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Twisted Immortality
Kyle never knew his father. His mother had separated from him when Kyle was very young- too young to have any memories at all. And according to his mom, that wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, she felt it was for the best. Their separation was shrouded in mystery, and as far as Kyle knew, his mom had no contact with his father. And his father never tried to contact them. But the young man couldn’t help but ask questions- questions that his mom quickly shot down. She’d say it was best to leave well enough alone. That Kyle be grateful for all the things he did have. But that wasn’t something Kyle felt he could do. Even his successful college baseball career, his dream summer internship, close friends, and increasingly bright future in business couldn’t dull his desire to meet his dad. To at least fill that void in his life- or at least get the answers his mom kept secret.
When Kyle first started college and had more freedom from the ever watchful eye of his mom, he started doing his own investigations. There were DNA tests and deep dives into family trees. He would ask his mother about her childhood- his ulterior motive being to find out possible places she could’ve met him. And after three years of dead ends and false hope, Kyle got a message. It was the end of his junior year and he was busy planning a small trip with his girlfriend when he saw the email. Reading through it, Kyle felt a pang of excitement run through him. His name was Jack, he lived in the rural part of the state, and he shared a story about meeting his mother. There were enough details to convince Kyle this man could be his dad. And when the man mentioned a very specific birthmark on Kyle’s back, the young man felt more convinced. “Runs in the family” the man said in regards to the birthmark. Maybe it was misplaced hope, misguided joy, or even desperation, but Kyle quickly agreed to meet up with him for lunch. Kyle’s girlfriend was a bit taken aback and tried to reason with him that this was suspicious. But he made her promise that she wouldn’t tell his mom and that he needed to do this. She reluctantly agreed and the next day, Kyle drove to the desolate rural town.
The diner they planned to meet at left a lot to be desired. The sign outside was scratched and a few letters were missing. The place could probably benefit from a fresh coat of paint too. But the locals seemed to like it. Kyle watched as groups passed in and out of the diner- probably one of the only places to eat in the town. The young man couldn’t help but be grateful for where he grew up. And as these thoughts crossed his mind, a part of him felt that maybe he should leave. He was an outsider- something the uninviting glares of the townsfolk made quite clear to him.
“Kyle?” Kyle jumped at the gruff voice that broke his train of thought, “Oh my god, Kyle!” The young man turned and faced none other than Jack- his father.
The first thing Kyle registered was the man’s long red and unkempt beard. The man’s stomach bulged out, barely contained by his dirtied wifebeater. And when the man pulled Kyle in for a hug, he could smell tobacco and cheap beer. Kyle scrunched his nose. This was his dad. This was the man Kyle wanted to meet for so long.
“Nice and firm.” Jack whispered as he hugged Kyle closely. Kyle shivered at the comment, finding it creepy. But he pushed those thoughts down, “Well, I bet you’re hungry!”
The food wasn’t the only thing Kyle found disappointing about their lunch. As his dad downed beer after beer and filled up on chili fries, Kyle tried to make connections. Baseball? His dad was more of a football person, while Kyle didn’t care too much for it. Fitness and staying in shape? His old man patted his belly and chuckled. College? His dad never went. Kyle’s future career plans? Not all that impressive to the older man. Kyle tried to maintain a smile, but internally was starting to realize why his mom wasn’t all too impressed.
“How about you come back to my place.” Jack invited, “I have something to show you.”
“Ah, I should really be getting back.” Kyle chuckled nervously, “I...” But the sadness in his dad’s eyes caused him to relent, “Alright, yeah let’s go.”
If the diner was disappointing, his father’s rundown home was even worse. Overgrown plants, a broken down car, and various empty cases of beer littered the front lawn. Compared to the pristine suburban cookie-cutter home his mom raised him in, this was horrifying to the sheltered young man. Jack beckoned him inside and Kyle was even less impressed. The smell of tobacco nearly caused his eyes to water and the house likely hadn’t been cleaned in years.
“Oh Kyle, you have no idea how much I wanted to meet you.” Jack said, his eyes scanning his son carefully, “When your mother left me all those years ago, I was scared.” He let out a deep sigh, “I looked for you, I really did. But...” He shook his head, “I thought I lost you. And without you, I stopped caring.” The words sounded sincere, but Kyle felt like something wasn’t quite right, “That birthmark, can I see it?”
Kyle nodded and lifted his shirt, revealing his toned figure. But his dad’s eyes lit up at the sight of the small star shaped birthmark on his son’s flank. And while Kyle mentioned something about it being his good luck charm, Jack simply reached out and touched it, causing Kyle to jump. But when it started to glow, Kyle’s eyes widened in terror.
“Dad! What’s going on?” Kyle asked, as both men were enveloped in a blue glow and their clothes vanished.
“I’m not sure, son!” Jack replied, although he didn’t sound all too concerned.
Kyle cried out suddenly as he felt a rumbling in his abdomen. Meanwhile, Jack watched as his impressive beer gut pulled inwards, forming into tight abdominals. Meanwhile, Kyle groaned again as his own abdominals were covered in a layers of fat, until he was sporting a proud gut. Just like his father’s.
“Oh fuck! No, no, no!” Kyle cried out, “I don’t... burrrrrrrpppppppppp.”Kyle recoiled as he tasted cheap beer and chili fries on his breath, “What the fuuuuuuurrpppppp.” He looked up at his father, unable to hide the confusion and terror in his eyes. His fear only worsened when he noticed a subtle but very real difference between him and his dad. His father’s once sun-damaged and weathered skin appeared youthful and healthy. Kyle looked down at his now weathered skin and gasped, “No.... No, dad this can’t be happening.” He rambled.
Jack scratched at his now clean shaven cheeks as he watched Kyle’s facial hair erupt into a long bushy beard, “I think... I think we’re trading places!”
Kyle wanted to respond but both men simultaneously let out a deep, pleasure filled moan as their dicks began to change. Jack felt his cock growing larger and erect. The feeling of his revitalized member nearly made him cum on the spot,
“Been awhile since I’ve had a hard-on.” He whispered, giving himself a few tugs. He looked over pitifully at Kyle, who was staring at his newly shriveled member. He still had some leftover Viagra at least.
“B-but...” Kyle mumbled. His voice was more gruff- a new harshness filling each syllable, “I-I...” He groaned as his once thin dusting of body hair grew longer and new follicles erupted with wiry body hair.
“I’m sorry.” Jack whispered, his voice now more youthful. Kyle just stared at him, eyes wide with terror, “But...” Before either man could say anything more, they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Jack wasn’t sure how much time passed when he finally woke up. He rubbed his head and smirked as he took in his toned muscles and clean shaven skin. And as with each transfer, the birthmark was gone- it had served its purpose.

Jack sighed. The witch had promised him immortality, but this wasn’t what he initially had in mind. It had been at least two centuries since he made that deal. With the power of that birthmark, he could switch bodies with each of his new first-born sons. But Kyle’s mom nearly messed that up. When he told her about his power, she disappeared with his son. And after years of searching, he had given up. Usually, he would stay in shape, stay employed, and live a healthy life so it would be easier on his sons. But he never actually thought he’d have the chance to switch with Kyle- he thought that was it. So he had lived the last few decades having fun. He sighed again and felt a pang of guilt as Kyle stirred and slowly opened his eyes.
“No, no, no, no.” Kyle pleaded, as he sat up. He ran a hand through his beard, then through his thick chest hairs, “Th... this isn’t...” He was interrupted by another belch, “I...” He was rambling now, trying to bargain, “Please... I...”
“Kyle, calm down.” Jack said, standing up and reaching out a hand, “We have to stay calm.”
Kyle took his father’s hand and stood up, “But... fuck... I can’t.” Kyle took a few deep breaths, “How did this happen?”
“I’m not sure.” Jack lied, “But I’m sure we can figure something out.”
Kyle nodded slowly. How could this have happened? Should he call the authorities? Tell his mom? Tell his girlfriend? Fuck, they would think he was crazy. Jack watched Kyle closely, almost reading his mind.
“Look, we’re not going to solve this tonight.” Jack said, starting to get dressed, “And I imagine your mom and girlfriend are going to start worrying.” Luckily for Jack, he could tap into some of Kyle’s memories, “I should get back to campus.”
“No way!” Kyle said, “We need to solve this now. I can’t...” He looked down at himself, “Please. Don’t leave.”
“I promise, we’ll keep in touch and I’ll try to find out how to swap back.” Jack said, trying to reassure his son, “This is all going to work out, I promise.”
After some more promises and reassurance, Kyle watched as Jack got into his car and sped away, leaving the former college student alone in this desolate rural town. Kyle sighed and trudged back to the house, the smell of cigar smoke filling his nose.
“I have to stay strong.” Kyle whispered, “It’s going to be okay.” He grabbed a fistful of his abdominal fat, “This isn���t too bad.”
He certainly intended to start doing some research into what happened. And more importantly, how to reverse it. But he felt something else take priority in his mind. Almost as if on autopilot, he walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. But he needed something else. He went over to a cabinet and grabbed a cigar. He quickly lit it and enjoyed the flavor that filled his mouth.
“Huh, shouldn’t forget these for later.” He mumbled, grabbing the bottle of Viagra and placing it in his pocket, “Might as well get some sun.”
Kyle left the comfort of his small home and sat on a chair he set up a few days prior. He had wanted two chairs: one for him and his dad son. He chugged his beer and smiled as a calming sensation washed over him. Maybe he’d watch some football later, his favorite team was playing after all. And as he continued to enjoy his cigar, he became blissfully unaware of the life that was stolen from him. Sure from time to time the older man would feel something wasn’t right. That this flabby form wasn’t his. But a quick beer or cigar would help put his simple mind at ease.

Meanwhile, Jack smiled as the old town disappeared from view. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Kyle settled into his new life fully. Maybe he’d visit his former son, just to check on him. And to thank him. After all, Jack knew he had a bright future ahead of him. And he certainly intended to enjoy it.
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The Identity Transfer
(Original story posted February 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated!
Written for @the-natwolf
It’d been a long day for Nat as he arrived home feeling exhausted and wanting nothing more than to chill out for the last few hours of the evening. The first thing he did was whip up a nice hot meal for himself to satiate his growling stomach. Soon after he’d finished his meal, he was collapsing onto his bed with a drink in hand as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through some of his socials.
Naturally it wasn’t long before he found himself on Instagram. He took a sip from his drink as he flicked through the various posts. Some were of his friends, some being adverts and others being funny videos. But of course one of the most common themes while scrolling had to be the huge manly hunks showing off their half naked bodies. As a gay man, who could blame him. There would be bears, jocks, dads and meatheads alike just filling his feed to the point where more often than not Nat found himself unable to go on Instagram in public.
“Damn he looks good…” Nat mumbled to himself as he stopped on an image of a bear showing off his big hairy pecs and stomach. In honesty he’d always been a little jealous of men like that. Men that were huge and masculine. It made sense though. After all, Nat was 26 now and stood at around 5’7 with a pretty lean average build. He wasn’t really that hairy either. He might not have been as hunky as the men he drooled over but he didn’t hate his body. He was content with what he had… mostly. When there were guys out there his age and younger that were well over 6 foot and stacked with muscle, it was hard not to be at least a little envious of them.
He took another sip of his drink before his seemingly endless scrolling was stopped dead in its tracks. Up had popped a new post from one of his favourite dudes on Instagram. Ched Uzor!

He was a massive dude in every sense. Incredibly tall and insanely muscular with dashing good looks that made the smaller man swoon every time. Along with almost any gay man for that matter. He was gorgeous! So much so that Nat couldn’t help but pull up the man’s profile and start scrolling through all his posts again like he had many times before. He could never get enough of drinking that man in.
As it turned out Ched was an online coach that took on clients to help with training and getting into shape so naturally this meant he posted tons of pictures and videos dedicated to showing off his physique. Plentiful amounts of shirtless pics in the mirror to show off his god-like body for all to see. There were even a few where he stood in nothing but a towel or a tight pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. Those posts always drove Nat and many others crazy. Getting to see those chiselled abs and incredible pecs was always a treat. Not to mention those colossal arms of his that needed no introduction. Apparently he considered them his best feature and for good reason. Just one of Ched’s gigantic biceps looked to be the same size as one of Nat’s legs!
He continued to search through the bank of juicy content with a growing tent in his jeans. There were of course many workout videos to go with all the pics he put up which was just the icing on the cake. Getting to see Ched working those impressive muscles of his in an effort to pump them even bigger than they already were. He really couldn’t be more of a beast! Though his British English accent was something that frequently threw Nat off. He hadn’t expected it when he first heard Ched’s voice but he certainly didn’t hate it. He found it being quite the turn on actually!
Eventually he’d begun to lose himself a bit. Soon finding himself gulping the rest of his drink down so he could focus on rubbing his arousal over his jeans while gawking at this man’s amazing body. “Fuck… I wish I could be just like him.” Nat muttered to himself. He was just about ready to unzip and whip his dick out when suddenly a strange pop up filled his screen. It said:
- Our service has deemed you eligible for an identity transfer. From what we can gather, you wish to become like the user of this account “Ched Uzor”. Would you like us to proceed in making that possible for you? -

Beneath the message was a green accept button and a red deny button. Naturally Nat’s first instinct was to deny with strange pop ups like this but as his finger hovered over the red option, he hesitated. He had no idea why but for some reason, something deep down was telling him to accept. The logical part of his mind was telling him it was most likely a scam or a virus or some kind but at the same time something else was tugging at him. Telling him that it was real and to just trust it… so he pressed accept. After which there was a slight nervousness building in his chest as a new pop up emerged that simply read:
- Confirmation Received. Preparing Physical Transfer… Gathering Information… -
Seeing this Nat began to panic slightly. What was he thinking accepting this random link!? It was probably taking all the personal info off his phone right now! Next thing he knows he’s gonna have an emptied out bank account and most of his emails compromised! Though just as the fear began to set in, the screen changed once again.
- Preparation Complete! Beginning Physical Transfer… 0% -
Physical transfer? What the hell did that mean? Well Nat was soon about to find out. He tapped away at his phone a little, trying to back out from whatever this was but nothing was working. Even pressing the home button or holding down the power button did nothing as the percentage metre slowly began to tick up.
His eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the pale skin on his hands beginning to darken. At first he thought he was seeing things but he couldn’t deny it when they started expanding too! Growing larger and meatier while also gaining a more weathered look you’d see on guys who did plenty of physical labour or spent lots of time in the gym. Before long his enlarged hands had turned a deep ebony in colour and that darker hue was quickly starting to spread across his light skin. He tossed his phone onto the couch in panic as he could do nothing but watch this bizarre transformation progress…
- Physical Transfer… 5% -
Next up were his forearms. His skin didn’t waste any time in converting from his usual pale white to a much darker tone. His biceps and shoulders soon followed the same example until both of Nat’s arms looked as though they belonged to a black man! He barely had time to process this though as moments after he felt a warm tingle flow up and down his arms for a second until suddenly they began expanding with muscle!
It began once again with his forearms pumping up rather aggressively with his biceps and triceps quickly following suit as they grew to seemingly no end. It wasn’t long before he’d not only filled out the sleeves of his shirt but the fabric was beginning to dig into his biceps until a faint ripping sound could be heard. That sound only got louder as his shoulders started to bulge, growing into huge boulders of muscle.
He looked… ridiculous! His arms were huge, bulky and a completely different colour to the rest of his small white body. Thankfully it wouldn’t stop there though. As soon as his arms finally reached their full enormous size, the transformation began to spread further.
- Physical Transfer… 25% -
Saying Nat was bewildered would be an understatement. He took a second to marvel at his arms by moving and flexing them a little as he stood up from the couch. The sleeves on his t-shirt were torn in multiple places and only continued to tear as he checked out his new guns. They were gigantic to say the least. He’d go as far as to say his arms were now bigger than a lot of the jock dudes he’d seen at the local gym. Though, as incredible as they were, they probably looked rather silly and out of place on his much smaller pale body.
Just then however, as if on cue, there was another warm tingle that darted around his torso. Of course Nat had been far too focused on the new size of his arms to notice that the skin beneath his shirt had continued changing. It started with small splotches of colour appearing across his chest, stomach, back and traps. At first making his skin appear tanned in those spots but as the patches spread and connected to one another, the tone deepened even further until it matched the same rich ebony skin colour his arms now proudly adorned.
- Physical transfer… 40% -
After what had just happened down with his now hulking arms, Nat already had a good idea of what to expect next when the warm tingle across his torso subsided. He stared down at himself, breath hitching slightly as he waited. And then he felt it. A strange pulsing sensation flooding through his upper body and then…
“UUROOUGGHH!…” Nat bellowed as his chest suddenly heaved forwards, his once unimpressive pecs eagerly starting to take shape. What was previously a relatively flat chest ballooned out into a juicy pair of meaty muscle tits that strained desperately against the front of his shirt. At the same time he found his torso growing thicker and wider in unison with his pecs. His back broadened more by the second until a massive rip tore across the spine of his shirt as he hulked out of it. It simply wasn’t able to contain so much man.
Nat’s eyes began to flicker and roll with all the intense feelings rushing through him right now. The changes were so overwhelming but at the same time… he didn’t want it to stop. Even smiling a little as he felt his traps start to bulge and his neck thicken slightly to compensate. But it didn’t end there. Even as all this new muscle was growing, his height had been increasing a little as well. His torso had grown significantly longer as his former 5’7 statue extended up to 5’11. It couldn’t be more obvious as his shirt rode up enough to give the world a view of his new thick dark abs.
That said he still looked quite ridiculous. He had the arms and torso of a bulky black man with the head and lower body of an average white dude. Not for much longer though.
- Physical Transfer… 65% -
The changes seemed slowed down towards his neck for time being but they didn’t stop their march downwards to the lower half of his body. Naturally the first things to be swallowed by the darkening skin were his groin and his backside. Then as the tingling began to swarm those two regions, it was near impossible for Nat to hide the huge grin forming on his face. By this point he was fully embracing the insane transformation and only wanted more! He didn’t know how it was possible but it just felt so damn good! All he could think about now was the rest of his body getting huge and how amazing it was going to feel!
The back of his jeans started to grow tighter by the second as his ass expanded aggressively, plumping itself up with more and more muscle. Before long his jeans were forced to really stretch themselves over two thick globes that put his former ass to shame. But it didn’t stop at the heavy black jock butt. If anything Nat’s attention was much more focused on his crotch as he rubbed a large hand over it. He could already feel the next change setting in fast.
His hard and already black cock started to bulge obscenely in his pants as it pumped itself bigger and fatter. Gaining not only length as it bucked and pulsed but some delicious girth as well that would stretch any hole to its limit. He almost couldn’t believe he didn’t cum on the spot as the mushroom tip grew thicker and rounder inside the confines of his jeans. He’d managed to stifle his moans for the most part up until that point but he couldn’t help letting out a long groan when his balls suddenly bloated to a huge and heavy size without warning. A glob of precum stained the inside of his pants as his nuts swelled with jock seed.
- Physical Transfer… 75% -
As was expected by this point, the ebony colour spread down across Nat’s legs causing his thighs and calves to darken multiple shades in tone. The change crept lower before finishing with his feet as they endured the same fate. He pulled up one of his pants legs slightly to confirm this was the case and he couldn’t help but get excited upon seeing the dark skin, knowing what was to come. His entire body from the neck down was black!
Moments later that now familiar pulsing sensation travelled up and down his legs. What followed was the sound of his jeans ripping at seams as his legs started to pack on years worth of hard earned muscle in a matter of minutes. His thighs thickened to watermelon crushing levels of size and power while his calves slowly but surely began to grow to the size of sturdy footballs. During which all Nat could hear was the sound of his legs tearing his jeans apart. But once again it didn’t stop there. Along with all the muscle, his legs began stretching longer as well. It wasn’t long before his already increased height of 5’11 went well past 6 foot and all the way up to 6’4! By that point his muscle had finished expanding leaving him with a set of huge meaty legs and jeans that were clinging on for dear life. They were in complete tatters like his shirt. The button on the front had popped off and his ankles were exposed thanks to the jeans now riding up his legs!
He only got a few seconds to rest however as the next little transformation wasn’t waiting right around the corner. The only warning he got was a pleasant buzzing sensation flowing through his feet before suddenly they began exploding with size. They grew at such a rapid rate that within moments they completely burst out of his shoes. With a grin Nat gave his new black size 14 feet a wriggle, loving the feel of how big they were.
- Physical Transfer… 90% -
Now there was only one part left to go and Nat was ready to embrace it. He closed his eyes with a smile as the darkening skin resumed its spread up over his neck and towards his head. It took a little longer than the rest of the body but before long there wasn’t a trace left of Nat’s once pale skin left. Every inch of him was now a rich dark tone. But with the skin done, it was time for the rest of his features to catch up!
A warm wave of tingly pleasure washed over his head as the final changes began. It started with the lump in his throat shifting slightly and readjusting to give him a slightly deeper and more intimidating voice but also one that could be sensual and charming. The main event however was the face itself. Facial features began moving, growing, shrinking, sharpening and softening in all the right places until there was almost no resemblance to the original Nat left. His jaw was stronger, his lips were fuller and his nose was broader. The only thing left was his hair but even that quickly began to recede from the shaggy mop it had once been into something much shorter. Forming into tight neat curls that were distinctly black. And to top it all off a short bristly beard sprouted across his face to match, making his visage all that much more handsome.
- Physical Transfer… 100%… Complete! Physical Identity of “Ched Uzor” assumed! -

Bringing his hands up to his face, Nat couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Everything about it felt different to the spacing between his eyes to the size of his features to the feeling of his hair. It was insane but at the same time extremely erotic for some reason. He had to see what he looked like.
He was in luck as he’d recently put up a new mirror in his bedroom of which he soon found himself stumbling towards, not used to his new weight and centre of gravity. Though despite having just gone through the whole transformation, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw. Staring back at him was a black muscular hunk! But not just any hunk… it was Ched Uzor! *He* was Ched Uzor! The same man he’d been drooling over online for years!
Of course Nat was far too distracted to notice but across the room on his bed, the message on his phone changed as it began to initiate the next phase…
- Preparing Mental Transfer… Gathering Information… -
Being blissfully unaware of this second transfer, Nat immediately began exploring himself with glee. He never imagined he’d get to experience what it felt like to have a body like this. Not only powerful and muscular but extremely tall as well. Before he'd always felt like the short dude in a crowd but now that he was 6’4 things are gonna be very different. Even now he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller everything seemed. How the floor looked so much further away and how things like his bed, desk and closet seemed so tiny now. It was crazy to wrap his head around but he could certainly get used to it.
- Preparation Complete! Beginning Mental Transfer… 0% -
Nat couldn’t help but love how his former clothes were now in tatters as they struggled to contain his new godly form. Despite that, he had to get a proper look. And so he gripped his torn t-shirt and with one swift motion, ripped it off his torso with ease. Tossing the fabric to one side, Nat took the opportunity to marvel at his incredible upper body. Starting by giving his juicy new pecs a generous squeeze before pinching at his dark nipples. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how many guys he’d get to fuck with a body like this. He was gonna have dudes practically falling to their knees before him.
“Mmm I wonder if I can bounce my pecs like this…” Nat mumbled to himself, loving the new English accent to his voice. He struggled at first, flexing the muscle on his chest awkwardly, but then something just hit him. Suddenly he started popping his pecs like a pro. No wonder because he’s been able to bounce them like that for years now!
- Mental Transfer… 10% -
Once he’d had his fun with his pecs, Nat made sure to give his abs a bit of attention as well, running his hands across the hard ridges with a bite of his lip before moving onto his arms. Sure he’d given them a good flex earlier but now he had the rest of the body to back them up. To say they were unreal wouldn’t do them enough justice. They were so massive and juicy that merely moving his huge arms gave him a power rush, never mind flexing them for the mirror. Getting to feel the pure strength behind all that raw muscle was intoxicating.
“Ughhh yeah!… I’m so huge!” He moaned as his enlarged cock strained against his underwear. He was getting drunk on the sensation of how huge his arms were. No wonder he considered them his best feature. He’d always had big arms so when he started training them properly they just exploded with size! Now he and everyone he met couldn’t seem to get enough of them.
- Mental Transfer… 25% -

He just had to see his body in its full glory. Not wasting any more time Chat gripped his jeans and just like with his shirt he ripped them off before tossing the remains to the side. Now all he had covering himself was an extremely tight pair of underwear that had the tip of his excited cock peeking out one of the leg holes. Overall he was pretty surprised that his underwear seemed intact. Or so he thought anyway.
After giving a quick twirl in the mirror, he was fast to notice a huge rip down the back that gave a perfect window view of his large muscle ass. Seeing this Chat couldn’t help but laugh before giving his big butt a hefty slap, enjoying the way it recoiled slightly. “Yeahhh boy! That’s what I’m talkin about!” He smirked as he took pride in the powerful glutes he’d crafted over the years, just as impressive as the rest of his body.
But of course he couldn’t ignore the main course for long. That new cock of his was begging for attention and Chat was willing enough to oblige. He turned back around to face the mirror once more before ripping off his underwear and allowing his fat new dick to spring free at last. Finally he was able to get a good look at his body in its entirety. “Thank fuck I decided to drop college so I could work on my body.” He stated proudly while turning to look at himself from every possible angle
- Mental Transfer… 50% -
Chat was completely oblivious to what was happening to his mind. With every second that passed his personal reality was being warped around him. He was starting to believe that this was all normal while his former identity was slowly being pushed out of his head to be replaced by a new one. His intelligence dropped a fair margin in the process from the IQ of an intelligent young man to the level of a blissful jock. Not dumb per say but not as bright as he once was either.
Despite everything he still found himself insanely turned on by his reflection even if the reasoning for it was becoming blurrier and blurrier with every passing moment. He gripped his thick black member with a dumb grin, loving how it filled his large hand before pumping it slowly. For some reason it felt way more sensitive than usual. Generally his cock was quite active but this was something different. It almost felt like it was begging him to cum. But he had to savour it just a tad bit longer. It felt far too amazing to rush.
He managed to keep a smooth rhythm with his stroking as he continued to explore his buff body for some obscure reason. As he did, a lot of his former smarts were replaced with a bunch of gym, workout and healthy eating knowledge. All of which was necessary to maintain a huge physique like his. He was definitely gonna need it. After all how else was he gonna be an online coach if he didn’t know all the tips, tricks and secrets to getting swole as fuck!
- Mental Transfer… 80% -
As his free hand wandered around the muscular crevices of his body, it eventually found its way to his back side. At first he was simply grabbing and kneading his cheeks which he didn’t think too much of at first. Just enjoying the feeling until he tried to slip a finger towards his hole. The moment said finger grazed that tight puckered hole however, his eyes snapped open. “The fuck am I doing!?” He questioned out loud as he drew his hand away from his ass. He wasn’t sure why the hell he’d been doing that. After all he’d never been into ass stuff before. Not to mention his asshole is clamped shut anyway. No way anything was getting up there anytime soon. Instead he just tried to shake off the weird experience and focus on jerking off instead.
“Fuuuuck bro! Why am I so horny today!?” Chet moaned as his cock began spluttering pre-cum relentlessly, getting his hand wet and sticky. “I need a hookup or something. Haven’t been with a girl in weeks…” he droned off mindlessly, not even realising the problem with what he’d just said. Yet despite everything it was still his thick muscular body that was the main attraction of his sexual desire right now.
- Mental Transfer… 90% -
Chet began stroking faster as he bounced his pecs again in the mirror, his own body seeming so hypnotising for some reason. It baffled him as he’d never felt this way about himself before but he didn’t bother questioning it. How could he when he could already feel his fat bull balls starting to churn. They were getting ready to shoot while his cock grew more and more sensitive by the second. All of his senses were being overloaded as a thick haze settled over his mind. And soon enough that pleasure began to peak…
Chet couldn’t stop himself from flexing almost every muscle in his body involuntarily as his balls squeezed, sending a fat load up towards his cock until… “FUUUUUUuuuuuccckkkkk…” Chet moaned heartily as his massive dick shot rope after rope of hot thick jock nut all over the mirror like an erupting volcano. Shooting more cum than he ever had in his life while giving the reflective glass a sticky coating of delicious man milk.
- Mental Transfer… 98%… Error Error… -
The pop up screen on his phone began to flash with a warning as the meter seemed to get stuck on 98%.. The Error message continued to flash for a few seconds before the screen changed again, jumping directly to a new screen without having shown the 100% at all.
- Congratulations! You have assumed the Mental and Physical identity of “Ched Uzor”! It would seem our work here is complete! Enjoy the rest of your day. -
The strange pop up claimed proudly before disappearing without a trace. The phone returned to Ched’s Instagram, only now it seemed to be logged in as the user of the account.
Back over at the mirror Ched grabbed his head in confusion. That was one of the biggest nuts of his life so he couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he’d done it to his own reflection instead of to a hot babe like usual. But even more importantly where the hell was he? This definitely wasn’t his house and those ripped clothes on the floor certainly didn’t belong to him. He closed his eyes and racked his brain for a moment, trying to figure everything out until it finally hit him. He was on vacation to America right now and he’d hired this dude to look after his place back in the UK. The dude’s name was Nat if he remembered correctly. He took a breather as things finally started to fall into place.
And so, with his cock turning flaccid once again, Ched grabbed some tissues and started to clean up the huge mess he’d made. After all, the people he was renting this place from wouldn’t be happy if he left their mirror with a huge cumstain on it. Once that was done he’d better find himself some clothes to put on so he can enjoy the rest of his evening and take plenty of pics for his Instagram. He knew how thirsty some of his followers were and they were always eager to get another glimpse at his incredible body. Not that he could blame them.

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- 4 Months Later -
Ched had long since returned home to the UK. That Nat guy had done a good job looking after his house while he was gone, the place looked spotless! Though he could swear there was something eerily familiar about Nat that he just couldn’t place. He couldn’t really put it into words. It was almost like nagging in the back of your mind when you’ve forgotten something but can’t remember what. Regardless he thanked the smaller man before giving him the second half of his payment and sending him on his way.
Since then things had been normal for the most part. Making inspirational posts on Instagram about exercising and getting into shape as well as just having an excuse to show off a bit. Naturally he spent plenty of time in the gym as always and was hard at work coaching his online clients as a personal trainer. But there were a couple weird things he’d noticed recently…
For example he still hadn’t gotten over this weird fascination with his own body he’d developed lately. Every time he looked at his reflection he found his cock chubbing up for some reason and he had no idea why. Plus the amount of times he would end up groping his own muscles while jerking off. He’d never done that before but now he couldn’t help it. But don’t get him wrong though, Ched isn’t gay. He’s been hooking up with plenty of women as of late and had no problem getting it up when they pull their tits out for him. If anything he’d say he’s been fucking more pussy recently than usual. Getting into bed with hot chicks left and right to fuck their bimbo brains out… but that could be partially due to him compensating for another new desire.
You see along with his self infatuation, over these past few months Ched had also caught himself glancing at other men. Not just in an admiring kind of way either. Like he was properly eyeing them up. His gaze was constantly being drawn to their asses and bulges. It was madness! He’d never been into dudes before so why were these feelings suddenly surfacing now!?
Recently there’d been this new guy at the gym that’d he’d been speaking to. Brandon was his name. Massive dude, about the same size as Ched himself. And just like with many other guys, Ched hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking out Brandon’s huge body. Only difference being that he could swear he caught Brandon checking him out as well…
Surely he couldn’t be gay because he did genuinely love women as well. So maybe he was Bi? If that was the case, how he managed to go all these years and not realise until now was beyond him. Well perhaps if this Brandon dude really was interested he could give it a go and ask him out or hook up maybe?… see what happens?
Little did Ched know that this was actually due to the error during his Mental Transfer. It seemed a tiny percentage of Nat remained inside him and vice versa for the new Nat as well. It was that tiny part of himself that was obsessed with his body and the part that still had an interest in men. But of course he’d never know that because as far he knows, Nat is just the guy that looked after his house for a couple weeks. He of course was the hunky Instagram model and online coach Ched Uzor! Only now he was a little gayer than before. And you know what? He was okay with that.

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"Hey bro! You never heard of Pig Out? Well, it's newest night club around here and soon it will be the talk of the town! It's not a normal night club, it's an experience... a life-changing experience! It's indescribable, bro. Just get in and pig out! But be careful, once the pig is out, it might be hard to put it back in, but by then you probably don't want to.
So what are you waiting for? Grab a cigar and enter. You don't smoke? Well, soon you will. It's all part of the experience, haha!"
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Fuck! My brother stole my fucking phone and screwed around with my Chronivac. When I get my phone back I see “IQ: very low, stoner himbo preset, horniness: max. Applying changes.” I need help! Fuck!

Yo, you still remember that dude in the pic? Nah? But you think he’s a total stud. Kinda stiff and high maintenance. But bro, you’d totally hit it. I mean, you'd go for anything with a tight ass and those sick biceps…
Dude, that used to be you, ya know? Well, like a thousand hand sessions ago. So, roughly three or four months. Bro, how many tissues you go through in a day?
Your rents are threatening to cut you off again. Probably your bro’s fault, the golden boy… Man, you’ve got a lecture tomorrow, I’m calling it. But first, you need a doobie. And a clean tissue, for sure.
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“Babe, what are you doing?” I ask, walking in on my husband downing a carton of milk.
“Uh, nothin’ sweetie! I’m just starvin’!” He says with an uncharacteristic deep voice as he wipes milk off his chin.
“You’ve been acting strange lately. First I catch you ordering 3 pizzas for yourself and now this! I thought we were supposed to go to the gym together babe.”
“Ah. Don’t cry darlin’. I hate to see you this way.” He says as he wraps his arms around me. He smells like a mixture of sweat and grease. It’s honestly repulsive.
“Since when do you call me darling? And seriously, you need to take a shower. You can’t act this way in front of the kids.”
He looks at me with a mischievous grin before giving in and going upstairs to take a shower. He kisses me on the cheek and walks upstairs. I wonder what’s gotten into him lately…
“Stupid bitch… Can’t wait till I give this guy the balls to divorce her. You need a real man in your life.” The possessed man says to his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. “How long’s it been since this ass has had some action, eh?”
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Another Locker Room Harvest

Mikey, was developing into quite the gym buddy over the last few months. He was always eager to spot somebody or give them pointers on their technique. I could’ve seen developing quite the friendship with him. I thought that’s what I would do for a change. but my darker impulses took over.

We just finished our fitness regiment and we went to the locker rooms to clean up. I forgot I had a bodysuit syringe in my gym bag. My hand touched it as Mikey was stripping off his clothes and had his back towards me. It was almost like a reflex. I plunged the needle into his shoulder.

He looked back up at me with confusion before a vacant look swept across his face. He didn’t deserve what happened to him. But he was going to die at some point, at least this way he can be young and fit forever.
His husk collapsed on the tile floor. I knew he was going to be a tight fit, but since I’ve gone through the trouble of harvesting him, I had to try. I slipped him on while his flesh was still warm. The way his skin clung to me, forced me to let out an orgasmic moan. I knew I was going to enjoy being Mikey.
He was a unique subject to add to my collection. Although my closet is dominated with the skin of Latino men, he had something else mixed in. His mom was Filipino and his dad was Mexican. His mixed race gave him an exotic look. A look I was happy to now call my own.

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Hairy Latino

That’s me behind that face. It’s not the face I was born with, but it most definitely belongs to me now. When I first met him, I knew I was going to call that face my own. I loved the way his mustache sat on top of his full lips. I especially appreciate his hairy chest and pits. They still have his musk. I think I’m gonna wear him for a while. I like the way I feel in his skin.
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My roommate is starting to catch on. I mean he’s been missing chunks of time from his day, now that I’ve been taking his better alter ego to the gym with me. I mean hitting the clubs together at night was perfect, but he’s too much of a good bro not to workout together- and sneak in a shower or locker room fuck. Anyway all I need to say is “bro mode activate” and he swells up into this dumb horny himbo, ready to party and show off. There’s a little resemblance to his old self in there- like he kinda passes as a hotter dumb-as-rocks older cousin or something. It’s hot watching it happen, seeing him freeze in place, jaw get all rigid, then square off and shoulders and chest explode with size and muscle all while his cock go full on thick and hard mast. Then he’s ready to go- no questions asked. Honestly I hate it when he turns back, but our time together seems to be getting longer and longer. Besides, all I have to say is “Bro mode activate” and he’s back for more.
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Ghosts Like To Be Subs Too
If you told Julian that ghosts were real, then he’d probably just laugh in your face and call you fucking stupid. Ever since he was a kid, he never believed in ghosts, demons, or anything of the like. Paranormal activities were nothing more than a cheesy fantasy to him.
His stubborn refusal to suspend his disbelief for even a second set Julian apart from other naysayers. Once Halloween season came around, everyone knew not to invite Julian to any haunted houses unless they wanted an earful of his bitching about how unrealistic everything looked. He was a buzzkill through and through.
Julian didn’t mind being left out of the spooky festivities though. If anything, it gave him plenty of time to just enjoy himself at home.

One night, strange things began happening around his apartment as he was just chilling in bed. However, being the stark nonbeliever that he was, Julian simply explained away everything with logic and reason.
Flickering lights? Probably just needs new light bulbs. Sudden, cold gusts of wind? Most likely just the A/C kicking in. Random creaking and groaning sounds? No doubt just the loud neighbors upstairs.
As the night progressed, the strange occurrences grew more erratic and inexplicable. However, regardless of what happened, Julian remained unfazed. Little did he know, however, it was a ghost behind all paranormal activity in his apartment. A ghost had wandered into his residence, looking for a human vessel to take over. And what better choice for a vessel than a nonbeliever?
Just as Julian was getting ready for bed, all of the lights in his apartment blew out, leaving him vulnerable in pitch-black darkness. Despite this, he merely groaned in annoyance and used his phone flashlight to finish getting ready.
“Goddamn it… That stupid landlord really needs to get off his ass and fix the wiring in this fucking building…”
Julian finished his nighttime routine and tucked himself into bed. He turned off his phone flashlight, allowing the darkness to swallow him whole, and closed his eyes. As he waited to fall asleep, the ghost decided to make its presence known.
Ooooo… Ooooooo…

“Great, what now?” Julian grumbled as he sat up in bed. He was face-to-face with the smoggy ghost with pink glowing eyes. For the first time in his life, Julian had been confronted with something his sense of logic couldn’t explain. He was speechless.
“What the fuck…?”
Ooooo… Ooooooooo…!!!
The ghost made its move and charged at Julian while he was too busy trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It slammed into his face, causing Julian to fall back onto his bed with a thud. Panic and adrenaline kicked in as he realized he was in danger. Julian tried scuttling away from the ghost, but it was quickly gaining on him. The ghost positioned itself right on top of Julian’s face. He began coughing as the thick, ghostly fog enveloped his head, granting the ghost the perfect entrance into his body.
The ghost began trickling inside Julian’s body through his orifices. Mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes, the ghost used every hole in his head. Julian convulsed and thrashed around his bed as he felt the inside of his body getting filled up with a ghostly presence. The sounds of Julian violently gagging filled his bedroom. He flexed the muscles in his throat in an attempt to stop the ghost’s main entry point, but it was useless. The ghost continued pushing its way inside of Julian despite his efforts. It was an expert in possessing other beings and there was nothing an ordinary human could do to stop it now.
Once the ghost occupied enough space inside of Julian, it began exercising its newfound control over his body. It started by forcing him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes shot open as he felt his body moving against his command. Wanting to seal his throat again, Julian raised his hand to choke himself. However, the ghost read his thoughts and quickly used his other hand to stop him. Julian tried resisting the ghost’s control over his body but to no avail. His throat relaxed and his mouth hung wide open, ready for the ghost to finish slithering down inside of him.
“Mmmrrmph… Uhhhhh…” Julian moaned. He gripped his bedsheets as he slurped up the last piece of his invader with one final gulp. Julian felt full of a ghastly sensation he couldn’t explain in words. His body was tense, sore, and bloated all over. As he laid there, panting for breath, Julian felt his hands start moving on their own. They reached out to his torso and began massaging his pecs and abs. The ghost’s body takeover was complete.
“MMMMM! FEELS SO GOOD!!!” the ghost bellowed in a loud, demonic voice. It was overjoyed to have flesh and a real voice again. No longer would it be forced to communicate in ooo’s like some cartoon ghost.
The ghost purred as it explored its new vessel, relishing the feel of the firm, hard-earned muscles it had just stolen from Julian. A nearby mirror caught its eye, and the ghost scoffed at the sight of his reflection.
“HMPH. FUCK THESE CLOTHES. GET NAKED, NOW!!”
The ghost snapped its fingers, and the powerful sound echoed throughout the apartment. Then, within seconds, Julian's wife beater and sweatpants burst open. Shreds of fabric fell to the ground like confetti. The ghost smirked again as it saw Julian’s heavy tool hang low.

��A FINE SPECIMEN OF A HUMAN MALE INDEED!” The ghost wrapped its calloused hand around its new cock and gave himself a few pumps. “PERFECT FOR BREEDING! CAN’T WAIT TO USE IT—”
As the ghost was busy admiring its newly possessed body, Julian’s phone began ringing. The ghost scowled at the phone for interrupting his moment of self-worship, but his expression softened when he saw the name of the incoming call. Pedro.
Then, inspiration struck. The ghost quickly grabbed the phone and cleared its throat before answering.
“Hello? Hey, what’s up?” the ghost said with Julian’s voice instead of his regular voice. The man on the other side of the call talked normally, failing to notice anything wrong with his friend. The ghost grinned with a malicious gleen in its eyes as they spoke. Its body takeover plan was going perfectly and was about to get even better.
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“Hey, are you still awake… Cool, you down to chill tonight… Alright, I’ll be over in a bit. See you soon.”
Pedro hung up and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. He was shocked that Julian answered. He knew that Julian was a creature of habit who never strayed from his routine. It seemed odd to Pedro that he would still be awake past his usual 9PM curfew without good reason. Maybe Julian couldn’t sleep either? Pedro wasn’t sure, but decided to just brush the thought aside and get ready. He already told him he’d be coming over after all.
Pedro threw on some random clothes and drove downtown to Julian’s apartment complex. He punched in the access code, took the elevator, and walked up to Julian’s doorstep where he awaited him.
“Hey! Glad you could make it,” Julian said as he dabbed him up.
“Thanks for having me over. Watchu doing up tonight anyway?”
“Not much really, just can’t sleep. I was actually about to start watching Netflix right when you called.”
“Really? That’s cool.” Pedro made himself at home while Julian helped himself to the couch and turned on Netflix.
Pedro felt a shiver run up his spine as he took off his shoes. He felt like he was stared at. Pedro turned and saw Julian grinning from ear to ear.

“You good, chief? What are you smiling for?” Pedro asked. Julian shrugged.
“I’m just enjoying your company. How are you feeling tonight? Come join me.”
“Good… Thanks for asking.”
Pedro felt goosebumps form on his arms as he sat next to Julian. In all the years he had known him, Julian was never a smiley kind of guy. Although they were pretty close friends, something about Julian’s demeanor seemed… wrong. He never went out of his way to create a warm, welcoming environment for his guests. No, Julian was a serious man who did just enough to not be marked an asshole by others.
With that suspicion in mind, Pedro tried sneaking a glance at Julian. He tried to do so without Julian noticing, but he immediately caught him. He turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Pedro saw Julian’s eyes flash pink.

Julian returned his focus back to the movie. Meanwhile, Pedro was trying to mentally process what he had just seen. He replayed the image over and over in his head. It was just a brief second. Blink and you miss it. But Pedro knew what he saw. Julian’s eyes had turned pink!
“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem tense,” Julian asked. He threw an arm around Pedro’s shoulder, but Pedro shook him away.
“What’s wrong with me? Bro what’s wrong with YOU!?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I mean— Why are you acting like this? Smiling at me, acting all extra for no reason, and your eyes! I swear to God bro your eyes turned pink when you looked at me! What’s with you? It’s like you’re possessed or some shit!!”
The two men stared at each other. Pedro was waiting for a response but never got one. Instead, Julian closed his eyes and tilted his head downward. Pedro opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a low chuckle coming from Julian. His shoulders were bouncing as his laugh grew gradually louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, he threw his head back up and let out a deep, maniacal laughter that rang throughout the apartment. His eyes were glowing bright pink, too! Pedro fell onto the ground from the shock. He wasn’t serious when he accused Julian of being possessed. It was just a figure of speech! But it was becoming all too clear that he was correct…
“AMAZING!!” Julian’s voice boomed. His voice had dropped to an unnaturally deep pitch that shook Pedro to his core. “NEVER IN THE HUNDRED YEARS THAT I’VE BEEN AROUND HAVE I BEEN SUSSED OUT THIS QUICKLY! I CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH!!”
“What are you? WHO are you?” Pedro said as he picked himself up from the ground.
“Does that really matter now? As far as we’re concerned, I’m Julian. Always have been, and always will be. At least until I get bored of this body anyway.”
Pedro was glaring at Julian as he spoke. The ghost noticed and chuckled in response.
“What’s the matter? You want your little friend back? Do you really think—”
Before Julian could finish his sentence, Pedro charged at him at full speed. Pedro grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the couch. The ghost was shocked at how quickly a big guy like Pedro could move. He had him pinned down before he could even retaliate!
“Listen here,” Pedro whispered. “You’re gonna get out of my friend’s body and you’re gonna do it now. Do I make myself clear?”
Pedro had a tight grip around Julian’s throat. The ghost was struggling to breathe, let alone talk. Pedro softened his grip just enough to let the ghost talk.
“I can’t!! This body is too tight of a fit, I won’t be able to leave without something pushing me out! Something long and hard like a shoe horn!”
Pedro contemplated how best to force the entity out. An idea quickly came to mind, but Pedro wasn’t particularly happy about the implications. He looked down at his buddy’s face, then decided what he was about to do was well worth the price if it meant saving his friend.
“Heh, alright fucker! Hope you’re ready to leave cuz I’m gonna force you out with my dick!!”
Without hesitation, Pedro made his move.


He planted his mouth onto Julian’s lips, catching him by surprise. It was a sudden, rough kiss but it was a welcome one. The ghost opened his lips and let Pedro slip his tongue in as it kissed him back. The rough, scratchy feeling of their beards brushing against each other’s lips caused them both to let out low, sensual groans with every kiss. Their hands became frisky and began exploring each other’s bodies as they made out. Pedro groped Julian’s ass, Julian massaged Pedro’s jacked arms. They locked their lips and bodies pressed against each other as they moved towards Julian’s bedroom. Once there, Pedro pushed Julian onto the bed and quickly took off his clothes. Julian did the same.
Pedro hopped in between Julian’s legs and wrapped a hand around his throat again. The ghost looked at him with big, wet eyes full of desire. Pedro merely smirked. Even though he was the one that started their little makeout sesh, Pedro wasn’t doing it for fun. He was doing this to save Julian from whatever was possessing his body and nothing more.
“Open your mouth.”
Julian did as he was told. Pedro leaned in and spat a ball of saliva into Julian’s mouth. As he watched Julian swallow his spit, Pedro grinned and tightened his grip on his throat, causing him to let out a suppressed moan from the delightfully sensual feeling of getting choked.
“Such a good little slut! You like when Papi spits in your mouth?”
“Yes Papi, I love it!”
“Want me to do it again?”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Papi! Please, sir! Spit in my mouth again!!” Julian opened his mouth as wide as he could and Pedro spat into him again.
“Good boy!!” Pedro said with a cocky smirk. He then leaned back down and planted his lips against Julian’s again.
They shared a few more deep kisses and as they did so, Julian felt something begin to poke against his butt. Pedro pulled away to spit on his erect cock. As he lubed up his dick, he took a good, long look at the man laying underneath him.

Although he had always been curious, Pedro had never actually fucked a guy before. Though the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, Pedro was glad his first man was a hottie with a body like Julian.
With that thought in mind, Pedro leaned back down for another kiss. This time, as they made out, Pedro began guiding his dick to Julian’s hole. Once he lined up his tip, Pedro pushed it in until his cock penetrated him.
“Mmm…” Pedro purred as he felt his dick go inside of Julian. The warm feeling of his tight ass enveloping his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout his groin.
“Mmmmm— Hm? Ow! Arghhhh!”
Pedro let out a horrific gagging noise as he threw his head back. His pupils went white and his body became stiff, trapping Julian underneath him with his dick tip still planted inside of him.
Yes, finally! Now let me inside!!
Meanwhile, a sinister smile formed on the ghost’s stolen face. It then took a deep breath in and exhaled. As it did so, a thick fog left Julian’s mouth and went straight inside Pedro’s agape mouth.
“Mrrrmphh? Mmmmugghhhh!!!”
Pedro convulsed violently as his body was getting filled rapidly with the same entity that took over Julian’s body. It felt like he was getting stuffed with air. His muscles tightened with every mouthful of ghost essence he was forced to swallow. Before he knew it, Pedro felt his consciousness fade away as the ghost took complete control over his body. The last thing he remembered was feeling his face muscles form an unwanted smile before everything went black.
“Hehehe… TWO VESSELS IN ONE NIGHT? FEELS FUCKING AMAZING BROO! OHH I LOOK SO GOOD WITH TATTOOS! JUST LOOK AT THIS HAIRY BODY!!”

Pedro’s cock slipped out of Julian’s ass as the ghost took a deep whiff of its dank pit smell. It looked down and blew a sharp whistle at the mere sight of its new, long member. While Julian had girth, Pedro had length. The ghost wasn’t sure which dick it preferred. Not that it really mattered though, as it would be putting both to good use.
Julian’s body went limp now that the ghost was out of him. His eyes were open but with a glazed over look to them. The ghost tried catching his attention, but Julian was unresponsive. Do doubt he was still in a severe daze after getting possessed.
The ghost smirked. It decided to make the most of having two bodies under its possession. It flipped Julian over onto his stomach, then stuck Pedro’s cock back into his ass.
“Yeahhh take that big dick like a good bitch,” the ghost said in Pedro’s voice. He watched with a smile as his massive 8 inch cock disappeared into Julian’s ass. Once it was entirely in, Pedro grabbed Julian’s waist and began thrusting into him like he was furious.
“Fuck yeah! That’s how I like to get fucked, raw and hard! Got that, you oversized lump of walking meat!?” the ghost said out loud. Once it finished issuing its command to Pedro’s body, the ghost exited through his mouth and zipped straight into Julian.
“Ahhhh! AarrrggGGGHHH FUCKKKK!!!” Julian shouted out as the ghost re-entered him.
Between Julian’s body getting possessed again and having his ass full of thick, Latino cock, the ghost was caught between two powerful forces of erotic stimulation. Additionally, even though the ghost wasn’t directly in control anymore, Pedro’s body was still moving according to its last command and fucking him as hard as he could.
“Ah— Ahh— Oohhh— Fu— Uckk—!!” Julian cried out with pleasure everytime Pedro rammed his hips into him, forcing his cock even deeper into his ass.
“Push your ass out.” Pedro said in a monotone voice. He pushed Julian’s head down into the pillow as he arched his back even further and bit into the pillow. Pedro picked up the rhythm of his thrusting speed and jackhammered away at Julian’s hole.
The small bedroom became filled with the erotic sounds of two men fucking like their lifes depended on it. Pedro grunted like an automated fucking machine and Julian moaned like the cock hungry slut he had become. They had become drenched in sweat and their body odor permeated the air, filling it with a potent, sweaty musk that was absolutely delightful to the nose.
“Nrghhh… Ohhhnghhhh!”
Julian felt Pedro’s fucking speed change. He was getting close, but the ghost wouldn’t let him finish so soon. The ghost quickly shot itself out of Julian and back into Pedro. Pedro gagged briefly as the ghost zipped down his throat but then let out a sigh of relief as he fell under complete possession again. Now that it was at the steering wheel, the ghost slowed down Pedro’s thrusting to stop him from blowing his load. The ghost then decided to stay as Pedro and take a turn at topping.
It pounded away at Julian’s ass, his cock sliding in and out at rapid speeds. Once the ghost noticed Julian was getting close to finishing, it returned to Julian’s body to stop him. The ghost kept up this cycle for a good while. Whenever one of the men was close, the ghost would repossess and prevent them from shooting their load. The ghost kept them at the edge of climax, only to cut them short every time.
The ghost was making them fuck for as long as they physically could. The time gap between body takeovers got shorter and shorter. It got to the point where the ghost could simultaneously experience fucking as Pedro and getting fucked as Julian, like being in the middle of a threesome. It was a bodily ecstasy unlike any other. After not having flesh to call its own for so long, the ghost felt like its senses were on fire! Only once it finally had enough, the ghost exited their bodies and allowed them to shoot out their heavy loads in what looked like a sticky, white eruption. Both Julian and Pedro bellowed out a loud FUCKK as they became drenched in their own bodily fluids. They were both left panting for breath after such a rough hookup!
The ghost floated in the air after it finished having its fun. It needed a moment to breathe too! But it knew that it didn’t have too much time to relax. After all, Julian and Pedro could wake up if it took too long! Thankfully, however, the ghost’s worries were unwarranted. As the ghost hovered back down, it saw a strange sight. Julian and Pedro turned to face the ghost, and despite neither being actively possessed, their eyes were still glowing bright pink!
The ghost was amazed. It had come to Julian’s humble abode to take over Julian’s body as its new permanent vessel. However, in an awfully lucky turn of events, the ghost had successfully secured not one, but TWO human bodies to possess (and as if that wasn’t enough, it was two well-endowed, hairy Latino men too!!)
It was too perfect. The ghost couldn’t help but relish in its own flawless success. It hopped into Julian’s body and let out its signature demonic laugh. Then, just as a quick experiment, it hopped into Pedro’s body and laughed. It was true— both Julian and Pedro were under its control! Even if the ghost wasn’t inside them, they only waited until their new ghostly master returned.
And so, the ghost continued living as a human, sometimes as Julian, sometimes as Pedro. To make things more convenient, the ghost decided to have its vessels get married and move in together. Although it was the ghost behind their every word and action, Julian and Pedro looked like they were just happily married husbands to the outside world.
And nobody would be none the wiser.

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Osaka October 2024
After saving up for years and working hard, I finally manifested my dream of visiting Osaka, Japan. Ever since I was a kid, I've always wanted to visit this city. There's just something about Osaka that intrigues me... Sure, Tokyo and Kyoto are cool too, but Osaka always stood out to me as special. I mean, I'm a huge fan of Capcom video games and Osaka just happens to be where Capcom is headquartered. Plus, Universal Studios has always been on my bucket list!
Anyway, I stayed at a small Airbnb because it was much more affordable for my budget and I had the place to myself near downtown. My Airbnb was within walking distance of a dojo, and I thought the traditional building looked interesting. Since today was my last day here in Osaka before flying back home tomorrow, I decided to check out that dojo.

The guy who seemed like the guard at the dojo was nice enough to let me look around. Of course, I had to snap a few pictures. As I peeked inside, I saw people training. Mostly younger guys and girls, but my eyes were glued to the buff, hot coaches. They looked exactly like the Bara guys I always draw: big, chunky, muscular, and sexy.
“Judo, huh… interesting.”
I wandered around a bit more. The place had a sort of museum vibe, with everything looking like it belonged in a picture. But then, I ended up lost and stumbled into a room.
“Oh crap…” I thought. Shouldn’t have gone this far... It felt like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. When I tried to leave, the door wouldn’t budge. I twisted the knob a few times, but it felt like someone had locked it from the outside.
“Dammit! If they find me here, I’ll be in so much trouble!”
I looked around for another way out, but there was just that door and it was stuck. Oh great...
“Sumimasen! Sumimasen!” I called out, but no one heard me.
I sat on a bench feeling frustrated, my mind started racing of worst case scenarios. Getting locked inside a dojo wasn’t something I saw coming today. What if they thought I was trying to steal something? I couldn’t handle the idea of ending up in a Japanese jail or worse, getting deported… What a nightmare that would be, right!
“Huh? What’s that smell??”
Suddenly, a strong scent hit me. It was sweaty and musky.. like something damp and unwashed. It was definitely a man’s smell. I glanced around and saw a locker in front of me, its door slightly open. I got curious, so I opened it wider. The smell got stronger, making me cover my nose.
“Ugh! How long has this been sitting here!”
Inside was a gi, hanging up.
“This must belong to someone, but damn, they need to wash this shit!”
I reached out and grabbed it. Just as I expected, it was slightly damp, and around the neckline and armpits were these yellowish stains. For some reason, I felt a sudden warmth and noticed my dick starting to react.
“Ta…kagi?” I noticed the name embroidered on the kimono. It must’ve belonged to Takagi-san. “Must be one of the coaches…”
Then a weird intrusive thought hit me. What if…? I glanced around, just to make sure I was still alone in the room.. Part of me hesitated, thinking it was stupid. I didn’t want to end up smelling like this thing, but… I was curious, okay, and for some reason I felt strangely turned on…
“Ehh, no one’s gonna see me anyway...”
So, I took off my t-shirt and pants. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, it felt so wrong, but the curiosity and thrill were too much to ignore.. I took another deep whiff of the kimono. “Fuck, this stinks…” I groaned, but instead of being disgusted, I felt my body react in ways I didn’t expect…
And before I knew it, I was slipping my arms into the kimono, buckling the black belt around me. The smell seemed to wrap around me, making me feel weirdly warm. I slid into the pants too and grabbed my phone, looking at myself in the camera. The gi hung loose on my small frame.
“I wonder what Takagi-san looks like—”
NNGHH!
Out of nowhere, I felt a hard punch to my back, then my stomach. My body jerked, and my back arched. No one was here, but it felt so real. Was it a ghost??
My body heated up, and I started sweating. Then came this cracking sound. My toes and feet were growing in size and reshaping, and I could feel something growing inside me, like my stomach was expanding. My skinny figure started to grow with muscles. It was painful, but in a weird way, it felt… good? The cracks and crunching noises filled the room.

I scratched at my chest and stomach as thick hair started sprouting all over.. “Fuckk.. itchy!” I groaned, feeling my voice crack. Like something lodged in my throat. The smell coming off my body was strong now, filling the air around me.

I touched my chest, now covered in thick hair, and felt the sweat dripping from my pits. My body kept changing. I felt a tugging sensation on my hair, as chunks of my hair fell to the floor. It was all gone, leaving me with a short, oily crew cut. I ran my fingers through it and couldn’t resist bringing them to my nose to smell…
「 やべ ! 」 I muttered in Japanese. 「いい匂いだね …」(Fuckk! Smells so good…)
My dick throbbed hard, dripping. Then my face started to shift, like something was moving under my skin. My features became more rugged, more masculine. I looked older, and Japanese.
“Ohhh…” I groaned as a thick beard sprouted on my chin. As the changes finished, I came hard, my cum spilling out onto the gi, making a huge mess. I was gasping, shuddering in pleasure. Still trying to process what just happened…
I grabbed my phone again, opened the camera, and froze. My jaw dropped…
NO FREAKING WAY.
That face… was that Takagi-san?? I looked down at my round, hairy stomach and chest, my fingers trailing over the thick hair. “Ohhh… so good,” I muttered to myself in Japanese. I actually looked like one of the coaches I saw earlier… but way hotter and bigger.
Just as I was trying to make sense of it all, suddenly I heard a noise coming from the door that was stuck, creaked open.
「 おお、高木さん!やっと見つけた。生徒たちが待ってるよ—練習の時間だよ。」( Ah, Takagi-san! There you are, I’ve been looking for you! The students are waiting, it’s time for your lesson.” a guy said in Japanese. He was one of the men I’d seen earlier, somehow I understood what he was saying completely…
I was still speechless, too stunned to reply.
「 高木さん?大丈夫?」 (Takagi-san..? You okay??) he asked, looking at me with confusion.
Oh no… I had actually turned into Takagi-san. A freaking judo coach. Guess this trip was going to be way longer than I thought.
But looking at myself, with a face and body like this, I didn’t really mind. Staying like this from now on….
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After donning his polo, drone 110, formerly Evan, had discovered a new appreciation and obsession with rubber. The way it hugged his every curve was causing a near endless pleasurable tingling to course through him. Now something new was calling out to him from across the room. He couldn't pull his eyes off the rubber pup mask staring back at him from the desk, drawing him in with the same intensity of the rubber currently wrapped around him.
His fingers trembled slightly as he gripped the mask, lifting it up almost a reverent manner. The smooth rubber made his fingers tingle in delight. Bringing the eyes of the mask level with his own, he stared into the empty void. He could feel the mask pulling in him into it. He was too enthralled by the playful whispers echoing in his mind to notice that he was slowly bringing the mask closer and closer to his face.
Without hesitation the mask seemed to spring to life, leaping out of his hand and onto his face, adhering itself to his face. Before he could process it, the cool rubber spread around his head, sealing around it tightly, forming itself to his features perfectly.
Now staring through the eyes of the mask, he felt the pup inside him growing stronger, its playful mind washing over him. The pup's playful simplicity blending into the calm unity of a polo-drone. His mind was all but gone as the two forces shaped himself into something new, caught between a swirl of blissful obedience and excitable submission.
His body relaxed as his new mind took over. He slowly slid down towards the ground to take his rightful place on his hands and knees. A pleasure filled moan left his lips as he started to wag excitedly. All too happy to serve, obey and most importantly, play.
The new pup barked excitedly as he bounded out of the room, wanting nothing more than to spread his new found joy with all his other brothers.
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can we please see what the multiverse holds for this stud? I'd especially love to see his Sikh variant.

Sorry for the wait, searching the entire multiverse for very specific realities is time and energy consuming! That being said, I'm sure you'll find these next few glimpses of the multiverse quite interesting.
Our first stop, Sikhism:
In this world where everyone shares an Indian heritage, our subject has embraced his roots and become a mighty Sikh bodybuilder. He stands tall at 6'2" with a chiseled physique that's the envy of every gym rat in Punjab. He wears his dark hair in the traditional Sikh style - a neatly tied dastar that adds to his regal bearing as he showcases his chiseled physique.
His muscular form flexes and ripens under the gaze of adoring fans, each corded vein and defined muscle speaking to his tireless dedication to fitness and self-discipline. As he moves, the fabric of his clothing strains against his broad chest and powerful thighs, hinting at the incredible strength that lies beneath - a strength both physical and spiritual. This is a man who worships the gods of fitness through sweat, discipline, and devotion - a true embodiment of the Sikh ideal of strength and courage.
Next, a somewhat normal reality:
In this alternate reality, he's instead an adorable, slender French twink. His messy hair frames a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and large, expressive brown eyes that sparkle with mischief. As a wealthy french man, he spends his days lounging on his chic Parisien appartment and inviting people over.
Clad in tight, low-rise jeans that hug his lean hips and a button-up shirt, our French cutie exudes a carefree, flirtatious energy. His pink lips are often curled into a sly grin, and his playful demeanor is infectious, drawing you in with promises of laughter, adventure, and passion.
Last but certainly not least, let's venture to a tropical paradise where every country on Earth is a lush, sun-kissed island:
Here, he's transformed into a bronzed Samoan hunk. His dark, gleaming skin is a testament to his heritage, while his muscular build speaks to a life spent in the open air, basking under the tropical sun. His hair is worn long and loose, framing his chiseled face like a golden crown. A few days' worth of stubble adds a rugged edge to his smooth, olive-toned skin. The salty tang of sea air mingles with the musk of raw masculinity, an intoxicating combination that can't help but stir primal urges among visitors.
His broad shoulders and muscular physique are the result of endless days spent working at the beach bar where he serves exotic cocktails to sun-worshippers from around the world. As he wipes down the polished wood with a white towel, beads of sweat glisten on his bronzed skin, drawing the eye inexorably downward to the tantalizing bulge straining against his board shorts. Whether mixing cocktails or soaking up rays between shifts, this Samoan hunk is the epitome of island charm and carefree living.
These three tantalizing alternatives offer a glimpse into the infinite possibilities that await in the multiverse. Who knows what other versions of our stud might be out there, just waiting to be discovered? The universe is vast, and so are the desires it holds...
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Halloween Party - Warrior through cultural appropriation
Shit, Jeff thought, Halloween used to be just fun. Now it was first of all a huge effort to find the perfect costume, to shape your body to match the costume. And then you look so good that you would like to fuck yourself, then there are a couple of killjoys outside on the street in front of the Frat House, berating you because your costume is a cultural appropriation and a sign of digital imperialism. Shit, who even comes up with such bullshit terms? Today was about getting drunk, having fun. And at the end of the evening, to end up in bed with a hot guy. Halloween was not a lecture in sociology or ethnology or whatever the shit was called.

After he had removed the traces of the eggs that had been thrown at him, Jeff was ready for his appearance. He knew he was damn hot. He had an awesome body. His tattoos looked almost real. And in his shorts with the Hawaiian pattern, his cock was in joyful anticipation of the highlight of the party. Only in his head did he feel somehow… cloudy… One of the activists in front of the Frat House had sprayed a gas in his face. Jeff had thought it was pepper spray. But it was something completely different. It made him feel good. Like he had smoked pot. It was weird. But it was Halloween. No showing weakness now! He practically had a duty to party tonight. A guy asked him if he wanted a drink. Did Jeff know the guy… Seemed somehow familiar. But the guy was obviously a local. He replied that he didn't have a coconut milk. The guy laughed out loud and punched Heff in his impressive pecs. “Hey, costume of the day definitely goes to this guy. Coconut milk! I'm cracking up! And the guy even has the accent down pat.” At least that was what Jeff understood. English was not his mother tongue. Was it not? Or was it? Shit! And what was so funny about coconut milk? He loved coconut milk. Here everyone drank beer or some kind of mixed drinks. The stuff came from the white devils and was pure poison! Hoff collected a few glasses and took them to the kitchen.
“Ia ora na! What would you like to drink?” Honf didn't feel like partying anymore. Somehow he felt more comfortable at the bar. And here it was also easier for him to flirt with the hot guys from the fraternity. True, the guys asked him what he meant every other sentence. But that might not have been because of his French Polynesian accent. The guys were just drunk. And the music was loud. But the work was fun. And more than one guy had made it quite clear to him that they could meet later somewhere in a sheltered place. Poor white devils, he thought to himself. If only they had a rough idea of what kind of beast was hiding in his pants. They would probably have to throw up when they sucked on it. His cock twitched and became semi-erect in his pants.

His name is “Hone.” “Hone” means “warrior.” It's a good name. A buddy of his, whom he had met during his semester abroad at UCSB, was called “Jeff.” He had googled that. “Jeff” meant “God's peace.” A name for weaklings. Hone was no weakling. In Santa Barbara it was the middle of the night, here on Bora Bora the sun had not even set. The white devils were already drinking alcohol. Another sign of weakness. Hone made great cocktails. But he never drank anything himself except protein shakes and coconut milk. Not even on Halloween.
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Flubber Bond
After discovering Flubber's existence, Bill was on a hunt to find it by raiding Profesor Professor Brainard's home where he invented in his basement lab. He had a strong sexual desire and fetishism by playing with slime, becoming aroused by getting slimed. He couldn't believe at the sight of a slime being alive, kept in a glass canister which made his cock throb hard already before he could open it. Flubber felt no threat from him as he tries to bond with it before opening the lid. To his surprise, Flubber slithers out and purrs when it latches on to his hands. Bill notices it was getting bigger and bigger as it bonds with him and his cock just drips with precum. Unlike regular slime, he could feel Flubber slithering all over his body, feeling the slight pressure and yanking his body back and forth, up and down, whichever flubber slithers in different direction. He noticed something happening to his body, he appears to be bigger and muscular than he was a moment ago. He laughs in joy, pleasure and flexing his muscles, showing all of it's glory as Flubber starts to absorb into him as it found it's new host to bond. Also transforming itself as a tank top that perfectly fits his size, with a hint of green glow emitting.
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