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Wavell’s Vacation 3

(Original story posted August 31st 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part and the Second Part here!

Week 3

Messing around as Jake for the last week was some of the most fun I’ve had in a long time. It was a shame to have to leave him in all honesty. I knew I wanted to end my vacation with the best experience of them all but my last body definitely set a high bar. Due to this I ended up searching all day long until I finally found a man suitable enough to be my final host.

It was pure luck that I happened to stumble across him when I did. I had simply been wandering the cities, streets and towns of various places. I hadn’t been able to find a man that clicked with me until I happened to wander into a certain house. Phasing through the walls, completely invisible, until I found a bedroom with a young couple laid fast asleep. It was a man and a woman though naturally my attention was only focused on the man.

He was large. Huge even! And so much of it was simply pure muscle! A bodybuilder for sure. But I needed more than just an incredible body. It was only after seeing his face that I made my decision. Turns out he wasn’t just some random hunk. Rather he was also none other than Eric Janicki! A man with a pretty big name in the fitness community online. He wasn’t someone that’d come to mind beforehand but seeing him now I just knew I had to have that body.

I could’ve possessed him right then and there but I decided to watch and wait for a while. Silently observing that muscle bound hunk of a man until he finally awoke and pulled himself out of bed. I watched him go through his morning routine starting not long after 6:00 AM, getting up and ready for the day. I watched him start with some morning cardio before grabbing breakfast. Later having a few video meetings with his clients before later brainstorming some content to post on his socials and keep his followers growing. All up until about 10:00 AM when he made his way towards the steam shower in his bedroom en-suite.

Initially I was going to follow him right away until I realised that something needed to be prepared before I took him. With a flick of my wrist I was able to summon up two potions from my storage room back home. Had to do it now since using my magic inside a regular human vessel could prove problematic hence why I hadn’t done it while inside Jake and Tim. But with that out the way, I was free to phase through the cloudy glass door and into Eric’s home steam room.

A malicious grin spread across my face as I was greeted with a sight that would make most gay men cream their pants. There I saw Eric’s giant naked body basking in the steam, sweating as his sizable cock and balls swung freely. I took a moment to float around his body and I couldn’t help but be astonished at how massive he looked from every angle. Tim Tebow was one thing but Eric was on a whole other level. And he was in bulking season! To say he was thick as fuck would be an understatement.

Of course I was enamoured with every inch of his body but I just couldn’t keep my eyes off that giant muscle ass. Before long I found myself lowering down until I was eye level with it, watching as it jiggled whenever Eric changed his stance. I brought my face closer and closer to it, almost as if I were hypnotised, until finally…

“AUUGHH! What the… FUUUU-” Eric yelped out as I suddenly pressed my face between his cheeks and into his tight hole. I felt his ass clenching hard as his hands swung towards his backside to find whatever was penetrating him but to no avail. It didn’t take long for me to reach the prostate while I forced his hole to stretch wider. As I continued to press inside I made sure to stimulate it aggressively causing Eric to let out a series of loud thunderous moans. The pain of being stretched was suddenly drowned out by an immense type of pleasure he’d never before felt. Within mere seconds his cock had grown from soft to its full 7 and a half inches, pulsing with excitement and ready to leak pre-cum.

Eric soon found himself leaning onto the wall of the steam room for support as his howls of pain mixed with intense pleasure grew louder. His legs spread apart as he unconsciously arched his back. It seemed even though Eric’s mind and soul didn’t want me inside, his body on the other hand was more than happy to welcome me as its new host. Who would I be to refuse such a generous offer…

After that I began surging into my new body even faster than before. Upon doing so Eric was banging his fists on the wall and stamping a foot on the floor in frustration with still no idea what the hell was happening to him. He let out a final roar as I made one last push, finally allowing the last of my form to slip inside his hole before it clamped shut in relief. With that Eric’s eyes rolled back as I spread myself throughout his whole body immediately, just like with Jake. Pushing my ghostly form into every crevice of Eric’s herculean body until at last his eyes closed… and mine opened.

The first thing I noticed was my new member bucking sporadically with sensitivity. I realised moments later it was due to Eric having blasted his load against the wall after all the prostate stimulation. With a grin I gently got down onto my knees before using Eric’s tongue to lick his thick salty nut off the wall. This man definitely keeps a good diet because it tasted fucking delicious! Only after I’d lapped up every drop did I finally fall onto my sore ass and start groping my new vessel for all its worth. I can only imagine what it would’ve looked like to a third party. A massive hulking man writhing around on the floor of his steam shower, grabbing at his pecs, wobbling his thighs, kissing his biceps like a horny slut.

About 10 minutes later the glass door creaked open as I, Eric Janicki, stepped out. A sly smirk adorned my stolen face as I waltzed over to the mirror to inspect myself. I poked and prodded at my new features. A perfect mix of pretty boy and ruggedly handsome. I styled my hair a little just as he would before stroking my beard. I can always admire a great beard on a man.

But of course the real show was yet to begin. I just couldn’t hold back any longer from just bringing up my arms and flexing them hard in my reflection. “Oh yeah! Fuckin cannons!” I blurted out before patting my right bicep. Once I was done admiring my arms, I couldn't help but turn my attention to the giant shelf of muscle on my chest. The pecs I’d had in Tim’s body had been great but these were more than just pecs, they were FUCKIN MUSCLE TITS! Before I knew they were bouncing away! Left! Right! Left! Right! Fuck it was fun!

But of course I couldn’t ignore my legs. I mean how could I?! Sure having a huge upper body was one thing but legs like these weren’t something you see everyday. My new thighs were absolutely colossal! They forced me to stand with my legs further apart simply due to their sheer enormity. And my new calves were certainly no joke either. They were the size of footballs for fuck sake! Literal footballs. Not to mention the size of my new feet. Everything about this form was just massive.

I probably could’ve stood in front of that mirror for hours just staring at myself. However I was snapped out of my self absorbed grope-fest when I heard the sound of the front door shutting and a voice calling out for me. Eric’s girlfriend, who’s name was Alina according to my new memories, had just returned from her morning run. After hearing her voice I glanced at the two potion vials I’d summoned. They sat on the counter beside the sink, the liquid within them gleaming with magic. One of them glowed with a dark green hue while the other one shimmered in a bright blue. I swiped them both up before calling out to her that I’d be down in a minute.

Next thing I know I’m doing another closet raid as I’m searching for some of Eric’s clothes to throw on. You wouldn’t believe the sheer amount of gym clothes this man owned. I mean it made sense but still. In the end I slipped on a pair of violet shorts and a black tank top as he normally would, both huge in size yet fit my body snuggly. The shorts hugged my thighs and ass tightly while the tank top struggled to cover my thick pecs.

I made my way downstairs where Alina greeted me, asking if I was ready to head to the gym in a bit. “Absolutely!” I replied with Eric’s natural charisma before offering if she wanted to have some of the smoothie I was gonna make first. I had to hide a devious smirk as she accepted. It didn’t take long for me to whip up a healthy smoothie just as Eric would before dividing it between two glasses. Then, when Alina wasn’t looking, I pulled out the blue potion vial before pouring it into her glass. I watched with a mischievous glint in my eye as the sparkling blue liquid swirled into the healthy beverage.

The two of us gave a cheers, clinking our drinks together before downing them. I finished just quick enough to watch the last of it slide down her throat. I couldn’t help but get excited in anticipation for what was to come.

Alina set down her glass and looked up at me with a scrunched up expression. “Did… did you put something different in this?” She asked while flicking her tongue.

“Oh it’s just a little something to help bring out a… how shall I say… better version of yourself I suppose.” I managed to keep up Eric’s innocent charm at the moment.

My cryptic wording was lost on her however as Alina began to feel a bubbling sensation growing deep inside. Her body began to heat up rapidly as the magical energy began to flood through her very being. The athletic young woman doubled over in a mix of pain and discomfort as suddenly her body started to change dramatically.

Her breasts were the first to go, deflating until her chest was flat. Her nipples followed suit, becoming far less pronounced under her loosened sports bra. From there her body began to negate its own feminine features as her waist grew wider and her hips narrowed. Her ass rose up slightly as her joints repositioned themselves among other things all happening at once to give her body a much more masculine shape. The features on her face grew sharper as her hair began to shorten. By this point she’d begun to look less like a woman and more like a twunk college boy. But the changes were far from over.

Alina gasped as her height suddenly shot from 5’7 up to 6’1, not noticing the deeper tone in her voice. Her clothes had begun to tear but the first to give way was her sneakers. Two large manly feet burst out of them, wriggling a little as they soon tore through her socks as well to reveal the little hairs growing over them. Her hands followed that example as they swiftly grew less dainty and more meaty. It wasn’t long Alina had thick digits for fingers while wisps of hair spread their way across the back of her hands.

By now a hungry expression was plastered across my face as her body started to pump itself bigger. Every muscle in Alina’s body pulsed with strength and size as her clothes continued to rip. Her chest rapidly grew bigger once again but this time with thick, powerful muscle. Her body continued to widen as it filled out. Bulging arms, thick legs, powerful pecs. By now her feminine figure was all but gone, replaced by a beefy masculine frame that soon burst out of the clothes that’d been struggling to keep her covered, leaving her nude as could be.

The transformation wasn’t finished with her face yet either. Stubble began to spread across what was once a smooth jaw. All the while her features continued to grow as her eyes deepened and her nose broadened. Any resemblance to the woman she once was had all but vanished. Instead he now adorned the ruggedly handsome face of a muscular man in his late 20’s. And within moments that stubble he had l continued to grow into a thick full beard that framed his new face perfectly.

The final changes were settling in at last with a generous layer of body hair spreading across his chest, stomach, arms, legs and even ass. He’d gone from a smooth skinned princess to a furry barbarian!! However Alina and myself were far too focused on what was going on between his legs to take much notice of that at the moment.

He groaned in a much deeper baritone, mouth agape and face twitching as his dripping pussy began to push out a small mushroom tip. It didn’t take long for that tip to grow and thicken with an elongating shaft until finally Alina had a giant 8 inch cock bouncing fully erect between his legs. Just before his vagina could finish sealing up though, a fat pair of cum filled balls slipped out and hung comfortably between his thick hairy thighs.

Of course I couldn’t help but scan this new man’s body with a sense of pride. And while I admired my handy-work, Alina’s mind underwent some needed changes. You see drinking that potion didn’t just alter his body, but also the reality around us. Every memory he ever had of being a woman was quickly being drained and replaced with the life of a gay man (same went for anyone else that knew him before). And as the last of Alina was squeezed out, Aaron’s eyes went wide before his pulsing new dick erupted its first load, ejecting his former life in the process. Permanently.

It seemed Aaron’s first nut stacked on top of his intense transformation took a lot out of him. His balance started to look wobbly before his legs buckled completely. I jumped forwards just in time to catch him in my bulky arms as he fell unconscious. I placed one arm under his legs and one on his back before picking him up with ease, reminding me just how powerful this new body is. I carried Aaron into the living room with heavy footsteps. He grumbled a little as I placed him gently on the couch. With that I finally had a chance to observe the masterpiece I had created. Sure he wasn’t quite as huge as me but he still had some impressive muscle. And seeing all that body hair was making me want to grow out some fur in Eric’s body as well just to see how it’d look.

I ran a hand across his chest, feeling his fuzzy pecs rise with each breath. Soon lowering down to his furry stomach where a few splashes of cum resided. I wiped some up on my finger before bringing it towards my lips. Without a second of hesitation I stuffed the finger straight in my mouth and sucked it clean, savouring the taste of the new man’s cum.

It wasn’t uncommon for some people to faint like this after such a dramatic transformation. From past experience I knew Aaron would be waking up in about 10 minutes or so which gave me more than enough time to make one last magical change. I pulled the other remaining vial out of my pocket. I admired the glimmering green solution inside before popping the lid off and necking the entire thing at once. Unlike the permanent potion I’d given to Aaron, this one was only temporary and would last exactly a week.

The effects started to kick in almost immediately. A wave of relaxation washed over me, putting me right at ease as my mind started to fog up. For every second that passed my impressively high IQ dropped a couple points. Gradually I could feel myself getting dumber and dumber. I knew my intelligence was only being locked away but it felt as though it were being squeezed right out of me. Strangely enough… It kinda felt good. Letting all of that intelligence wash away was weirdly soothing. Like I was floating on a cloud. Soon after, my whopping 210 IQ had managed to drop all the way down to about 65, my mouth agape as a dumb haze settled over me. Not a single intelligent thought running through my head and it would stay that way for the next week.

Not long after this, Aaron’s eyes fluttered open. Looking down he saw the hairy muscular body he now owned. Yet didn’t think anything of it as if it were a sight he’d seen everyday. Instead he turned his head to see me, his boyfriend, chuckling to myself like a complete idiot as I worshiped my huge bod.

“Huhuhuhuh… sooo fuckin big dude…” I muttered as I heaved and groped at my giant pecs, bouncing them obsessively.

Aaron sat up slightly as he raised an eyebrow in my direction. “Babe? What’re you doing?… and why am I naked on the couch?”

Noticing my boyfriend had finally come around, I looked over at him. My expression was slow and dumb at first before turning to a smile. “Duhhhhh… Sorry, got caught up admiring my body bro. Can you blame me? Huhuhuh.” I immediately flexed my arms again in an effort to show off the only thing about me that was still impressive. Aaron only rolled his eyes. “And I think you said something about taking a nap before the gym. Can’t remember bro. We should totallyyyy go now though.”

Aaron couldn’t quite recall going for a nap but he brushed it off before getting up. “You know I find it weird when you call me ‘bro’. I’m your boyfriend Eric.”

I simply laughed it off. “Guess the word is just stuck in my… uhmm… vocabulary.” I really had to rack my mind for that last word. “Whatever babe just hurry up and get dressed! I’m itching to get a pump on!”

“Okay, okay I’m going.” Aaron abided, amused by my eagerness. Of course I couldn’t help but watch the way his furry ass moved as he approached the stairs. I was damn eager to get a piece of that tonight.

———

When the two of us first set foot in the gym, I took a long deep breath. The smell of sweat, tears and hard work filling the air and I absolutely loved it! I felt weirdly at home. Ever since I drank that potion, my mind might’ve dulled but my desire to lift weights and get huge had never been so potent. It was pretty much all I could think about until we got here. Well that and the occasional thought of Aaron choking on my dick and swallowing my load. And vice versa.

My new desire coupled up with Eric’s vast knowledge of the gym and working out made for the perfect meathead combo. Before long I found myself hitting Eric’s back workout and lemme tell you it hurt like hell. And yet the pain brought me a weird sense of joy and accomplishment to the point where I wouldn’t stop until my body couldn’t go any further. I pushed my physical limits more than I ever thought I could. Certainly more than any other form I’d inhabited wouldve been able to. And the pump after each exercise was nothing short of addicting. My mind soloing in on the workout like nothing else in the world mattered. And to me, it didn’t. Nothing was more important than getting huge and swole. There wasn’t much else going on up in that empty head of mine anyways.

Of course Aaron was there through it all, getting his own sets in between my own as I shouted words of encouragement to push him to his limits. We might’ve been boyfriends but I certainly acted way more like his coach and gym bro at the time.

Once everything was said and done, it felt fucking fantastic! My back might’ve been on fire after that hellish workout yet I don’t think I’d ever felt more alive! Besides when I originally took the body and form of Mr Wavell of course. I felt so incredible in fact that I convinced Aaron to film me flexing. I made the excuse that it was for my socials but really I just wanted an excuse to toss my tank top aside and show off like dumb himbo I was.

Aaron took my phone and began recording. “Let’s see it.” He stated as I got ready. “What we got? What we got?” With that I went up into the classic double bicep pose, showing off not only the colossal size of arms but the wideness of my upper body. After that I proceeded to go through a series of poses like it was natural. “Let’s see that back!” Aaron said from behind the camera as I turned around. “Fuck yeah.” I knew he was enjoying seeing me flex my impressive form. I mean who wouldn't, right? I’m a fucking BEAST bro! Not to mention he got to be the lucky dude who heads home with me at the end of the day. Finally I gave my back a good flex, holding it for a moment as Aaron tried not to get distracted by my thick ass.

Feeling satisfied, I eventually relaxed and took my phone back. We grabbed the rest of our stuff before heading out of the gym, protein shakes in hand.

———

Let me tell you that my first night with Aaron out of this world. Once we got home, the two of us were incredibly horny. We’d even started making out and rubbing our boners together but we still had work to finish today so we agreed to get it all done first so then we’d have plenty of time to ourselves after. Hence we got right to it. I had a few online meetings with clients Eric had been training, talking with them about their exercise and diet plans like an expert. Right now fitness was the one area that I still felt intelligent in. Can’t say the same for all the complicated money and business shit I had to get Aaron to help me with afterwards though.

But once all was said and done, Aaron and I found ourselves falling into bed, wrapped in each overs arms. Me enjoying and admiring his furry body while he grabbed and worshipped my hefty muscle. Before long the two of us were lost in each other's scent, taking turns diving into the other’s armpits and taking in the sweaty aroma that we both adored. Shortly after, Aaron took it upon himself to jump on top of me 69 style. Swallowing my dick as he plunged his own into my mouth. It wasn’t until I started to taste the pre-cum drooling that he finally pulled away.

In all honesty I’d been planning to pound him first but the way he commanded me to flip onto my stomach so he could start eating my ass sent shivers through me. The way he dove his tongue inside my hole before finally lubing up his 8-incher and pressing it between my muscular bubble ass… Fuck. I couldn’t think of anything but cock up until the second he slid inside me. He made sure to push deep and slow, pressing against my prostate just right in a way that had me seeing stars. For someone who didn’t have a dick when they woke up this morning, Aaron certainly knew how to dominate me with it. He wouldn’t let me go until he’d blasted his load inside. All the while reaching around and groping my pecs greedily while I groaned like the dumb horny beast I was.

After that of course it was my turn and that furry ass felt just as good as I’d hoped. It took my full length without a problem, welcoming it even. At this point I was starting to get a tad jealous. Not only was his dick slightly bigger but his ass took cock better than mine as well, even if my ass was thicker. That potion certainly did wonders for his body, I’ll give him that. Regardless I gave it my all, using my superior strength and size to move him into whatever position I wanted until we ended up with him on his back, legs over my shoulders as I thrusted inside. Getting to see that handsome face make all sorts of lust-fuelled expressions only drove me crazier. I couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him between thrusts.

At long last the house echoed with our combined moans as I finally busted inside my boyfriend, flooding him with Eric’s thick potent seed. The primal desire to breed what belonged to me was satisfied, quickly replaced by a desire to simply cuddle and fall asleep in each other's arms. It was… nice.

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Over the following week I proceeded to blissfully float through the life of Eric Janicki. Half the time I felt dumb as a brick, especially when Aaron and other people started talking about complicated shit I didn’t understand. Weirdly enough though, I think Aaron liked it. He loved having a big dumb meathead of a boyfriend who was almost all muscle and no brains.

At this point there was really only one thing I excelled at and that was getting huge! The gym, eating right and keeping in shape were always some of the top things on my mind. Waking up every morning just itching to get on with my day so I could start lifting weights and pushing myself. And that’s exactly what I did. I was in the gym almost everyday and during that time I would completely zone in. Nothing else around me mattered. The only things that existed were the intense pump and the drive push beyond my limits.

Of course despite my determination, Aaron and I still had plenty of fun with our time at the gym. I told him to get a video of me crushing a few sets for my Instagram but as I was resting he got a little cheeky and just started filming my bubble ass instead. When I noticed I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my butt around a little for him. With my shorts looking as though they were painted on, it made for quite the sight. I could already see the amount of likes and saves that video was gonna get.

When I got a look at the video afterwards, even I started to get a boner looking at my own bubble butt moving like that. No wonder Aaron had to adjust his bulge while recording.

I became so absorbed into this bodybuilder himbo lifestyle that by about the third or fourth day I’d almost completely forgotten about who I was before all this. My mind was so fogged over in this dumb meathead haze that anything not pertaining to either my new love life or getting jacked was simply pushed aside with the exception of growing Eric’s social media following and training clients. The idea of being an all powerful warlock capable of reality bending feats was slowly becoming a distant memory buried under a mind numbing sea. And I completely gave into it. I let this new persona of mine takeover completely. I gave in to the muscle. To the pump. To the life of an incredibly handsome gym obsessed muscle beast with a just handsome boyfriend to boot…

That is until one morning while I was in the steam shower humming away to myself. I was just getting ready to turn it off when suddenly I felt as though I’d been smacked over the head. And just like that my eyes went wide as the fog covering my mind began to lift. My intelligence that’d been locked away for the past week quickly returned to me. I blinked a few times, finally I was able to think clearly again after taking that potion.

I stepped out of the steam shower a couple minutes later, looking in the mirror at myself. It’s a damn good thing that potion had a time limit because if not I would’ve certainly lost myself in this life and done irreparable damage by staying in Eric’s body too long. But alas everything went how I planned. Unfortunately that meant it was now time for me to say goodbye to this body and its reflection. I’ve got to say that it was by far the most interesting out of the three lives I’ve lived. Allowing myself to sink into that stereotypical gymbro type lifestyle is something I’m never going to forget and I’ll most certainly have to try again someday. But with that I gave my arms one last flex, my pecs a final bounce and my cock one last tug before I headed towards the bedroom to begin the de-possession process.

Just like last time I decided to exit the same way I entered. Eric’s body began to convulse slightly, his muscles jiggling while my ghostly form started to relinquish its control. Before long Eric’s hole stretched open for me and did so much easier than when I first entered (probably due to me taking Aaron’s load pretty much every night). And as expected Eric’s cock started to firm up as I brushed against his prostate on the way out, eventually causing his knees to buckle before falling onto all fours. A very similar scene to when I first took over Jake’s body the week prior.

The sheer ecstasy overtook Eric as he let his face fall to the floor and his arms to collapse at his sides, letting out a long deep and needy moan while keeping his huge ass up in the air. The sound must’ve caught Aaron’s attention from downstairs as he soon walked in to see Eric displaying his ass just as the last of my ghostly form slurped out of his hole, completely invisible. Aaron didn’t know how to react as he watched his bulky boyfriend suddenly shoot his load all over the bedroom carpet.

The real Eric came to his senses shortly after. I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched on, still invisible to them both as Eric tried to explain himself to Aaron. You see I took a few creative liberties with Eric’s mind as I left. It had already adjusted to fit the new reality with Aaron alongside everyone else, altering his memories and what not. In turn I made Eric completely and utterly gay from now onwards. He’ll have never remembered ever being straight in his life. Only ever being a huge gay meathead that loves taking cock up his big muscle ass. And like with Jake I also gave him some pseudo-memories of the last week to go along with it. With that my handy-work was done. Or so I thought…

You see, I decided to hang around Eric and Aaron for a few extra hours before leaving. After the whole scene that Aaron walked in on, I wasn’t surprised to see the two of them jump into bed, Aaron pounding away at Eric in a horny frenzy. After which though, when the couple had gotten back to their regular day, I noticed something different about Eric. He was… well… dumber! Far more so than before I first possessed him. He must’ve been acting similarly to how I had been while under the influence of that potion. My only guess is that it seems to have had some strange side effects. Perhaps due to having both myself and Eric‘s soul in that body simultaneously when under its influence. Its effects may have worn off on me but for some reason or another they’d stuck with Eric!

I could’ve removed it myself in all honesty. Brought his IQ back up to what it was before. But nah this was even more fun so I decided to leave things as they were for now and enjoy the show. Honestly I just couldn’t believe that was how I’d been acting for the past week. It cracked me up to think about but it made me kinda horny at the same time. Once I was done admiring however, I eventually decided to head home.

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In a cloud of purple magic I teleported back into my mansion. It definitely felt good to be home. I allowed my ghostly form to become physical once again before stretching my arms and back. Now I could sit back and relax for a day or two before heading out and getting up to my usual shenanigans again. I’ve gotta say though, living in such a huge mansion in a separate pocket dimension does get a bit lonely from time to time. Maybe I should get an apprentice to teach some of my tricks at some point. Or maybe something more…

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Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part here!

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was a lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers honestly, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for a while but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the small table beside his chair before getting comfortable to watch some TV.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on! But as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy was quite the treat honestly. As was feeling the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was the biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that his moans only increased as I still had a small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive cock.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to its usual flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up and pulled my shorts back on before pretty much resuming where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball. Though maybe that was my recent experience as Tim Tebow speaking.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it. I’d never done anything like it before but, with Jake’s memories and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay like my current host but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back. It was during a night out with a bunch of the people here in the office. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and, since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck. He even started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but it was his boss and he was way too drunk to be consenting for sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there has been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I've never worked a proper job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my host's sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving the work on my computer before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office.

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, Jim’s calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Ahhh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I hummed while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting. He was speechless. This was gonna be fun.

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“J-Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him in the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me. Simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected. A solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside still having their lunch. He instead grunted as quietly as he could while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster and occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but surprisingly he did exactly that. In came another employee named Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease it as he tried desperately to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the cute face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked the door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk. My shoes were discarded as I slowly pulled down my pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed onto his lap before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down. The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sitting on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Soon enough I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged back inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim slammed a hand over my mouth to muffle me so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasped my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long time.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As one can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pants. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before putting my clothes back on before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could by whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking. Brushing my hand against his when we passed one another. Always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to slowly bend down to pick it up. Oh, it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home and sitting on the couch with a sigh. And with that I began my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum that spluttered across the living room floor in front of him.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be adorable?

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Read the Third Part here!

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Wavell’s Vacation 1

(Original story posted August 23rd 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the Origin of Mr Wavell here!

It’d been quite some time since I first took this body as my own and adopted the name Mr Wavell. I’ve gotta say though, with my full power finally within my grasp along with a hot dilf body to go with it, it’s easily been the best years of my life. Swapping men left and right. Transforming their bodies. Giving them the means to possess each over. I’ve made hunky dads trade bodies with their jock sons. I’ve forced skinny twinks to grow into thick hairy bears. I’ve enabled lowly workers the chance to possess or swap bodies with their powerful bosses. Even allowing women to transform themselves into hot beefy studs. And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

As much as I love my ‘job’ however, I thought it’d be good to take a short break. A holiday of sorts. You see as much as I mess around with the bodies of other men, I don’t really change my own that much. Part of that is due to the fact that I can’t transform myself without risking my health. I took this form and absorbed its mind into my own because it was compatible with my power but if I mess around with it then I fear that may no longer be the case. That said I can still possess others…

Once again however possession is a bit tricky. Not so much for me but more for the person I’m inhabiting. Most people’s bodies aren’t built to contain the insane amount of raw magical power I possess. All this means really is that I can’t be inside one body for longer than about a week. Any more and it will start to have some heavy adverse effects on my host. Because of this I don’t often bother possessing people. I liked my body after all so I don’t really feel much of a need. But I suppose if I’m going on a vacation I might as well go the full mile right?

With that in mind I’d decided to take on three different incredibly hot men for a week each.

Week 1

For my first target I wanted to go big. A man who was not only hot but also well known and beloved by many. There were a bunch of different industries that contained men like this. A big one being the TV and Film industry with all its sexy actors and another being the sports industry with its wide array of hunky athletes. After some thought I decided to go with the latter. And what better sport to cherry pick a hunky body from than good ol’ American Football. I might’ve been English myself, or at least my host was, but I could never deny myself the delight of American athletes.

Initially I considered going for someone more current who was still very active in the sport today. That is until I was hanging around and observing some football fans. They mentioned the name of a certain retired player that caught my ear immediately. Tim Tebow. Yes I’d heard of him. He was a handsome fucker if I remembered correctly. And once his name was in my head I just couldn’t get it out. That’s when I knew what body I’d be taking first.

It didn’t take long for me to find the Ex-player’s house and luckily for me he was completely home alone. I found him just outside his house talking to some neighbours. Fuck did he look delicious right now wearing that tight navy shirt and those fitted jeans. Oh I just couldn’t wait to jump inside!

I waited around for awhile until he finished talking to those neighbours. I didn’t want to make a scene after all. Not that I wasn’t tempted. Thankfully though it wasn’t long until he was waving goodbye and heading back into his own garden. Practically the second that Tim was out of sight from anyone else, I made my move.

Watching as he stretched his arms and yawned, I couldn’t help but smirk. If that wasn’t an invitation then I don’t know what was. I wasted no time diving my ghostly body head first into his open mouth. Tim’s eyes went wide as suddenly he couldn’t close his mouth while my invisible form forced itself down his throat. There was nothing he could do as my being slipped inside with ease despite his attempts to somehow stop me and pull me out. Before long the last of my form pushed its way down his throat and settled inside.

I didn’t take immediate control. Instead i left him to freak out for a moment in wonder of what the fuck had just happened. Only then did I start to flow some of my energy into his limbs starting with his legs and feet. Suddenly Tim found himself walking against his will towards his house with me as his puppet master. Due to his upper body freaking out we almost fell a few times leading to me taking control of his back as well to keep us upright.

Before long I’d managed to walk us up to his door where I took control of his right arm to let us inside. Tim began to panic more as he lost further control of his body. Soon enough we made it to his bathroom where we looked into the reflection. I took control of the rest of his torso along with his left arm and neck so I could begin flexing a little show off.

“AGHH Stop! Stop please!” Tim begged without even knowing who he was pleading to. “What’s happening to me?!” He wailed.

Just then Tim’s expression switched from worry and panic to calm and devious. “I’m taking your body for spin, that’s what’s happening.” I said using his own voice.

His face returns to its prior worried expression. “W-what! No! Why did I?… Oooooahhhh…” Tim began to groan out as I finally took control of his cock and balls, flooding them with my raw sexual energy as the bulge in our jeans grew substantially. “Noooooo… Get out of my… body!” Tim grunted as his cock began to pulse rapidly until…

“Ooh… FUUUUuuuuuuuucckkk!” I moaned out as I forced us to blow a massive load, soaking the inside of these well fitted jeans. After a short cool down, I groped my wet, sticky bulge a little before announcing “Sorry my man, no can do. For the next week I’m gonna be the new Tim Tebow..” A grin broke out across my stolen face as I claimed it. I could feel Tim panicking from within but there was nothing he could do now. I was in the driver's seat.

After that I jumped in the shower to get a proper look at the ex football player body I now owned. Tim had clearly made sure to himself in marvellous shape with these juicy pecs and sizeable arms. Can’t say I wasn’t happy to be groping it all from the inside. And all the strength it contained was exhilarating. Sure I had immense magical power but the physical power this form held was a whole different ball game.

Once I was done I stepped out, got dried and began raiding Tim’s closet. After all, as fun as it would be, I couldn't be seen wearing those cum-stained jeans. I didn’t want to completely tarnish his image after all. What would be the point in that?

After that I tried live the week to it’s fullest. I must’ve tried on almost every outfit Tim owned (which was many) and loved seeing how each item was perfectly tailored to his body. I would’ve had to use magic to resize most of this to my regular body but now it stretched over my new muscle in all the right places to show off. Of course I had fun in many other ways too though. One of which was tapping into Tim’s memories and personality to trick his family, friends and fans into believing that I really was him! Such a rush I gotta tell ya. I mean I’ve done this very thing to so many other men, allowing them to possess or switch bodies with the man they desire but doing it myself is just a different kind of pleasure.

I’ve gotta say though one of my favourite parts was sneaking out during the evening and hooking up with some hot dudes. Needless to say they were more than surprised to see the straight christian man Tim Tebow cheating on his wife for some hot gay sex but they certainly weren’t going to decline the opportunity. Had so many dudes pretty much salivating over the chance to wrap their lips around my celebrity cock or to press their faces into my jock ass. Each encounter went like a dream. For them and for me.

Unfortunately Tim’s wife did get suspicious eventually. She wondered why I wasn’t being as affectionate and why I was leaving the house so often. I was hoping I could get through the week without this but I didn’t want anyone to think something was up. And so what I ended up doing was digging into Tim’s subconscious and begrudgingly connecting myself to his heterosexuality. The second I did, I saw his wife in a whole new light.

Before long we were on the bed together, kissing and pulling off each overs clothes. Suddenly I can see why straight dudes are so fascinated with breasts, I couldn’t keep my hands off her jiggling tits. And before I knew it I’d plunged Tim’s cock into her pussy and started plowing away. I’m not gonna say it felt better than fucking a hot hairy ass but it still felt pretty damn good. I continued to fuck her like animal, making it as passionate as possible for *her sake*. What do I mean by her sake? Well during this I had a very fun idea that I was going to put into action later.

Soon enough I found myself unloading Tim’s balls inside her, filling her up in a horny haze. She looked satisfied and so was I. Once that was done I let out a sigh of relief and detached myself from Tim’s heterosexuality. Being a straight man was weird. I mean I didn’t hate it I suppose but it definitely wasn’t me. I was gay through and through and I wanted it to stay that way.

By this point I had two more days inside Tim’s flesh before I had to vacate so I was sure to make it count. Getting in as much delicious gay sex as I could inside this formerly straight christian body. I even had one guy with a fantasy of fucking me while wearing Tim’s old football gear. Thankfully he still had it stored away and it fit like a glove. Let’s just say by the end of that night there was a cock sized hole in the back of those football pants where my aching asshole had been fucked relentlessly and filled to the brim with cum.

Eventually however, my time came to an end and I had to leave this beautiful body. It was a fun ride while it lasted. I got to meet a bunch of Tim’s fans, loving how they reacted with such excitement upon seeing me. I got to live out the life of a well known celebrity. And most of all I got to pop this body’s homosexual cherry. Speaking off…

After I launched my soul back out through Tim’s mouth, I watched as he fell the ground unconscious. Of course I could’ve just left things like that but I just couldn’t help myself. I reached inside his mind and found his heterosexuality. After which I linked Tim’s mind up to a gay dude not far from here who had a bunch of Tim Tebow posters around his room. Then all I had to do was close my eyes and focus. Tim and this other miscellaneous gay man, who’s name was Nathan, had a surge of energy run through their bodies. And just like that, they had switched. Not bodies but rather they’d switched sexualities. When Tim awakens he’ll start to notice an absence of attraction to his wife and will soon start popping boners for hot dudes he sees either online or in real life. It’s certainly gonna be interesting to see if he remains faithful and tries to make it work with his wife or if he splits from her and embraces his new orientation.

On the other hand, I might have to check up on that Nathan dude at some point as well. Suddenly no longer being interested in dick and dude ass, instead finding himself with a craving for pussy and a fascination with tits. Oh I can only imagine how he’ll cope.

But for now I’m off to find my next body…

Read the Second Part and Third Part here!

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Step-Bro Switch Up

(Original story posted July 30th 2022) This story has been Updated

I know this one was very popular back in the day! Hope you all still enjoy it!

I found myself waking up at 6:30am in the morning which was rather unusual for me but not so much for my body. I soon realised why though as a low rumble came from my stomach. With a sigh I slid out of bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping jock beside me in the process. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear, instead walking to the kitchen in all my nude glory.

I waltzed towards the fridge, opening it up before pulling out a carton of juice. After taking a few huge gulps I licked my lips and let out a deep belch. Next thing I’m rummaging through to see what I can make for breakfast. Had to make sure I kept this big body fed after all. Can’t let all my step-brother’s hard work go to waste. Confused? Well let me start at the beginning…

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A few years back, not long after I turned 20, my mom started dating a guy named Devin. Pretty big guy with a bearish ex-jock physique. He was 45 at the time so a similar age to my mom and they seemed to get along great. I certainly didn’t mind having some extra dilf eye candy around the house every now and then. I soon learned however that Devin was also a single Dad with a 24 year old son. That had certainly piqued my interest.

When I first met the son in question I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He introduced himself as Sam but I was almost too hypnotised by his looks to notice. He was the perfect image of a star college jock with huge muscles that bulged under his clothes. He stood at a strong and imposing 6’3, practically dwarfing my own lean 5’8 frame. And of course he was devilishly handsome to boot because the perfect body wasn’t enough already. He even had an impeccable full beard that I was immediately jealous of considering how it’d been trying to grow a decent beard for years now with little success. I even remember how I had to hide my pulsing boner after he pulled me in for a quick bro hug, his manly scent getting caught in my nostrils as my nose accidentally found its way near his armpits.

After that Sam became a frequent part of my jerk off fantasies. Could you blame me? Not only was he the epitome of masculinity but my god did he have an incredible ass. Whenever Sam had his back turned I couldn’t help letting my eyes glue themselves to those massive globes. Always watching as they stretched whatever pants or shorts he was wearing to the limit. Honestly I felt truly blessed to be able to spend time around such a man even if I couldn’t truly have him.

Anyway fast forward about two years and my mom had already gotten married to Devin. It was an amazing ceremony but for half of it all I could think about was how me and Sam were now *Step-Brothers*. We were truly intertwined now. I didn’t think the idea of that would turn me on as much as it did. That fucking hunk, my brother.

Shortly after the wedding however, the roommate Sam had been sharing an apartment with decided to move out and live with his new partner. At first Sam had been considering downsizing to a smaller cheaper apartment. When he brought this up I knew this was my chance. I pounced on the opportunity and told him I’d been thinking of moving out for awhile and that it’d be cool to spend some more time with my new brother if he was down for that. To my excitement he actually accepted and the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff out of my moms house and into Sam’s apartment! I was surprised at how clean it all was for the most part. Then again Sam wasn’t your typical dumb jock either, even if he looked it. He always seemed very mature and well put together.

The two of us got on pretty well living together. We tried to respect each other's space and chatted a lot as good friends. Luckily I did well to hide my excitement whenever I saw him walking around shirtless showing off his huge hairy chest. Though I struggled a lot more when he decided to stroll around in only a pair of tight boxer briefs and socks. The day I first saw that was the day I nearly creamed myself on the spot. The bulge. His ass. All that exposed hairy muscle. You better believe I recorded a few sneaky perverted videos of him in those moments that I’d bust huge loads over when watching back

Oh and while I respected his space when he was around, whenever I was home alone I couldn’t help but give into the devil on my shoulder before rummaging through his room. I tried not to steal anything out of fear of being caught but every time without fail I’d sift through his dirty laundry. Usually pulling out whatever sweaty clothes I could find and relishing in the smell. Most of the time it was his gym clothes. Those tank tops were always drenched in sweat when he finished a workout and the scent was enough to drive me nuts.

For about 6 months that’s how my life had been. Living under the same roof as my hot step-bro while trying to keep my dirty little secret hidden. That is until I found a certain little magic spell online. Pretty much I’d been searching up some fetishy body swapping stuff online. Looking through kinky stories people had written as well as clips from movies and tv. All the while fantasizing about putting myself and Sam in those positions. That was when I ended up stumbling across some weird body swapping ritual. Of course I didn’t believe it at first but I was soon swayed by the masses of comments on the page claiming it to have worked. I thought they might’ve been roleplaying it at first for their own fantasies but each and every person I contacted that’d used the page swore on its legitimacy.

Next thing I know I’m up in the middle of the night waiting until I was certain that Sam was asleep before sneaking into his room. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of yellow underwear he’d had on that day. I gave it a quick sniff before stuffing it in my pocket and retreating back to my room. Once there I was able to start the ritual. I placed the underwear in the middle of a circle I’d drawn on the floor surrounded by candles. I then stepped away before chanting some magical phrases that were supposed to enchant them. I can’t tell you how stupid I felt at that moment but I continued on anyway, finishing everything I needed to say before grabbing the underwear again. At that point all I had to do was wear it.

There was no sign that the ritual I’d performed had actually worked. There was no ominous gust of wind to blow out the candles. No magical light surrounding the stolen briefs. Nothing. All I could do was trust the spell. Worst that could happen was nothing at all and Sam would never even have to know. But if it did work then…

I yanked on Sam’s ‘enchanted’ yellow briefs with the hope that my wish would come true. Unfortunately though, as I’d expected, nothing happened. I waited a good few minutes but I still felt the exact same as I always have. I was silly to have believed this I thought. With a sigh I cleaned up the mess I’d made with this ritual stuff, feeling like an idiot as I did.

I decided to keep Sam’s oversized briefs on as I went to bed though because just wearing them was making me hard even if I was still myself. It wasn’t long before I’d start to jack off in them, imagining how hot it’d be to see him wearing them after I’d stained them with my cum. That is until a wave of tiredness washed over my entire body and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

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I must’ve underestimated that ritual because overnight something truly magical had taken place. When I awoke I already knew something was off when I felt my feet hanging off the edge of my bed. I sat up slightly in confusion only to feel much heavier. My weight felt completely off and my body under the covers felt oddly… fuzzy? I glanced down towards the edge of the bed to get a better view of my feet. They looked huge! Already my mind was reeling at the mix of confusion and weird sensations. But that didn’t stop me from yanking off my bed sheets.

What I saw caused my eyes to bulge and my mouth to dry up in an instant. What I saw wasn’t the skinny below average body I’d come to expect. Instead, looking down I saw an enormous, muscular frame with a generous coating of masculine fur spread across. My mind almost couldn’t comprehend the sight. This body… it was everything I could’ve ever dream of but never believed I could ever obtain. It didn’t seem real. But the touch of my meatier hands against my strong new stomach confirmed that it most certainly was.

Right away I was running my hands along the ridges of my abs before groping at my giant new pecs, loving all the manly hair that coated it all. I could hardly stop myself from hefting my pecs, jiggling the soft relaxed muscle tits before flexing them and feeling them become hard as steel. Before long I was leaping out of bed as pure excitement boiled up inside, stumbling a little due to my new centre of gravity. I was quick to discover that my lower body was just as hairy and impressive with huge bulky thighs, and impressive football calves. And then it started to hit me.

The strange familiarity of this body. These bulbous pecs. These thick legs. These huge bulging biceps that were nearly impossible to ignore. Not to mention the shape of this form. I’d never seen it from this angle before but… my body. It seemed almost exactly like Sam’s! I was even still wearing his yellow briefs only now they clung tightly to my form as if they belonged to me. Most of all I didn’t fail to notice that familiar bulge in the front that grew bigger by the second as the thick new appendage between my legs pulsed with excitement. I’d stared at that bulge so many times. And now it was mine?…

At that moment I knew what must’ve happened but my rational mind pleaded that it was impossible. Still, I burst out of my room and made a b-line for the bathroom and what I saw in the mirror made me want to scream, cheer, shout and most of all cream my new underwear. Staring back at me in disbelief was the reflection was none other than the sexy bearded face of my hunky step-brother!

It worked.

As you can imagine I spent the next god knows how long inspecting every inch of my new muscle bound body. I did all sorts of poses to show off my physique in every way, pulled different kinds of weird faces in the mirror, relished in rubbing my hands through the full beard I was never able to grow before. Having the very body I’d been endlessly lusting over for these past few years at my disposal felt like a lucid wet dream as I pinched at these nipples and kissed my new biceps. But it was real! From my step-brother's handsome face, to his giant muscle ass, to even his fat cock! All mine!!

I turned in the mirror to admire my backside. The way it stretched the fabric of the stolen briefs was driving me crazy. This thick hairy muscle ass. After so many long nights of imagining what it would feel like to bury my face in it. Fuck. I couldn’t believe it was mine! I could finally touch, grab and slap it as much as I liked! And did just that. Squeezing my bubbly cheeks as I pulled down the back of my underwear to reveal them in all their fuzzy glory. I jiggled them with a massive grin, loving the way they bounced. I could’ve played with those cheeks for hours on end had my new dick not been threatening to rip the front of my stolen briefs apart.

Before long I yanked off the underwear, giving it one last deep sniff before tossing it aside. My brother’s girthy cock was free at last. *My* girthy cock! All I could do for those first few moments was stare at it in all its glory. It looked so thick and… virile. I shuddered when I finally built up the confidence to grab it. Despite these bigger hands, I could still only just fit my fingers the whole way around the fat shaft. Just touching it made my legs want to buckle as I slowly but surely began to pump. Immediately I felt waves of pleasure cascading across my new body as I used my free hand to continue groping my hairy pecs, the deep groans I let out only making me hornier.

Before I had a chance to see how much jock seed these heavy balls could churn out however, I heard a scream come from what I can only guess was Sam’s room. Up until now I hadn’t even thought about the real him but, judging by that scream, I had only one guess as to what had happened to him.

Instead of slipping the boxer briefs back on I decided to grab a towel instead and wrap it around my waist. I didn’t want Sam to get suspicious by seeing me not only with his body but also wearing his clothes already. With that I turned to the mirror one last time, scanning my face and upper body again with wonder. I still couldn’t get over it. I had actually stolen my step-bro’s body!

Upon entering Sam’s room I wasn’t all that surprised to see an exact copy of myself freaking out about his body. Even though I was expecting it, the sight was still extremely weird nonetheless. Seeing that short skinny hairless man I used to be from outside was disorienting to say the least. And I knew that he felt the same the moment he saw me standing in the doorway in nothing but a towel. Though I’m sure his disorientation was drowned out by an overwhelming sense of terror at the sight of his former body. Sam went silent for a moment, clearly in shock, before shouting a bunch obscenities at me asking who the fuck I was and how I looked like him. He even tried to hit me which I’ll be honest wasn’t all that scary considering I was now twice his size.

Right then I knew I had a few ways I could go about this. I could admit that I caused this to happen and that I’d stolen his body. I could act innocent and tell him that I had no clue how any of it happened. Or I could even pretend to be completely oblivious and act as if I was really Sam and that he was just crazy. The horny devil on my shoulder told me to go for the first option and rub it in his face that I’d stolen his irresistible jock body and that he was stuck with my unathletic one. Buuuut I couldn’t. At the end of the day he was always friendly towards me and was never a dickhead like you’d expect a guy like him to be so I decided to take it easy on him.

I went for the second option and pretended to be just as confused as he was. Telling him who I really was but insisting I had no idea how any of this happened. I think I was pretty convincing. We ended up sitting in his room and discussing it for what felt like hours, going over everything that happened last night as Sam tried to comprehend the situation. Of course he only went on and on about finding a way to fix this and I had to pretend as if I cared while trying not to get distracted by my own body. In fact there were multiple points where I had to keep hiding the tent starting to grow under my towel because of how hot it was to look down and see a shelf of muscle sitting on my chest. Not to mention how I towered over my former body.

Eventually I was able to convince him that we weren’t going to figure this out any time soon so we had to start thinking about how we were going to live each other's lives. As you can imagine he wasn’t all that fond of the idea, protesting it at first but eventually came to see reason. I suggested we should start discussing all the important details we’d need to know but before that I wanted to get some actual clothes on.

I had to try not to grin while telling him to get out of my room as I changed. He gave me a look before turning to leave. But of course the cheeky side of me just couldn’t help dropping the towel just before he left. The huge meaty cock and impressive ass he used to have on full display. I caught him glancing back with a look of envy, the very same look I used to give him.

Of course getting dressed in Sam’s clothes was an extremely erotic experience in itself. All of these large shirts, pants, briefs and socks that would’ve swamped my former body now fit perfectly in my hunky frame. Sleeves strained over my biceps. Shirts struggling to hide my pecs. Shorts and pants threatening to rip under the flex of my thighs and the magnitude of my ass. Erotic was an understatement. I must’ve spent at least ages just trying on different clothes from Sam’s wardrobe while jerking my cock in between.

But eventually I heard a knock at the door. My former voice echoed from the other side as Sam asked what the hell was taking me so long. With a sigh I tucked my new meaty toy away and waltzed out in what I was currently wearing. A pair of well fitting black shorts and a large pair of black and white socks. I didn’t bother grabbing a shirt. Why would I wanna hide a godly torso like this?

When he asked what I’d been doing I simply said I was trying on clothes. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew there was more to it than that but decided he didn’t really wanna know. Instead we opted to both take a seat in the living room and start discussing how we were going to get through all this. I could immediately see how awkward and uncomfortable he felt sitting next to me. Being dwarfed by his own body. But I fucking loved it.

I told him everything he needed to know about my retail job, which wasn’t a whole lot to be honest, as well as my friend group and what my daily routine was like. Afterwards Sam begrudgingly did the same for me, telling me all about his part time job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and that if we were stuck like this then I’m gonna need to learn how all the gym equipment worked and fast. He also gave me some inside info on his own friend group as well as walking me through what football practice with his team is like. Part of me was worried hearing all this as I was beginning to wonder if I could really pull off being Sam but at the same time I was excited beyond belief to get into these social situations and convince people of the new me. Especially Sam’s close jock friends.

Thankfully it was Sunday so neither of us had a whole lot going on that day which gave us plenty of time to think and adjust without stressing. I spent most of it half naked and I loved catching glimpses of Sam glaring at his former body as I showed it off. Even getting a little cocky by flexing in front of him every now and then which he didn’t appreciate all that much. Honestly I was surprised at how hungry I was as well and just how much I was able to eat in this form. I mean I guess it made sense since a body this big needs a lot of fuel. Sam helped me a little with my meals though, making sure there was a bunch of protein and healthy calories to be certain I was feeding his body correctly.

Later that day he also got me to head out for some cardio which I wasn’t too thrilled about at first but I actually kinda enjoyed it once I got running. I especially enjoyed my new sweaty scent that quickly became impossible to ignore. I'd been subtly sniffing my pits ever since I woke up that morning, not being able to get enough of Sam’s jock musk. But when I got back from that run I was relentless. Digging my nose deep into my sweaty hairy underarms and inhaling deep. God it was intoxicating! Of course Sam told me to stop being disgusting and go get a shower the second he spotted me. I agreed with a laugh, pretending to walk past him grabbing his head and shoving his face into my musky pits! I admit it was a bit cruel and risky but in the heat of the moment I just couldn’t help myself. I laughed in his deep grumbling voice as he squirmed in an attempt to free himself. But I didn’t let him go until I was certain his nostrils had been permeated by the hot heady smell of masculine sweat he used to own.

I apologised through my laughter after finally releasing him. “Pranked you bro!” I chuckled while flexing both arms despite the look of disgust plastered across Sam’s face. Though, if the slight bulge in his pants meant anything, I’d say he liked my ‘prank’ more than he was willing to admit.

———

The next day was when the real challenge started. After breakfast Sam gave me a list of what exercises to do at the gym. I’ll be honest I didn’t know half of them and had to look them up on the way. That walk to the gym however was the first time I noticed the difference in my interactions. Before people wouldn’t pay much mind to me but now as I passed people on the street I’d get some smiling and glancing at me. Some would give me an envious once over or a double take, others would even wave and say hello to me in a bit of a flirty way. Mostly from women which even though I was gay I still enjoyed the flattery.

Once I was at the gym though, I was in the zone. It’s weird but it was like muscle memory took over. I performed each and every exercise almost perfectly while loving the pump I was getting. Once again I was having to hide my boner at many points since I couldn’t help but get off to how fucking strong I was now. Lifting weights that I wouldn’t have even thought to touch before. Looking like a beast as I pushed my muscles through the motions in a way that got my blood pumping like never before. It did and still does feel absolutely incredible!

Later that day I headed to Sam’s usual football practice with a bunch of his jock friends. Initially I was worried I wouldn’t fit in but I somehow found myself easily slotting into the group. It was like this jock bro mindset just took over as soon as I was surrounded by Sam’s bro and soon enough I was laughing and joking with the boys. It was the same when we started playing. Right away it was like my body just moved on its own, knowing exactly what to do and how to play like an innate instinct. It was then that I realised I must’ve somehow absorbed a ton of Sam’s skill, know-how and personality traits when I stole his bulky form and I was gradually unlocking it all by putting myself in these situations. Although I don’t think I was playing as well as Sam usually does. Not because of a lack of skill but because I was constantly distracted watching all those jock butt’s and bulges squeezed into those football uniforms. Surely at least one of them had to be gay right?

On top of all that I couldn’t get over how good I looked in Sam’s football uniform. That felt like a whole power trip of its own. That big uniform that would’ve drowned me before the swap now clung tightly to my form. I might’ve been staring at everyone else’s jock butt on the field but I now doubt had one of the juiciest ones straining against the back of these pants.

After getting home I found Sam sat on his laptop looking up all sorts of body swapping theory stuff. Of course most of it was fake but he was clearly desperate to get his body back. Sure there might be an off chance he could find the same website I used but according to the site itself, the spell I used was a one way transfer and has no known counter spell. Knowing this I told him to not get his hopes up and to just try and make use of the hands we’ve been dealt. As you can imagine he didn’t take that very well at the time and accused me of just wanting to keep his body for myself. Not that he was wrong.

From then onwards though, I’d say things were pretty easy. I easily convinced my new dad and former mom, now step-mom, that I was their good ol hairy jock of a son. I was able to pull off being a fitness instructor with relative ease after going around the gym and using each piece of the equipment to trigger the memories of how to use it properly. I’d convinced all of Sam’s friends both on and off the football team that I was him. I’ll say that it took me a while to fully get used to hearing my new name but whenever I did it was like music to my ears. Sam. That was me.

I’ve gotta say though, living with the *former Sam* was more fun than I thought it’d be. I figured it would’ve been weird initially after the switch. I imagined us eventually going our separate ways with him no longer being able to handle the awkwardness and strain that came with being around his former body all the time. Especially with how I was constantly ‘pranking’ and teasing him. For example I almost never wore a shirt around the house, always showing off my huge hairy pecs. Whenever I’d catch him staring I’d give a little pec bounce until he looked away in annoyance. I’d also frequently pull him in for ‘bro-hugs’ where I’d either squish him against my chest or trap him under one of my pits until I saw him getting a semi. He’d alway deny having one though which is why I decided to set up a fun little experiment.

Turns out that Ian, one of the other jocks on the football team, was in-fact gay. Wasn’t hard to decipher after noticing his frequent glances at my ass in the locker room. Not that I can blame him in the slightest. The way he blushed when I gave his jock butt a slap after practice also gave it away a little. Next thing you know we’re making out under the locker room showers while groping up each other's bodies. It was insane since before I would’ve considered Ian to be light years out of my league but now I had him on his knees with his lips wrapped around my shaft! Sucking my cock and begging for my jock nut which I happily shot down his throat before returning him the same favour. It was here that I got my experiment idea.

Yesterday after practice, I pulled Ian aside and asked him to come back to my place. He was quick to agree and before you know it we were stumbling into mine and Sam’s shared apartment. My former body jumped up off the couch and asked what Ian was doing here. ”To have some fun” I believe my response was before making out with Ian in front of him and dragging the other jock back towards Sam’s, or rather *my* bedroom. As Ian and I stumbled onto the bed, kissing along each other's bodies while slowly tugging away each other's clothes, I made sure to leave the door open just a crack.

One thing lead to another and before long Ian had his face buried into a pillow as I buried my cock in his ass and I made no attempt to be subtle about it. Groaning and grunting erupted from the room while my balls smacked against that supple jock butt. Throughout our amazing fuck session I made sure to keep glancing back at the door and finally I caught exactly what I was hoping for. I saw none other than Sam peeking through the crack in the door and lighting tugging at my former dick. That was all the confirmation I needed that my little bro was just as much of a homo as I was no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

———

And that more or less brings us up to the present, waking up early in the morning with Ian fast asleep beside me and being called into the kitchen by my growling stomach. As I searched through the fridge to see what else I could find to satisfy my hunger, I heard a cough coming from behind. Whipping my head around I saw none other than Sam with a judgmental look on his face.

“Don’t gimme that look, you’ve seen all this before.” I say, shaking my hairy ass a little before flexing. Sam rolled his eyes. “No no no don’t act like you don’t love seeing me show off your body.” I continued while turning to face him properly, puffing out my thick hairy chest a little. “I saw you peeking in on me and Ian last night. You loved it, didn't you?” I said with a sly smirk.

Sam’s face went bright red. “W-w-what? N-no I didn’t!” The cool and calm demeanour he’d had moments ago crumbled in seconds.

Immediately I shushed him, not wanting to wake Ian before stepping closer. “Oh come on don’t lie, I know you jacked off to it.” I cooed in a low voice. “So what was your favourite bit? The part when you got to see me using your body to pound another buff dude and fill his ass with your cum? Or the part where you watched Ian totally dominate me afterwards and go to town on your former hairy bubble ass?”

By this point Sam was completely speechless knowing that he’d been caught. He didn’t want to admit how he’d perved on them last night. How he’d watched his former body fuck one of his football bros. But it was so undeniably hot…

With that I lifted up an arm, exposing one of my pits to him but this time I didn’t shove him in it. “Go on, you know you want to. You can try and hide it all you want but you love seeing me show off your body, you love watching me adopt all your little habits.” I moved even closer until my lips were right next to his ear. “Watching me slip effortlessly into your jocky lifestyle.” I moved away slightly before wafting my armpit in his face. “Just embrace it lil’ bro.” I teased. “You’re my perverted little faggot now.”

He stared at me wordlessly for a moment and then at my exposed pit. I could see it in his eyes. Pure lust. And then, just as I’d hoped, he gave in to it. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as he voluntarily pressed his nose deep into my pit, huffing my musk like a drug. I was even more surprised when he pulled away and immediately dropped to his knees, drooling at the sight of his former cock.

“C-can I suck it?” He asked while grasping it gently in his hand.

“Only if you agree to only address me as Sam from now on, even when we’re alone.” I folded my arms over my powerful chest, looking down at his hungry eyes.

“O-okay… Sam…” He said meekly. His face went bright red once again at the feeling of being stripped completely of his former identity.

With that I put a hand on the back of his head and pressed him down onto my dick, letting him slobber all over it. “Yeahhhh that’s it. Suck my cock you skinny little bitch. Goooood boy.” I grumbled, trying to keep my voice down. “Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you keep worshipping me after I make Ian my boyfriend. Who knows, maybe he’ll want you to worship him as well.” I chuckled. “Fuck I can see it now. You, sitting on the floor with one of my socks stuffed in your mouth as a gag. Watching as Ian and I fuck and grope one another. Fuuuuck yeah.” My eyes fluttered closed as I pictured the scene in my head.

With that everything has finally fallen into place. The old Sam has finally accepted our new roles, I’ve assumed my new identity perfectly and I might even have a hot new boyfriend soon. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect right now…

[y00-nie]

Teaching Obsession

(Original story posted July 19th 2022) This story has been mildly Updated

Note: James Tenner is not Mr Wavell. I just happened to use the same model who would eventually end up becoming the body of Wavell

This past year had been an… interesting year for Luke to say the least. He’d started a job at his local college as a teaching assistant last September and one of the groups he’d been assigned to help was being taught by Mr James Tenner. From day one Mr Tenner had caught Luke’s eye.

Mr Tenner was 41 years old and still looked absolutely incredible. He seemed to be one of those men that only looked better with age. Even his physique was incredible if the well fitted clothing he wore were any indication. Much better shape than Luke had ever been in, that much was certain. Most of the time the dashing middle aged teacher would be seen wearing an eye-catching suit or at least something that was smart casual. He was very well groomed with immaculate stubble and slicked back, styled hair that flecks of silver dotted throughout. At a glance you could immediately tell that he took a lot of pride in his appearance and it certainly paid off. Most of the time he looked more like a distinguished businessman than a college English professor. One could only wonder how he afforded everything. A wealthy family perhaps.

For each and every lesson Luke would assist alongside Mr Tenner, he would grow more and more obsessed with the man. Constantly stealing glances at the handsome professor, his body perfectly wrapped in the fabric of whatever suit he’d decided to wear that day. And if he was lucky Mr Tenner would take off his jacket, giving Luke an even better view of that hot teacher ass that pressed against those tight pants he wore. And though Luke didn’t interact with it, he would constantly hear the students whispering to one another saying how fit Mr Tenner was.

Now however it was getting near the end of the academic year. Luke only had one more lesson left to sit in Mr Tenner and after that they were done for the year. Who knows if he’d get to work alongside him again next year. Had he taken it for granted? After getting to spend all this precious time around that hot stallion of a man, he just didn’t want things to change. Well thankfully for him, maybe they didn’t have to.

Recently a strange package had arrived on his doorstep. After checking it was definitely for him and not a mistake, Luke opened it to find a letter sat on top of what looked to be a strange device that he certainly hadn’t ordered. Hell he didn’t even know what it was. Pulling it out, the device looked to be made up of two helmets that were wired up to a controller of some kind. Confused, Luke opened the letter to figure out what this was about.

What he read seemed unreal. The letter explained how the sender somehow knew of Luke’s obsession with his senior co-worker and that they simply wanted to help fulfill that desire in the greatest way imaginable. When it explained how the machine worked, one part of Luke’s mind was screaming that it was bullshit. Yet at the same time whether it be out of lust, desire or just dumb hope, he couldn’t help but want to believe it. It also went on to explain how there was a small vial in the box he’d probably need as well. There was no name to indicate who the letter was from. Only a single initial. “W”.

After sifting back through the box, Luke was quick to find the vial that’d been mentioned and placed it down on the table beside the machine. In that moment a grin broke out across his face as he imagined what this could possibly mean for him.

———

The next morning Luke arrived at the college as he normally would only today his backpack was a fair bit heavier today than usual. He was with Mr Tenner for the afternoon so he had to slug through the morning first while hiding his excitement. On the outside he was professional but on the inside he just couldn’t wait to get this first half over and done with so he could test out the gift he’d been given.

After lunch however, it was finally time. Luke was able to hide his lust-fueled desire for Mr Tenner behind a kind smile as he entered the room before sitting down and discussing the afternoon ahead with the older teacher. Since it was the last day and they’d done the final exams for the year already, today was planned to just be a fun lesson for games and socialising. That said, it ended up being a very chilled out afternoon with both Luke and the handsome Mr Tenner being able to relax as the students enjoyed their last lesson in this class for the academic year.

Once the students had been allowed to head home however, instead of leaving with them, Luke stayed behind. Today he had different plans. Instead he sat and chatted with Mr Tenner for a while in the classroom as the handsome professor finished up the last of his paperwork. Luke eyed up the strong cup of coffee Mr Tenner had beside him and immediately he knew that’d be his golden ticket. He waited for just the right moment when the dashing silver fox got up to grab something, leaving his drink unattended, for Luke to make his move. He whipped out the vial before pouring its contents into the coffee. Mr Tenner was none the wiser.

Luke watched with anticipation as Mr Tenner returned to his seat before picking up his mug and taking another hefty gulp of coffee. Then another, and another until he’d drunk every very last drop. Unforyunatly for him however, the caffeinated beverage didn’t seem to keep him awake and alert in the slightest. If anything he felt more and more drowsy the more he had and even now his eyes were beginning to flutter. As his vision began to blur, he knew something was wrong but it was already too late. The last thing he saw before passing out was Luke’s face twisting from fake concern into a look of… excitement?

Luke watched with glee as the forgoes older man’s head tilted back over the chair, dropping his pen to the floor in process. Mr Tenner was out cold meaning step one was complete. Now onto step two. Luke reached into his bag and carefully pulled out the two helmets along with the controller linking them. He wasted no time in getting Mr Tenner to sit a bit more upright before placing one of the helmets on his head. Once he was sure it was secured in place, Luke grabbed the matching helmet and slipped it on himself. Step two complete.

The young man grabbed the controller and looked down at the buttons. Finally onto step three. Thankfully the letter he’d got came with a few simple instructions on how to work the machine. There were quite a few different buttons but it was surprisingly simple once he knew what he was doing. He went ahead with pressing a few of them and adjusting some of the settings until he was certain the device was in the correct mode. With that Luke looked across at the gorgeous man he’d been crushing on for the past year, then down at himself and finally back to the device.

”Here goes nothing.” He thought to himself before activating it.

It was hard for Luke to recall what happened after that. There was a flash as the helmets sparked to life causing him to jolt around a bit. His vision quickly became blurry as he started to lose feeling throughout his body until finally it all faded to black… but not for long. The clock seemed to indicate that only around 15 minutes had passed before he started to come back around. Luke blinked his eyes open groggily, only now he was the one sitting behind the professor's desk, not in front of it. Even more surprising though was seeing his own unconscious body slumped in a chair before him!

Looking down at himself Luke was swift to notice the suit he was now wearing. It was Mr Tenner’s! And his body… it all felt so different. Older yet also stronger and slightly bigger. All the evidence pointed towards the machine doing exactly what it’d promised and yet his mind could hardly believe it. Luke grabbed the helmet on his head before tossing onto the desk and jumping up to inspect himself.

On impulse his hands started to explore the body hidden beneath his dress shirt. He could feel a solid pair of defined pecs far bigger than his former ones before moving down to feel the hard ridges of abs. This quickly tempted him to untuck his shirt and pull it out to reveal them and he wasn’t disappointed. Soon rubbing and smiling the firmness of his new abs along with a dusting of stomach hair he hadn’t had before.

Bringing those hands up to his face, Luke explored his facial features. His jawline felt more prominent, lips slightly fuller, a fine stubble in place of the short beard he used to have and he couldn’t help but notice his hair. The hairline receded a bit but most notably the gel used to slick back his hair and style it. He’d never been one to use any kind of hair gel before so it definitely felt odd but he could get used to it.

After that Luke had to see it. He snatched up the older teacher’s phone from the desk and switched on the front camera. The face staring back at him was none other than the very same man he’d been lusting over all year. Mr Tenner. An almost sadistic grin emerged on his face that would’ve looked very out of character for Mr Tenner as he started to further admire his handsome, mature new features. Loving how his face looked aged but not wrinkled due to the lengths James went to take care of his skin while also enjoying the silver mixed in with his styled hair. Just gazing upon his new visage was causing the bulge in his suit pants to grow larger and tighter… but he wanted to save the best for last.

Next he went onto grab at his biceps, adoring how they bulged inside the fitted suit jacket, showing them off perfectly. It was incredible how a body almost twice Luke’s age could be this fit… this strong… this magnificent. The professor had clearly put huge amounts of work into his body and now Luke was more than happy to reap the benefits. He gave his arms a flex, loving how the jacket and dress shirt underneath had to stretch over the muscle. By now his cock was begging for attention but he had one more thing he wanted to check out first. After giving his pecs another quick squeeze through his shirt, Luke’s hands wandered down to his powerful new muscle ass, gripping it tightly with both hands. Fuck he’d wanted to grab and squeeze this ass all year long but he never imagined it’d be on his own backside when he finally got the chance.

Just then his old body started to groan. Luke took quick notice of this, fascinated to see if the extra setting he’d input to alter the former Mr Tenner had taken effect.

James Tenner blinked his eyes open, astonished to see none other than his identical twin standing before him! Wearing his clothes!? He cursed out loud, demanding to know what was going on but as he did he noticed the difference in his voice and body. He was much slimmer than before and wearing clothes similar to what his Teaching Aid Luke had been wearing before. Come to think of it, his voice just now sounded somewhat like Luke’s as well… what the fuck was going on!?

Looking back up at his imposter, James couldn’t help but notice the sinister smile plastered across his face. He was about to say something when the other man spoke up first. “Get over here and kneel in front of me.” The suited man spoke with such confidence and conviction. His words rattled through James’ head. Every fibre of his being was telling him to obey this man. This doppelgänger. What was wrong with him? He tried so hard to resist but… “Now.” The man demanded in an even deeper and authoritative tone. After that James’ body moved on its own, scrambling over and dropping to his knees as he was told.

The once Mr Tenner was getting even more freaked by the second as the more he looked up at his former… handsome… mature… sexy body, the more turned on he began to feel. Like he just wanted to endlessly service it. But he’d never been into men before? He was straight! So why couldn’t he pull his eyes away from the other man’s bulging crotch?!

Then without warning James felt a hand grab the back of his head, pressing it against the bulge, or rather what should've been his bulge, before telling him to worship it. One part of his mind was screaming at him to get up and run but it was vastly overpowered by the suffocating desire to obey and worship his own former body. And so James soon found himself kissing, licking and sniffing at the outline of his imposter's cock.

Luke almost couldn’t believe it. Not only had the machine been able to put him in the hunky body of Mr Tenner but it’d made the original James’ mind completely subservient to his will. Now the former professor, now in Luke’s old body, was doing everything he could to please his new master. After watching James press his face against the significant bulge in his suit pants however, Luke finally decided it was about time to whip out his brand new cock. By the look on James’ face, he was just as excited as Luke was about it.

“Fuckin woah… now that’s an upgrade for sur-oooohhaah” Luke barley had a chance to finish his sentence after unleashing his new monster cock before James had his lips wrapped around it. So eager to suck away at the dick he used to own. Luke just went with the flow, pressing James’ head down while loving how incredible and sensitive this new dick felt.

As his cock was being worshiped, Luke felt the overwhelming desire to strip out of this suit and give his new body some proper appreciation. Buuuuut it was probably best to wait until later. After all, if he was caught naked on college grounds he’d more than likely be fired from his new job before even having a chance to start. Just this blowjob was enough of a risk as it was. With that in mind he pulled James off his dick momentarily to jerk himself off furiously. James could only watch in awe as his former body jacked his dick like his life depended on it. Luke was biting his lip with lust as he drank in just how fat his new cock was while pumping it. He couldn’t have asked for anything better.

It wasn’t long before Luke finally started to feel his new seed welling up. With that he plunged his cock right back into James’ open mouth with a grunt. Feeling that hungry mouth suction down on his dick yet again was heavenly with how close he was. And with just a few eager bobs of James’ head, Luke grunted as he exploded his professor nut down the younger man’s throat in a thick salty blast.

The body snatcher watched with glee as his former self licked the cum from his lips. He shoved his softening cock back into his suit pants before pulling his new boy toy up onto his feet. “From now on, your are Luke. You’re just a teaching aid here and you will only refer to me as either Mr Tenner or Sir. You got that?” The new Mr Tenner stated.

“Yes sir!” The new Luke replied swiftly and subserviently. “Will I be able to worship you again soon?” He asked even though his inner self was still screaming against it.

“My place tonight at 8:00. You’ll be doing a whole lot more than worshipping…” The new professor stated before giving his former self a kiss on the cheek. As he did, the device caught his eye. With a smirk he grabbed it, ripping out the wires connecting it to the helmets before dropping it on the floor and smashing it beneath one of his new dress shoes. “Just so you don’t get any ideas.“ He smirked. “I’m James Tenner now and there’s nothing you can do to change that.” He sneered towards the new Luke.

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Just over an hour later James now found himself sauntering around the new incredible looking home he’d inherited. He didn’t waste much time stripping off his suit piece by piece, slowly revealing the adonis body beneath. It wasn’t long before he found himself standing before a mirror, admiring the full beauty of his new form. A light dusting of hair spread across two incredible pecs and a set of well defined abs. Arms that stretched most dress shirts he wore, threatening to rip through them. And of course the incredibly well sculpted ass he just couldn’t get enough of.

Now that he was alone, he was free to go full perve mode with his new body and life. Walking around the house fully nude with a constant boner. Going through all dirty clothes in the hamper and smelling the gym clothes this body had recently worn and loving how that scent was now his own. Sifting through his entire new closet and trying on style after style of clothes. He mainly went through the collection of suits Mr Tenner had amassed over the years but didn’t hesitate to try anything he thought would look great on him. Which, judging by how well it all fit him, was effectively everything. He enjoyed it far more than he should’ve. So much so that quite a few pairs of his new suit pants now had his ball batter splattered all over the inside, staining them with his seed. It almost felt like he was marking his territory as weird and primitive as that sounded.

The time just flew by in all his excitement and before long he heard his doorbell ring. The new and improved James Tenner answered the door wearing some casual but still incredible looking clothes to see none other than “Luke”, his new obedient slave. He invited the younger man in without hesitation and led him towards the living room.

“Alright boy, you should remember what this body likes to eat. If you make me some good food tonight I might consider taking off this shirt and letting you worship my pecs for a while. Then we’ll see how it goes from there.” James began smuggly, grasping at his cock a little before watching Luke scurry off to the kitchen. Happy with his new personal butler, he turned and sat down to watch some TV.

He already knew in the moment that this new life of his was going to be absolutely incredible. Bit by bit he’d been tapping into some new memories so by the time summer break was over he should be able to completely and utterly assume the full identity of Mr Tenner without anyone batting an eye! The only thing they’re going to notice is how much closer he is now to his teaching assistant from the previous year.

He still had no idea who sent him that machine in the first place but whoever it was, James was incredibly grateful for it.

[y00-nie]

The Professor’s Briefs

(Original story posted July 10th 2022) This story has been Updated!

“Oooh yeah, these’ll do perfectly” Josh grinned as he pulled a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs out of the hamper before giving the pouch a sniff. He shivered at the lingering scent of cock and balls that clung to the fabric. Making sure to savour it with a few deep inhales before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tiny vial of strange glowing liquid. “This stuff had better work” He mumbled to himself.

Earlier that day Josh had stumbled across a small shop just outside town that he’d somehow never noticed before. It was tucked away with a single pathway that led towards the shop. It wasn’t any normal shop though as both the sign on the outside and the man running the shop claimed to be selling truly magical items.

At first he assumed it was all tricks and scams as most normal people would. That was until the owner took a small bottle from the shelf behind him and took a small sip to prove that what he was selling was the real deal. One could only imagine Josh’s shock as he watched this bald middle aged man suddenly grow a full head of thick salt and pepper hair. Flawless hairline and all. Needless to say the sceptical younger man was a bit more inclined to believe after that. And so, after the shock had worn off, this led to him browsing the shop's many items himself.

Josh stopped when he came across another particularly eye-catching potion. ‘Form Exchange’ the label read. Josh’s eyes lit up upon reading the description for it. It was a potion that allowed two people to exchange physical forms and the only additional requirement was to be wearing an article of clothing blogging to whomever you wanted to trade with. Immediately he just knew he had to buy it.

This led to Josh essentially breaking into the house of his former college professor, Richard Harrington. He’d been drooling over that man his entire way through college and was the reason he wished he didn’t have to leave. The only reason Josh passed the course was because the only thing stronger than his desire to stare at his sexy professor’s ass in those fitted suit pants was his desire to make the older man proud of him. With this potion however, he could be closer to Mr Harrington than he’d ever thought possible.

That brings us back to the present with Josh giving his teacher’s used briefs another long deep sniff. It smelled even better than he’d imagined. If hadn’t been so excited to see the results of the potion, he would have stood here all night huffing Mr Harrington’s scent.

He managed to compose himself before popping off the cork on the potion bottle. He didn’t drink it though. Instead he’d been instructed to douse the chosen item of clothing in the potions magic. So that’s what he did, gently pouring the glistening liquid over the soft white fabric. He expected it to stain but instead the potion was absorbed almost instantly with hardly any trace. Seconds later, the briefs glowed for a brief moment with a magical aura.

His heart was already racing with excitement as he stripped off his clothes, all the while not being able to get the image of Mr Harrington out of his head. Specifically the time said teacher crush had bent forwards right in front of Josh, giving him the spectacle of a view that was Mr Harrington’s thick daddy ass stretched tight across the back of his pants. It was a memory Josh had long since carved into his brain, never to forget. Needless to say by the time Josh was nude and ready to slip on the briefs, his cock was hard as steel.

He took the briefs before pulling them up his legs until they rested nicely over his ass and crotch. For a good few moments he didn’t feel any different. He just felt like a pervert wearing his old professor's underwear. Josh stepped in front of the long full length mirror sitting in Mr Harrington’s bedroom to see if anything had changed. At first there was nothing, causing him to sigh outwardly. Maybe what he’d seen in the shop was just tricks after all and he’d done all this on a con. Oh well. At least he could steal these briefs and a few other pieces of his professor’s clothes to jerk off over.

Just as he was about to take them off however, the briefs glowed once more…

Josh couldn’t help but lurch over slightly as he felt a sudden shock of energy course through his body. An otherworldly blend of pleasure and heat pulse around is crotch. Within moments the bulge in the professor's briefs started to grow and fill out the pouch more comfortably than before. His already decent sized cock thickened considerably and gained some noticeable length. The pure sensitivity as it engorged caused Josh’s face to twist with ecstasy. His balls followed the same example, his sack feeling fuller and heavier by the second as his nuts grew into large testosterone producing and cum churning factories. This in turn caused the hefty tip of his dick to drool, creating a small patch of precum on the briefs. Josh swiftly pulled open the front said briefs to find a new cock that certainly wasn’t his own but judging by how perfectly it filled out the pouch, he had a pretty good idea who it belonged to. Or used to belong too anyway…

The bulge only continued to grow as his dick grew stiffer by the second, swiftly returning to its rock hard state. Only now his erection was much more impressive than it had ever been. Fat and throbbing as it threatened to burst through the underwear. Josh would’ve been more focused on that had it not been for the warm sensation he felt building in his backside. Turning his rear to the mirror, Josh was greeted with the sight of his once average butt expanding and filling out the back of Mr Harrington's underwear as if they were his own. He ran a hand across his thickening ass, enjoying how supple it looked and felt. It was unmistakable. That was very same he’d nutted over time and time again to the thought of fucking it. It was Mr Harrington’s ass. And now it was his! Josh wanted nothing more than to rip off the underwear and start grabbing at his new bubbly teacher butt.

Unfortunately he was soon distracted by the sight and feeling of his waist tightening a little before his torso extended, slightly increasing his height. His height would only continue to increase as his legs were next to experience some changes. They extended somewhat, pushing him taller, before thickening with some extra size. The bulking of his legs wasn’t massively noticeable due to Josh’s already somewhat large thighs and calves. He’d always considered his legs as being one of his best traits. Though that didn’t stop them from getting stronger and firmer as what was once fat making his legs look thick was quickly replaced by seasoned muscle. He could feel it immediately. His legs felt powerful as fuck! And his thighs… god if they weren’t his own he’d want to shove his dick between them until he spilled his load.

Josh hummed in anticipation as the next change began to make itself known. The heat traveled upwards towards Josh’s torso yet again. He could see the change immediately and a cocky smirk couldn’t help tug at his lips. Most excess fat around his stomach region melted away, giving rise to an incredible set of abs. That however was swiftly overshadowed by the fast ballooning of his chest. Josh couldn’t help letting out a soft moan as his once flat chest heated up with the flow of transformative magic gushing into them. He did his best to bite his lip as a pair of perfectly sculpted pecs swelled out before him. They were so irresistible that Josh grabbed them almost on instinct before starting to knead and caress the new pillowy muscle with a face full of bliss. Hardly even taking notice of how the heat had moved towards his back, causing it to broaden his figure. During this he couldn’t help but let a few more grunts escape his lips as the feeling briefly returned downwards, causing his toes to curl as his feet began to stretch and grow slightly.

After that Josh’s arms began to buzz with energy. His traps and shoulders were first, bulging larger and and more rounded in a way that gave his growing form an even more masculine shape. It then moved down to his biceps and triceps. Filling them with satisfying warmth before filling them with power that caused them to inflate. Bulking them up considerably with size and definition Josh never imagined he’d have. Lastly capping things off with some extra beef in his forearms and the subtle growth of his hands.

Everything below his head had changed. Every part of his body. He’d gotten taller, more muscular and certainly more well endowed. But most interestingly Josh could feel the maturity of his new form as well. Though his body felt stronger than ever, he could also tell that it’d aged. Displaying the form not only of a fit man, but a fit middle aged man.

It wasn't long until an itching sensation galloped across Josh’s entire body paired with the same heat that’d been changing him so far. Hair began to spread across his chest, abdomen, forearms and even a little across his ass before finally coating his legs to match. But it didn’t stop there. Some of the hairs that grew over his chest even began to change colour to that of a dark grey to really help exemplify the new age of Josh’s body.

Now all that was left was Josh’s youthful face. It wouldn’t stay that way for long though as the pleasurable heat was moving swiftly up and over his head. His jaw hung agape as he hummed in pure euphoria, his head already beginning to reshape itself. His features shifted as they grew older and more mature. The small bit of facial scruff that covered his face grew into a full but short and well kept beard while his hair restyled itself. All the while his eyes changed colour and lost their youthful glow in exchange for a wise and manly yet still soft look. Then all that was left was for his hair to pepper itself with a plentiful amount of silver and grey hairs to truly complete his hot dilf look.

Finally his transformation was complete.

None of it even felt real at first. Like it was all some extremely vivid lucid dream. But no. This was real. The potion was real. The man staring back at him in the mirror was no longer the young 22 year old who’d had a desperate crush for his college professor. He couldn’t believe it but… the man staring back at him was that very man! He was Mr Fucking Harrington!!!

If Josh wasn’t so focused on groping and squeezing every part of his newly transformed body, he might’ve noticed just how much his pupils dilated with raw unfiltered lust while staring at his new reflection. His new cock twitched, leaking even more precum when he heard his new voice for the first time. It was so much deeper and with such a natural authoritative edge to it that made Josh feel more manly than he ever had in his life. And his moan. Oh his moans! Hearing the low rumble in his throat as used his hot professor’s voice to make such needy, pleasurable noises was sending him over the edge!

He must’ve spent the next hour in front of that mirror worshiping himself. Completely and utterly entranced by the body he’d stolen. He’d touched and explored every nook and cranny of his newly acquired form. Naturally it wasn’t long before he’d whipped out his fat daddy cock and jerked it with an almost animalistic desire. Needless to say he splattered the mirror many of Mr Harrington’s belongings with his dilf ball batter countless times already, eagerly lapping up every drop afterwards. Despite his mature age, that didn’t stop his balls from churning out bucket loads of his new dilf seed and it tasted fucking delicious.

Right now the only thing that felt nearly as incredible as worshipping himself and cumming everywhere was the feeling of exploring his new ass.

Josh had eventually found himself sliding his fingers between his firm new bubbly ass cheeks in an effort to explore his professor's juicy looking hole. Seeing as Mr Harrington had been a straight man, Josh’s new hole was extremely tight smd wasn’t expecting any visitors. That said, just one meaty finger was enough to have him both moaning in pleasure and gritting his teeth in pain. He’d certainly need to remember to buy some toys to help stretch out this former straight man’s asshole in preparation for taking some huge cock later down the line. But for now he had to admit that having such a mature yet tight hole was hot as fuck.

Eventually, once he’d finally calmed down enough from his horny escapades and had completely drained his new balls, Josh decided to further explore what his new home had to offer. He didn’t get much further than the bedroom closet though as the allure of trying on a bunch of Mr Harrington’s outfits was far too compelling to resist. Each and every article of clothing fit him like a glove but what he enjoyed the most were the suits. Especially the pants. So goddamn form-fitting. He was almost hypnotised by the way his own ass pressed against the back of them. Just like Mr Harrington. But then as Josh turned back to face the mirror once more, straightening his tie a little, he thought of the funniest thing…

Next thing you know, the now 43 year old college professor is pulling all sorts of strange funny faces while doing silly dances in the mirror. Sticking out his tongue while jumping about like an idiot. He was cracking up while doing it but also found it sorta hot at the same time to see Mr Harrington in the mirror doing these silly dances that the professor would never have done. Seeing the body of the man he obsessed over act so out of character was erotic to say the least. That’s when an idea popped to mind. It was something he’d only ever imagined happening in wet dreams but he was about to make it reality. He turned his backside to the mirror yet again before spreading his legs apart and squatting down a little. And then?… he started fucking twerking! It was a little awkward at first considering Mr Harrington’s body had likely never tried it at first but he quickly started to adjust. He was practically shakin his ass for what felt like over half an hour until eventually he found himself absolutely throwing it back!. Josh was twerking his professors thick ass while wearing his suit and was somehow absolutely nailing it! Looking over his shoulder to see the action, his cock couldn’t help but twitch again.

As Josh was busy shaking Mr Harrington’s ass in the mirror however, the real Richard Harrington was currently across town still trying to figure out how and why the fuck he’d transformed into this 20 something year old guy he used to teach. Too bad for him that any effort to get his body back would be for naught as there was no way in hell Josh was ever going to return his new dilf body!

Josh took one last look at his new self. His mature, handsome and daddy as fuck self. He had to hand it to that magic shop. The potion had worked flawlessly! Now that he was thinking with a clearer mind however, he’d realised that even though he now had the body of Richard Harrington, he still needed the memories to go with it if he was truly going to steal this body and life. He could’ve sworn he saw another potion in the shop that had something to do with memories. Maybe he should pay the shop another visit to finish claiming his new identity and maybe even buy a few more fun magic items while he’s at it…

[y00-nie]

Uncle Ted - The Gym Exchange

(Original story posted June 23rd 2022 & June 26th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

Yet another longer story here! 12.5K words to be exact! It was originally posted in two halves but I’ve put them both together here for your reading convenience! Also the model I used for Uncle Ted in this story was fit as fuck so I’ll probably use him again in a new story at some point 😋

(Part 1)

Jake stared into the mirror, eyes flickering over his own reflection. If there was one word that came to mind it was average. Not all that skinny, not too fat and not really that muscular either. He had some light body hair here and there but nothing notable. He adorned some patchy facial hair yet but nothing to write home about either. At least he had a decent cock but even then he kinda wished it was a tad more impressive. Overall he really was just average. Honestly Jake thought he was okay with it. That was until his recent 22nd birthday rolled around where he’d made a decision that he was going to forge himself into a better man. He didn’t want to look in the mirror every morning and see someone ordinary anymore. He wanted to see someone extraordinary! Luckily he knew just the right man to turn to for advice.

After a short walk through the neighbourhood, Jake found himself knocking on a familiar door. Moments later the door swung open and Jake was greeted by his favourite Uncle Ted. It’d be easy for anyone to see why Jake was going to his Uncle for help. The dude was JACKED! Ted might’ve been 43 years old but that certainly didn’t stop him from having a killer body. Huge arms! Massive Chest! Giant legs! Bubbly Ass! Most dudes would kill to have a body like that in their twenties nevermind their forties! If there was anyone in Jake’s family that could help his body go from ordinary to extraordinary, it was his Uncle Ted.

Ted was quick to invite his nephew inside, saying it was nice to have a bit of company. Despite his incredible looks Ted was still single somehow. He had a wife a few years ago but they ended up splitting because they had ‘different interests in life’ or something like that. Jake wasn’t sure of the specifics. Neither of them ever went into that much detail about it, just that they weren’t right for each over apparently.

So ever since Ted had been living on his own. Not that needed to be. Even Jake knew that his uncle had women his age and younger practically throwing themselves at him and anyone could see why. Besides being in amazing shape, Ted was also effortlessly charming and immaculate. He exuded a positive kind of masculinity that made him feel magnetic to both men and women alike. It truly was an admirable trait.

After being tossed a beer from the fridge, Jake explains his situation and how he wants Ted to help him along the way. Ted was of course thrilled that his nephew had sought him out for advice and immediately agreed to help. This swiftly evolved into a lecture given to Jake about healthy eating and what are the best foods to include/avoid. Telling him all about calories surplus' and deficits, how to manage his eating habits, meal prep so on and so forth. He was very adamant that eating right was a crucial component to getting in shape and staying healthy.

He eventually ended up writing half of this down since it was a lot of information to cram into Jake all at once. But after all that came the training advice. Ted gave Jake some ideas for routines he could start with at the gym. Nothing too serious but enough to get him into the swing of things. Jake was thrilled when his Uncle even offered if he wanted to join him at the Gym tomorrow. Ted worked there after all as a personal trainer and part owner so it’d be easy for him to show Jake the ropes. Jake didn’t even think twice when accepting the offer.

Afterwards, they sat on the couch and watched some sports together for an hour or two before Jake eventually decided it was about time for him to head back home. Before he could leave though, his Uncle caught him a big muscly bear hug while emphasising how flattered he is that Jake came to him for help and advice. It was a good thing they didn’t hold that hug for too long otherwise Uncle Ted might’ve felt the swiftly growing erection pressing against Jake’s pants. Afterall, there was more than one reason why he was so excited when his Uncle actually offered to train with him…

For the longest time now Jake had a massive crush on Uncle Ted. That huge muscular body, those devilishly handsome features and that sliver hair he’d developed in recent years. He looked like a walking sex dream and Jake had fantasised time after time what it would be like to touch and squeeze his uncle's muscled physique. Dreaming of kissing along those thick pecs while worshipping Ted’s brawny biceps. Even licking the sweat off his uncle's abs after a long workout before gradually shifting lower and lower until he could tug down Ted’s shorts finally see what his uncle’s cock looks like. Just wondering about it made his whole body shiver with delight.

One of his most frequent jerk off fantasies was of a memory from a couple years back. They’d been on a family trip to the beach and his Uncle tagged along. At one point he wore nothing but a well fitted speedo that hugged his ass and crotch tightly while having the rest of his impressive body on full display. Jake must’ve barely touched the sea that day as he spent most of his time sitting nearby Ted as he sunbathed on a towel, trying not to make his glancing too obvious. The image of his Uncle’s ass stretching those speedo’s had been seared into his brain ever since. Not to mention the outline of his thick daddy dick.

Having managed to successfully hide his growing boner, Jake said goodbye to his smiling Uncle who told him to be ready to meet him at the local gym tomorrow at 10:00am. The entire walk home after that Jake couldn’t help the giddy excitement rising up inside him. He was gonna get to see Ted getting sweaty and pumping iron while also getting to work on his own body. Two birds with one stone! He was hardly gonna sleep a wink tonight just thinking about it.

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Jake had gotten up bright and early the next day. He wasted no time jumping out of bed to grab some breakfast before throwing on some workout gear and heading off for the gym. He arrived at about 9:55 to find Ted already standing outside the entrance waiting for him. The two said a quick hello before heading straight inside, not wanting to waste any time.

When they got to the reception, Jake was planning on paying separately for each day until he was sure that he wanted to stay. Ted however tried to convince Jake to get the membership, reasoning that he would feel more encouraged to go throughout the month that way. Jake thought on it for a moment but eventually decided to do it seeing as he thought it’d make Ted happy.

Next stop was the locker room. Seeing as he was part of the staff, Ted had his own separate locker with the rest of the staff. Jake on the other hand was given a key to one of the regular lockers which he found pretty quick. He tossed his gym bag inside before locking it back up and meeting with his Uncle again.

Jake assumed it was time to head down to the gym next but Ted stopped him. Apparently there was one more thing he wanted to do so that they could really get the most out of their gym session today. Ted led a confused Jake into one of the large changing cubicles across the locker room before shutting the door behind them. What Ted said after that sounded completely insane and yet Jake wanted nothing more than to believe it.

“I think there might be a better and quicker way for you to learn all this rather than just me showing you like any other trainer would…” Ted began somewhat ominously. Jake had no idea where his Uncle had been going with this but in no world would he have predicted what Ted revealed to him next.

Ted went on to tell Jake about a ‘very special power’ he had. Apparently, ever since he turned 20, Ted had been blessed with the ability to astral project his soul out of his body and possess somebody else’s. Jake’s eyes had widened at that, not quite sure how to respond to such a claim. He was skeptical of course and was quick to make it known. Ted had expected as much but he insisted he was telling the truth. He even went on to tell Jake about how his first possession had been of his old college football coach because he’d been jealous of the man’s large burly body. Going on to explain that being in that body was part of the reason Ted had been so driven to perfect his own body.

“I’ve also learned how to manipulate other people’s souls while projecting, pulling them out of their bodies and putting them into others…” Ted continued on, seeming dead serious about this power he claimed to have. Even reciting another story where he accidentally caused a middle aged man to swap bodies with his jock son way back when he was still figuring this power out and had to scramble to figure out how to undo it again.

Hearing all this Jake was at a loss for words. He had no clue what in the hell his Uncle was talking about. Was it some kind of strange prank he was trying to pull? Because there was no way right? Why wouldn’t he have mentioned this kind of thing before? The logical part of his brain screamed that it couldn’t be true but another part of his couldn’t help but pray that it was real. Because if that was true then… His eyes darted down at his average body and then back up at his Uncle’s perfect form. He wanted that.

Ted sighed “Yeaaah didn’t think you’d believe me so how about I just show ya instead?”

Jake took a step back, not knowing what to expect as Ted closed his eyes and focused. The 22 year old was unable to see what happened next as Ted’s soul detached from his body. He caught his bearings in a matter of seconds in his astral form before wasting no time in reaching inside Jake’s body. In that moment Jake felt an indescribable sensation spread throughout his entire being before blacking out. His soul was forcefully dragged from his body, leaving it an empty husk like Ted’s body. But not for long. With careful precision, Ted pulled on Jake’s soul and tossed it into his former 43 year old body and watched as his nephew’s essense was absorbed into that mature muscular form. As soon as he knew it’d gone smoothly, Ted jumped inside Jake’s younger, slimmer form and took full control.

They were both a little disoriented for a moment, blinking their eyes a little as the world came back into focus. Though Jake was very quick to realise something was very different. Very different. For starters he was now staring down at none other than… himself?! But it wasn’t just that. His entire body felt different!

Looking down at himself, Jake’s eyes bulged as they settled on an incredible pair of thick juicy pecs straining against the very same tank top Ted had been wearing. Looking past them he could see the rest of his body certainly wasn’t lacking either. His shoulders looked like bowling balls as thick and powerful veins snaked down his arms and across a pair of gigantic bulging biceps. And even further past those he saw that he was wearing his Uncle’s gym shorts as well as they struggled to contain his enormous looking legs. He was fucking huge!

“H…Holy…Fuuck… wait i-is that my voice??” Each word that left Jake's mouth rumbled with a deep yet familiar baritone. It was weird coming from his own mouth but he knew that voice immediately. It was his Uncle’s voice! He was speaking with his Uncle’s voice!!! There was no way. All that impossible stuff his Uncle had been saying about astral projecting and moving souls was actually true?…

He was actually inside his hot Uncle’s huge god-like body! Instantly his new dick throbbed at the realisation.

Almost on instinct Jake started to explore his new assets, starting with his pecs. He placed a large hand beneath each one and began to bounce and jiggle them through the tank top. The feeling was nothing if not magical. All that muscle stacked on his chest, ready to be groped and admired. Fuck he couldn’t get enough of it. He just wanted to squish and bounce them non stop while tweaking on his nipple. Unfortunately he did quite that far when his former body let out a hearty “Ahem!” Suddenly snapping back to reality as Jake remembered he wasn’t the only one here. Jake’s new 43 year old face turned a shade of red as his Uncle stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Right. The plan is that I’m going to use your body to workout and push it as far as it can go, hopefully installing a bit of muscle memory along the way. Meanwhile I’m going to let you workout in my body. I’ll still coach you of course but the already existing muscle memory in my body should help you learn.” Ted explained but Jake looked as though he was far too busy flexing his new biceps, practically drooling as he watched the muscles bulge with power. “Oi! I hope you’re listening because if you don’t take this seriously then I’ll change us back right now.” Ted threatened, trying to sound as stern as possible despite being inside Jake’s much smaller body.

“Sorry sorry. I heard you Uncle Ted. This is just uhhhh… a lot to take in you know…” Jake replied, trying his best not to keep his hands off himself.

Ted cracked a smile. “Believe me, I get it. I was the same when I took over my old coach’s body for the first time. It was a wild ride to say the least.” He said, averting his eyes away for a moment as a small blush crossed his face. “How about you just meet me in the main gym in about 5 minutes when you’ve had enough time to let this all… digest.” Ted glanced down at Jake’s crotch, seeing the rather noticeable bulge now pressing against his shorts. Jake went even redder in the face that time. He’d been so infatuated with his Uncle’s muscles that he’d barely even noticed his growing erection in all the excitement. He swiftly apologised to which his Uncle was surprisingly chill and brushed it off, saying it was natural after an experience like this and to just get rid of it before following him.

Ted left Jake alone to sort himself. The moment he was out of sight however, Jake locked himself back inside the cubicle and immediately went back to feverishly grabbing at his Uncle's enormous body. Now that he was alone, he was really going at it. Flexing every muscle, exploring every crevice, even throwing off his Uncles tank top to get a better look at huge pecs and abs. Having all that size and strength was more intoxicating than he ever could’ve ever imagined! He felt like a damn superhero! Not only that but it was his Uncle’s muscle. His Uncle’s body. The very body he’d been secretly lusting after for years now. And right now it belonged to him.

He was supposed to be using this time to calm himself down but if anything his bulge grew even more prominent to the point where there was a thick firm outline pressing against his Uncle's shorts that was impossible to ignore. There was no way he was gonna miss the opportunity to finally see the cock between his Uncle’s legs.

Tugging down his shorts and briefs, Jake watched with astonishment as Ted’s cock sprung forward in all its fat veiny glory. His heartbeat skyrocketed with excitement as the brand new member between his legs pulsated. It had a shaft that got slightly thicker in the middle and a large mushroom head that began to leak pre-cum. Without even giving it a second thought, Jake wiped up some of the gooey substance and plunged it into his mouth. He could hardly believe he’d just tasted Uncle Ted’s cum with Ted’s own damn tongue!!… and it was delicious. Like an addictive treat that he wanted nothing more than to stuff himself full with.

There were so many thoughts racing through Jake’s mind. So many things he wanted to do with his Uncle’s body. To just kick off his shorts and admire it in its fully naked beauty for a start. To just grip the fat cock and jerk it until he busted his Uncle’s seed all over the cubicle walls. To reach his hands back and explore his Uncle's beefy ass and hole. To just simply admire his gorgeous new face and perfect stubble for hours on end. Unfortunately however, he had to bury those urges for now and get out into the gym. He didn’t wanna take too long and risk his Uncle swapping them back already. After briskly pulling the tank top back over his newly impressive frame and yanking his shorts back up over his cock, Jake exited the cubicle and headed out of the changing rooms with haste. On his way to the gym though Jake couldn’t help but notice how he was even walking with Uncle Ted’s natural swagger.

Ted watched as his body turned the corner onto the gym floor with a gleeful look on it’s face. “That was longer than 3 minutes Jake. I was about to come through and hurry your ass up.” He said with his noodly arms crossed, once again trying to sound stern but still not quite pulling it off with Jake’s youthful voice. “Well now that you look appropriate, let’s get to training.” Little did he know that Jake was actually still hard as a rock right now but had managed to hide it by stuffing his pulsing member under the waistband of his shorts. If Jake lifted up his tank top right now, the tip of his Uncle’s dick would be on full display.

Ted began to lead Jake deeper into the gym. “Now don’t think this’ll be easy just because you’ve got my body.” He warned. “Since I know that my body can handle it, you’ll be lifting heavier weight than you ever have in your body. You won’t be going quite as heavy as I normally while you’re still absorbing the info from my body’s muscle memory. Just to be safe. But I’m confident that with my coaching to guide you along the way, you’ll be lifting my regular weight with proper form before you know it!” Ted seemed very confident and enthusiastic about this method. So much so that Jake began to wonder if Ted had given some of his other clients special body swapping sessions as well?

As it was Monday Ted declared they’d be doing a chest focused session today. He began to show Jake some of the equipment they’d be using and explained a few of the exercises they’d be going through today. Other gym goers could only stare in confusion as they watched what seemed to be this young dude who looked like he’d never before set foot in a gym coaching a buff but also clueless looking 40 year old.

Ted would demonstrate each exercise first, showing the proper form before letting Jake have a turn at it. Jake was in awe as he watched his Uncle struggle with such low weight as he would’ve before but then as he took his turn, he was able to go at least five times heavier with no problem whatsoever! Just the act of being able to lift such heavy weights with his Uncle's beefy arms had his cock bucking in those shorts, though trying his best to hide it of course. Yet despite his incredible strength, Ted still had to correct Jake’s form from time to time.

"Muscle memory or not, your form is a bit off buddy." Ted would say as he patted his former, bulging biceps. “Do it again and I’ll help correct your position.”

Jake laid back down on the bench, grabbing the barbell above exactly as Ted instructed. Then as Jake began to bench press the moderately heavy bar, Ted coached him on how to position his arms, how to control his speed and breathing during each rep and how to safely put the barbell back after each set. He found himself picking it up pretty fast. He supposed his Uncle's muscle memory was working after all.

“Right now just try and remember how all this feels. Soak it up as best you can so you can call on this experience when you’re back in your own body.” Ted explained after finishing a couple sets of bench press himself, the bar significantly lighter for his current body’s inferior strength. “And I’ll try my best to instill your body with some of the basics as well. Those put together should massively accelerate your progress.”

Back in his own body? Hearing those words saddened Jake a little but it couldn’t be helped. He was just on such a massive horny high from getting to be his Uncle. So for now he decided he was just gonna enjoy this incredibly hot power trip while it lasted and try to learn a few things along the way. And that’s exactly what he did! The pair jumped between different machines and equipment until they were both a sweaty mess. They still had two exercises left but Ted had to make a quick trip to the bathroom. He’d told Jake to sit and wait for him but of course, the second Ted was gone, Jake jumped back up and headed across the gym towards some of the many wall mirrors.

It was surreal. There was no other way to describe it. He just couldn’t believe that the face staring back at him in the mirror was actually his Uncle‘s devilishly handsome mug. His beautiful eyes. His perfect stubbly beard. His immaculate silver hair. And right now all of it belonged to him! The face he’d envisioned while masturbating. The biceps he’d always wanted to squeeze. The thighs he’d wished to have his head squashed between. The pecs he’d always wanted to motorboat. It was all his and ready to flaunt. Jake just couldn’t help himself! He had to start flexing and posing starting with a good ol’ double bicep flex.

“Oooh yeah… I’m fuckin huuuge…” Jake muttered to himself. “Bet my nephew wishes he had a bod like this heheh…” He sniggered to himself as he started to bounce his pecs a little. God he loved having a thick chest like this. Feeling the muscle go from soft and pliable to hard and firm with a single flex.

He tried to keep his display somewhat appropriate and not go overboard in front of all these other gym-goers. That certainly proved easier said than done when staring at the way his shorts perfectly hugged his giant thighs. God his uncle’s body was just such a sight to behold. Yet even adoration he felt for his incredible thighs paled in comparison to pure lust he experienced when he turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder. Not only did his back look incredible but his muscle ass was absolutely phenomenal!

The very same ass he’d steal glances at whenever his Uncle’s back turned. The same ass he’d imagined pressing his cock between and fucking into oblivion so many times before. Now it was sitting on HIS backside. He wanted nothing more that the start groping it. To start feverish squeezing those colossal cheeks and eventually slip a hand down into his shorts and press a finger against his Uncle’s hole just to see how tight it was. Buuuuuut doing that in front of a bunch of other dudes at the gym would probably destroy any chance he’d have at his Uncle swapping them again in the future. So he restrained himself.

“I see you couldn’t help yourself huh?” The sound of Jake’s original voice came from across the room. Jake turned to see Ted walking towards him, clearly having seen the display Jake was putting on his borrowed body. Jake was about to apologise but Ted stopped him. “Don’t sweat it. If I were you’d I’d have definitely done the same thing.” He assured with a laugh.

With that the two finished finished their last exercises, both really pushing themselves to their limit. It was tough but by the end of it all they felt great! They downed the remainders of their protein shakes before grabbing their towels and making their way back into the locker rooms. As they did Jake made sure to say nothing about the swap in the blind hope that his uncle wouldn’t swap them back until after they’d changed. Mainly so he’d get the chance to strip off in Uncle Ted’s body. But alas he wasn’t so lucky.

“I can tell you’ve enjoyed yourself in my body but it’s time swap back now bud.” Ted said with his hands on his hips.

Jake sighed a little. “Alright I’m ready. Do… whatever it is you do.”

Ted did exactly that. He closed his eyes, focused his energy and bam! He was out of Jake’s body. Just like before he floated towards Jake before reaching inside and pulling the 22 year old’s soul out of Ted’s 43 year old body before tossing it back into its rightful form. Once that was done, Ted was able to slide effortlessly back into his own skin.

The first thing Ted noticed when he re-entered his body was that his cock was semi hard. Jake must’ve still had a small boner moments before Ted undid the swap. He didn’t say anything about it though, deciding to just brush it off as not to embarrass his nephew. He was just a young lad that was excited to be in such a big strong body like Ted’s was all… right?

Jake on the other hand was a little bummed to be back in his much smaller, average looking body but at least now he had a bunch of new memories to use as jerk off material. Not only that but he could already feel a bit of muscle soreness in his chest and other areas. It felt like Ted did some great work despite having Jake’s weaker body.

“Sooooo are we gonna do that again tomorrow?” Jake asked, trying to sound casual about it.

Ted flexed his pecs a little “Well I can feel a burn in my chest so it seems you did a good job with my body. I don’t see why not as long as you promise to keep working hard like today.”

On the outside Jake kept his cool. “Awesome. Sounds like a plan then Uncle T!” But on the inside he was practically bursting with joy. At that moment he knew to spend every moment of every day from now on looking forward to his gym sessions with Uncle Ted. He was already super excited to work his Uncle’s arms tomorrow and put those thick and powerful biceps to work! Even now he found himself staring at his Uncle’s arms, itching for the chance to grope and flex them again

Little did the two of them know that by using his power, Ted was slowly drawing the attention of one specific Warlock who loves to cause a little mischief…

(Part 2)

~~ Three Weeks Later ~~

By now the duo of Uncle and Nephew had gotten used to their new routine. Every workout day they would meet at the gym, head to locker rooms, and Ted would use his secret powers. Before they knew it, they were piloting each other’s bodies and getting a serious pump on. Jake was always making sure to follow every one of his Uncle’s instructions in an effort to impress. Hoping that as long as he kept up the good work, he’d keep getting the chance to use his Uncle’s hunky body again and again.

Of course being inside Uncle Ted’s body never got old for Jake either. Each time was just as hot and exhilarating as the last and without fail he would always end up getting at least one massive boner with his Uncle’s thick cock. The only downside to it all was that he was never out of Ted’s sight for long enough to truly explore his Uncle’s body. The best he got was when he slipped out of the gym to go to the bathroom when in reality he’d just locked himself in a stall so he could whipped out the thick appendage his Uncle carried between his legs. Taking the chance to admire it and give it a few good pumps while he flexed his muscles. Damn his Uncle for having such good stamina though. It meant the furthest he got was a couple spurts of precum spluttering from the tip (which he lapped up of course) before he had to pull his shorts back up and head back into the gym to avoid any suspicion as to what he might’ve been doing. Still though, he hoped one day he’d get his chance to finish and bust Uncle Ted’s load.

Little did Jake know however that chance might come sooner than he thought.

The last few times Jake and Ted switched, they were unaware of the invisible observer watching over them. It seems the constant use of Ted’s strange abilities had caught the attention of none other than Mr Wavell. A mysterious magical being who took far too much pleasure in meddling with the lives and bodies of men. Body swaps and transformations were his bread and butter. So to see this hunky daddy using own unique power to swap bodies with his horny nephew had certainly piqued the warlock’s interest.

And so he’d become curious enough of this little dynamic going on to observe the pair for a couple of days. Finding it curious how Ted would only switch his soul with his Nephew when they were at the gym so they could workout in each other's bodies. Wavell couldn’t help but find it amusing. These humans were essentially doing his job for him. As such he couldn’t help but wonder how the hell this Ted guy even obtained such a power to begin with?

Ted did seem as though he’d been born in a world of magic like Wavell had been. Wavell would’ve been able to sense it if so. Ted had definitely been born here in this ordinary realm. Was he granted this power by someone? Did he have some sort of contact with a magical item that bestowed it upon him? Or was he really just a normal human from this ordinary world that by some miracle had been naturally born with the power to not only project his soul into astral form but also manipulate others souls as well!? Whatever the case was, Wavell was certainly glad to have stumbled across these two.

Of course Wavell had been very swift to pick up on how the Nephew, Jake, reacted just before and during the switch. He’d peered into the young man’s mind to see just how much excitement he was hiding everytime his Uncle swapped their bodies. But not just the typical excitement of a smaller dude getting to be a total hunk for a while. No, this was something much more. Something Wavell knew very well. Pure unbridled lust. A burning sexual desire for his Uncle’s gorgeous body and adoring absolutely every second he got to spend inside of it.

And so one fateful morning Jake and Ted met at the as they usually did now for yet another arm day. Only this time they had Wavell once again spying over their shoulders. They did their normal locker room and body swap routine before heading onto the gym floor with the curious warlock floating behind them. Wavell couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw Jake, now back inside his Uncle’s body, casually grabbing at his muscles with a giddily smile. Not to mention Jake trying to subtly cover the growing bulge around his crotch. That seemed to be a common issue.

The pair worked hard through their session together. They made sure to give their biceps and triceps an incredible pump throughout the blend of exercises Ted had picked out for them today. Like Always Jake was getting a massive rush while doing different types of curls. Watching the way his borrowed biceps bulged with every rep. Still enamoured by the strength his Uncle’s body carried and how intoxicating it felt to wield.

As he was doing some heavy barbell curls, Jake once again found himself wishing that this didn’t have to end at the gym. Wishing that he could just leave the gym inside Uncle Ted’s body and spend the rest of the day in his body. Truth be told he’d fantasised about running off while Ted wasn’t looking. Dashing out of the gym and finding someplace where Ted wouldn’t be able to find him for just long enough that he could empty his Uncle's fat balls. But he didn’t want to risk pissing off Ted and never getting the chance to swap again. He just wished he could get more out of it.

Luckily for Jake, Wavell was in a wish granting mood.

The warlock hovered above the two men while they went about their workout as he wondered to himself how he was going to cause mayhem. His first thought had been to reach inside Ted and drain his soul of all its magic. It’d been a long time since he’d done that. There was never really any need too honestly. He already had all the power he’d ever need. In the past he’d only ever done it for fun so he could see once powerful beings squirm after being rendered helpless. Usually ending with them offering up their bodies for Wavell to fuck and abuse in any way he pleased in exchange for their magic power back. Like that Doctor Strange guy… Now he had a tight hole.

However, as fun as that could be, Wavell decided to mess with them in a different way. He looked over towards Jake who had just finished doing a few sets of barbell curls. He was about to start removing some of the weights to make the bar liftable for his Uncle suddenly he felt a shock run through his body. Unbeknownst to Jake, Wavell had cast a couple of spells on him to make things a little more interesting…

“Jake? Are you alright?” Ted asked, seeing that Jake had suddenly frozen in place.

Jake shook his head and looked back towards his Uncle. “Oh uhhh yeah… I just felt a bit weird for a second there. Just goosebumps I think.” He said, brushing off the strange feeling with a smile. Blissfully unaware of the gift he’d just been given.

As he got back to pumping iron however, Jake couldn’t help but feel as though something had changed within him. He couldn’t explain it but something just felt different. Every other time he’d swapped with his Uncle there was this distinct feeling of displacement. Like he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. Which made sense being in his Uncle’s older, buffer body. Only now… he suddenly felt comfortable. Instead of feeling like a passenger in Ted’s body, he felt as though he was being embraced by it. Almost like… he belonged.

Soon enough the duo finished up their routine for the day. Jake was bummed yet again to see his time in this body come to an end until their next workout but he’d accepted it by now. Obviously there was no way he’d be able to keep his Uncle’s body… right? They stepped into the locker rooms and looked around a bit to make sure nobody was looking before Ted activated his power, jumping out of Jake’s body and entering the astral plane. Only this time something was very off.

You see whenever Ted projects himself, it doesn’t matter who’s body he’s been inside, his soul always remains looking like a ghostly version of his real body. But not this time. Looking down at his form Ted didn’t see a muscular transparent chest or his boulder-like shoulders. Nope, instead his astral form now looked identical to Jake’s slender body! What the fuck was going on?! In a panic he tried to reach inside his old body to pull Jake’s soul out but it was as though some kind of force field was stopping him.

Wavell laughed as he watched Ted try over and over to pull out Jake’s soul but to no avail. Wavell’s spells had worked like a charm. One of them had altered Jake’s soul, reshaping it to match and fill out his Uncle’s older and more mature body. It seemed that spell had a ripple effect that’d transformed Ted’s soul into an identical copy of his Nephew’s form as well. The second spell however was a protection seal placed around Ted’s former body to stop Jake’s soul from being ripped away from it. Making it next to impossible for Ted to remove Jake from his body. To break such a seal would require an enormous magical prowess of which Ted most certainly didn’t have. Slowly he was beginning to realise that.

“I-is everything alright Uncle Ted? You didn’t swap us back?” Jake questioned with fake concern as he opened one of his eyes to see that he was still in fact standing in Ted’s huge bulky body.

Ted had no choice but to retreat back into Jake’s body for now before responding. “I don’t know…” He said quickly, eyes wide. “S-somethings wrong! I-I-I can’t get your soul out of my body!” He said in a panic. “I’m trying again!” Ted announced before leaping back into astral form. But of course the outcome remained the same. Every time he reached for his real body it was like slamming against a brick wall. Soon enough he realised it was a fruitless effort and resigned himself to Jake’s body for the time being.

Jake was paralysed with a flurry of mixed emotions. On one hand he was filled with an almost unfathomable level of glee and excitement. Every instinct was telling him to start jumping for joy at the possibility of being stuck in this gorgeous body he loved so much. But on the other hand his Uncle was starting to freak out a little, leaning his back against the lockers before sliding down to the floor in defeat. He felt bad for Uncle Ted and even a little guilty. After all he was now being faced with the reality that he might never get his real body back.

“I don’t understand… I’ve done this hundreds and hundreds of times. I’ve been in so many bodies. So many people have been in mine. And for much longer than this!! So why!??…” Ted clutched his head in both fear and frustration.

“I have… no idea. I don’t even know how you do that crazy soul projection thing…” Jake said, not sure quite exactly how to react. So instead he just said the first thing that came to mind. “Maybe this is a sign.” Jake’s words caused Ted to look up with a questioning expression as his former face cracked a tiny grin. “You know? Like a sign from the universe. What if maybe… these were always meant to be our real bodies?!” He suggested while running a hand down his muscular frame. “Like fate or something…” Jake tried so desperately to hide the giddy look that was slowly starting to form as hefted his pecs a little.

At this point Ted just didn’t know how to respond. He was a total wreck and he figured Jake would be as well at the prospect of being stuck in an older body. And yet It didn’t seem like his Nephew was bothered in the slightest at the thought of staying like this. If anything he looked his face was already starting to betray him with a look of excitement at the idea of keeping all that hard earned muscle Ted had built for himself. He wanted to be furious at his nephew for acting this way. He wanted to scream and shout at him to take this seriously. But the words just didn’t come out. Would that have even been fair? After all it was Ted’s own power that’d seemingly got them into this mess. And if the roles were reversed then wouldn’t he have loved to be stuck in a bigger body than his own?… He lost his train of thought however at the sound of retreating footsteps.

“Oi! Where are you going?” Ted asked as he watched Jake sauntering away through the locker room.

“What does it look like? I’m going to get my gym bag.” Jake replied as he marched towards the staff area where Ted’s locker was.

Ted was quick to pick himself up off the floor after seeing Jake turn a corner. He caught back up with his former muscular body just as Jake reached Ted’s locker, pulling out the key from Ted’s shorts and opening it to grab the gym bag inside.

“N-No, that’s my gym bag. What’re you doing??”

“Not anymore by the looks of it. This bag belongs to Ted Parrish and that’s me.” A devilish smirk spread across Jake’s new face as he pointed at the name tag on the bag and then back at his handsome mature face. The lust and excitement for his current body coupled with his intense desire to keep it swiftly began to overpower any empathy he’d had for his Uncle. “Besides it’s not like the clothes in here would fit you now anyway. They’re for a big man like me.” He teased before flexing one of his biceps.

Ted couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was his Nephew really that content with just stealing his body and life?! Just like that?!? But then it started to dawn on him. All the times he’d seen Jake squeezing his muscles in that body. All the times he couldn’t stop staring at his reflection in the gym mirror. All the times when they swapped back only for Ted to find his dick half hard and his underwear stained with a small patch of pre-cum. Of course! How didn’t he see it sooner! Jake didn’t just admire his body! He was in love with it!! Every time they swapped must’ve been like a sexual fantasy come true for him. He didn’t even know Jake was gay but now it all made sense.

“Right well since we’re stuck like this I might as well head home to your place. Although I guess I should say my place now right?” Jake taunted while flashing his Uncle with his own pearly white grin “And you know what? Instead of jumping straight in the shower, I think I’ll just lounge around in these sweaty gym clothes of mine for a while. You know… so I bask in my new musk for a little while longer and get used to my new manly scent.” Jake lifted an armpit before taking a deep whiff of his Uncle’s sweaty aroma. “Fuuuck that’s good!” He roared with excitement, his bulge suddenly became painfully obvious in that moment. Jake didn’t even bother trying to hide it anymore. “Well I guess I’ll see ya on Thursday for back and shoulders. Assuming you still wanna whip that new body of yours into shape anyway.” He teased with a wink before patting Ted on the shoulder and pushing past.

Ted could do nothing but watch as his own nephew sauntered away in all his sweaty, muscular glory. Stealing the body Ted had spent decades crafting and maintaining. Stealing the very life Ted had built for himself. And there was nothing Ted could do but sit and watch as the thick muscle butt he used to own bounced with every step Jake took. Not being able to help getting a semi with his now much smaller dick at the sight.

With that Ted was left with his thoughts. Should he be angry about this? Should he be happy? After all he might’ve lost his years worth of muscle but on the other hand he was also 21 years younger now. That’d be more than enough time to build it back up. But then again he now had to live a completely different life. The life of his Nephew no less. Oh god… that meant that his brother was gonna be his dad now. That was no doubt gonna be weird as fuck.

For now perhaps it was best to just head to his Nephew's house and clear his head about the whole situation. Especially since Jake seemed to be having no problem doing the same.

He pulled himself up off the floor and grabbed Jake’s locker key out of his pocket. He swung open the locker and grabbed Jake’s bag along with whatever else Jake had sitting in there. But before he left he decided to have a quick peek rummage through Jake’s bag to see if he’d brought spare clothes to change into.

As expected Ted found a set of Jake’s normal clothes on top. What he didn’t expect to find however was one of his own tank tops hidden underneath it all! It went missing about a week ago and they assumed someone must’ve picked it by mistake. But as it turned out Jake swiped it while Ted wasn’t looking and stashed it in his bag. Not only that but there was also a pair of Ted’s dirty gym socks stashed away in there as well that’d also gone missing. Fucking hell. If what Jake had said earlier was anything to go by, Ted had no doubt his nephew had been burying his nose into these while jerking off.

If that wasn’t proof that Jake was obsessed with him then he didn't know what was. It was creepy to say the least. And yet… for some ungodly reason… Ted found himself sniffing the very same socks and tank top that his very own nephew had stolen from him.

Meanwhile Jake found himself strolling down the road with a spring in his step before deciding to have a look on his Uncle’s phone out of curiosity. He stuffed a hand into his Uncle’s bag and pulled out his phone before unlocking it with Face ID. What he found there was rather eye opening to say the least.

His pictures didn't seem like anything too special at first. Just a lot of pictures Ted had taken of himself as progress pics mainly with a few other ones thrown in there. It was only when he started snooping through his Uncle’s texts with his now ex-wife that things got interesting to say the least. After looking back and skimming over some of their old conversations he discovered that Ted had actually been cheating on her with another man called Micheal! Lo and Behold after returning to chats, one of Ted’s most recent chats was to a guy named Micheal Robby. In that chat he found a bunch of lovey dovey messages between the two. Who knew that all this time his Uncle was actually gay and had a boyfriend on the DL!?

If anything this interesting development had only made things even better. He’d already been planning on hooking up with men in this hot new body anyway but now he’s got a boyfriend to fuck instead! And judging by some of the photos they’d sent from time to time, Uncle Ted had impeccable taste.

Micheal was a furry dude with a cute bearded face that Jake just wanted to plant kisses all over. Before though, this guy would’ve been considered way older than Jake. After some digging through Ted’s phone, Jake found that his new boyfriend was 35, over a decade older than his original body. That in mind he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was the older one in the relationship with his Uncle’s 43 year old body. Fuck it was hot though. He just wanted to use his newfound strength to pin this Micheal to a wall before exploring that cute body of his.

The feeling that washed over him when he first stepped inside the house was something else. Sure he’d been round his Uncle’s place a bunch of times in the past to hang out with (and steal the occasional pair of underwear from) Uncle Ted. Now though, knowing that it all belonged to him gave it a totally different feel. Everything his Uncle owned belonged to him now. His body, his money, his property, even his… job. Oh Fuck.

A glaring flaw in all this suddenly became apparent. Jake had no fucking clue how to run his Uncle’s life. Sure he had the looks and some of the attitude but that was it. There was no way in hell he was gonna be able to do his Uncle’s job of being a personal trainer at the gym without fucking it up and losing all the clients somehow!

It was safe to say that Jake’s rose coloured glasses had finally cracked. At last he was starting to see the negatives to this seemingly permanent swap. He was even starting to panic a little. He didn’t allow it consume him though, instead opting to take a deep breath before grabbing a beer from the fridge and sitting on the couch to think things through.

He could try looking through all his Uncle’s messages and emails to gain as much information as possible and perhaps try to piece his life together bit by bit… but that could take forever. By the time he had a decent enough grasp on Ted’s life, it might’ve already fallen apart anyway? Besides, he didn't even know any of his Uncle’s passwords. The only reason he could get onto the phone was due to Face ID. He’d have to hope his Uncle had written his passwords somewhere in his phone or in a notepad somewhere otherwise he’d have to try and pry the information out of Ted himself.

He grumbled in annoyance before downing the rest of his beer. Why couldn’t whatever locked him inside his Uncle’s body have given him some memories to help?! Would that've been so hard?! He was grateful to the universe or whatever had allowed him to keep this hulking sex dream of a body but it was starting to feel like a double edged sword with all things considered.

He needed to calm down. Jake took another deep breath before ripping off his tank top to reveal his hot sweaty torso in all its glory. He closed his eyes and began playing with his thick meaty pecs. Squeezing and groping them generously as his head rested back against the couch.

“Mmmmmmmmm… that’s the stuff…” He hummed in satisfaction to himself. Having this hot body was the only thing keeping him sane right now. Who knew that huge muscle tits made such great stress balls to calm your nerves? He started to wonder if squeezing his Uncle’s bubbly ass cheeks would have the same calming effect…

Unbeknownst to Jake however, the invisible stalker that caused all this had still been watching him. And he was certainly enjoying the pec worshipping show Jake was putting on right now. Buuuut the man did have a point. Without Ted’s memories he was probably gonna fuck up his new life within a week or so minimum. Of course Wavell COULD just zap all of Ted’s memories into his head right now but where would the fun be in that? He was still gonna give them to Jake but had a far more entertaining idea in mind for depositing them…

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In an instant Wavell teleported himself away into a car park outside a local shop. He swiftly surveyed the area until he spotted just the man he was looking for. Micheal Robby. He’d seen the picture of Micheal on Ted’s phone when Jake was swiping through the photos and he knew the man’s full name. That alone made it scarily easy for Wavell to pinpoint Micheal’s location. The man had just finished packing some shopping into his car before jumping into the drivers seat. He was about to press the key into the ignition when he jumped out of skin to see a strange suited man suddenly sitting in the passenger seat beside him.

As you’d expect Micheal began screaming and shouting in shock, demanding why the older suited man was in his car. However his screams were silenced and replaced by a confused groan as Wavell grabbed Micheal’s bulge and cast a spell on his nuts. Or rather he placed a spell inside them. Micheal’s ball’s swelled to the size of heavy bull nuts as they filled with Ted’s memories. Now all Micheal had to do was deposit his next load inside Jake and the latter would gain all the memories from Ted’s life that he’d ever need.

Now of course it could be fun for Wavell to simply leave it here and see if this one time magical load actually gets where it needs to go. Buuuut he just couldn’t help himself. He loves to get in on the action and doesn’t like seeing a good spell go to waste.

“FUCK MAN!? WHAT DID YO-” Micheal was cut off as in an instant Wavell’s body dissolved into a smoke-like entity before swirling around Micheal and entering his body through every orifice. Within seconds Micheal had lost control of his entire body as Wavell’s mind and soul dominated every part of it. It didn’t take more than about 10 seconds for the Warlock to completely take over.

There was a moment of silence as ‘Micheal’ held his eyes closed, focusing himself before opening them back up, a purple glow glazing over them. “Ummmff… Yessss…” Wavell grumbled as he looked down at his stolen body. “Good fit.” He muttered while running his hands along his body a little, immediately feeling the thick coat of body hair hiding beneath Micheal’s shirt. “Sorry my cute hairy friend but your Boyfriend needs our help.” He smirked as he checked out his reflection in the rear view mirror. “Let’s just say Ted is having a hard time being himself right now so you’re gonna help me, help him.” Wavell reached into his pocket and pulled out Micheal’s phone before texting ‘Ted’ to let him know that he was coming round for the evening. The real Micheal was still conscious through all this, though now he was just a passenger in his own body until Wavell was done with him.

“Ah fuck. I’ll have to drive…” The warlock sighed. Unfortunately Wavell wasn't able to use any of his usual magic when possessing another vessel hence why he cast that spell into Micheal’s balls beforehand. It wasn’t a massive deal, only this now meant he couldn’t teleport straight back to Jake. Oh well. He couldn’t be bothered to unpossess Micheal now that he was inside. So he just slotted the keys into the car ignition and started the engine. Might be fun to travel somewhere normally for once.

On the ride there he got a message back.

- Can’t wait to see you babe! Have been feeling a little off today but I bet seeing you will help me feel much better -

Wavell couldn’t help but find it amusing. Jake had just been all worried about figuring out his Uncle’s life and yet he still couldn’t help but try to get in his new boyfriend's pants anyway. Not that he was complaining.

———

Jake was sat on the couch, watching some football like his Uncle would in an effort to clear his mind. In that time he’d stripped down to nothing, being sat bare naked and slowly pumping his thick python of a member in the process. For now he was just trying not to think too hard about how he was gonna pull all this off and instead just tried to enjoy the moment. Watching sport and drinking beer while imitating the way his Uncle spoke just to make him hornier. He didn’t think he’d ever get over hearing Uncle Ted’s voice escape his own lips. Every time he spoke he wished he could just fuck his own mouth. That thought alone led him to wonder if Ted’s body was flexible enough to give itself a blowjob. His dick was pretty huge so that kinda gave him an advantage…

But before Jake had the chance to turn himself into a pretzel in an effort to suck himself off, Micheal sent him another text saying that he’d now parked up outside. Jake couldn’t help but feel even more excited. He didn’t even have a chance to respond to messages before he heard the sound of a key turning in the front door.

“Micheal?! Is that you?!” Jake shouted from the couch as the front door creaked open, half considering if he should jump up and quickly pull Uncle Ted’s underwear back on.

“Yup! Just me babe!” Wavell reassured, perfectly imitating the way Micheal spoke, not that Jake would know the difference. He closed the door and kicked off Micheals shoes before heading straight into the living room. “So. You said you weren’t feeling like yourself? What’s got you— oh” He stopped short upon turning the corner and seeing Jake in all of Ted’s beefy daddy glory. Nude and sweaty with a fat pulsing erection. “Looks like you were way ahead of me…” Wavell smirked

Jake jumped up from the couch and swaggered over towards Wavell, cock bobbing up and down as he did. “Just seeing your face is helping me feel better already.” There was a lot of truth in that. Sure he was worried about taking over Ted’s life but he couldn't help feeling that having a hot, sweet looking guy like Micheal stood beside who he’ll keep his head on straight. With that he leaned in for a deep sensual kiss that was swiftly reciprocated by Wavell, loving how his stache and stubble rubbed against his new partner's beard.

The kiss started out sweet and loving but gradually became more lustful and even animalistic from both ends. It didn’t take long for Jake to start ripping off Wavell’s clothes piece by piece in a desperate attempt to see the hairy body hidden beneath. All the while Wavell is gripping at Jake’s bulging arms, pinching his nipples and teasing his already leaking cock. Before long Jake was tugging down Wavell’s shorts and even the cozy white jockstrap that had been cradling his junk. Finally he could get a good look at his new boyfriend for all that he was.

Micheal’s body had some good, sizable muscle that was balanced out by a healthy amount of chub spread across his to pad it out making him look that much more huggable. He wasn’t nearly as jacked as Ted but he still had a good ‘muscle otter’ look going for him. As such the fur that covered his frame looked and felt incredible. Jake already smell the faint underarm scent wafting from ‘Micheal’s’ pits. What was surprising though was that Micheal’s cock was just as impressive as Ted’s! They were both bigger than average in both length and girth. Though it seemed Ted had the advantage when it came to girth while Micheal’s won in regards to length. That said, Jake couldn’t help but notice how Micheal’s balls were. They were fucking enormous! Much bigger than his Uncle Ted’s surprisingly.

The pair smiled and laughed when they noticed they’d both been momentarily hypnotised by one another’s dicks before returning to their make out. It certainly didn’t take long for Wavell to lift up Jake’s arm and dive his nose into the man’s pits. “Mmm you were definitely working hard in the gym today… fuuuuuuuck.” he mumbled between breaths. Jake just loved seeing how Wavell enjoyed the scent of Ted’s body as much as he did. But Jake needed to get a whiff of his boyfriend as well. When he was finally able to pull Wavell away from his own sweaty pits, Jake pressed his nose against the hairy and musky pits Wavell had stolen. The smell was different for sure but just as addicting with him swapping between both pits and even lapping up the sweat in a horny frenzy. All before finally moving back up towards Wavell’s face to kiss those beautiful bearded lips again.

Jake was already thinking of how he was gonna throw Wavell over his shoulder and carry him to the bedroom before destroying that cute, pudgy jock butt he’d been groping. Before he could put that plan into action though, Jake found himself suddenly being manhandled by the smaller man and pressed against the wall in a whirlwind of desire. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. You know I can never stop thinking about your sexy muscle ass daddy.” Wavell murmured into Jake’s ear while peering into Micheal’s memories a little.

Jake on the other hand was taken aback. In his mind he’d imagined his Uncle being the more dominant one. Perhaps because he was bigger and older? And yet the idea of being submissive in his Uncles huge hunky body sounded so fucking alluring at the same time. Just knowing he was physically stronger than the man dominating him but wanting nothing more to submit anyway… fuuuck. It was making him even harder than the thought of topping had. Was this how Uncle Ted felt with Micheal? The idea of his Uncle secretly being a muscle bottom this whole time was sending Jake through a horny storm of emotions he couldn’t even begin to comprehend right now. And not to mention being called daddy just now! It felt odd but so right at the same time… he fucking loved it!

Jake could feel Wavell’s fat member sliding up and down between his ass while Wavell planted kisses all down his neck and back. Slowly but surely making his way down the sculpted muscle until his kisses reached that perky round muscle butt. Such a sight to behold. Wavell grabbed onto both cheeks with a lustful fuelled vigour before diving his borrowed face between them. It wasn’t long before Jake was moaning blissfully as his hole was attacked by a very enthusiastic tongue that was eager to taste him. Jake even found himself pushing his hips back a little, pressing his ass further into his lover's face while his hole was devoured and explored. He even went so far as to reach a powerful hand back to grab Wavell’s head and press his face as deep as it could go. Of which was swiftly met with satisfied grunts.

Once Wavell had finished feasting, he decided it was time they got onto the real thing. “Bed or couch?” He asked with a smirk.

“Wherever you want me babe.” Jake responded, looking down and over his shoulder.

“Oh really? Because I could take you against this wall right now.” Wavell began to tease a little, standing up before pressing the tip of his cock against Jake’s wet hole.

The older hunk chuckled, slightly considering the idea for a second before deciding on a more comfortable option. “Fine. Bed it is.”

“Then let’s move it daddy.” Wavell grinned as he gave Jake’s ass a hard slap that was bound to leave a mark.

Within moments the two found themselves stumbling and kissing into the bedroom before falling into bed together. It didn’t take long for Jake to have his legs spread and up in the air before resting them softly on Wavell’s shoulders as he positioned his meaty dick before the dad hole on display. The room was filled with cries of pleasure and joy as Wavell plowed into Jake's welcoming entrance, the latter taking note of just how easily Wavell’s borrowed cock slid in and out. As if Uncle Ted’s hole had already been stretched by it so many times before. Well that all but confirmed the muscle bottom theory he’d had.

As much as he’d imagined using his Uncle’s cock to ruin Micheal’s ass, he was more than happy to just let this man use his hole in anyway he wanted. The more they got into it, constantly changing positions, the more Jake fell in love with getting his muscle butt fucked. No wonder his Uncle had loved this! He could hardly stop the deep sexual moans from escaping his lips while happily having his ass railed hard and deep. Only being able to form words when he was begging Wavell to unload inside him. However it was only when they were fucking doggy style in a hot and sweaty mess of male lust and passion was Wavell finally ready to give Jake what he wanted.

Wavell pumped down into the large muscle daddy beneath him, loving how Jake’s stolen ass jiggled at every thrust. Jake let out a long needy groan with his Uncle’s gravelly baritone. Just hearing that voice moan as his own almost made him jizz right then and there. He wasn’t going to last much longer. “Ooh fuck yeah! Come one! Breed daddy’s hole!” Jake shouted through gritted teeth as Wavell made sure to get balls deep. “FUUUU-MMMMFF!-” He was cut off part way through cursing as Wavell reached around a slapped a hand over Jake’s mouth. “MMMMMPFFF!… Mmmmmh… Mmmmfff…”

Wavell could feel the pressure in his nuts starting to rise along with a distinctly magical tingling sensation. The spell was preparing itself. Though Jake couldn’t see it, Wavell’s balls had begun to glow while continuing to smack against that perfectly sculpted bubble ass. Along with Jake’s previous prompts and his own animalistic urge to breed growing by the second, Wavell was finally ready. His bull balls lurched, pumping his seed up towards his cock. There was one last prolonged thrust before his eyes rolled and…

“OHHH GODDDDD! Wavell roared with an eruption of thick milky white fluid drenching Jake’s insides.

Jake loved how full his hole felt, moaning loudly as Wavell finally let go of his mouth. However the magic glow that had emanated from Wavell’s balls was now shining inside the stuffed hole. The spell had been planted and was now beginning to activate. The cum worked its way deeper inside and strangely and began absorbing into Jake’s body in a purely magical form.

Jake’s head felt dizzy for a moment. He had no idea why until suddenly years and years worth of memories flooded his mind. Ted’s memories! He remembered how Ted met his ex-wife but shortly after getting married began going out and cheating on her with other men. Seeing and remembering each and every time Ted got his ass creamed in secret. Then years down the line eventually meeting Micheal and splitting from his ex-wife after she found them in bed together with Micheal’s cock deep down Ted’s throat. Ever since they’d kept things pretty quiet as Ted was worried how his family would react.

Alongside those he got memories from all other aspects of Ted’s life. Some of his childhood, his friends and, most helpful right now, memories and know-how on Ted’s job as a personal trainer and part owner at the gym. Recalling all of Ted’s knowledge on exercise, fitness, nutrition and how to pass that onto his clients. Not to mention all the business expertise Ted had picked up while helping to manage the gym and its staff.

The process took some time to complete and as such Jake was left lying idly on the bed as the memories transplanted themselves. As the spell did its work, Wavell had managed to roll Jake onto his back and left him staring at the ceiling with his mouth hanging slightly agape while his cock bucked and leaked.

The warlock knew everything would run smoothly from this point onwards and could’ve easily unpossessed Micheal’s body in that moment… buuut he decided to stay inside this hot, hairy body just a tad bit longer so he could finish what they’d started. He crawled on-top of Jake, who was still processing all the memories bombarding his mind, before planting a few soft kisses along his shaft. He eagerly licked up all the seed that’d leaked from it during all that prostate stimulation. The warlock wanted to tease it a little more but at the same time he was getting so damn hungry and impatient that he decided to forego the teasing and just wrap his lips around the tip. Sliding down and sucking on the gorgeous juicy member with extreme vigour and haste.

Jake was already close to the edge as it was. He knew he was gonna bust any second but he wasn’t able to fully focus until the last of Uncle Ted’s memories had settled in place. Once they had, he finally came back around to see his sexy new boyfriend’s head bobbing up and down on his dick. He immediately grabbed the back of Wavell’s head and pressed it as far down on his shaft as he could, pushing his cock down the eager throat of the man who’d just bred his ass. Then with one massive roar of pleasure, Jake shot his Uncle’s load at last. It was heavy but Wavell had no issue gulping and gobbling down with greed.

“Mmmm nothing tastes better than your cum after filling up that sexy ass of yours.” Wavell leaned in and kissed Jake sweetly. “Speaking of, let me go grab you a towel.” He smiled sweetly before jumping off the bed and heading into the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, a smoky mist emerged from Micheal’s body as Wavell finally let him go. Micheal of course was about to begin screaming and shouting but as Wavell flicked his wrist, the hairy otter of a man found himself unable to speak. “Oh I do love having my power back.” Wavell hummed whimsically.

After that the warlock told Micheal to keep quiet about this and that if he started freaking out and telling people what had happened here tonight then he would come back and steal Micheal’s body for good next time. Of course that was a bluff. Wavell wouldn’t dream of giving up his power permanently. Besides, a normal human body wouldn’t be able to house his soul for much longer than a week or so before problems began to arise. But that wasn’t important right now. Alternatively he could just erase Micheal’s memories of everything but this way was far more amusing. So instead he just told Micheal to keep being a good boyfriend to Ted as he’d recently gone through some ‘changes’ and it’d be good for him to have a nice man by his side to love and be intimate with. “Oh and look. bonus! Your balls are still huge even after releasing the spell. That means you’ll be churning out giant bull loads for the rest of your life by the looks of it! I guess you can think of it as compensation for the temporary use of your body.”

Jake on the other hand now laid on the bed with an ecstatic grin plastered across his new face. All his fear from before about taking over Ted’s life had vanished in the blink of an eye. He had no idea how the hell it had happened but after gaining those memories there was no doubt he could pass for the real Ted through and through! He flexed his bulging biceps with glee and bounced his pecs again. Fuck that was never gonna get old. He then turned his head to see Ted’s mature face reflected back at him in the small mirror on the bedside table yet again. That was him now. He wasn’t Jake anymore.

“Fuuuck yeah I’m Ted!” The new Ted moaned aloud. “Ted fuckin Parrish! This huge hulking body, this sexy face and that perfect boyfriend is all mine! Forever!!”

~~ One Week Later ~~

The new Ted had perfectly slipped into his new life. He was able to act and sound just as everyone remembered while loving every second of it. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d jerked himself off in the gym showers after a training session with a client. Always thinking about how much he loved being looked up to by these people as a pillar of masculinity to look up to and fawn over. All while groping at his buff body as always. Of course he made absolutely sure to keep up with working out as well since there was no way in hell he was gonna let a godly body like this slip away.

He noticed how Micheal acted a bit weird around him for the first couple days after they fucked on that first night. He wouldn’t say what it was but whatever it had been, he seemed to be getting over it now. In fact he was overjoyed when Ted asked him to finally move in as well, saying how he didn’t want to keep their relationship a secret anymore and was ready to tell his family about them. Let’s just say that Ted got some very passionate love from Micheal that night and a sore asshole the next morning.

Strangely enough though it seems that, in the past, original Ted must’ve used his power to swap him and Micheal from time to time to spice things up. Ted only knew this as Micheal suggested they do it one night so he had to lie through his teeth and say his powers had been acting strange recently and he couldn’t get them to work right. Of course in reality he just didn’t have access to them as they still resided inside the soul of original Ted who was currently struggling to live the life of Jake without any new memories. Mr Wavell noticed this though as he’d still been silently observing the pair. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt for him to transfer those powers from the old Ted’s soul into the new one. By all rights they should be his powers now after all.

All that said however, the new and improved Ted was happier than ever. Sure he might’ve lost some youth but this new life and body was more than enough to make up for it in his eyes. Now whenever he looked in the mirror, the words average or ordinary weren’t even a thought that came to mind because he knew now that without a doubt he was an extraordinary muscle daddy and wasn’t gonna a second of this new life he’d been gifted.

[y00-nie]

Rejuvenation

(Original story posted May 19th 2022) This story has been Updated!

This is a sequel to Taking Back Youth! Make sure to read it first!

“What to do… What to do” Mr Wavell muttered to himself as he floated around town, looking down at all the potential test subjects. A Lot of the time he liked to pick a man (usually a gay one) out of the crowd and just follow them around for awhile, learning a bit about their life as a simple observer before making his move. Though as his gaze scanned across the people, he noticed one man in particular that stood out. Not because of his looks or what he was wearing but rather because his soul and body didn’t match?!

Curiously Wavell floated over to the man as he walked through the street with a confident smirk. He was a tall, relatively broad man. Handsome features with a short beard and ginger hair. A hot piece of meat for sure but how the hell did he acquire this body? Wavell couldn’t sense any magic emanating from the man’s soul meaning he couldn't be a warlock himself. He looked deeper to see if he could sense the residual magic of another witch or warlock who may have done it. There was something but it didn’t seem to belong to another being. It was natural magic. Which could only mean he used some sort of magic item or spell to acquire the hunky body this man now possessed. Interesting.

Of course Wavell could’ve just read the man’s mind to find out everything he needed to know. Most of the time he would. But he couldn’t help but feel that took the fun out of figuring things out for himself sometimes. Sort of like looking up spoilers for an interesting TV show. But that said he wasn’t about to float around for days trying to figure out where this man’s soul had originally come from. So Wavell placed an invisible hand on the oblivious man’s shoulder and focused.

“Now. Let’s see what kind of body you gave up for this one shall we?”

The ginger stud felt a shiver across his body as Wavell used the soul within to find a link back to its original body. Within seconds he sensed the matching signature not far from here. After that he didn’t waste any time, teleporting away towards the signature and leaving the youthful hunk completely unaware of what had just happened.

———

Upon arrival, Wavell found himself in a small apartment a few blocks away. There was an old man who looked to be in his early 60’s sitting with his head down on a desk, surrounded by masses of empty beer bottles. It was a sad sight in all honesty. This guy had been in the prime of his life before it’d all been stripped away from him.

“Tell me. How exactly did you end up in that body?” Wavell spoke, allowing his form to become visible and his voice heard.

“HOLY FUCK! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!?” Evan screamed as he whipped around to see Wavell standing rather nonchalant behind him. Yet Wavell didn’t answer him. At first Evan was afraid. Terrified even by the man. But then a wave of calmness washed over him. He couldn’t explain why but it did. As though there was no need to fear the handsome suited man before him. “Wait… w-what did you say?” Evan asked, his voice still a little shaky.

“I asked how you ended up with that body.” Wavell repeated. “I found the man who was piloting your real one so I used him to find you.” He revealed as if it were somehow obvious.

Evan quizzed the strange man on how he even knew about that. Mr Wavell responded by informing Evan of his own powerful magic abilities. To prove such, the Warlock used his power to rid the apartment of all its mess. With a simple wave of his hand, beer bottles were gone, clothes were clean and folded, bed sheets were made and so on. Evan was completely dumbfounded but at least now he knew this guy was for real.

“It happened about a week ago… I was getting drunk at a bar after a bad breakup when this old dude started hitting on me. I accepted him for god knows what reason and the next thing I knew I was absolutely smashed out of my mind and fucking this dude in his apartment. After we fucked I blacked out and when I woke up, he’d stolen my body…”

“Do you know how exactly he was able to do it?” Wavell questioned.

Evan thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. He just said something about a ritual I think. Also that swapping sexual fluids was the last component?”

“A ritual huh? He must’ve used some sort of magical item given to him to enact it. I wonder if Gilgamesh had something to do with that…” Wavell pondered while stroking a hand through his beard.

“Gilga-who now?”

“He’s a friend of mine with similar interests. Not that it matters to you.” Wavell gave a small smile. “Anyways I’m off. I was just curious about your situation. That’s all.” With that Wavell floated up into the air once again. He was about to teleport away when the flabby old man grabbed his leg. The warlock looked down as Evan began begging him to stay. Pleading with him to use his magic somehow to fix this and give him back his old body.

With a sigh, the warlock lowered himself down to the floor once more. “Look, Evan is it? Swapping souls, changing bodies, shifting minds. It’s what I live for. So why would I use my magic to correct something that I would've happily done myself in the first place?”

Evan’s eyes sunk as he looked back down at the aged, chubby body that’d been forced upon him. The last glimmer of hope he’d gained slowly fading as he sat himself back down on the bed. Mr Wavell was about to take his leave but as he glanced at Evan again, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of pity for the man.

Rolling his eyes he said to the man “Fine. I’ll help you out… but I’m not going to put you back in your old body.” Wavell said as his shoes touched the floor once again. Evan was confused, proceeding to ask how it’d be helping if not giving back his former body. Wavell was quick to respond. “Well from what I can tell, your soul is about 27 years old, correct? In that case how about I regress your current body to match that.”

Evan was fast to agree, eager to take anything he could get. As such, the warlock got Evan to stand towards the centre of the room. With a wave of his finger, Wavell conjured up a full body mirror out of thin air, allowing Evan to see his reflection. It was a sad sight which only got sadder when the handsome stranger waved his finger again to get rid of the old man’s clothes.

“Just so you can have a good view of this next part…” Wavell whispered while placing his hands on Evan’s shoulders. His palms began to emit a warm violet glow that was absorbed into Evan’s body, filling him with a strange sensation. A pulsing heat that surged its way across his frame and forced its way into every part of his being. It was as though he were being embraced by a warm aura of pure energy. But that was only the beginning.

It took a few seconds for him to notice but, as he stared into the mirror, Evan saw how the grey hairs on his head were slowly regaining their colour while his wrinkles began to fade. The fat across his body started melting away, loose skin getting tighter again while his body hair darkened and his skin became more tanned. Evan’s receding hairline started fixing itself, pulling forwards as his hair grew thicker and healthier, now completely dark without a trace of gray. The mustache on his upper lip became less pronounced, fading into a full face of stubble while his aged eyes regained a youthful glow. Lean muscle began to grow and define itself in places where fat had disappeared, restoring a strong and tight physique to his body.

“How are you feeling so far.” Wavell murmured, wrapping an arm around Evan before grasping his member. “Does the heat of rejuvenation feel good?” He added. Evan could only groan in response as his dick was flooded with newfound youth, growing hard as a rock at Wavell’s gentle touch. His body continued to regress back through its 30’s. Skin looking younger, hair looking thicker, testosterone increasing. His cock bucked with excitement as his balls began to churn, feeling so sensitive as Wavell continued to caress him gently. Then at last the heat began to subside as Evan reached his late 20’s once again. The same age his old body had been before it was stolen.

“I-I can’t… believe it.” Looking into the mirror, Evan could tell this was still Carl’s body but now… he looked like he could be a Men’s Fitness Model!

“Mhmm, this body was quite the looker in its younger days it seems. Perhaps not as muscular as your old body but certainly a few inches taller and I don’t doubt you’ll grow into it some more.” Wavell’s breath was hot against Evan’s ear, his beard brushing lightly against the back of the now youthful man’s neck. “Unless you want me to grow it for you.” He leaned in, kissing Evan’s neck while squeezing that excited cock a little.

“R-really?!” Evan pondered those words for a moment. Was Mr Wavell really offering to just hulk out his body right here and now? Evan had no doubt it was within the warlocks power after what’d just transpired but… he declined to Wavell’s surprise. “As fucking amazing as that sounds, I think I want to do it myself. If I’m gonna be bigger than the body that asshole stole from me then I want it to be thanks to my own hard work.” He stated confidently as he spun himself around a couple times, inspecting all his newly invigorated assets.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be your entire body. Perhaps just one or two little things you want to improve? Things that you may not be able to change very much naturally?” Wavell tempted, making circles with a finger as it glowed purple.

Evan thought hard for a moment while checking himself out from multiple angles. He had to admit, one of the things he was missing the most from his previous body had to be his former bubble butt. Just the thought that Carl was now flaunting that ass around town and getting lord knows how much dick was pissing him off. Speaking of dick, his current one seemed around average at what looked to be about 6 inches yet his old one was certainly over 7 inches at least. He thought it over for a moment but soon decided to ask if he could get improvements in both areas.

“Oh that’ll be no problem whatsoever.” The warlock smiled kindly. “But how about we make it just a tad more interesting.” Wavell stepped around in front of Evan, having to look up slightly at the man before getting down onto his knees and taking Evan’s already excited cock in his mouth. Evan was shocked but couldn’t bring himself to fight against Wavell’s bearded lips.

Murmurs of satisfaction slipped from Evan’s mouth as Wavell worked his tongue around the shaft like a pro. It felt odd though, like the heat of magic that’d embraced his body earlier now emanating from inside Wavell’s mouth and wrapping around his cock. After that Evan felt what he could only explain as a second erection. Almost as if his cock had somehow only been at half mast before but was now growing even further! Veins bulged across his appendage as it engorged. Wavell continued to bob his head generously, gradually having to open his mouth wider as the cock inside he was making love too thickened. Wavell grabbed hold of Evan’s balls in the process, massaging them as he felt the leaking member slowly push itself further down his throat. Evan grunted, feeling his balls pull up slightly before dropping back down with a bit more heft than before. This repeated a couple of times with his balls getting heavier each time until he had a nice fat pair of balls that were teeming with cum and testosterone. After that, all Wavell had to do was go deep one last time, swallowing the entire cock and that was enough to send Evan over the edge. Warm nectar came flowing out, coating the inside of Wavell’s throat white with man seed before swallowing every drop hungrily.

After taking a moment to savour the taste, Wavell pulls himself away from Evan’s crotch. An audible pop could be heard as his lips released the wet member to swing down between Evan’s legs with a new heftier weight to it. Looking down Evan could see the clear difference in size. It was longer and thicker than his old dick ever was! Most notably was the fat mushroom head it now adorned, still dripping with cum. It had to be at least 9 inches! Probably a little more! Not to mention the heavy balls he was swinging now. It almost didn’t seem real.

“Woah! I can’t believe how huge it is now! Fuuuuck…” Evan gripped his new and improved manhood. The length was amazing, sure but god did the girth feel phenomenal. Not being able to wrap his hand fully around his cock was an almost euphoric experience. It made him feel superior in a strange way. Though that could’ve just been all extra testosterone talking.

Wavell chuckled as he pulled himself back up. “Now… time for that ass of yours.” Smirking as he pulled Evan towards the bed, pushing him down onto the sheets. Evan laid down on his stomach, his ass served up and ready to be bred. Wavell kicked off his shoes while unzipping his pants, soon pulling out his own monster cock. He pumped a little for a moment as he pressed a finger inside Evan’s hole. Yup, that was gonna be far too tight for his cock but it certainly wasn’t something a little magic couldn’t fix. Just then Evan felt a shiver pulse through his body as his hole suddenly loosened and relaxed. “Perfect.”

The neighbours could only wonder what the hell was happening in that apartment. Through the thin walls they could onlh hear constant echoes of deep grunting and groaning mixed with sounds of a creaking bed. But how could Evan not groan when he felt Mr Wavell’s fat rod slide inside him. Even after having his hole loosened, Evan still felt himself being stretched slightly while Wavell pressed his entire length inside.

After that initial penetration, the warlock began to work up a gentle pace. Pump after pump filling Evan up as he started to feel that warm magical sensation one last time spreading throughout his backside. Magical violet energy pulsed from Wavell’s dick like a constant orgasm, slowly but surely causing Evan’s ass to inflate. Both cheeks bubbling up with fat and muscle that began to jiggle with every thrust. Seeing that only made Wavell hungrier, pounding in with more and more intensity. When the growth subsided, Evan was left with a juicy bubble butt that any gay man would die for. To have and to fuck.

Of course just because the change was complete didn’t mean they were gonna stop. Ooohh no. They were both having way too much fun. Wavell continued to pound down into Evan for a good while first before they repositioned themselves. Wavell was soon laid on his back while Evan bounced on his dick as best he could. Obviously Evan couldn’t see the change that’d been made to his ass but he could most certainly feel it. All that extra padding rippled every time his ass smacked down against Wavell’s crotch. He was loving it to say the least. Not to mention his new, fatter dick jumping up and down with every bounce. It was certainly a sight to behold for both men.

They must’ve been making a ton of noise because a couple of position switches later they heard a knock at the door followed by a voice on the other side angrily telling them to quiet down. The pair only laughed at this of course, barely even stopping before getting back into rhythm. If anything, Evan made an effort to moan even louder simply to piss them off even more.

After a good while longer however, The Great Mr Wavell was finally hitting his high. By this point they were doing doggy style with Wavell speeding up his thrusts, his full balls smacking against Evan’s round jiggly ass. Evan knew exactly what was coming as he heard Wavell let out a deep groan swiftly followed by an intense pulsing inside his welcoming hole. Next thing Evan knew, the flood gates had opened and Wavell was pumping load after load inside him. Thick, sticky cum drenching his insides and even spilling out due to the sheer quantity.

Wavell must’ve stayed on top of Evan for a good five or ten minutes with his cock lodged inside the seeded hole. Sighs of relief could be heard however when Wavell finally decided to pull himself out, taking a moment to catch his breath before hopping off the bed. Evan on the other hand needed an extra couple of minutes before gathering up the strength to stand after that onslaught. But he was determined to get one last look in the mirror at his most recent change. And boy was he impressed by Wavell’s work.

“Ooohh yeah… I’m gonna rip half the pants I own now.” Evan grinned, looking over his shoulder at his reflection as he placed his hands beneath each of his thick cheeks and jiggled them. “Definitely gonna have to buy myself a new wardrobe.” Masses of dudes were gonna be drooling over his ass now! He played with his huge ass for a bit longer until he eventually fell back onto the bed again out of soreness. Wavell tucked his cock away into his pants. Of course he knew he could rid Evan of the pain from being stretched but he loved leaving the men he’d bred with a sore ass for a day or two.

“So, before I leave, I’m curious about something.” Wavell began while fixing his clothes. “What are you going to do about the man who stole your original flesh? I believe you said his name was Carl. Though he’s probably going by ‘Evan’ now.” He shrugged while grabbing his dress shoes.

Evan had to think for a moment. Before today he wasn’t sure if he’d have ever wanted to see his old self again unless it was to swap back somehow. The thought of seeing everything he once had piloted by another man seemed too painful for him. Having to watch that body snatcher flaunt that young hunky body he used to own. Now though? Things were very different.

“I’m not sure right yet. I’m still pissed at him for using me when I was at such a low point just to steal my life and body. Until you came along I’ve been nothing but miserable. I should hate him but… thinking about my original body is making my dick twitch…” Thoughts about Evan’s original ginger stud of a body swirled through his mind. His old cock and ass… god he’d want a chance to touch those again. Maybe he’d even get the chance to fuck himself!

Wavell laughed. “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye on you and check in every once in a while. Just to see how you’re getting on, you know? In the meantime I’ve made a minor adjustment to reality so all of Carl’s identification fits your new look. Nobody should suspect a thing.” Wavell tapped his shoes on the floor to make sure they were on properly before floating up into the air. “Enjoy your new life.”

Evan turned to thank the man for all he’s done but when he did, Wavell was already gone. Almost as if he were never there to begin with. Despite that, Evan knew he was still being watched.

“Thank you Mr Wavell.”

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Proof of Possession

(Original story posted January 6th 2021 and January 14th 2021) This story has been mildly Updated!

This story was originally posted in two parts but I’ve decided repost both parts together for your reading convenience

(Part 1)

Danny leaned back into the couch after the bizarre secret that his roommate Jacob had just confessed to him. “So… you expect me to believe that you actually have the ability to possess people? Come on Jacob. Really??” He snorted at the idea like any sane person would.

“Well I mean… it’s more like I merge with them kinda. It’s not like I become a ghost or anything. I can push myself inside their bodies and become one with them.” Jacob explained, trying his best to describe the power he held.

“Oh of course. Now it makes total sense.” Danny rolled his eyes a little.

Jacob sighed. “Okay I get. You still don’t believe me. That’s fair. I wouldn’t believe me either so I’ll just have to prove it to ya.”

“W-what do you mean…” Danny gave his roommate a weird look. He still didn’t believe Jacob but he couldn’t help feeling a tad on edge at that moment.

Jacob held his hands up innocently. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna do it to you dude. I was thinking of Mr Reigner maybe?” He began, immediately seeing the way Danny’s eyes lit up at the mention of their dilf neighbor. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. Can’t blame you either. Absolute daddy material. So how about I head over there, use my power on him. I’ll even send you some hot pictures of him from his phone as proof.”

“You know what?” Danny began, leaning forwards. “This sounds not only impossible but completely stupid… but if you’re somehow telling the truth then my phone is always on me…”

Jacob grinned. He’d kept these powers a secret for what felt like ages now. To finally have someone to share it with was going to be fantastic!

———

It was only a few weeks back when Jacob discovered he could actually take over the bodies of other people. In fact the first time it happened was by complete accident.

He’d been admiring this guy at the gym. Jacob had seen the dude there a lot which wasn’t surprising seeing how jacked the dude was. Guy looked like a total meathead and totally Jacob’s type. Naturally Jacob found his eyes wandering towards the hunk fairly often. He couldn’t help but imagine what it must’ve been like having a huge muscled body like that.

On this particular day Jacob watched as the hunk left for the locker room after his workout. That was when he noticed the jock had forgotten his water bottle nearby one of the machines he’d been using. Seeing this as a chance to talk to the handsome hunk he’d been eyeing up for months, Jacob grabbed the water bottle in an attempt to return it to its rightful owner. Perhaps he’d even get the chance to do some subtle flirting.

The bottle even had the dude’s name written on it. ‘Sam Warren’ it said.

Upon entering the locker room, Jacob whipped his head around in search of the guy he’d been drooling over only to find him standing in nothing but a towel. Jacob managed to dig up the courage to go over and talk to Sam. Yet as he got closer, he couldn’t help but further admire the man’s incredible side profile. Sam had a hypnotic shelf of hefty muscle he called pecs along with a pair of enormous arms that were probably strong enough to lift Jacob without a thought.

All he could think about was how amazing it would be to pilot a body like that. To take up so much space with all that muscle. To flex those pecs in a mirror every morning. To have men and women alike practically throwing themselves at him for a chance to hang from one of those gorgeous biceps. Those thoughts persisted through his mind as he grabbed the hunk’s massive shoulder.

“Hey man, is this your water bottle?” Is what Jacob would’ve said had he not felt a powerful jolt of energy surge through his entire being upon touching Sam. The same energy flowed through Sam’s body causing the jock to let out a sudden grunt in shock and discomfort.

That’s when something truly unimaginable happened. Slowly but surely Jacob’s hand began sinking into Sam’s flesh. He tried to pull himself back in a blind panic by grabbing hold of Sam’s other shoulder for support without thinking. Next thing he knew, Jacob’s other hand also began sinking inside.

Sam was unable to do anything but groan and let out the occasional curse. He wanted to shout and shove this scrawny guy away somehow but his entire body felt as though it was paralysed. All he could feel was Jacob's hands and arms sinking deeper into his body. Before long Jacob’s arms had completely disappeared inside the hunk, pulling him in closer as his chest began to press against Sam’s muscular back.

Then things started to get even freakier. As Jacob tried to move his arms from inside Sam, it was actually Sam’s massive ones that began to respond. At first they just twitched a little. But the more effort Jacob tried, the more control he gained until he was moving Sam’s arms like a puppeteer from behind.

He didn’t have much time to wrap his mind around it though as Jacob felt his own legs and torso begin to stick to Sam’s back and legs. His body somehow phased through both his own clothes and Sam’s towel. This time Jacob didn’t resist though. In fact as he started to realise what was happening, he started to go along with it.

He willingingly pushed his legs into Sam’s huge trunks, allowing the process to hasten rather significantly. Within a few moments his legs had become one with Sam’s. But that wasn’t all as Jacob thrust his hips as hard as he could against Sam’s thick muscle ass, allowing his cock and balls to phase inside the hunk. The process of which caused Sam’s large jock cock to twitch.

Soon enough Jacob’s backside disappeared inside Sam as well and his torso was already halfway there. Sam’s legs stumbled a little as Jacob gained control, just about catching himself before they fell. In that time Jacob’s torso had enough time to finish merging with Sam leaving only Jacob’s head now sticking out of that muscular back.

“N-nooooo-uughhh… get outta m-aarrhh… b-bro-uughhhh…” Was all the dumb jock could say between all his moans as quickly lost control of his entire body. Slowly but surely being forced into the passenger seat as Jacob took over.

Jacob had to admit, He was a little worried. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him once his head got pulled in. Would he still be himself? Would he remember what happened? Would he just become Sam? Unfortunately it didn’t seem like he had a choice now so he put on a brave face and took a deep breath. Moments after finally allowing his head to sink inside.

Sam’s eyes rolled back as his whole body convulsed for a moment or two. For him everything faded to black as his mind was pushed deep into his own subconscious. This however allowed enough room for Jacob’s mind to move in and take over completely. After a few moments his bulky new body began to settle as Jacob was at last able to see out of a new pair of eyes.

“Holy fuckkkkkk…” Were the first words that came out of his mouth. He sounded just like Sam. He WAS Sam! Jacob looked down at himself to see he was now in full control of the massive hunky body he’d been lusting over for god knows how long. He had no idea how any of it was possible but… it was!

He certainly didn’t waste any time getting to know his buff new form. Within seconds Jacob was already playing with Sam’s pecs. Squeezing them, flexing them and bouncing them to his delight. He did everything you could imagine a guy in his position would do. Flex his biceps, marvel at his newfound size and height, play with new ass a little, admiring his new and much deeper voice. It was beyond exhilarating!

Doing so created quite the stirring in his crotch and before he knew it Jacob was dropping his towel to see Sam’s juicy cock springing to attention. Pulsing and eager to be jerked. Jacob couldn’t help but wrap a hand around his new rod while flexing a bicep. He was already loving how huge and powerful he felt.

“Fuuuuuuck Bro! This feels insane!” The way he found himself speaking took him off guard a little. Bro? That’s not something he’d usually say. It must’ve been Sam’s jock personality seeping through. “Sooooo fucking huuuge!” He continued as he took no shame in kissing his biceps.

“S-Sam?” A voice came from across the locker room.

Jacob turned to see another buff as fuck dude. He recognised the man straight away. He’d been working out with Sam earlier on in the gym. In that moment Jacob found himself subconsciously digging into Sam’s memories and found that the dude’s name was Ken.

Though the other jock clearly looked shocked to see his gym buddy standing naked and gripping his cock, Ken also looked a little flustered as well. His eyes darted towards Jacob’s crotch more than once. That certainly wasn’t the response you’d get from any straight man which could only mean…

Jacob sauntered over towards Ken, his hard cock bobbing slightly as he did. “Go on. Grab it. I know you want to bro.” Jacob grinned devilishly, glancing down at his cock then back up at Ken. He couldn’t believe what he was saying but being in this body filled him with an unprecedented amount of confidence.

After that the rest of that day went on like an orgasmic blur for Jacob. First with him and Ken worshiping each other's thick muscular bodies. Only stopping when some other guys came into the locker room prompting them to run off to the showers together. It wasn’t long before Jacob had Ken on his knees sucking him off until he nutted down Ken’s throat. And shortly after Jacob was more than happy to return the favor.

Once they were finished, the pair got dressed before heading over to Sam’s place. Jacob drew on the memories of his host once again to find the way. The moment they entered the apartment, they were already making out again. Tugging their clothes straight back off until they made it to the bedroom. What transpired after that was a long evening of hot passionate sex where Jacob made sure to get his new virgin jock hole nice and stretched.

The following morning Jacob was the first to wake. One of his huge arms was draped over Ken’s still sleeping body. So far he’d loved every second of being Sam. Having these huge muscles and getting fuck another muscle stud over and over. It was an absolute dream come true! However, now that he had some time to himself, he began to wonder if he’d be stuck in this body forever. Would he want that? As amazing as this was, did he really want to leave his old life behind forever?

As doubts began to well up inside him, a strange feeling began to rack his body. It wasn’t too dissimilar from what he felt when he first merged with Sam. Before he knew it, his eyes began to roll back as his vision went totally black.

Jacob began losing control of Sam’s body causing it to go limp as his original body was slowly ejected out. Moments later, Jacob regained his vision as his head popped out of Sam’s back followed by his torso, legs and finally arms. It was almost like pulling off a body suit he’d been wearing.

Now back to his usual scrawny self, Jacob hopped off the bed as Sam’s body laid unconscious. Since his clothes had disappeared when he originally merged with Sam, he now found himself standing completely naked as he looked over the two sleeping hunks. In a panic, he quickly but quietly grabbed some of Sam’s discarded clothes. They were far too big but they’d have to do as he snuck out of the apartment.

Once he was out, Jack couldn’t help but laugh as he thought about how the real Sam was gonna react when he woke up. Sleeping in bed next to his gym buddy with a sore asshole. As a straight man he was never gonna live that one down.

Jacob learned to better control and understand his power over the next couple weeks. He possessed so many more men. All different shapes and sizes. All with different lives and backgrounds.

And all he had to do was touch them while wishing to become them.

Pretty simple right? Then once he’d enjoyed himself enough in a guy's body for long enough, all he had to do was wish he were himself again and he’d be ejected out. Ready to move on to the next guy.

———

Now Jacob was leaving his apartment to go pay his neighbor Mr Reigner a visit. Of course his roommate Danny didn’t believe him after finally he decided to tell him about his power. But he was certain taking over Mr Reigner would be more than enough to change his mind…

———

(Part 2)

After hearing a prompt knock at his apartment door, Mr Reigner opened up to see none other than one of the college boys from next door. “Oh Hey. What’s up Jacob? Something you need?”

“Nah nothing much Mr Reigner. I was just wondering if I could come inside to talk to you about something.” Jacob shrugged with an innocent smile.

“Of course! Come in. It’s my day off so I’ve got as much time as you need.” The man said with a genuine smile. “And call me Mike. Mr Reigner makes me sound old.” He added as he moved to the side to allow the younger man to pass.

Jacob almost began to feel bad about this as he entered the apartment. Mike was genuinely such a nice guy… but that didn’t change the fact that he looked like a total dilf. Besides, it wasn't like he was planning on stealing that sexy body forever. Just a little while so he could prove his powers to Danny that was all. And have a little fun of course. And so Jacob strolled through to the living room before seating himself on the couch, soon followed by Mike.

“So, what’s it you wanted to talk about?” Mike questioned.

“Well you see… I recently lost my job and I was wondering if you could help me look for a new one?” What he said wasn’t even a total lie. Due to multiple accounts of absence and lateness throughout the last couple weeks, Jacob had actually been fired from his retail job at one of the local shops. Of course this was all due to Jacob not being able to resist using his newfound power on hot dudes whenever he got the chance. Could you blame him for completely losing track of time?

Upon hearing that news Mike, the sweet guy that he was, jumped at the chance to help his young neighbor out. He said he’d make them both a cup of coffee then they could start discussing what Jacob wants to do and start by looking online for something. Being a carpenter himself, Mike mentioned that he may even be able to get Jacob an apprenticeship in carpentry if that’d be something he was interested in. And with that the older man headed off into the kitchen to make those coffee’s he promised.

After that Jacob decided he’d better get this done now before he loses his nerve. He waited about a minute or so before taking a deep breath. He jumped up from the couch and quietly made his way into the kitchen. There he saw Mike standing by the countertop with two cups as he began filling the coffee pot.

The young and very horny college boy couldn’t help but silently stare at his hot neighbor’s dad butt pressed tightly against those welling fitting shorts he wore. Just looking at it was giving him a boner. He wanted to have that ass sooo bad badly and in more ways than one. He still felt a little guilty but… to hell with it! Jacob let his hormones takeover as he practically pounced on Mike, wrapping his arms tightly around the older man.

“Jacob! What ar-roooo-o-o-o-oooooohhhhhaaa!” Mike’s words swiftly devolved into a powerful groan as his body tensed up. Mike found himself unable to move an inch as the super powered 20 year old held him tightly. Mike was only just able to tilt his head down enough to see the impossible happening right before his eyes. Jacob’s hands and arms phasing through his shirt and into his body!

The college boy hugged his sexy neighbor as tightly as possible, trying to push his body inside as quickly as possible. After having had some experience now, the possession merge process had become quite a pleasure for Jacob. It was written all over his face with a dumb smile as his chest and stomach phased through the clothes and entered Mike’s back. He couldn’t help himself as he thrust his hips forwards, smashing his crotch into the bigger man’s ass causing them both to groan out while Jacob’s cock, balls and pelvis sunk into Mike’s ass. His head was already about half way in by this point as he pressed his legs against his neighbor bigger, meatier and hairier ones. Mike’s eyes rolled back as Jacob’s entire being sucked itself inside his flesh. Finally ending as the college boy's clothes fell to the ground.

Mike’s, or rather now Jacob’s, eyes fluttered for a moment. Jacob’s being was getting itself settled inside the dilf body, causing it to jitter and convulse slightly. Eventually his eyes opened again once he’d gotten comfortable, now in full control of this handsome new body.

Without hesitation Jacob practically ripped off his shirt with a lust ridden look on Mike’s face. He tossed it to the floor before running his hands along the dense forest of fur covering his new chest and stomach. It felt wonderful…

“Damn this feels incredible! So fuckin’ hairy!” Out of all the men he’d merged with so far, Mike was by far the hairiest and he absolutely adored it! Not to mention the awesome beard. He felt like such a man! It was hard to even explain. Sure he’d merged with bodies that had bigger chests and bigger biceps but this was just a whole other experience. So far Jacob had only been taking over the bodies of dudes his age. So now being inside Mike’s more mature 36 year old body was truly something else.

As his hands continued to roam across his furry new torso and rub through his beard, Jacob’s new cock was quickly beginning to chub up. Not being able to resist the tent he’d made in Mike’s shorts, Jacob pulled open the waistband and the briefs Mike had been wearing to get a look at what the older man was packing. He certainly wasn’t disappointed as he was greeted by a thick, uncut cock that must’ve been a good about 7 inches or so. Reaching inside, he couldn’t help but give the pulsing rod a few strokes, sending waves of joy throughout his dilf body.

That’s when he noticed Mike’s phone sitting on the counter top and remembered what he’d promised to Danny. Digging up the self restraint to tuck his hard cock away, Jacob grabbed the phone and unlocked it with Face ID before swiping directly over to the selfie camera.

“Fuuuck… Mike is suuuuch a hot daddy.” He muttered to himself. Even the sound of Mike’s voice coming out of his mouth making his cock buck.

Once he’d finished admiring his handsome yet stolen face, he held out the phone and started taking a few photos and before picking out his favourite one. Jacob then jumped over to contacts before tying in Danny’s number. After that he selected the photo and sent it to his skeptical roommate along with a message

— Believe me now boy? —

Danny saw the message and picture moments. He must’ve been in shock because it took him a good minute to finally respond.

— Mr Reigner?? What are you talking about? —

Jacob rolled his eyes. There was no way Danny still didn’t believe this.

— Nope. It's Jacob! But can keep calling me Mr Reigner if you want 😏 —

At first he wanted to call Danny an idiot for thinking the real Mr Reigner would send something like that but…he didn’t wanna sound mean. Guess that was Mike’s kind personality slipping through.

— I told you I could take over bodies! —

Once again Danny saw the message but took a little while to respond.

— No no no this is a prank. You and Jacob are pranking me. People can’t just take over other people’s bodies. That’s all stupid sci-fi shit —

— Fine. If you still don’t believe me then I’ll just have to prove it in person. I’ll be over in 2 minutes 😘 —

With that Jacob set down the phone before heading out of Mike's apartment in nothing but his blue shorts and trainers. As he walked down the apartment complex hallway, he saw one of the other neighbors, Mr Davis, who Mike was good friends with. He couldn’t help but give the man a kind smile. Saying hello just as Mike would. Mr Davis gave him an odd look likely due to his bare chested ness but gave a friendly hello back regardless.

Danny’s heart jumped when he heard a knock at the door. After getting those messages, and especially that photo, from Mr Reigner he didn’t know what to think. There was no way Jacob had actually done what he said right? Possessing their dilf of a neighbor? There was no way…

He jumped up from the couch and made his way over to the door, hesitating for a moment before pushing down the handle. Opening the door, Danny was greeted by the man he’d had countless wet dreams standing shirtless before him with a devious smirk.

“Believe me now?” Mike smirked.

“J-Jacob? Is that really…you?” Danny still didn’t quite believe it but at the same time he was sure Mr Reigner wouldn't agree to go this far for a prank right?

Jacob gave Danny a soft smile as he leant down to his roommates level. Their faces were mere inches away. The hairy dad placed a gentle hand on Danny’s cheek before leaning in and sealing their lips with a soft kiss. Jacob’s beard felt incredible as it rubbed against Danny’s skin. This moment was everything the latter had ever wanted since he first laid eyes on Mr Reigner. Those ten seconds felt as though they lasted an eternity until the older man finally pulled away. Danny almost melted into a puddle as he looked deeply into those kind, soft brown eyes.

“Would the real Mr Reigner do that? Of course it’s me!” Jacob laughed.

He was right. The real Mr Reigner was straight and that kiss felt way too real for it to be part of a joke still. Which could only mean that it wasn’t a joke at all. This really was the real deal!

With that Danny offered the man inside, closing the door behind them. They sat down in the living room as Jacob re-explained his powers to Danny who this time around had a far more open mind about it.

“Sooo ummm… what should I call you now? Jacob or Mr Reigner?” Danny wondered.

“Oh just call me Mike. I hardly look like Jacob anymore and saying Mr Reigner makes me sound old.” Jacob chuckled. He didn’t even realise how he’d said almost the exact same thing that Mike had earlier.

“Well then Mike…” Danny began as he stood back up. “How’s about I help you break that new body of yours in a little.” He outstretched an arm to Jacob, pulling him up from his chair.

“I’d say that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Jacob leaned in for another kiss, this one far deeper than the last one as he felt Danny’s hands start to explore his hairy chest, squeezing his pecs as if he’d waited his whole life for it. “You know I got a good feel for my new dick earlier. I think you’re gonna love it boy. Nice and thick. And balls full of cum just for you.” He growled, trying to play into a more daddy-like persona as he glanced down at the growing hard on in his shorts.

Danny reached down and grasped Jacob’s cock through the fabric, earning a grunt from the man. “Holy fuck… you weren’t kidding. That thing is thick!” He stated, giving Jacob a rush of pride.

However Danny’s other hand drifted down the ridges of Mike’s back until he reached the waistband of those tight blue shorts. “However I was wondering…” His hand pushed down past the waistband into the shorts, causing Jacob to grunt again as he squeezed one of those hairy globes he called ass cheeks. “…If I could take that furry bubble butt of yours out for a spin first?”

With a chuckle Jacob agreed before the two locked lips once again. They continued making out with a fiery passion while slowly making their way over to Danny’s bedroom, discarding their clothing as they went. Danny wasted no time pushing Jacob down onto the bed, Mike’s furry ass presented in all its glory. After devouring that hairy hole for a good few minutes, he lubed up and slipped his cock inside. Jacob cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Mike’s virgin dad hole was suddenly stretched by a young college boy cock. Luckily for him though Mike’s body seemed to be quite the natural when it came to anal. Before long his ass was already adjusting to the feeling of a cock stretching it and before long he was groaning out in that deep baritone voice while Danny jackhammered that ass relentlessly. It wasn’t long before Danny could feel himself getting close.

“Come on boy! Daddy wants you to breed his hole with that delicious cum!”

Hearing his hot neighbor say those words sent Danny over the edge. He couldn’t hold back any longer as his cock exploded with cum inside the older man’s hairy ass. Filling that once never before used hole with a healthy load it so desperately needed. Afterwards they both looked at each-over, happy and exhausted as Danny pulled his cock from Jacob’s ass.

“Alright two minute break then it’s my turn to breed your ass!” Jacob stated with a grin.

———

And so the rest of that afternoon was spent exactly how you’d imagine. The two taking turns fucking one another until they finally wore themselves out. Now they laid in bed, Danny snuggling his head against Jacob’s hairy chest.

“So how long do you think you’re gonna stay as Mike?” Danny asked curiously

“I haven’t really decided yet… the longest I’ve stayed inside a guy was just over a day. Always feel like I need to get back to my life you know?” Jacob responded truthfully.

“…”

Jacob turned and looked at his roommate. “You want me to stay inside Mike don’t ya?”

“…Yeah.” Danny admitted with a blush.

“Well…I suppose I could stay for a while. And who knows if I like this body enough and it likes me then… I might see if I can make it a permanent arrangement.” Jacob grinned.

Danny looked up at Jacob in surprise. “No way… would you actually consider doing that?” He asked, trying not to sound too excited.

Jacob looked down at his bigger, hairier body before rubbing a hand through his hair and beard. Mike’s body was everything he’d ever wished he could be and now he had it. Why not keep it? Of course it wouldn’t be easy with the sudden disappearance of his old body and what not but he was sure they’d get through it. Besides, being inside Mike just felt so good. His kind and loving nature was having an incredible effect on him so far.

“Of course. How could I resist wanting to be your daddy?” He teased.

With that the new Mike kissed Danny on the forehead as they went back to an evening full of cuddling and kissing. Talking endlessly about how they were gonna spend the rest of their lives.

[y00-nie]

Superman Unmasked & Unveiled

Chapter 3

Tom’s heart pounded as he stepped into the fluorescent-lit expanse of the shopping mall. The place was bustling with people, a sea of strangers moving in and out of stores, some faces buried in their phones. He usually avoided malls like this, but today, loneliness had driven him out of his quiet house and into the chaos. Steven had been gone for nearly two weeks, working on set as a stand-in for some actor, and the silence of their home had begun to feel oppressive. Tom missed the way Steven moved around the kitchen, humming softly as he made coffee, the sound of his laughter echoing through the halls.

But as much as he missed Steven, there was another feeling gnawing at him—a prickling unease, a jealous itch that he couldn’t scratch. Steven’s job brought him into contact with so many beautiful people, actors and models and crew members who seemed impossibly glamorous compared to Tom’s mundane existence. He knew it was irrational, but sometimes he wondered if Steven noticed them too, if he felt even a fraction of the attraction to them that Tom did. It was stupid, he told himself, but the thought lingered, unshakable.

Lost in his thoughts, Tom wandered aimlessly through the mall, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He didn’t even realize where he was going until he found himself standing inside a sleek electronics store, the glassshowcase glittering with displays of the latest gadgets. His eyes lingered on a particularly flashy smartphone, its screen glowing hypnotically. For a moment, he considered buying a new phone, but then he went out again and caught sight of the security guard standing just outside the store.

The man was massive, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his uniform, his skin a deep, rich brown that seemed to glow under the harsh light. His long braids were tied back neatly, and a name tag pinned to his chest read “James.” Tom froze, his pulse quickening as James glanced in his direction, his dark eyes sharp and assessing. Tom looked away quickly, turning to go, but it was too late.

“Sir,” James called out, his voice low and authoritative. “Could you come here for a moment?”

Tom’s stomach dropped. He hesitated, his feet rooted to the spot, but when James took a step closer, he felt a surge of panic. There was no point in resisting, he told himself. Just go along with it. He walked over to James, his movements stiff and awkward, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Is there a problem?” Tom asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

James didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied Tom carefully, his gaze traveling from head to toe and back again. It felt invasive, almost predatory, and Tom shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. Finally, James spoke, his tone cold and accusing.

“I saw you lingering in the store earlier,” he said. “Did you take something?”

Tom blinked, his mind scrambling for an explanation. “What? No, I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me,” James interrupted, his voice cutting through Tom’s flimsy protest. “I don’t have time for games. If you stole something, you need to hand it over now.”

Tom shook his head frantically, his hands coming out of his pockets to gesture helplessly. “I swear, I didn’t take anything! You’ve got the wrong person!”

James’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, his jaw tightened, his lips forming a thin, angry line. “We’ll see about that,” he said, stepping closer. “Let’s go.”

Tom tried to back away, but James grabbed his arm firmly, his grip strong enough to make Tom wince. “Where are we going?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“To my office,” James replied, steering him toward a narrow corridor at the far end of the mall. “We’ll sort this out there.”

Tom’s legs felt like jelly as they walked down the dimly lit hallway, the walls closing in around him. He could feel James’s presence looming over him, his sheer size making Tom feel small and vulnerable. The security guard opened a door at the end of the corridor, revealing a small, sparsely furnished room with a single table and two chairs.

“Sit,” James ordered, pointing to one of the chairs.

Tom obeyed, sinking into the hard plastic seat and crossing his arms over his chest defensively. James stood in front of him, his arms crossed as well, his expression unreadable. Tom waited for him to say something, anything, but the silence stretched on, each second dragging painfully.

Finally, James spoke, his voice laced with irritation. “You know the drill. Empty your pockets.”

Tom hesitated, his cheeks flushing. “I already told you, I didn’t steal anything.”

James’s eyes narrowed. “Do it yourself, or I’ll do it for you.”

The threat was clear, and Tom swallowed hard. With shaking hands, he began pulling items out of his pockets—his wallet, his keys, a crumpled receipt. He placed them on the table one by one, avoiding eye contact with James. When he was done, he sat back, folding his hands in his lap.

James leaned forward, picking up each item and examining it closely. He paused when he reached the receipt, his brow furrowing. “This doesn’t prove anything,” he said, tossing it back onto the table. “You could still be hiding something.”

Tom’s breath hitched. “I’m not—”

“Shut up,” James snapped, cutting him off. “I think you need a more thorough search.”

Before Tom could react, James grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked it open, buttons popping off and scattering across the floor. Tom let out a startled cry, clutching at his now-exposed chest. His mind reeled, his body frozen in shock.

“Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “You don’t have to do this.”

James ignored him, reaching out to run his big hands roughly over Tom’s torso. Tom flinched at the touch, his skin tingling uncomfortably. The sensation was unfamiliar, strangely intimate, and a jolt of arousal shot through him, confusing and unwelcome.

James’s fingers moved lower, dipping into Tom’s waistband. Tom gasped, his body tensing as James’s hands brushed against the sensitive skin of his hips. “There’s nothing here,” James said, his voice cool and dismissive. “But I’m not done yet.”

Tom’s heart raced as James stepped back, his eyes scanning Tom’s body hungrily. “Stand up,” he ordered.

Tom hesitated, his legs wobbling as he pushed himself to his feet. James wasted no time, grabbing the remnants of Tom’s shirt and lifting it over his head in one swift motion. Tom’s arms went up instinctively, shielding himself from James’s gaze, but the security guard wasn’t deterred. He grabbed Tom by the wrists and held them firmly above his head, pinning him against the wall next to the table.

“Stay still,” James commanded, his voice low and menacing.

Tom whimpered, his body trembling as James’s free hand slid down his abdomen, brushing against the waistband of his pants once more. This time, when James’s fingers dipped beneath the fabric, Tom couldn’t suppress a groan, his hips bucking slightly. The sound seemed to surprise him as much as it did James, who raised an eyebrow in interest.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying this,” James said, his tone dripping with mockery.

Tom’s face burned with shame, but before he could respond, James’s fingers plunged deeper, exploring the crevice between his buttocks. Tom cried out, his legs giving way as his knees hit the floor. James released his wrists, allowing him to collapse forward onto the table, his upper body pressed flat against the cold surface.

“Spread your legs,” James ordered, his voice commanding.

Tom hesitated, his mind screaming in protest, but his body betrayed him, obeying without question. He spread his legs wide, exposing himself completely to James’s hungry gaze. The security guard stepped closer, his crotch pressing against Tom’s bare back as he reached around to undo the button on his pants.

“You’re going to regret lying to me,” James whispered, his breath hot against Tom’s ear.

Tom’s mind spun, his thoughts a chaotic mess of fear and desire. He wanted to resist, to push James away, but his body refused to cooperate. Instead, he moaned softly as James’s fingers slipped inside his mouth, probing and teasing until Tom’s tongue darted out to meet them.

“Good boy,” James murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.

Tom’s eyes fluttered shut, his resistance crumbling under the weight of his overwhelming arousal. He had no idea how this had happened, no idea why he was letting this stranger take control of him, but the truth was undeniable—he was completely at James’s mercy. If Tom hadn't been so excited, he might have noticed the strange artificial taste of James fingers.

“Now,” James said, his voice low and urgent. “Tell me where it is.”

Tom shuddered, his entire body trembling as James’s fingers withdrew from his mouth and moved lower, slipping between his cheeks to press against his entrance.

“Please,” Tom whimpered, his voice breaking.

James didn’t answer. Instead, he thrust his wet finger inside, breaching Tom’s tight hole with steady pressure. Tom’s head fell forward, his face pressed against the table as he cried out, his body arching involuntarily. The sensation was overwhelming, terrifying and thrilling all at once, and Tom couldn’t help but wonder what else James had planned for him.

James’s fingers lingered inside Tom, stretching him gently but firmly, preparing him for what was to come. Tom’s breath hitched as James pulled his finger out, only to replace it with something cold and smooth. He looked down, his vision swimming with a mix of fear and arousal, to see a sleek, black toy resting against his entrance. It was thick like 3 fingers at least.

“You’re going to like this,” James murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the small room. His dark eyes locked on Tom’s face, watching intently as he slid the toy in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

Tom bit his lip hard, trying to stifle the sounds that wanted to escape. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him trembling. He couldn’t help but moan softly as the toy breached him, filling him in a way that made his entire body shudder.

James leaned over him, his broad chest brushing against Tom’s back. “That’s it,” he whispered, his breath hot against Tom’s ear. “Take it. Take it all.”

The command sent a shiver down Tom’s spine. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet there was an undeniable thrill in submitting to James’s control. The toy moved deeper, forcing him to stretch further, and Tom couldn’t stop the choked cry that escaped his lips.

James grinned, clearly enjoying Tom’s reaction. “You’re tight,” he said, almost admiringly. “But you’re handling it well.”

Tom didn’t respond, too consumed by the sensations coursing through his body. The toy moved in and out, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge of something he couldn’t quite name. His cock twitched, leaking pre-cum onto the table beneath him, and he hated himself for how much he was enjoying this.

“You like that, don’t you?” James asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He reached around and wrapped a hand around Tom’s throbbing erection, stroking him in time with the movements of the toy.

Tom gasped, his hips bucking instinctively. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please…”

James chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “Good boy,” he said, giving Tom’s cock a firm squeeze. “Now, let’s see how you handle the real thing.”

With that, James pulled the toy out, leaving Tom feeling empty and exposed. He turned Tom over, positioning him on his back on the table. Tom’s legs were spread wide, his body completely at James’s mercy. He couldn’t bring himself to look away as James unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, revealing a thick, impressive erection that made Tom’s breath catch in his throat.

“You ready for this?” James asked, his voice low and teasing. He grabbed Tom’s legs, lifting them up and placing them on his broad shoulders.

Tom nodded quickly, though his heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe he was about to be penetrated by someone other than Steven. But the thought of stopping was impossible. He was too far gone, too consumed by the desire to feel James inside him.

James positioned himself at Tom’s entrance, his tip pressing against the sensitive skin. “Relax,” he said, his voice demanding. „ You will now get to know me properly.“

Tom took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He focused on James’s words, willing his body to comply. Slowly, carefully, James began to push in, his thick length sliding into Tom with deliberate precision.

Tom groaned, his head falling back against the table. The sensation was overwhelming, painful at first but quickly giving way to pleasure. James was so big, filling him in a way that no one ever had before, and Tom couldn’t help but arch his hips, desperate for more.

“There you go,” James said approvingly. “Take it. You’re doing so good.”

Tom whimpered, his hands gripping the edge of the table for support. James continued to push in, his pace slow and controlled, allowing Tom to adjust to his size. Each inch that entered him sent waves of pleasure through his body, and Tom found himself moaning uncontrollably.

“So tight,” James muttered, his breathing becoming heavier. “You’re perfect.”

Finally, James bottomed out, his full length buried inside Tom. Tom cried out, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He felt so full, so utterly dominated, and the realization made his cock throb even harder.

James remained still for a moment, allowing Tom to get used to the feeling. Then, slowly, he began to move, pulling out until only the head of his cock remained inside before pushing back in. The motion was slow and deliberate, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through Tom’s body.

“Oh god,” Tom gasped, his voice breaking. “Please… faster…”

James smirked, clearly enjoying Tom’s desperation. “As you wish,” he said, increasing his pace. He fucked Tom with long, deep strokes, each one hitting his prostate with pinpoint accuracy.

Tom moaned loudly, his body writhing on the table. He couldn’t hold back any longer, the pleasure building inside him with every thrust. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with need, and he could feel the pressure in his balls growing stronger with every passing second.

“James,” Tom cried out, his voice pleading. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come…”

James growled, his grip on Tom’s legs tightening. “Not yet,” he said, his voice commanding. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Tom whimpered, desperate to release but unable to disobey James’s orders. He clenched his fists, fighting against the urge to climax, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, and he was losing control.

James seemed to sense Tom’s struggle. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Hold on. Just a little longer.”

Tom nodded, though his vision was blurring with tears of pleasure. He clung to James’s words, using them to steady himself as the security guard continued to fuck him with relentless intensity. Each thrust pushed him closer to the edge, and Tom knew it wouldn’t be long before he surrendered. James was now breathing heavily, moaning in between the deep breaths. - He was just not showing any sweat on his body or face what Tom should have surprised Tom normally. - „James… please…” Tom begged, his voice broken and desperate.

James leaned down, capturing Tom’s lips in a rough, bruising kiss. The contact sent a shockwave through Tom’s body, and he realized suddenly that he didn’t want to hold back anymore. He wanted to give in, to let go completely and lose himself in the ecstasy that James was offering him.

With a loud cry, Tom came, his seed shooting across the table and James chest as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. His body convulsed, his muscles spasming as he rode out his orgasm, completely spent.

James pulled out of Tom abruptly, letting him fall back against the table, panting and exhausted. Tom couldn’t bring himself to care; he was too overwhelmed by the experience, too lost in the haze of his own arousal.

“Damn,” James said, his voice filled with admiration. “You’re a natural.”

Tom closed his eyes, still catching his breath. He felt ashamed for enjoying it so much, for letting James take control like that. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the thrill of submitting to someone so dominant, so confident in his power.

James leaned down, kissing Tom again, this time more tenderly. “We’ll have to do this again sometime,” he said, his voice laced with promise.

Tom’s eyes fluttered open, meeting James’s dark gaze. “I… I don’t know…” he stammered, his voice trembling.

James smiled, his expression knowing. “Sure you do,” he said, leaning in closer.

Tom’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The ecstasy had faded, leaving behind a deep pit of guilt and sadness. He couldn’t believe what he had just done, how easily he had submitted to James. His heart ached for Steven, who was out there, working, meeting beautiful people, while Tom had been indulging in this intense, forbidden encounter.

James, breathing heavily, seemed to sense Tom’s turmoil. He didn’t say anything, but his massive arms wrapped around Tom with surprising gentleness. The warmth of James’s body pressed against him, and for a moment, Tom felt safe, cocooned in strength. But the guilt continued to gnaw at him.

“Shh,” James murmured, his deep voice soothing yet commanding. “It’s okay. You don’t have to feel bad. This was… mutual. You wanted this as much as I did.”

Tom shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. “I can’t… I can’t do this. Not without Steven.”

James’s grip tightened, but not in a way that hurt. Instead, it was firm, grounding. “You’re here now,” he said softly. “And I’m here. Let me take care of you, even if just for a little while.”

Tom hesitated, his body still buzzing from the intensity of their encounter. James leaned in, pressing his lips to Tom’s once more. This time, the kiss was slow, deliberate, each movement of James’s tongue sending waves of desire through Tom’s body. He could feel himself hardening again, his muscles responding despite the turmoil in his mind.

James pulled back slightly, his dark eyes glinting with something that made Tom’s breath hitch. “You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

Tom nodded reluctantly, unable to deny the truth. “Yes… but—”

“But nothing,” James interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. “You’re allowed to enjoy yourself. To let someone else take control for once.”

James’s hand moved down, tracing the length of Tom’s cock as he spoke. The gentle pressure made Tom gasp, his hips instinctively arching into the touch. James smirked, clearly pleased by the reaction. “See? You want this. Admit it.”

Tom bit his lip, trying to resist as his cock was still very sensitive, but James’s skilled fingers were relentless. They moved with precision, stroking him slowly, building the tension until Tom was panting, his body on fire. “Please…” he whispered, unable to hold back any longer.

James chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”

“More… I need more,” Tom admitted, his voice breaking.

James’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against Tom’s ear. “That’s what I thought.” His fingers shifted, moving with bolder strokes, targeting every sensitive spot with expert precision. Tom moaned loudly, his body trembling with anticipation.

As James continued to tease and torment him, Tom’s thoughts began to blur. He tried to focus on the guilt, on the fact that Steven might be hurt by what he was doing, but James’s touch was too overwhelming. It consumed him completely, dragging him deeper into pleasure.

James’s other hand reached up, fingers tangling in the long braids that fell over his shoulders. He tugged gently, pulling them across Tom’s chest and neck, the sensation tickling and thrilling at the same time. Tom squirmed under the dual sensations, his arousal peaking higher and higher.

“Almost there, aren’t you?” James murmured, his voice dripping with confidence. “You’re going to come again for me.”

Tom nodded frantically, his hands clutching at James’s arms for support. He could feel the build-up inside him, the pressure mounting until he was sure he would explode. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, James stopped, pulling his hand away.

Tom gasped, confused and desperate for more. “What… why did you stop?”

James smirked, his expression mischievous. “Patience,” he said simply. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Before Tom could protest, James leaned forward, positioning himself over Tom’s groin. He took the tip of Tom’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him whole with one swift motion. Tom cried out, his entire body jerking in response. James’s mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling and flicking with practiced ease. Every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through Tom, making it impossible to think about anything else. His first orgasm was only moment ago and he was on the edge again, never felt this intensity before.

James worked his magic, sucking and licking with an intensity that left Tom breathless. He could feel the familiar rush approaching, his climax threatening to overtake him. He clutched at James’s head, gripping the braids tightly as his body tensed.

Just as Tom was on the verge of release, James released him, pulling back with a slight pop. Tom groaned in frustration, his body aching for completion. “Please… don’t stop…”

James grinned, his expression filled with wicked satisfaction. “Not yet,” he said, his voice teasing. “There’s something else I want to try first.”

Tom blinked, his mind foggy with desire. “What… what are you talking about?”

James didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached up, his fingers finding a seam along his neck. Tom frowned, confusion setting in as James’s fingers worked the edges of the fabric. He drilled his fingers on both sides of his chin under the edge and moved them slowly upwards. Sweat was running down on both hands. His maskulin features distorted and Tom saw the fingers draw contours under the skin. With a sudden slurping sound, James peeled the mask upwards, revealing the sweaty exhausted face beneath.

Tom’s breath hitched, his eyes widening in shock. The face staring back at him was not James’s—it was Steven’s. Sweat clung to his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin, and his eyes were full of a mix of exhaustion and desire. His eyes were dark brown. For a moment, Tom couldn’t process what he was seeing.

“Steven…?” Tom whispered, his voice barely audible.

Steven—or James, or whoever he was—smiled, his expression soft yet intense. “Surprise,” he said, his voice a perfect blend of Steven’s smooth tones and James’s deep timbre.

The realization crashed over Tom like a wave, sending him spiraling into a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. Steven was holding up the lifeless face of James at the braids, dangling and dripping sweat everywhere. Toms body reacted before his mind could fully grasp the situation, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He came hard, his release coating Steven’s face with thick bursts of cum.

Steven stayed still, allowing Tom to finish, his own breathing heavy and labored. Steven was licking away every drop of cum on his lips and smiled broadly. When Tom finally collapsed back onto the table, spent and exhausted, Steven leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Tom’s eyes fluttered shut, a smile playing on his lips. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice weak but sincere.

Steven held him close, his strong arms providing comfort and security. Tom knew this wasn’t the end—there would be questions, discussions, and perhaps even consequences—but for now, he allowed himself to bask in the warmth of Steven’s embrace. „It will never become boring with you….“. Steven nodded in silence.

to be continued…

[y00-nie]

Superman Unmasked & Unveiled

Chapter 2

Tom’s phone laying on the counter, the screen dark. He just sent another unanswered massage to Steven. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw tightening as frustration bubbled in his chest. The guy had vanished without a trace—no texts, no messages, nothing. It was as if their night together had been a figment of his imagination, a fleeting dream that dissolved into nothing.

“Asshole,” Tom muttered under his breath, swiping the phone aside. He stalked across the living room, running a hand through his hair. His mind kept drifting back to Steven, to the way they’d connected, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the urgency and raw passion that had ignited between them. It had been one hell of an experience, but now… now it felt like a cruel joke.

He sighed, pacing back and forth. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight, the lingering tension in his body demanding release. He needed to forget about Steven, move on, but the constant ache in his groin refused to let him. Every thought of the man left him harder, more desperate, more frustrated.

The doorbell rang, jolting Tom out of his brooding. He froze, blinked, then shook himself out of his daze. Probably just another delivery he didn’t remember ordering. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open, ready to sign for whatever box or package had arrived.

But the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch. Standing there was a man who could have stepped straight out of a fantasy. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a physique that screamed power and confidence. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched taut over bulging muscles, and even from here, Tom could see the hard peaks of his nipples straining against the material. The sleeves rode up slightly, revealing muscular forearms dusted with light golden hair. His shorts were short enough to show off thick thighs that tapered down to long, sock-covered calves, every inch of him radiating strength and presence.

His hair was long and blonde, tied back in a big bun on his head, a few strands falling loose around his face. A full beard framed sharp cheekbones and a mouth that curved into a knowing smile as their eyes met. Those eyes… they were a vivid blue, piercing and intense, like the deep waters of some ancient fjord.

The name tag pinned to his chest read simply: Sven.

“Delivery for your neighbor Mr. Smith - he is not present. Can you take it for him?,” the man said, his voice low and rich, carrying a heavy accent that only added to his allure. It wasn’t just any accent—it was something rugged, primal, the kind of sound you’d expect from a Viking statue come to life.

Tom swallowed hard, trying to form a response. His heart was pounding, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. This guy… this Sven… he was exactly the kind of distraction Tom hadn’t realized he needed.

Sven held out a small package, his fingers brushing against Tom’s as he handed it over. The contact sent a jolt through Tom, making his skin prickle with awareness. He forced himself to focus, to take the package and step back, but Sven didn’t move. Instead, he shifted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest in a way that emphasized his biceps.

“Nice place you got here,” Sven remarked, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the house. “Quiet neighborhood. Good for relaxing, yeah?”

Tom nodded dumbly, still too caught up in the sheer magnetism of the man in front of him to form coherent words.

Sven’s eyes flicked back to him, amusement dancing in their depths. “You alright, mate? You seem a bit… distracted.”

“I’m fine,” Tom stammered, cursing himself for sounding so awkward. “Just… uh… busy day.”

Sven chuckled, the sound warm and rough, like distant thunder. “Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” He hesitated, then added, “Actually, there is one thing… I’ve been driving all day, and well… my bladder’s about to burst. Think I could use your loo?”

Tom blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt request. Then he found himself nodding once again. “Yeah, sure. Uh… it’s just down the hall, second door on the right.”

“Cheers,” Sven said with a grin, pushing off the doorframe. He stepped inside, his movement fluid and confident, and followed Tom down the hall. Tom couldn’t help but notice how Sven’s presence seemed to fill the space, how his towering frame cast shadows that seemed to stretch and shift like something alive.

When they reached the bathroom, Sven disappeared inside, leaving Tom standing awkwardly in the hallway. He ran a hand over his face, berating himself for being so tongue-tied. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t some awkward teenager anymore—he could hold a damn conversation with a hot guy without acting like an idiot.

But Sven… Sven was different. There was something about him, something magnetic and overwhelming, like a force of nature. And Tom couldn’t deny that he was drawn to it, despite his better judgment.

The sound of the toilet flushing snapped Tom out of his thoughts. Sven emerged a moment later, looking refreshed and somehow even more imposing than before. He stretched his arms overhead, the motion pulling his shirt tight across his chest, and Tom couldn’t look away.

“Thanks for that,” Sven said, flashing another smile. “Much appreciated. Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could I trouble you for a glass of water? My throat’s bone dry after spending hours in this damn van.”

Tom nodded quickly, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Of course. Come on.”

They walked into the kitchen together, the air between them charged with an unspoken energy. Tom grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, handing it over to Sven, who took a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Ahhh,” Sven sighed, lowering the glass. “That hits the spot. Thanks, mate.”

“No problem,” Tom replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned against the counter, trying to play it cool, but his nerves were shot, his body humming with anticipation.

Sven set the glass down on the counter and turned to face Tom fully. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them like a livewire. Then, slowly, deliberately, Sven stepped closer, close enough that Tom could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“You’re not really fine, are you?” Sven asked, his voice low and intimate. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Tom’s arm, sending a shiver down his spine.

Tom’s breath hitched, his heart beating faster as Sven’s touch lingered. “What… what do you mean?”

Sven smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “I mean you’re wound up tighter than a spring. Something on your mind? Or someone?”

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hand moved again, this time gripping his shoulder firmly. The pressure was firm but not painful, a clear display of strength and dominance that sent a thrill through Tom’s veins.

“Tell me,” Sven commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “Whoever it is, they’re idiots for letting you go.”

Tom’s mouth went dry, his hesitation melting away under Sven’s intense gaze. „How could he know?“ He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. All he could do was stare, his body responding involuntarily to Sven’s proximity, his cock thickening behind his jeans. Tom forgot every question.

Sven must have noticed, because his smile widened, predatory and pleased. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, stepping even closer until their chests were almost touching.

And then, without warning, Sven’s lips were on his, claiming him in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. Tom gasped into the kiss, his hands flying up to grab at Sven’s shirt, clinging to the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Sven’s tongue traced along the seam of his lips, coaxing them apart, and when Tom complied, the kiss deepened instantly. It was all teeth and tongue, rough and insatiable, a stark contrast to the gentle teasing Sven had started with.

Tom moaned, his head spinning as Sven’s hands roamed down his sides, dipping dangerously low before settling on his hips. The grip was possessive, fingers digging into his skin as Sven pulled him flush against his body.

Tom could feel every ridge of Sven’s abs through the thin fabric of his shirt, the hardness of his chest pressing against his own. And then there was the unmistakable bulge in Sven’s pants, rubbing against him in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his core.

Sven tore his lips away, breathing heavily as he looked down at Tom, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his voice rougher than before.

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hands were yanking at Toms shirt, ripping buttons free as he pulled the fabric apart. Tom gasped, his chest heaving as the cool air hit his heated skin. Sven tossed the ruined shirt to the floor, his gaze raking over Tom’s bare torso.

“Beautiful,” Sven whispered, his fingers trailing down the center of Tom’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before circling his navel.

Tom shuddered, his legs feeling like jelly as Sven’s touch sent waves of heat crashing through him. “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop…”

Sven smirked, his fingers dipping lower, brushing the waistband of Tom’s jeans. “Oh, I won’t stop,” he promised, his voice dripping with intent. “Not until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”

Tom’s hands trembled as Sven pulled away, his breathing ragged and uneven. The intensity of the kiss had left him dizzy, his body aching for more of Sven’s touch. But something about the moment felt… off. It wasn’t just the way Sven’s lips had moved or the roughness of his beard against Tom’s skin; it was a flicker in Sven’s expression, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tom’s spine.

“What’s wrong?” Sven asked, his voice low and husky, his accent thicker than before. He cupped Tom’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. “You’re not pulling away, are you?”

Tom shook his head, though his mind raced. The sensation of Sven’s hand on his skin was intoxicating, but beneath it all, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. His gaze flickered down to Sven’s neck, where the collar of his shirt had shifted slightly. And there it was—a faint line, barely noticeable, but enough to catch his eye. A seam.

“No,” Tom murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and arousal swirling inside him. “I’m not pulling away.”

Sven smirked, leaning in to press another kiss to Tom’s jaw, his stubble scratching against Tom’s skin. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

Tom swallowed hard, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He could feel the heat building in his core, the same undeniable hunger that had consumed him days before with Henry Cavill. But this time, it was different. This time, he wasn’t going to let himself be played. He wasn’t going to let Sven—or Steven—call the shots.

With a sudden burst of determination, Tom grabbed Sven by the shoulders, pushing him back gently but firmly. Sven raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What’s got into you, love?”

“Nothing,” Tom replied, his voice steady now. “Just… switching things up.”

Before Sven could react, Tom stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands were on Sven’s shirt, yanking it open in one swift motion. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging against the floor and walls as the fabric fell open, revealing Sven’s broad chest and those hard, prominent nipples. Tom’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed over the warm flesh, feeling the tension in Sven’s body beneath his touch. Sven exhaled sharply, his hands moving to grip Tom’s hips. “Careful,” he growled, his voice deeper now, almost animalistic. “Don’t think I won’t take what I want.”

Tom didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips to Sven’s neck. He kissed his way up to his ear, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness there. Sven groaned, his grip tightening on Tom’s hips. But Tom wasn’t done. His fingers trailed down Sven’s chest, pausing briefly to tweak his nipples, eliciting another growl from the man beneath him. Then, without warning, Tom’s hand dipped lower, undoing the button of Sven’s shorts.

Sven froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice laced with both surprise and desire. “You’re really taking charge, aren’t you?”

Tom didn’t respond. His hand slipped inside Sven’s shorts, wrapping around the thick, throbbing length of him. He could feel the sheet around Sven’s (Steven) Penis, so it was also a muscle suit again. Sven gasped, his head falling back as Tom pumped him slowly, deliberately. “God, yes,” Sven breathed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Don’t stop…”

Tom didn’t stop. He continued stroking Sven, his own cock hardening with every passing second. The sight of Sven’s reaction, the way his body tensed and relaxed with each movement, was enough to drive Tom wild. But he wasn’t finished yet. Withdrawing his hand, he shoved Sven’s shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, exposing the other man completely.

Sven bit his lip, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Tom. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”

Tom smirked, stepping back to strip himself of the remaining scraps of clothing. His jeans and boxers joined the pile of discarded fabric on the floor, leaving him completely bare. Sven’s gaze devoured him, raking over every inch of his body with a predatory intensity.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tom said, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him.

Without wasting another second, Tom closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Sven’s. The heat radiating from the other man’s skin was almost overwhelming, and when their cocks brushed against each other, they both groaned. Sven’s hands came up to grip Tom’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle suit there as he kissed him again, harder this time.

Tom melted into the kiss, his senses drowning in the raw, primal connection between them. But he didn’t forget why he was doing this. His hands moved down to Sven’s waist, slipping behind him to grab two handfuls of ass. Sven growled into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, the friction sending sparks of electricity through Tom’s veins.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered against Sven’s lips, his grip tightening. “You feel so good…”

Sven’s response was a low rumble in his chest, his movements growing more urgent as he pressed Tom back toward the couch. They tumbled onto the soft cushions, their bodies entangled as they kissed and groped each other with abandon. Sven’s hands roamed over Tom’s back, his nails lightly scraping against the artificial skin there, digging deep into the suit.

Tom shuddered, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Sven was laying in front of him. But then, Sven’s hand slid down to cup Tom’s aching cock, stroking him with expert precision. Tom cried out, his hips arching off the couch as he thrust into Sven’s hand.

“Yes,” Tom hissed, his voice breaking. “More…”

Sven complied, quickening his pace as he brought Tom closer and closer to the edge. But just as Tom felt himself teetering on the brink, Sven stopped, pulling his hand away with a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” Sven whispered, his voice dripping with intent.

Tom glared at him, his frustration mingling with the ache in his groin. Sven bent upwards to kiss Tom again. But this time, his kiss was softer, more teasing, as if he knew exactly how to drive Tom crazy.

Tom’s hands fisted in Sven’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. But as their tongues tangled, Tom’s mind wandered back to the strange gap at Sven’s neck. The realization that this man was Steven in disguise only fueled his arousal, making him more determined than ever to take control.

Breaking the kiss, Tom pushed Sven onto his back, straddling his hips. “My turn,” he said, his voice firm.

Sven’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he grinned up at Tom, his hands resting lazily on his stomach. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice teasing. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Tom didn’t waste any time. His hands moved to Sven’s thighs, lifting them on his shoulders as he positioned himself between them. Sven’s cock twitched against his abdomen, the heat of it searing through his skin. Tom glanced down, his eyes locking with Sven’s.

Tom’s hands tightened on Sven’s hips, his grip almost bruising as he pushed into him with a force that made Sven arch back, his head lolling against the couch cushions. Sven groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, his muscles tensing and relaxing around Tom in waves of pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw slack as he surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Fuck,” Sven gasped, his voice ragged and breathless. “Harder, Tom. Please.”

Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. His anger, his frustration, his desperate need for release all coalesced into a singular, savage thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, raw and primal. Sven’s hands scrambled to brace himself against the couch, his fingers digging into the muscle suit as Tom’s thrusts grew more erratic, more furious.

“You like that?” Tom growled, leaning down to press his mouth to Sven’s ear. He bit down lightly on the soft lobe, tasting salt, sweat and rubber as Sven shivered beneath him. “You like feeling me inside you?”

Sven let out a strangled cry, his body bucking wildly as Tom’s movements became more chaotic. His cock twitched between them, slick with pre-come as it bobbed against his belly. “Yes,” Sven choked out, his voice breaking. “God, yes.”

Tom’s fingers trailed up Sven’s sides, brushing against the seam of the muscle suit. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but it was quickly swallowed by the haze of lust raging through him. He needed this. Needed *him*. Needed to forget about Steven and the endless ache in his chest.

But as his fingers pulled harder at the flesh of the hips, the fabric gave way under the string pull. His heart skipped a beat, his momentum faltering for just a moment. The room echoed with a slight ripping sound. Sven moaned, his hips rocking up to meet Tom’s, urging him to continue.

Tom hesitated, his brow furrowing as he stared at the seam. Swallowing hard, Tom’s fingers dug further into the material feeling the warm sweaty atmosphere underneath, gripping tight again as he gave a sharp yank. The skin made a stretching rubbery sound before snapping back.

The seam tore further open. The sound reverberating through the room. Sven’s breath hitched, but he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop moaning as if nothing had happened. Tom froze, his gaze locked on the exposed skin beneath the suit—smooth, unblemished, sweaty and entirely inconsistent with the rough, weathered exterior Sven had presented.

Tom’s furor even grow with expression of a deep guttural scream. His hands moved faster, tearing at the fabric with increasing urgency. The suit peeled away in chunks, revealing more of the natural sweaty skin beneath. A breeze of musky wet air reached his nose. Sven’s hips rolled erratically, his breaths coming in short bursts as he panted, “More, Tom... give me more.”

Tom’s anger surged, his movements becoming almost frenzied as he ripped the remains of the suit away. Steven’s chest was fully exposed now, the fake muscles ripped apart. Beneath it all was the true form - athletic but not looking like the muscular Viking.

“Why are you doing this?” Tom demanded to know.

Sven’s eyes fluttered open, his blue irises glinting with something between mischief and desire. “Does it matter?” he purred, his accent thicker than before. “You’re still inside me, aren’t you?”

Tom’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his movements grew even more aggressive, his thrusts pounding into Sven with reckless abandon. He wanted to hurt him, to punish him for lying, for deceiving him. But more than that, he wanted to lose himself in the sensation, to forget everything except the friction and the heat and the undeniable pleasure wracking his body.

His fingers twitched against Sven’s skin, tracing the edges of the mask that still clung to his face. The urge to tear it off, to see the truth behind the deception, was overwhelming. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his skin glistening with sweat. Finally, he reached up with one hand, his fingers entering under the edge of the mask. He pulled strongly at the mask, the facial features twisted, the mouth hole lifted from Steven's lips and the nose twisted, a crack formed in the corner of the mouth. Steven body tensed in ecstasy and he let sit another deep moan. With a sudden jerk he peeled the lower part of the mask away. The lower part of the mask ripped apart, leaving the bearded part of Steven’s face exposed. It was drenched in sweat. His lips were twisted in a devilish smile. Tom grabbed the hair bun of the mask now and pulled the rest of the mask upright, ripping the mask away entirely.

Tom’s pulse quickened even more, his fingers tightening as he watched. The mask was off, revealing Stevens true face.

Tom’s breath caught in his throat, while holding the remains of Sven’s handsome face in his hand.

His other hand slid down to Sven’s thigh, gripping tightly as he slammed into him one last time. The completely exposed Steven cried out, his voice high-pitched and desperate as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed between them, shooting thick streams of come that splattered across his stomach and chest. The sight of it, combined with the feel of Svens face in his hand, was enough to push Tom over the edge.

With a low, animalistic groan, Tom came hard, his entire body shuddering as he emptied himself into Steven. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their labored breathing and the heavy thud of their hearts.

Tom collapsed forward, resting his forehead against Sven’s shoulder, rubbing his torso against the sweaty exposed natural breast of Steven, as he caught his breath.

The sweaty face of Steven was now revealed, his blue eyes locking with Tom’s as the mask fell to the ground. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by their heavy breaths and the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background. Tom’s mind raced, questions flooding his thoughts, but beneath it all, he felt the undeniable pull of desire—and something deeper.

“Why?” Tom asked, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and longing. “Why would you trick me like this? Again?”

Steven didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid his hand up Tom’s thigh, his fingers curling around the soft surface of his hip. His touch was deliberate, calculated, as if testing Tom’s resolve. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, charged and unrelenting.

“Because I needed you to punish me,” Steven finally said, his voice low and rough, laced with an accent that made the words roll off his tongue like honey. “Needed you to take possession of me—really feel me.”

Tom blinked, his heart pounding in his chest. The intensity in Steven’s gaze was overwhelming, pulling him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted to be angry, to push Steven away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. Not when Steven’s hands were so warm against his skin, not when his lips curved into that crooked smile that had haunted Tom’s dreams for days.

“You bastard,” Tom murmured, though his tone lacked any real venom. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips brushing against Steven’s in a soft, searching kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Steven chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Tom’s body. “Oh, I think I have some idea,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Tom’s face. “But tell me, Tom. Tell me how much you missed me.”

Tom groaned, his fingers gripping Steven’s shoulders as the heat between them intensified. “I missed you like crazy,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Every second since you disappeared. I thought… I thought I’d never feel this way again.”

Steven’s grin widened, and he kissed Tom again, this time harder, more possessive. His tongue darted into Tom’s mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Tom melted against him, his arms wrapping around Steven’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine,” Steven growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “Always.”

to be continued……

[y00-nie]

Superman Unmasked & Unveiled

Chapter 1

Tom’s heart skipped a beat as the hotel elevator jolted to a stop. The small space, already feeling cramped with just him and the tall, broad-shouldered man beside him, suddenly felt even more confined. Henry Cavill—yes, *that* Henry Cavill—stood mere inches away, his presence almost overwhelming. Tom had seen him on the big screen, but up close, the actor was even more breathtaking, radiating an effortless charisma that made Tom’s mouth dry.

“Well,” Henry said, breaking the silence with a low, smooth voice that sent a shiver down Tom’s spine. “Seems we’re stuck.” His lips curled into a smirk, and his piercing eyes locked onto Tom’s, making it nearly impossible to look away. “Nice company, though.”

Tom swallowed hard, his brain struggling to formulate a response. “Uh, yeah. This is… unexpected.”

Henry chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, vibrating through the confined space. “Relax, it’s not the end of the world. We’ll be out of here soon enough.” He leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge beneath the tailored suit jacket. “So, what brings you to this hotel? Business or pleasure?”

Tom’s mind raced. How did one respond to such a question from someone like Henry Cavill? “A bit of both, I suppose,” he finally managed, hoping his voice didn’t betray how flustered he was.

“Mmm, intriguing.” Henry’s gaze dropped briefly to Tom’s lips before returning to his eyes. “I like people who keep things interesting.”

The air between them thickened, and Tom could feel the heat radiating off Henry’s body. The elevator’s emergency lights flickered, casting an eerie glow over the space, but neither man seemed to notice. All Tom could focus on was the way Henry was looking at him, like he was sizing him up, teasing him without even trying.

“You know,” Henry murmured, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a silken tone, “elevators have a tendency to bring people together in ways they never expect.”

Tom’s breath hitched as Henry closed the gap between them, their chests brushing ever so lightly. Henry’s cologne invaded his senses, a heady mix of spice and something wild, undefinable. “Do you believe in fate, Tom?” Henry’s hand came up, his fingers brushing against Tom’s jawline, his touch warm and deliberate.

“I—I don’t know,” Tom stammered, his pulse racing. “Maybe. Sometimes.”

Henry’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in closer, his breath fanning over Tom’s lips. “Then maybe this is fate’s way of giving us a little time alone. Just the two of us.”

Before Tom could respond, the elevator creaked and groaned, signaling its return to life. The doors slid open with a ding, and Henry stepped back, his demeanor shifting instantly. Gone was the flirtatious tension, replaced by a charming, confident smile. “Well, that was exciting. Let’s continue this conversation somewhere a bit more comfortable, shall we?”

Tom hesitated, torn between the desire to follow Henry and the urge to flee. But the pull was too strong. Henry led the way down the hall, his gait smooth and commanding, until they reached his suite. The door clicked shut behind them, and the atmosphere changed again, becoming heavier, charged with unspoken intentions.

“Drink?” Henry asked, moving toward the mini bar, his movements fluid and graceful.

“Sure,” Tom replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Henry handed him a glass of whiskey, his fingers brushing against Tom’s in a fleeting yet electric touch. They sat on the plush couch, the tension between them simmering, ready to boil over. Henry’s knee brushed against Tom’s, a deliberate move that sent a jolt of electricity through him.

“You’re nervous,” Henry observed, his voice low and husky. “Why? I thought we were having a good time.”

Tom laughed nervously, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s not every day you get stuck in an elevator with Superman.”

Henry chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, I see. My reputation precedes me.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Tom’s ear. “Let me show you that I’m much more than just a superhero on film.”

And then, without warning, Henry kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle peck; it was a full-on, devour-you-alive kiss that left no room for doubt. Tom’s glass tumbled from his hand as he responded instinctively, his hands gripping Henry’s shoulders for dear life. The actor’s lips were firm yet pliant, his tongue sliding against Tom’s in a sensuous dance that made his head spin.

As the kiss deepened, Tom became aware of something strange. Henry’s face felt… off. It wasn’t unpleasant, but there was a slight give, a flexibility that didn’t quite align with how human skin should feel. Tom pulled back slightly, his curiosity piqued. “Your face… it feels different.”

Henry’s eyes flashed with something unreadable, but his smile remained. “Does it now? Interesting.” He leaned in for another kiss, more intense this time, his hands roaming over Tom’s body with a possessiveness that bordered on aggressive. Tom’s own hands couldn’t resist exploring, sliding across Henry’s broad shoulders, down his sculpted back.

But then, as their bodies pressed closer, sweat forming between them, Tom felt it again—that odd shift in Henry’s face. His cheeks seemed to change shape ever so slightly, almost as if they were moving independently. Curiosity, mingled with arousal, grew too strong to ignore.

Tom broke the kiss, his fingers tracing the edges of Henry’s face. “What’s going on here?”

Henry’s breath hitched, his chest heaving. “You’re very observant, aren’t you?”

Tom’s fingers found Henry’s nose, and to his astonishment, it moved slightly under his touch, as if made of some kind of flexible material. He pulled gently, and the skin lifted, revealing a faint seam. With a gasp, Tom pulled harder, and Henry moaned softly, his body tensing. “Fuck,” Henry muttered, his voice rough. “Don’t stop.”

Encouraged, Tom moved to Henry’s ears, tugging experimentally. They shifted too, yielding to his touch. The entire face seemed to be composed of something far from human, yet so lifelike it was uncanny. Tom’s heart pounded wildly as he gripped a handful of Henry’s hair and pulled upward. His eyes seemed to sing down in his face and the eyeholes were stretched. He pulled harder and Henry was not resisting. He was rubbing his groin region and moaned loudly. So Tom continued to pull and moved the obvious mask to both side to pull it free. The wet slurping sound now was unmistakable as the mask peeled away slowly, revealing a sweaty man entirely different from the Hollywood icon. He had short blonde hair and short stubbles as a beard.

Tom’s breath caught in his throat. The man before him was handsome, yes, but entirely different from the towering, chiseled figure of Henry Cavill. His chest heaved with labored breaths, and his blue eyes locked onto Tom’s with a mixture of vulnerability and raw desire. Drenched in sweat, his skin glistened under the soft hotel room lights, and his arousal was evident—his cock straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“You’re not Henry,” Tom said, his voice low and barely more than a whisper. The words felt surreal, as if he were narrating someone else’s dream.

The man gave a wry smile, his hand reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow. “No,” he admitted, his voice smooth but less commanding than Henry’s. “I’m Steven. And you just almost ripped my very expensive mask.” He chuckled nervously, though there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze. “Please don’t scream or call security. I promise I’m not dangerous.”

Tom stared at him, processing the situation. Steven’s voice now sounded completely different. His heart was still pounding, but it wasn’t out of fear. No, it was something else—something primal and intoxicating. The revelation that this entire encounter had been a facade only heightened the intensity of the moment. He glanced down at the mask in his hands, now slick with sweat and a little makeup, and then back up at Steven. His curiosity was insatiable.

“Why?” Tom asked, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “Why do you impersonate people like that?”

Steven shrugged, running a hand through his slightly wavy brown hair. “It’s my job. Sometimes celebrities can’t make appearances, so they hire me to step in. I’ve got a talent for mimicry, and… well, I guess I enjoy playing dress-up. It’s fun to be someone else for a while.” His lips quirked into a sheepish grin, but his eyes remained focused on Tom. “But I didn’t expect this. I mean, I wasn’t planning to… you know. Pull off the mask mid-seduction.”

Tom’s lips twitched into a smile, and he found himself oddly fascinated by Steven’s openness. “So, you’re saying you weren’t planning to let me see the real you?”

Steven shook his head, his breathing steadying. “Not unless things got… really serious. Which, honestly, I didn’t think would happen tonight. But here we are.” He paused, his expression softening. “And now you know. So, what happens next? Are you going to tell everyone? Or…” He trailed off, his body language becoming guarded.

Tom recognized something and moved closer, his fingers brushing against the edge of Steven’s neck. There was now a small edge like he was wearing a skin over his skin. Before this edge was somehow fused to the neck part of the mask. It was warm and damp, imbued with the scent of their shared excitement. “Or what?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Steven’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his breath hot against Tom’s ear. “Or maybe you want to keep this our little secret. Maybe you’d like to… explore this further.” His hand snaked around Tom’s waist, pulling him flush against his body. Despite the absence of Henry’s exaggerated muscles, Steven’s own physique was solid and appealing, and Tom couldn’t help but respond to the invitation.

“Explore how?” Tom murmured, his lips brushing against Steven’s neck as he spoke. He pressed his lips to the edge and discovered it with his tongue.

Steven groaned softly, his grip tightening. “Like this,” he said, his voice thick with urgency. With one swift motion, he grabbed the hem of Tom’s shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it aside. Tom’s lean, athletic frame was revealed, and Steven’s hands roamed over his chest, mapping every inch with deliberate attention. “You’re beautiful,” Steven breathed, his fingertips tracing the outline of Tom’s nipples, causing them to tighten beneath his touch.

Tom shivered, his body responding instinctively to Steven’s ministrations. He hadn’t expected this level of intimacy after such a bizarre revelation, but there was no denying the electric tension between them. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he replied, his voice laced with amusement and desire.

Steven grinned, his confidence returning as he began to kiss and nibble at Tom’s collarbone. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” he teased, his hands sliding lower to cup Tom’s ass. Toms hand wandered up to Steven’s neck and he pressed a finger inside the gab at his neck. Steven was wearing a kind of skinlike suit obviously. So his muscle were also fake. With new excitement and recurrent erection he presses his whole hand inside this gap. Steven let out an intensive moan and a shiver runs down to Tom’s spine. It felt incredible wet and warm underneath. It felt like intruding into Steven’s body. Steven opened his eyes. *Now, about that muscle suit…”

Tom’s pulse quickened as Steven squeezed his cheeks appreciatively, and he felt a surge of anticipation. “What about you wearing it now?* he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Tom nodded absently, Stevens eyes gleaming with mischief. “And the mask too. I think you’d make a great Henry Cavill.”

Tom hesitated for a moment, then laughed under his breath. “God, I must be insane,” he muttered, but there was no real doubt in his mind. The idea of stepping into the role of the Hollywood hunk was intoxicating, and the thought of wearing that mask—this time over his own face—was almost too thrilling to resist.

Without another word, Tom knelt down and began unzipping the muscle suit at Steven’s back, after Steven had shown him the hidden zipper. Steven had to get rid of his trousers and shorts. The material of the suit was sticky with sweat, and the faint chemical smell of latex mingled with their musky scents. Carefully, he peeled the suit away from Steven’s body, revealing the man’s true form underneath. The suit was torso and legs with areas exposing his real penis and butthole. Steven wasn’t as muscular as Henry’s image had suggested, but his physique was still impressive, and Tom couldn’t help but admire the way his toned muscles flexed as he moved.

Once the suit was fully removed, Tom stood and held it up, inspecting it closely. The craftsmanship was extraordinary, and he marveled at the way the contours of the muscles had been perfectly replicated. “This is incredible,” he said, his voice filled with awe.

Steven smirked, leaning back against the couch. “Glad you approve. Now, why don’t you try it on?”

Tom nodded, his excitement growing as he stripped out of his remaining clothes. Naked, he stepped into the muscle suit, feeling its snug fit as he pulled it up his legs and over his torso. He only struggled a little with his erected penis. The material clung to his skin, and he could feel the residual warmth of Steven’s body within it. The remaining sweat helped him to pull up the suit. When he reached the zipper at the back, Steven stepped forward to assist, fastening it securely behind him. He felt like becoming part of Steven at this moment.

Next came the mask. Tom picked it up, its silicone surface cool to the touch, and positioned it over his own face. As he smoothed it into place, the familiar slide slurping sound when adjusting it echoed in the room, and soon his features were completely concealed. The transformation was complete, and Tom couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. He watched himself in the near mirror and his erection was still strong, coming out of a sheet in the suit.

When he looked up, Steven’s eyes were wide with admiration. “Damn,” Steven muttered, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You’re perfect.”

Tom smiled, his new features shifting easily under his control. He felt the residing warmth and the sweat of Steven around him. It felt all his senses. It was like being completely absorbed by this strange man. “So, what now?” he asked, his voice altered slightly by the mask’s design.

Steven’s grin was predatory as he stepped closer, his hands reaching out to caress the newly enhanced muscles of Tom’s chest. “Now,” he said, his voice low and husky, “we fuck.”

Steven’s hands roamed over Tom’s chest, his fingers tracing the contours of the muscle suit. The material was smooth but clingy, accentuating every defined line and curve that Tom’s body now possessed. Steven’s touch was electric, sending shivers down Tom’s spine despite the mask hiding his expression. The heat between them was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to fill the room.

“You feel incredible,” Steven murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. His eyes locked onto Tom’s, studying the way the mask transformed his features into those of Henry Cavill. The illusion was stunning, and Steven couldn’t help but marvel at how seamlessly Tom had slipped into the role.

Tom smirked, feeling the confidence surge through him as he flexed his enhanced muscles. “You like what you see?” he asked, his voice slightly distorted by the mask but still carrying that unmistakable air of authority.

Steven chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made Tom’s heart race. “Oh, I like it all right,” he replied, his hands moving lower, sliding over the tight fabric of the suit to grip Tom’s ass. He squeezed firmly, eliciting a groan from Tom, who leaned into the touch.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered, his breath quickening as Steven’s hands continued their exploration. The sensation of being touched through the suit was thrilling, making him feel powerful and desired in a way he never had before. He could feel the sweat starting to form underneath the suit, mixing with the residual warmth of Steven’s own perspiration.

Steven’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he stepped back, pulling Tom with him. “Let’s move this to the bed,” he suggested, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Tom nodded eagerly, following Steven across the room to the large bed that dominated the space. The mattress was soft and inviting, and Tom couldn’t wait to sink into it. As they reached the bed, Steven pushed Tom gently backward, guiding him down onto the surface.

Tom fell back onto the mattress, his enhanced body landing with a soft thud. The muscle suit felt even tighter now, constricting his movements slightly but adding to the thrill of the moment. Steven climbed onto the bed after him, straddling Tom’s legs and leaning down to kiss him passionately. With his tongue he discovered all the little holes in the mask and slides with it under the mask tasting the mixed sweat of both guys.

The kiss was extremely intense, Steven’s lips pressing repeatedly hard against Tom’s masked face. The material of the mask muffled the sensation somewhat, but the heat and pressure were undeniable. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hands reaching up to grip Steven’s shoulders. Steven bit into the lips of the mask and pulled a little until letting it snap back in place with a smacking sound.

Steven broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to look down at Tom. “You ready for this?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

Tom nodded, his breathing heavy as he looked up at Steven. “Fuck yes,” he replied, his voice filled with determination.

With that, Steven moved, positioning himself between Tom’s legs and lining himself up with Tom’s erection. The muscle suit was tight, but there was a gap between his butt cheeks where Steven couldn’t make room for himself. He spit in his hands and wipes it around Toms hole. He pressed forward, entering Tom slowly but surely, reveling in the tightness and heat that surrounded him.

Tom groaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming him. The muscle suit added an extra layer of intensity, making every movement more pronounced and exciting. He could feel Steven’s cock inside him, filling him up completely, and it was everything he had hoped for.

Steven began to move, thrusting in and out of Tom with slow, deliberate strokes. Each movement was calculated, designed to maximize the pleasure for both of them. Tom’s hands clenched tightly around Steven’s waist, holding on as the sensations built inside him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Steven muttered, his voice strained with effort. His hips snapped forward with each thrust, driving deeper into Tom with every movement. He grabbed Tom’s artificial chest with both hands, massaged it and pulling strongly at the suit so that Tom was lifted even a little.

Tom’s head lolled back against the pillows, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The mask was starting to feel restrictive, the heat and humidity building up inside it making it somehow difficult to breathe. But he didn’t care; the pleasure was too great, too overwhelming to worry about anything else.

Steven’s pace quickened, his thrusts growing faster and harder as he neared his climax. Tom could feel the tension building in Steven’s body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement. It was exhilarating, knowing that he was the one driving Steven to this point.

“Almost there,” Steven growled, his voice low and guttural. His hips slammed into Tom’s with brutal force, the impact reverberating through both of their bodies.

Tom’s own orgasm was close, the pressure building in his groin as Steven continued to pound into him. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, waiting for the release that would send him over the edge.

“Come on,” Steven urged, his voice sharp and commanding. “Give it to me.” With saying this he bent forward and grabbed the hair of the mask. He pulled hard upward without caring to destroy the mask. The entire face seemed to stretch unlimited just hold by Tom’s chin. The eyeholes just showed empty spots. Tom’s heart pounded wildly. The slurping sound was strong as the mask peeled away like a wip, revealing the sweaty face which showed pure extasy.

Those impressions were enough to push Tom over the edge. With a loud cry, he came, his body convulsing around Steven’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. The sensation was indescribable, pure ecstasy coursing through his veins as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

Steven followed soon after, his own release hitting him hard as he buried himself deep inside Tom. He groaned loudly, his body trembling as he emptied himself into Tom, the sensation of release almost too much to bear.

They lay together for a moment, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their passion. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

Finally, Steven pulled out of Tom, sitting back on the bed and looking down at him. “Damn,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “That was… something else.”

Tom grinned, touching his own muscular body. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice still slightly breathless. “It really was.”

Steven leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Tom’s head. “You did good,” he said, his tone warm and affectionate. “Very good.”

Tom smiled, feeling a sense of pride wash over him. He had taken on the role of Henry Cavill and had done it well, giving Steven the experience of a lifetime. It was a surreal feeling, one that he knew he would never forget.

Steven stood up, stretching his arms above his head. “Alright,” he said, his voice light and cheerful. “Let’s get you out of that suit.”

Tom nodded, sitting up and preparing himself for the process of stripping off the muscle suit. As Steven helped him out of the suit, Tom couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of losing the persona he had just inhabited. It had been exhilarating, stepping into someone else’s shoes and experiencing life from a different perspective.

But as Steven peeled the muscle suit off him, exposing his own body once again, Tom realized that the experience wasn’t over. He grabbed the mask and kissed the empty mouth gently entering his tongue into it. There were more masks, more suits, more opportunities to explore and transform. And with Steven by his side, he knew that the possibilities were endless.

to be continued…

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Nightmare

“Fuck, I smelled damn good,” said Alex as he huffed his own tank that reeked with sweat after the hard fought battle minutes ago

He continuously inhaled to the glorious teenage musk of his own while rubbed his defined torso. He smiled devilishly as he remembered the process of him taking over the body of Alex Donovan

It was a regular night for Alex, the 18 year old track and field star just finished his dinner with his family and headed upstairs for some late night bath. He already showered in the school but he still felt dirty so he jumped into his tub and enjoyed the warm water

After finishing his bath, he checked his schedule for tomorrow, nothing that important, no task, no quiz, another normal day tomorrow, probably going to have some game night in Parker’s home is the only “abnormal” schedule for tomorrow. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt a weird presence but he brushed it off and then he has a dream….. a nightmare some might said

In the nightmare, he saw Lyle, the nerd that always sit behind him in every class they shared, floating above his body. Lyle smile devilishly and then suddenly rushed to his torso, filling him up. He twitched his face and groaned

“Fuck…..please stop….unghhhhh….what the hell are you doing???”

But Lyle seemed careless about what Alex said and keep pushing deeper and deeper, filling every inch of Alex’s body. Alex felt the numbness as he begin to lose control of his own body due to Lyle’s unbelievable force. Lyle already filled Alex’s legs and his left side of his body but Alex resisted to gave up and he shot his eyes wide open and as soon as that happened, Lyle pushed out from Alex body. Alex sat on his bed, clearly having a hard time processing the nightmare that felt so real and then after taking a deep breath, decided to go back to sleep, this time covering all his body with the blanket

Apparently, that’s not the end for Alex’s nightmare as the nightmare continues. Alex felt a weird pressure in his ass, like there’s something that pushed his ass and it turned out to be Lyle that made his way now from underneath the jock bed, creating an entrance from the jock ass. The fact that Alex always sleep freeballing make it easier for Lyle to pushed himself in. Alex trashed madly in his bed as he fought the “foreign” power but he’s just too weak because this time Lyle took control limb by limb quickly. As Alex whole body already taken over, Lyle rubbed his sweaty torso with his left hand and the other hand stroking his cock that somehow becoming hard from the possession process. Feeling super threatened as he clearly can feel Lyle trying to also take over his head, Alex grunting as hard as he could, reclaiming control over his body slowly yet surely. The resilient spirit of the jock finally triumphed as Lyle, once again pushed out from Alex’s body. Alex instantly wake up, his tank drenched in sweat like he just finished a marathon, due to the horror and as he sat again on his bed, he saw Lyle standing on his bedside, still with the devilish smile, but it’s quite translucent, or transparent, it’s not like a solid 3D figure, more like holographic image.

Alex, who still thought it’s still a dream, touched Lyle but his hand passed through it and then suddenly Lyle lunged to Alex’s unprepared body. He tried to stop Lyle but it was no use as Lyle quickly took over Alex whole body and mind. The jock is too tired to put up another fight and finally surrendered to the nerd. As soon as he take full control over Alex body, Lyle’s eyes darted to the prize, the huge 8” cock that ready to be pumped. He grabbed it and furiously jacked it. Alex muscle memory turned out to be helpful as it just made the bating easier and hotter because it was the way Alex always used, the easiest way to turned on this jock. As the cum shot all over the bed, so does Alex’s spirit that pushed out alongside his cum, and his soul sent straight to Lyle’s body. After that, Lyle back to sleep in exhaustion with Alex’s body under his control

“Alex, breakfast is ready!” said Alex mom from downstairs

“A minute!” shouted Alex

“Well, should I come down with a shirt or without? Uhmmm…..who need shirt with a body like this,” muttered Alex as he makes his way for a breakfast with his “family”

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Quickies: Accent Switch

Esteban was estactic, he had just earn a major part in a popular show called Dawson’s Deek. Only problem, his role had a thick Texan accent. Esteban already had a Portuguese accent, so the job was even harder for him. Consequently, he decided to study his text at an abandonned farmhouse to put himself in character. As soon as he entered, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, but he took it as his brain assimilating the atmosphere of the place. He sat on a stack of hay and looked at his dialogues.

“That’s weird, it’s very cold in here,” remarked Esteban as he watched the sun shining outside.

The temperature dropped even lower.

“Jeez, perhaps I should put a jacket on,” Esteban said.

“Naw. Don’t cover them muscly arms uh churs,” spoke a bodiless voice.

Esteban gazed around him, but found noone. 

“Someone’s here?” he asked.

All of a sudden, a translucent man appeared in front of him. Progressively, his face got more defined.

Esteban’s eyes opened wide. “Hugh Miller?! No way! You’re one of the most famous actors of all time.”

The middle-aged man laughed as he rubbed his beer belly. 

“Thank you, city boy,” he replied.

“Why are you here?” Esteban asked.

“Well, I’m here to help ya,” Hugh said with a smile before he dug a necklace out of his pocket. “You see this? It’s gonna inspire ya durin’ filmin’.”

Esteban grabbed the pendant. “Wow, thanks!” he said before he put it around his large neck.

Hugh snickered. “No, thanks tuh ya.” 

At the very moment Esteban’s skin got in contact with the necklace, the jewel glowed.

“Ready or not, here I come,” Hugh said as he dove into the necklace.

“UUuuuung!!! What’s happening?!” Esteban shouted.

The young man felt another presence within him. It’s as if ectoplasmic fat had slid under his muscles. Esteban tried to move, but he could nothing apart from grunting and trembling.

“AAaarrrgh!” Esteban grunted.

After a certain struggle, the Brazilian actor lost consciousness. Then, he slowly opened his eyes. After he sat up, he watched over his hands and smirked.

“Yeah. It fuckin’ worked,” Esteban said with a strong Texan accent.

The young actor clenched his fists as he admired his veins popping out and his biceps rolling against the fabric his shirt. Soon, he stripped off his clothes and started to touch himself. He loved his beefy body, perhaps too much. The spirit possessing Esteban soon realized his host was gay. Hugh did not mind fucking with the director to stay on the show, but his vessel is gonna sure live up to the Ladykiller persona Hugh had when he was still alive.

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Step-Bro Switch Up! (Re-Upload)

Instead of a new story this week I’ve decided to re-upload an old favourite instead. As some of you may or may not know, the original version was completely wiped from the surface of the internet by Tumblr to the point where there wasn’t even a trace of its existence. I wasn’t even notified of this when it happened which feels like it’s own separate issue considering it was my biggest ever story but I digress. I thought that now might be the appropriate time to re-unleash this story upon the world and allow those who loved the original to enjoy it once again and for those who never got a chance to read the original to discover it for the first time. That said I’m hoping to come out with some new and fresh content very soon but in the meantime I hope you all enjoy this return of an old classic!

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I found myself waking up at 6:30am in the morning which was rather unusual for me but not so much for my body. I soon realised why though as a low rumble came from my stomach. With a sigh I slid out of bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping jock beside me in the process. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear, instead walking to the kitchen buck naked.

I waltzed up to the fridge, opening it up before pulling out a carton of juice. After taking a few huge gulps I lick my lips and let out a deep belch. Next thing I’m rummaging through to see what I can make for breakfast. Had to make sure I kept this big body fed after all. Can’t let all my step-brother’s hard work go to waste. Confused? Well let me start at the beginning…

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A few years back not long after I turned 20 my mom met a guy named Devin who she soon started dating. Pretty big guy with a bearish ex-jock physique. He was 45 at the time so a similar age to my mom and they seemed to get along great. I certainly didn’t mind having some extra dilf eye candy around the house every now and then. I soon learned however that Devin was also a single Dad with a 22 year old son which certainly peaked my interest.

When I first met him I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. He introduced himself as Sam but I was almost too hypnotised by his looks to notice. He was the perfect image of a star college jock with enormous well rounded muscles that bulged under his clothes while standing at an imposing 6’3, practically dwarfing my lean 5’8 frame. And of course he was devilishly handsome too because the hot body wasn’t already enough, even having a great full beard that I was jealous of. I even remember how I had to hide my pulsing boner after he pulled me in for a quick bro hug, his manly scent getting caught in my nostrils.

After that Sam became a frequent part of my jerk off fantasies. Could you blame me? Not only was he the epitome of masculinity but my god did he have an incredible ass. Whenever Sam had his back turned I couldn’t help but have my eyes glued to those massive globes, no doubt stretching whatever pants he was wearing. Honestly I felt truly blessed to be able to spend time around such a man.

Anyway fast forward about two years and my mom had already gotten married to Devin. It was an amazing ceremony but for half of it all I could think about was how me and Sam were now Step-Brothers. We were truly intertwined now. I didn’t think the idea of that would turn me on as much as it did. That fucking hunk, my brother.

Shortly after the wedding however, the roommate Sam had been sharing an apartment with decided to move out and live with his new partner. At first Sam had been considering downsizing to a smaller apartment but when he brought this up I knew this was my chance. I pounced on the opportunity and told him I’d been thinking of moving out for awhile and that it’d be cool to spend some more time with my new brother if he was down for that. To my excitement he actually accepted and the next thing I know I’m moving my stuff out of my moms house and into Sam’s apartment. I was surprised at how clean it all was for the most part. Then again Sam wasn’t your typical dumb jock either, he always seemed very mature and put together.

The two of us got on pretty well living together. We tried to respect each other’s space and chatted a lot as good friends. Luckily I did well to hide my excitement whenever I saw him walking around shirtless, showing off his huge hairy chest, or god forbid only a pair of tight boxer briefs. The day I first saw that was the day I nearly creamed myself on the spot. Oh and while I respected his space when he was around, whenever I was home alone I couldn’t help but give into the devil on my shoulder before rummaging through his room. I tried not to take anything but every time without fail I’d sift through his dirty laundry, pulling out whatever sweaty clothes I could find and relishing in the smell.

For about 6 months that’s how my life was. Living under the same roof as my hot step-bro while trying not to let him see my dirty secret. That is until I found a certain little spell online. Pretty much I’d been searching up some fetishy body swapping stuff online and ended up stumbling across some weird body swapping ritual. Of course I didn’t believe it but the masses of comments on the page claiming it to have worked peaked my interest.

Next thing I know I’m up in the middle of the night waiting until I was certain that Sam was asleep before sneaking into his room. It didn’t take long for me to find the pair of yellow underwear he’d had on that day, giving it a quick sniff before stuffing it in my pocket and retreating back to my room. Once there I was able to start the ritual. I placed the underwear in the middle of a circle I’d drawn on the floor surrounded by candles before chanting some magical phrases that were supposed to enchant them. I can’t tell you how stupid I felt at that moment but I continued on anyway, finishing everything I needed to say before grabbing the underwear again. At that point all I had to do was wear it.

I yanked on Sam’s ‘enchanted’ yellow briefs with the hope that my wish would come true but as I’d expected, nothing happened. With a sigh I cleaned up the mess I’d made with this ritual stuff, feeling like an idiot as I did before heading to bed. I decided to keep Sam’s oversized briefs on though because just wearing them was making me hard even if I was still myself. I remember I’d begun to jack off in them, imagining how hot it’d be to see him wearing them after I’d stained them with my cum. That is until a wave of tiredness swelled across my body and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

It seems I must’ve underestimated that ritual because overnight something truly magical took place. When I awoke I already knew something was off when I noticed my feet hanging off the edge of my bed. I sat up in confusion only to feel much heavier than normal while looking down the bed to see a pair of much larger feet. Next thing I yank off my bed sheets only to find a massive, hairy, muscular body that certainly wasn’t my own.

Right away I was running my hands along the ridges of my abs before grasping the heft of my giant new pecs, loving all the fur as I was previously rather hairless. Jumping out of bed I was quick to discover that my lower body was just as hairy and impressive with huge quads, and impressive calves. And then it started to hit me. I didn’t realise it at first as I’d never seen it from this angle but these giant legs, these bulging arms, these bulbous pecs… they all seemed exactly like Sam’s! I was even still wearing his briefs which now clung tightly to my form as I didn’t fail to notice the familiar bulge in the front. Only… it was my bulge!

At that moment I knew what must’ve happened but my rational mind pleaded that it was impossible. Still I burst out of my room and made a beeline for the bathroom and what I saw in the mirror made me want to cheer, shout and most of all cream my new underwear. I saw none other than the sexy bearded face of my step-brother staring back in disbelief.

As you can imagine I spent the next 20 or so minutes inspecting every inch of my new muscle bound body. I did all sorts of poses to show off my physique in every way, pulled different kinds of weird faces in the mirror, relished in rubbing my hands through the full beard I was never able to grow before. Having the body I’d been lusting over for these past years at my disposal felt like some kind of lucid wet dream. But it was real! From my brother’s handsome face, to his giant muscle ass, to even his fat cock! All mine!

Soon enough I’d yanked off the underwear and started pumping my dick in ecstasy, loving how my hand only just fit the whole way around. Waves of pleasure cascading across my new body as I used my free hand to grope at my hairy pecs, the deep groans I let out only making me hornier. Before I could shoot my new seed however, I heard a scream come from what I can only guess was Sam’s room. Up until now I hadn’t even thought about the real him but judging by that scream I had only one guess as to what’d happened.

Instead of slipping the boxer briefs back on I decided to grab a towel instead and wrap it around my waist. I didn’t want him to think something was up to see me already wearing his clothes after all. With that I turned to the mirror one last time, scanning my face and upper body again with wonder. I still couldn’t get over it.

Upon entering Sam’s room I was somewhat surprised to see an exact copy of myself stood freaking out at his body. I should’ve been expecting it but it was still extremely weird nonetheless. Then, as he saw me stood in the doorway, he went silent. Naturally he was in shock for a good moment or two but as soon as it passed he began shouting a bunch obscenities at me. Demanding who the fuck I was and how I looked like him. He even tried to punch me which I’ll be honest wasn’t all that scary considering I was now twice his size.

Right then I knew I had a few ways I could go about this. I could admit that I caused this to happen, I could tell him that I had no clue how any of it happened, or even pretend to be completely oblivious and act as if I was really Sam. The horny devil on my shoulder told me to rub it in his face that I now had his irresistible jock body and that he was stuck with my unathletic one but I couldn’t. Sure we weren’t super close or anything but he was always friendly towards me and was never a dickhead so I decided to take it easy on him.

I pretended to be just as confused as he was, saying who I really was but not having any idea how this happened. I think I was pretty convincing. We ended up sitting in his room and discussing it for what felt like hours, going over everything that happened last night as Sam tried to comprehend the situation. Of course he only went on and on about finding a way to fix this and I had to pretend as if I cared, trying not to get distracted by my own body. In fact there were multiple points where I had to keep hiding the tent starting to grow under my towel because of how hot it was to look down and see a shelf of muscle sitting on my chest.

Eventually I was able to convince him that we weren’t going to figure this out any time soon so we had to start thinking about how we were going to live each overs lives. As you can imagine he wasn’t all that fond of this idea, protesting it at first but eventually came to see reason. I suggested we should start discussing all the important details we’d need to know but before that I wanted to get some actual clothes on. I had to try not to grin while telling him to get out of my room while I changed. Though I couldn’t help dropping the towel just before he left and showing off the meaty cock and impressive ass he used to have. I caught him glancing back with a look of envy, the very same look I used to give.

Of course getting dressed in Sam’s clothes was an erotic experience in itself. All of these large shirts, pants, briefs and socks that would’ve swamped my former body now fitting me perfectly. I must’ve spent at least 15 minutes or so just trying on different clothes while jerking my cock a little in between until I heard a knock at the door and my former voice asking what the hell was taking so long. With a sigh I tucked my new toy away and waltzed out in what I was currently wearing. A pair of well fitting black shorts and a large pair of black and white socks. I didn’t bother grabbing a shirt since I just couldn’t help but show off this bod. Could you blame me?

When he asked what I’d been doing I simply said I was trying on clothes. He knew there was more to it than that but decided he didn’t really wanna know. Instead we opted to both take a seat in the living room and start discussing things. I told him everything he needed to know about my retail job, which wasn’t a whole lot to be honest, as well as my friend group and what my daily routine was like. Afterwards Sam begrudgingly did the same for me, telling me all about his part time job as a fitness instructor at the local gym and that if we were stuck like this then I’m gonna need to learn how all gym equipment works and fast. He also gave me some inside info on his own friend group as well as walking me through what his football practice is like with the team. Part of me was worried hearing all this as I was beginning to wonder if I could really pull off being Sam but at the same time I was excited beyond belief to get into these social situations and convince people of the new me.

Thankfully it was Sunday so neither of us had a whole lot going on that day which gave us plenty of time to think and adjust without stressing. I spent most of it half naked and I loved catching glimpses of Sam glancing at his former body as I showed it off, even getting a little cocky by flexing every now and then which he didn’t appreciate all that much. Honestly I was surprised at how hungry I was as well and just how much I was able to eat. I mean I guess it made sense since a body this big needs a lot of fuel. Sam helped me a little with my meals though, making sure there was a bunch of protein and healthy calories to make sure I was feeding his body correctly. Later that day he also got me to head out for some cardio which I wasn’t too thrilled about at first but I actually kinda enjoyed it once I got running. I especially enjoyed my new sweaty scent that produced during it, not being able to help sniffing my pits when I got back. Of course Sam told me to go get a shower but before I did I couldn’t help swiftly grabbing him and shoving his face into my musky pits, laughing as he squirmed for a moment before letting him go. I apologised after through my laughter though I couldn’t help but smirk subtly as despite his face looking disgusted, the slight bulge in his pants told another story.

The next day however was when the real challenge started. After breakfast Sam gave me a list of what exercises to do at the gym. I’ll be honest I didn’t know half of them and had to look them up on the way. That walk to the gym however was the first time I noticed the difference in my interactions. Before people wouldn’t pay much mind to me but now as I passed people on the street I’d get some smiling and glancing at me, some giving me an envious once over, others even saying hi to me in a bit of a flirty way. Mostly from girls which even though I was gay I still enjoyed the flattery. Once I was at the gym though, I was in the zone. It’s weird but it was like muscle memory took over. I performed each and every exercise perfectly while loving the pump I was getting. Once again I was having to hide my boner at many points since I couldn’t help but get off to how fucking strong I was now. It did and still does feel absolutely incredible!

Later that day I headed to Sam’s usual football practice with a bunch of his jock friends. Initially I was worried I wouldn’t fit in but I somehow found myself easily slotting into the jockbro mindset and was soon laughing and joking with the boys. It was the same when we started playing, right away it was like my body just moved on its own, knowing exactly what to do and how to play. It was then that I realised I must’ve somehow absorbed a lot of Sam’s skill, know-how and personality when I took his form and I was gradually unlocking it all by putting myself in these situations. Although I don’t think I was playing as well as Sam usually does, not because of a lack of skill but because I was constantly distracted watching all those jock butt’s and bulges squeezed into those football uniforms. Surely at least one of them had to be gay right?

After getting home I found Sam sat on his laptop looking up all sorts of body swapping theory stuff. Of course most of it was fake but he was clearly desperate to get his body back. Sure there might be an off chance he could find the site I used but that a one way transfer according to the spell. Knowing this I told him to not get his hopes up and to just try and make use of the hands we’ve been dealt. As you can imagine he didn’t take that very well at the time.

From then onwards though, I’d say things were pretty easy. I easily convinced my new dad and former mom, now step-mom that I was their good ol hairy jock of a son. I was able to pull off being a fitness instructor with relative ease after going around the gym and using each piece of the equipment to trigger the memories of how to use it properly. I’d convinced all of Sam’s friends inside and outside of the football team that I was him. I’ll say that it took me awhile to fully get used to hearing my new name but whenever I did it was like music to my ears.

I’ve gotta say though, living with the former Sam was more fun than I thought it’d be. I figured it would’ve been weird initially after the switch and that we’d have to go our separate ways but even after just over a week of being Sam I was having so much fun messing with him. For example I almost never wore a shirt around the house, always showing of my huge hairy pecs and whenever I’d catching him staring I’d give a little pec bounce until he looked away in annoyance. I’d frequently pull him in for ‘brohugs’ where I’d either squish him against my chest or trap him under one of my pits until I saw him getting a semi. He’d alway deny having one though which is why I decided to set up a fun little experiment.

Turns out that Ian, one of the other jocks on the football team, was in-fact gay. Wasn’t hard to decipher after noticing his frequent glances at my ass in locker room, not that I can blame him, and how much he blushed when I gave his jock butt a slap after practice. Next thing you know we’re making out under the locker room showers while groping up each overs bodies. It was insane since before I would’ve considered Ian to be light years out of my league but now I had him on his knees with his lips wrapped around my shaft to which I then soon returned the favour. It was here that I got my experiment idea.

Yesterday after practice, I pulled Ian aside and asked him to come back to my place. He was quick to agree and before you know it we were stumbling into mine and Sam’s shared apartment. My former body jumped up off the couch and asked what Ian was doing here. ‘To have some fun’ I believe my response was being making out with Ian in front of him and dragging the other jock back towards Sam’s-well my bedroom. As Ian and I stumbled onto the bed, kissing along each overs bodies as we slowly undressed, I made sure to leave the door open just a crack.

One thing lead to another and before long Ian had his face buried into a pillow as I buried my cock in his ass and I made no attempt to be subtle about, groaning and grunting and my balls smacked against that supple butt. Throughout our amazing fuck session I made sure to keep glancing back at the door and finally I caught exactly what I was waiting for. I saw none other than Sam peeking through the crack in the door and lightly tugging at my former dick. That was all the confirmation I needed that my little bro was just as much of a homo as I was no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

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And that more or less brings us up to the present, waking up early in the morning with Ian fast asleep beside me and being called into the kitchen by my growling stomach. As I searched through the fridge to see what else I could find to satisfy my hunger, I heard a cough coming from behind. Whipping my head around I saw none other than Sam with a judgmental look on his face.

“Don’t gimme that look, you’ve seen all this before.” I say, shaking my hairy ass a little before flexing. Sam rolled his eyes. “No no no don’t act like you don’t love seeing me show off your body, I saw you peeking in on me and Ian last night.”

Sam’s face went bright red. “W-w-what? N-no I didn’t!”

Immediately I shushed him, not wanting to wake Ian before stepping closer. “Oh come on don’t lie, I know you jacked off to it. So what was your favourite bit? The part when you got to see me using your body to pound into another buff dude and fill his ass with your cum? Or the part where you watched Ian totally dominate me afterwards and go to town on your former hairy bubble ass?” By this point Sam was completely speechless knowing that he’d been caught.

With that I lifted up an arm, exposing one of my pits to him but this time I didn’t shove him in it. “Go on, you know you want to. You can try and hide it all you want but you love seeing me show off your body, you love watching me adopt all your little habits, you love watching me slip perfectly into you jocky lifestyle. Just embrace it lil’ bro” He stares at me then at my pit. I could see it in his eyes. Pure lust. And then just as I’d hoped, he gave in to it. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear as he voluntarily presses his nose into my pit, huffing my musk like a drug. I was even more surprised when he pulled away and immediately dropped to his knees, drooling at the sight of his former cock.

“C…can I suck it?” He asked while grasping it gently in his hand.

“Only if you agree to only address me as Sam from now on, even when we’re alone.” I state looking down at his hungry eyes. He nods in compliance and with that I put a hand on the back of his head and press him down onto my dick, letting him slobber all over it. “But don’t get too used to this. I’m planning on making Ian my boyfriend in the future and I wanna be faithful ya know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”

With that everything has finally fallen into place. The old Sam has finally accepted our new roles, I’ve assumed my new identity perfectly and I might even have a hot new boyfriend soon. My life couldn’t be anymore perfect right now…

[y00-nie]

"Time for you to get out" I said unlocking the car, feeling my new body's confidence infuse in me.

"What- what?" My former body said. He was looking down at my former fragile body in dismay.

"You heard me, go enjoy your new life, I know I'm going to enjoy this" I said grabbing my bulge in my tight jeans.

"No you can't-" he said.

"Or what? You were discreet on grindr for a reason" I said taunting him. "Enjoy being out of the closet, you don't have anything to hide" I said as I kicked him out. I turned to the rearview mirror flexing my large muscles, and feeling my full beard with the smuggest grin on my face.

I've been doing this for years. I have a special ability that allows me to swap bodies with people after having sex with them. My favorite is hopping into flamboyant twinks, and having sex with discreet older men, completely changing their lifestyles. Plus then, I get to enjoy being in some older daddy bodies, which I prefer. I definitely can't wait to wear this body for a while, but more imporantly getting home before this dude's wife does so I can take some extra time to myself.