fine specimen for the hunt. As I filled up his muscles, I felt wave of erotic excitement. I couldn’t help but rub one out as soon as I filled up my new cock. It was only fair, Ben came to this hotel room to get his rocks off. At least I kept my promise.

I put on his cap and slide on his white Nikes. I send a quick selfie to my husband, to show him the product of a successful hunt. Looking good in his size 12s’, I strike a pose to showcase my new tattoos. I think I’m going to enjoy being Ben. I can’t wait to harvest some of his frat brothers.

[the-daily-body]

Bad Sun

It was supposed to be just another day in November when the sun became bad. It happened in a flash, ending as quickly as it started. Look away and you'll miss it. While the sun reverted back to its normal state within a minute, the strange effects of the light the bad sun radiated were already felt by the people who witnessed it.

The news reported there would be a solar eclipse at around 1 o'clock in the afternoon the day it happened. Chris and Marty, two old friends from college, just so happened to be chilling outside at that time.

"Hey isn't there supposed to be an eclipse right now?" Chris asked.

"Oh yeah! Let's watch it?" Marty replied excitedly.

"Dude, no, don't be stupid. You'll burn your eyes if you do that."

"You know that doesn't actually happen, right? Oh shit look! It's happening!!"

Marty turned his head up to the sky, trying to catch a glimpse of the passing solar eclipse. Meanwhile, Chris just shook his head in disapproval and looked down at the ground instead. As he waited for the eclipse to pass, the ground underneath suddenly became flushed in a deep, luscious blue. Confused, Chris looked up and saw that everything as far as he could see had become blue- including the sun itself!

"What the fuck? Marty are you seeing this?"

Marty didn't answer. Chris turned to face him and gasped when he saw Marty's once brown eyes had become bloodshot and shined a brilliant blue. His face was contorted with pain. Chris tried forcing him to look away, but despite being the stronger of the two, he couldn't do it. His gaze was fixed solely on the blue sun in the sky.

Thankfully the blue sun quickly faded away within the next minute, taking its strange blue sunlight with it. Whatever it was, that sun was clearly bad news for whoever looked at it! Chris exhaled. He thought it was over, but soon realized he was wrong when Marty still had bright blue eyes.

"Ugh... Uhhhh..." Marty groaned. He was shaking, breathing heavily too.

Then, out of nowhere, Marty started growing taller. His legs lengthened until he hit 6'2 in height. As he went through his sudden growth spurt, Marty's quads and calves thickened until he had a pair of muscular legs to call his own. The shorts he was wearing suddenly became too tight, which left little to the imagination as his junk grew bigger too. Even when flaccid, Marty had a thick cock tip that poked through the mesh of his shorts, almost like it demanded you look at it. As Marty continued growing, blood pumped into his new tool, causing it to grow even longer as it hardened. Marty had become hung like a horse who could not only show off his impressive size but grow even bigger when hard.

His torso grew to match his new proportions too. The body fat he had melted away, leaving behind a set of 6 pack abs with sharp lines in place of his formerly chubby belly. His shoulders filled in with muscle mass, giving him impressive traps and delts. His arms blew up with mass too. The muscles in his biceps and triceps exploded with size until he had melons for arms. His forearms and hands grew bigger too. Veins ran all along his sculpted arm, even without him flexing. Within a matter of minutes, Marty had grown the type of ripped physique bodybuilders take years to build!! Only once his transformation was complete did Marty's eyes return to his usual brown color.

"What just happened!?" Chris exclaimed. He stood by frozen in shock as Marty transformed right before his very eyes. If he hadn't witnessed for himself, Chris would've never believed that the jock standing in front of him was the same average guy he roomed with back in college!

Chris' sudden shout caught Marty's attention. He turned to face him and smiled. He had an innocent look in his eyes, as if he didn't just undergo a supernatural transformation into a bodybuilder a few moments ago. It left Chris utterly bewildered.

"Marty? What happened to you?" Chris asked. Marty seemed puzzled. Chris asked again but Marty's confused expression only sharpened.

"Martyyyy don't fuck around right now! You are still you, right?"

Marty remained unresponsive. It was like he didn't remember who Chris or even his own name! In a moment of desperation, Chris began using hand gestures as he talked. Marty mirrored his movements, though all it led to was him flexing his bicep and grinning innocently. It was no use.

While Marty was busy flexing his new muscles, Chris stood there in disbelief. His mind was buzzing nonstop with various questions. What happened to his friend? What exactly was that blue sun? Why didn't he transform if he was exposed to the weird light too? He had so many questions, but basically little to no answers.

As Chris tried making sense of the situation, a commotion broke in the neighborhood. Screams echoed from down the street. His neighbors came out, fear and confusion written on their faces. A few of them had muscular men Chris didn't recognize following them out into the street. They had no sense of urgency in their eyes. Just cheery dispositions without any worries in the world.

"Holy fuck..." Chris whispered, as the gravity of what happened settled in his mind. That weird sun only lasted a minute at most, but its impact was already felt by the people who happened to see it. There was no telling what would happen next now.

[the-daily-body]

Tailgating

Uptight Benji tries to force his way though rowdy tailgaters to get to work. How was he supposed to know the stupid game was such a big deal? Seems he’ll be learning in short order after having a beer or two to take the edge off.

Spin on one of my favorite older stories on here, also named Tailgating! Slightly shorter fratification, burps and personality changing sunglasses ahead! Also only a few days left to vote for the Talismen finale, there's a clear favorite but anything can happen! Enjoy this little ode to sweaty bodies and hoppy breath! -Occam

The roads around the campus library are closed for the big game, but Benjamin was still determined to host his Office hours. He knew there was some kind of football thing today but had no idea it was apparently the biggest of the year. Some bowl game or massive rivalry or something, He didn’t care- doesn’t and will never care, in fact . He’s done good work avoiding the jeering crowds of drunkards so far as he sneaks across campus. Nearing the home stretch however it’s clear there is no way around. He must somehow power through the horde.

Benji makes it a few good yards into the festivities unassailed, dodging elbows and spilled drinks like the best of them. Unfortunately the prudish academic takes time to grimace and sneer when one of the behemoths burps loud enough to make him flinch, pausing just long enough to become irrevocably caught in the chaos. 

Like an animal held by the scruff of its neck, Benjamin finds himself in the clutches of Bruiser, president of the school’s new Beta Delta Alpha chapter. “Yooo lil bro! What’s up? Looks like you’re not havin’ a good time?” Stuck in a meaty hand and between instincts of snide remarks and swift flight he opts for smarmy sarcasm, “Nono you bovine brute I’m having the time of my life on this commute.” Bruiser narrows his eyes, “hmmmm I dunno dude.”

Feeling the man’s sweaty, surely beer-covered palm soaking through his shirt he swats at it, “Ugh, the idea of work foreign to you hedonistic morons?” Bruiser’s lip twitches into a smile as he reaches to grab something with his free hand, “ohhh you’ve got work lil bro?” The hairs on the back of Benji’s neck stand on end as he feels something shift in the man’s expression and he tries to bolt away, Too Late.

Bruiser forces a massive mirrored visor onto Benji’s eyes and the prude freezes. His vision is shaded a dark burnt orange and his eyes scramble, the only remaining part he seems able to move himself. Bruiser releases his shoulder and pats his back, “Welcome to the party bro hahah!” Benji cannot see the man’s own eyes glimmering through his new visor, though as he leans in close all his senses are overwhelmed by how powerful the scent of beer is on his breath, “Here lil bro, let me help you chill out.” Despite disgust, despite fear, despite everything in him begging him to flee, the scent of beer on Bruiser’s thick breath fills him with an overwhelming thirst.

Benjamin doesn’t know how a tall boy ends up in his hand, but he can guess what is soon to happen when Bruiser turns to shout, “Yo bros! Lil Benj over here is gonna kill a tall boy in one gulp!” Through his tinted visor he sees the can raise to his lips, no one can see his eyes widen from fear as beer begins to pour into his mouth. Try as he might to slow the flow, to close his mouth, to not swallow he is totally unable to move. And then, his eyes lose focus for half as second, why would he want to stop drinking it?Did he like beer? As it continues to flow into his mouth he can’t imagine not liking it? ‘S pretty good. Despite his body willing itself through the can, in its paltry state he could never manage to drink this quickly. Rivulets of the swill spill out of his cheeks and down his jaw, staining the recently shaved upper lip and cheeks darker, a mustache never given the chance to thrive begins to sprout. Benji’s throat burns from the effort of racing to down the drink, through with each gasping swallow it becomes easier, more adept at performative drinking competitions, tight to the can his mouth widens into something cruder, made to be loud. And then he’s done

Tossing the can to the ground without a care Benjamin stands, swaying back slightly despite having only had the one drink. His hand pats his stomach and it jiggles slightly, the tall boy must be expanding in his stomach or something. He grimaces as it grumbles, his neck reflexively tenses as he feels a burp coming up. He can’t, no surely not- the glasses squeeze tighter on his head and he laughs once, wouldn’t it be funny though?

Bruiser watches with as smile as he sees the meek man’s torso begin to fill out as he fights the urge to burp. Beneath the visor his eyes surely go glassy as his midriff is exposed and soon enough covered by a treasure trail climbing up towards his chest. Buttons begin to pop from the beer-stained collar of his shirt as something a little less defined than pecs begin to hang on his chest. Impatient with the nerd’s hesitation, Bruiser steps in and pats the man on the back. 

With the slightest encouragement from his bro, er- from this frat bro, Benji lets loose. *BRGURRRP* It lasts a few seconds, it’s not alone *BUURRP* Immediately Benji’s mind returns and he again tries to take control of piloting the machine that is his body. His arms feel heavier as they hang limp from his shoulders, his neck falls back as from another back pat and the shouting of Bruiser he burps again, *BURRP* shorter, deeper. He feels his arms straining his sleeves and a gut that shouldn’t be there pushing against the buttons of his shirt.

Stains begin to make themselves clear in his pits as he grows sweaty from the effort of, drinking? Growing? Struggling to keep his mind? His declining mind accelerates as the smell of his own musk begins to assail his nose. He’s unable to fight the urge to laugh as a hand unfamiliar, clumsy and thick scratches into his pits. He has the clear memory of putting deodorant on his almost hairless pits this morning before leaving the house for, uh- surely not to come here right? 

No no, he had something to do. It’s Saturday. Usually on Saturdays he has work? “YO BENJ!” Bruiser shouts into his ear, “YOU WANT ANOTHER DRINK?” Benji nods wordlessly as whatever shred of himself is left in his mind tries to remember. Yeah he had work, it’s why he’s wearing this button up- He looks down to see a stained shirt, skin clearly peaking through a litany of tears through. He grumbles as his head hurts, he scratches at his itchy chest as it begins to pattern with hair. Suddenly his nose twitches as he smells something. 

Grimacing at the stink he moves to smell his own pits and laughs once more, unaware he’s caught himself in some perverse feedback loop. Man though, he would’ve sworn he sprayed some axe before heading out? He scratches his chin with his pit-sweat covered fingers as he remembers sniffing them at the house and flinching before spraying the forests with at least a few coats. Yeah he’d never leave for, uhh- looking down he sees the shirt has now completely shredded off, leaving him topless as his beer gut continues to fill out and shift 

His once waifish treasure trail spreads to cover his thickening waist as he grows a beer belly that makes it clear this is not his first rodeo. Looking down at his meatier torso his mouth falls open as his struggling mind grinds slower, he’s not- this isn’t him. His body rocks as Bruiser returns and throws an arm around him, “Sorry it took so long BJ- You know how it be huhuh! Had to show a couple bitches who was boss!” 

Benj reflexively raises a fist to bump his bro, discarding a bottle he can’t remember downing to do so, nor does he realize that he seems to be in control of his body once more. Scratching at his crotch he goes to grab the drink Bruiser brought him and he remembers he can always ask his main bro what’s up, “Yo uhhhh, Bruise? Did I have somethin’ tah do today?” Bruiser smirks as he hears the man’s plodding, clearly thoughtless voice, “Fuckin’ yeah bro! You had to show those fuckers who’s boss!”

BJ stares mouth ajar for a few seconds as his existence recontextualizes itself. Sure he’s a student but C’s get degrees huhuh, Bruise’ll have a job for him at his dad’s firm when he graduates anyway. The new tank’s mouth grows into a wide smirk as he remembers that the only thing college is about is having a blast. “YEAH DUDE!” All eyes turn as the man’s new voice tears through the tailgate party, “LET’S SHOW THOSE BITCHES WHAT A REAL FOOTBALL TEAM LOOKS LIKE!” Foam sloshes out of his cup as he raises it in the air, before pouring it on himself and shouting some more.

His resounding cheers are echoed by the crowd of people around him, many almost spitting images of himself and Bruiser. Burly beer soaked men guffawing and toned men only concerned with vanity muscles, all drowning themselves in jungle juice until the game starts. Most frats on campus have sororities over for the shindigs but not the ΒΔΑ guys, no their quarry is all those fuckers who think they’re too good to have a good time. BJ smirks as any prior desires are completely paved over by the idea of molding some pansy little fucker into a real man, just like him, just like his pres.

Indeed he and Bruiser go about the crowd like predators, hungrily seeking out people who were harangued to come to the game. Offering wallflowers drinks and watching as their hair bleaches platinum, pecs bursting through newly bought faux jersey’s. Giving frat-thirsty twinks a chance to become their quarry sweat stained sunglasses and delighting as they fill crop tops to bursting, new furry bellies and hairy below the belt bulges making their intentions clear for all.

 In no time at all Bruiser has a platoon of brother’s behind him, all suddenly excited for the game and otherwise finding the newly stubbled mouths of their fellow brothers. The president’s eyes scan the rowdy crowd around him with glee, excited to sample his new brothers after the game, but none is he more excited to ravish than his new number two, BJ.

When kick off nears he bumps his new brother on the shoulder, the same he clutched when the fucker thought his prissy little job was important. “Yo bro, game’s about to start- Let’s head on in-” BJ’s glassy eyes wrinkle with a smile as he begins to stumble alongside his bro, excited to watch his team stomp. Excited to just watch another game. “LET’S FUCKIN’ GO BRO!” His drunken voice dull and louder than he could dream to near before meeting Bruiser

Even as Brusier clutches his ass his mind stays focused on the upcoming game, though his cock bulges in his shorts either way. His own hand clutches at his bro’s defined waist. God it’s been like a decade since the last rivalry game, and to watch it right by his Bruiser. Man, BJ wouldn't miss this for the world. 

[the-daily-body]

Intrusive Thoughts

Part 2 (Part 1)

Having Id around is a strange yet funny thing. After I recovered from the accident and got discharged from the hospital, my life has never been "normal", as I put it. Everywhere I go, huge, muscular, homophobic, straight men will throw themselves at me. Id puppeteered their bodies like it's his own. I know that he's a part of me, and I'm still wrapping my head around the concept, but having Id around made my life much easier to live in.

On Halloween, I was peacefully strolling down the street, holding on to a basket full of chocolates and candies that I was planning on giving to the children who'll be trick or treating. When suddenly, this masked man starts following me and harassing me, calling me all the derogatory names you can say to a gay man. At first, I just tried ignoring him, and continuing my walk back to my house.

Maybe about my height being 5'2", or my body being thin from recovering at the hospital, but this man decided to push me so hard that I almost fell on my face on the pavement. Unfortunately for him, all Id needs is a physical contact and he can take them for a ride. The man, named Anson, ends up becoming my entertainment for Halloween as he bounces his bulging cock in front of me while giving me a gun show while wearing his mask on. I ended up bouncing on that cock that night as Id made Anson talk to me while mimicking the voice of the killer in the movie, Scream.

Then Thanksgiving came. I was driving happily after I was able to purchase the biggest turkey I'd ever seen. As I came up to a stop light, I heard this truck behind me honking all crazy. That was the first time that I saw that truck so I thought his beef wasn't with me. To my surprise, this asshole actually followed me until I got home. I was so scared when he parked behind my car and got out of his truck.

I saw this huge, tattooed redhead angrily walking up to me. I was so nervous that I fiddled with my keys as it fell on the ground. The redhead grabbed my collar and lifted me up, choking me in the process. He started spewing nonsense about me taking the turkey that was supposed to be his, when I didn't even see him near it when I picked it up. As I gasped for air, I touched his arm as Id does his magic.

The redhead grinned wildly at me as he put me down and went back inside his car. After a few minutes, he came back with a huge grin on his face again as he handed me his underwear. I blushed as I could see the outline of his cock tenting inside his sweatpants. That Thanksgiving, I ended up eating the turkey with Buford's cum as my gravy while I felt his beard brushed around my groin as he gave me a blow job.

Today, I made the mistake of going into the mall for a late Christmas gift shopping. While there, I encountered this couple who walked beside each other as the man had his muscular arm around his girl's waist. I walked past them as I thought about how I'm still single for this Christmas. I never had a boyfriend before and it sure would feel wonderful having a tall, buff, and handsome man like that loving me and caring for me. I shoved those thoughts aside as I continued checking my gift list and finding all of them as soon as I could.

After making sure that I was able to get everything from my list, I felt my bladder about to burst as I headed to a nearby restroom. To my surprise, the man I saw before was there, washing his hands before he dries it and fixes his hair. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wonder how it feels to be loved by a man like this. As I pass by him, I feel this strange sensation running all over my body as I notice the man jerking up before his arms fall on his side. I notice his eyes rolling up to his head as he slowly goes back to normal. I look into the mirror as I feel something weird is happening. The man looks at his reflection and then into mine. He flashes me a flirty smile as he turns his head to me.

"Like what you see, Jun?" The man asks as he gets closer to me. Luckily there's no one around to see this exchange between us.

"Come on, Id. I didn't even touch him! Let the poor man be. He's happy with his girlfriend, for God sake. Can't you just stop for one moment and think about how I would feel?" I say to the man as I know that Id is the one making him do this.

"You come on, Jun. We both know that this guy is far from being poor, though he's happy, it's not because of the woman he was with. You should know by now why I'm in this guy, right? Or are you going to keep on denying to yourself what you already know deep down?" Id reasons with me as the man pulls me in an embrace and looks down at me as he brushes my lips with his thumb.

"And you should know by now how I feel whenever you do this. These men becoming a puppet for you to play with might be fun and exciting Id, but at the end of the day, I feel empty. Emptier by each man who will walk up to me by your manipulation, fuck me, and then walk out on me as soon as you let go of your control, without even knowing how much they made me feel the night before. I can't live like that anymore, Id." I exclaim at the man as he looks surprised by my statement.

"You said you want me to let them go, right? You said that they have a life of their own, right? Now you're complaining that no one sticks around to be with you? You can be so complicated most of the time, Jun." Id says as the man grins wildly at me before his huge hand starts cupping my balls and squeezing my dick though my pants.

"That's true! I don't want them to derail their lives just to be a puppet for your antics. I want to experience falling in love, Id. I want someone to love me, not because you're making them love me. I want someone who will sweep me off my feet after giving a surprise gift that he knows I love because he listens to me. I want them to love me, Id, not just be horny and in lust to me one second, and then have no memories of what happened after." I tried my best to explain with Id as I started crying. I noticed someone coming into the toilet, only to back away as he saw the man comforting me as I cried.

"Stop crying, Jun. Geez! Fine, you want to be in love with a single person for the rest of your life? You got it. But don't say I didn't warn you about what you're giving up here. Any gay man would die just to have what you have. An endless number of men, willing and raring to give you the fucking of your life." Id insists as he makes the man rub his hand all over my back.

"I just want to experience it, Id. Just once. And if I'm wrong, then that's okay. That's all I ask." I cried even harder as I relented to my wailing.

"Okay, fine. Want to see a neat trick?" Id asks before the man's eyes roll up in his head and his body starts trembling.

I pull away from the man as I watch him having what looks like a seizure. I froze in place as I don't know what Id did to him or why this is happening. The man suddenly stops moving, as his eyes slowly roll down. He looks straight into my hands before he lets out a deep sigh. He comes up to me and introduces himself.

"Hey, I'm Carlos Herrera. I'm 28 years old, 6 feet tall, weighing 190 pounds of pure muscles. You must be Jun, right? Jun Diaz?" Carlos says as he comes up to me and holds me in his arms before caressing my face.

I feel my face blushing after hearing his deep, bass voice speaking to me. Id never talked or acted like this. I can feel Carlos' body heating up as he holds me in his arms. I just nod my head in response to his question, making him smile seductively.

"Good. You see, the girl you saw me with, not my girlfriend. Just some rich bitch that I'm letting on the hook for her money. I don't have a life aside from being an escort to support myself and using rich bitches like that to earn a little more. I'm straight but I don't think it will matter anymore. Id told me everything and made me into your perfect boyfriend. Just tell me how you want me, and I'll do it right away. I always take advantage of my looks and body to make a living, but now, it doesn't matter. You will take in me as your househusband, provide for me, and in return, I'll love you with all of my heart, body, and soul. That's the relationship you want, right?" Carlos professes to me as I'm too stunned to speak. Before I could even utter a word, he pressed his index finger into my lips.

"Shut up, Jun. I don't want to hear your doubts. Come on, let me help you with the gifts you bought and take you home." I just nod at him as Carlos props me up and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the Mall's bathroom.

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I got home blushing like a teenager, as I saw Carlos' car parking behind mine. He takes out all the gifts I bought from the back of his car as he effortlessly slings them all in his arms and carries all of it to my front door. I hurriedly opened the door as Carlos let himself inside as I followed him. He carefully places all the gifts under my Christmas tree as he turns his head to me, before he slowly walks up to me. He's so big and tall that he towers over me. He pulls me in his arms again as a deep, gutteral groan escapes his lips.

"You know, Jun, I'll be honest with you. Id is still inside my mind right now. Telling me how you feel, saying all the right places I should touch, and all the right words I should say. We can feel your doubt about me, and why I'm doing this. Is Id messing up with you? Am I just a puppet of Id? Shit, you even thought about how huge my cock must be and if you can fit it inside your ass! But don't worry, I'm yours now. Id made sure of that. This way, he won't interfere directly with your dream relationship while I'll be playing the role of your romantic, loyal boyfriend. Don't be shy and don't hold back. Know that I'm ready to do as you ask and I will love every single second doing it." Carlos purrs at me as he grabs my shoulder and lifts me a little higher so that he can lean down and kiss my lips.

His kiss was deep and passionate. I can feel his tongue pushing its way inside me while it twirls and twists with mine. I can taste his saliva as it wraps around my tongue all slick and salty. I can smell the musky scent coming from his slightly haired chest. His hips trusting into my stomach as his rock-hard cock throbs against me. His powerful hands hold my body in place as they roam all over my face and back. As Carlos slowly pulls away from our kiss, I was left panting and wanting for me. He looks into my eyes as he softly smiles.

"I never kissed someone like that before, Jun. I fucking want you, man. I've never been gay with anyone but with you? God damn it feels so good. Tell me what you want me to do, Jun. Tell me how I can please you. Teach me how I can make you feel how much I love you right now." Carlos moans as his arms tighten around me. I can feel a noticeable scent and wetness forming on his sweat pants as his cock looks like it's going to tear a hole.

"I... I want to suck your cock, Carlos. Can I do that?" I ask Carlos as I look into his eyes. He just smiles at me before he leans down and gives me a quick peck on my cheek.

"Si, mi amor. You can suck if how many times you want from now on. This cock, this body, it's all yours now." Carlos declares as he rolls up his tank top to show his perky, muscular pecs.

His hands grab my shoulder as he gives me a nod. He slowly pushes me down on my knees as I look at how handsome and masculine he looks right now. He pulls down his sweatpants in front of me as his cock slaps my face, smearing a huge amount of his pre-cum on my skin. I gasp at the sheer length and girth of his manhood. I take a gulp as I look up at Carlos, a little afraid of his massive tool.

"There's no room for fear and doubt here, mi amor. There's only love, loyalty, and devotion between us. I am yours however you want me. And if this is how you want me right now, then all I can do is to do my best and pleasure you." He softly said before he slid his cock inside my wide open mouth.

"I'm going to love you so much, Jun. Just wait and see."

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Merry Christmas everyone. I know I've been away for so long. I can't say when I can write another story here. I'm so happy to see people still liking and reblogging my stories even when I've been incognito for the past months. Work has been crazy and relationships can be hard to juggle all at once. I'm just glad that I can still go here on Tumblr and enjoy reading stories that I like.