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Fatso's Ghostly Escapade!

It has been a while since Fatso the big blue ghost has enjoyed himself with a delicious hunky fleshie to inhabit, and he has been itching to get back out there and have the time of his afterlife.

Usually, Fatso possesses a fleshie alongside his two brothers, Stinky and Stretch, however, this time Fatso went on his own outing so he could have some more privacy in whatever activities he had planned.

Fatso decided to fly out to the busy street of Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, a place that is packed with fleshies all eager to see the sights of the city of angels and stars.

Fatso flies over the herds of fleshies invisible to not cause a scene, the big guy is looking for a certain kind of fleshie, a fleshie who is beefy, hunky, and would make any man stare.”Let’s see what I get today. This time I do NOT want the fat guy!” Fatso intends to take over the sexiest fleshie he can find so that he can become the talk of the town.

Fatso keeps on his search when he sees something that almost makes him reveal himself out of excitement, Fatso sees his next victim. The man is tall, dark, and handsome with bulging muscles and a face that can get anything he wants.

Fatso’s eyes pop out of his head as he ogles the fleshie up and down.”Ooh! Look what we have here… the man of my dreams! Hubba Hubba!” The man walks across the street wearing all gray and black with a leather jacket as he seems to be in a rush. The fleshie jumps into a cab as Fatso decides to join in on the ride.

Fatso sits next to his soon-to-be body in the backseat of the car as his fleshie gets comfortable and opens up his phone. Fatso thinks to himself, “Now why were you in a rush, you sexy slab of meat…”

Fatso peaks at the man’s phone as he opens up an app that is quite familiar with Fatso, the yellow app known as Grindr. Fatso scoffs, “Hahaha now THIS is what I am talking about! Fleshie you are PERFECT! I cannot wait to get my hands on you big guy!” Fatso is getting hornier and hornier as he thinks about squeezing inside this hunk of a man.

Fatso wants to see what his fleshie has in mind as he sees the fleshie messaging someone. The messages read; “Hey r u on ur way Brandon?” “Yup just got in the cab, can't wait till you see you” “Can't wait I'm waiting in bed”.

Fatso sees these messages, “Ohh I see fleshie… ‘Brandon’ is on his way to a hookup, well I hope there is room for a THIRD! Bahahaha” Fatso laughs to himself as the car shakes slightly from his large vibrating form.

Brandon gets to his destination as Fatso trails him, Brandon enters the apartment complex and gets rings to get inside. As Brandon walks in he seems to have to use the restroom so he runs over to the bathroom to relieve himself before he makes his way to his hookup’s room. “It's time to get this show on the road fleshie! Haha!” Fatso knows it's time to take over his fleshie as he prepares to take possession of Brandon. 

Brandon gets into the bathroom and quickly takes a piss as he lets out a sigh and zips up, before he leaves the bathroom he makes sure he looks in the mirror. Brandon is checking himself out when he hears some noises coming from a closed stall. “What was that?” Brandon questions as he turns his head to a stall he knows was left open when he first walked in. The stall looks like it's shaking and rumbling causing Brandon to want to take a closer look. “Is someone there?” Brandon walks up to the stall and opens the door to see no one. “What the heck is going on?” All Brandon sees is an empty stall as he notices the toilet is vibrating, Brandon steps forward until he is standing above the toilet looking down into the bowl.

“Hey fleshie… turn around…”

Brandon whips his head up and quickly turns around with a confused look on his face as he sees a large pudgy ghost with piercing orange eyes looking directly at him almost completely blocking the stall door.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! What are you?!” Brandon shrieks

Fatso laughs and grins, “The name’s Fatso, and you caught my eye you sexy fleshie!” Brandon tries to run out of the stall but Fatso bounces Brandon back like a giant balloon which causes Brandon to stumble onto the toilet behind him.

“Oh Fleshie, why leave so soon, it's only the beginning of our fun escapade together, or should I say… MY fun escapade INSIDE you!” Fatso starts to move closer to Brandon.

Brandon looks up at Fatso while he scoots back as much as he can, “What do you want from me?! This can't be happening!” Brandon looks terrified as Fatso gets up close and personal with him, rubbing his ghostly belly against his knees as the chubby ghost gets eye-level with his prey. Fatso looks Brandon in the eyes, “Hehe Possession is 9/10s the law and you are ALL MINE!” Fatso charges back as Brandon goes wide-eyed. “NOW OPEN UP FOR FATSO!” Fatso flings forward towards Brandon as Fatso slams into Brandon’s crotch looking for his way in.

Brandon tries to get up but the immense force of Fatso keeps Brandon stuck on the toilet seat. Fatso phases through Brandon’s jeans and finds Brandon’s flaccid rod, “Ooooh! Why hello there big guy! Hehe, don't mind if I do!” Fatso begins to press against Brandon’s rod as his head slurps in. Brandon moans and chills from the sudden cold and rubbery feeling of Fatso entering into him. Brandon immediately freaks out and pulls down his pants to see Fatso slurping inside him, “AHHH GET OUT!” Fatso continues to laugh as he slowly sinks into Brandon’s rod which causes Brandon to go hard and feels Fatso enter into his stomach. 

Brandon watches in horror as Fatso’s bulbous stomach slams into him, Brandon begins to push against against Fatso with his hands, “Get off of me!” Fatso starts to come back out of Brandon as Fatso groans slowly, “Awww come on Fleshie, let me in, I promise I will take great care of you!”

Fatso pops out of Brandon’s crotch as Fatso has a scolding look on his face, “You think are can keep me out fleshie, I’ll show you what it means to be taken over!” Brandon quickly gets up and makes a run out of the bathroom as Fatso flies forward and bodyslams into Brandon’s back causing Brandon to hit his head against the door and fall backward on his back. Brandon is in a daze as he opens his eyes and sees Fatso above him.

Fatso grins, “Thanks for making this easier for me fleshie, now open wide 'cause I’M COMING THROUGH!!!” Fatso dives down into Brandon’s mouth and he slams all his ghostly weight onto Brandon as his head and arms immediately go down into Brandon’s throat, “Now this is what I am TALKING ABOUT! Hahaha!”

Brandon cannot speak a word as he feels Fatso wiggle down his throat and feels Fatso begin to once again fill up his stomach. Fatso continues to flow into Brandon as his belly wiggles and squeezes slowly getting more and more of his ectoplasm down into his victim’s muscular body.

“GET READY FOR FATSO! BAHAHAHA!” Fatso laughs as Brandon groans in discomfort as he feels more and more of Fatso squeeze and rub against his insides. Fatso continues to squeeze and wiggle for a while until what is left is Fatso’s tail, “There we GO!” Fatso’s tail slurps into Brandon’s mouth and wiggles down his through with a popping sound.

Brandon’s eyes go wide as he immediately gets up off the floor now feeling extremely heavy and full since he is now carrying all of Fatso inside him. Brandon groans, “Ughhh I feel weird, please get out…” Fatso giggles in response, “Sorry fleshie but I am already getting VERY comfortable in my new home! You won’t mind if I stay for a while right?”

Brandon wobbles as he stands up and feels Fatso wiggling and moving in his body, he suddenly hears Fatso moan as he feels a lurch in his stomach and his body begins to move on its own. “Time for Fatso to take the reigns fleshie!” Fatso blurts out as Brandon’s body flails around the bathroom while both Fatso and Brandon groan and moan.

Brandon flings to his left and hits his stomach against the sink, “HEYYY there's precious cargo in here!” Brandon continues to shake uncontrollably as he feels Fatso move and expand in his body, almost like he is being put on like a suit. Brandon feels Fatso’s head squeeze into his own as he sighs, “Please don’t do this…” Fatso exclaims, “Don’t worry fleshie, Fatso is going to take GREAT care of you! Now let me take the driver’s seat for a while.” Fatso moans and lurches over as Brandon is gone and fatso is in control now.

Fatso walks up to the mirror in his new body examining himself and his sexy muscles and chiseled face, “Wow… never been in a fleshie this sexy before! This is going to be an amazing night!” Fatso gets a notification from the phone in his pocket and it reads, “Hey man what is taking so long, I'm ready to be fucked!” Fatso gets excited, “Ooh this is going to be fun!” Fatso walks out of the bathroom ready for his escapades.

Enjoying life

This is Carl, the fiancé of my daughter. Seems nice, huh?

Wrong. He is total dumbass. Fucking vanilla boring if you ask me. Healthy lifestyle and weight-lifitng. Fuck that. When I was young I just wanted to enjoy life. And I still do. The issue here is that I don't have much time left. Yeah, maybe I was enjoying my life way too much. Drinking, motorcycles, cigars. And as you can guess. I got cancer. The doctor said I might have weeks, maybe months.

And guess who appeared back in my life after hearing the news. Yeah, my daughter and her fucking Carl. I know they just want to get money from me. But you know what? I won't let them fuck with me like this. I got my own plans

As I started my plan. Set the money transfers, my will, my suicide note, everything. All I need now is for Kelly to leave for the trip with her friends. Kelly took her time, but eventually left.

Let's begin. I observed Carl on the balcony. Little fucker. Parading here shirtless just in a towel. I'll show you, you little brat

I ate enough shrooms and then approahced him.

"Hey, Mr. Bennett. You look a little pale. Are you ok?"

"When I will become you, I will be just fine." I pushed myself against him.

A dramatic battle of wills followed. He isn't so week as he seemed. But eventually I won anyway

I went to get the cigarettes I had stached on the balcony

"Finally I can enjoy atleast cigarettes. The cigars will have to wait for now."

I lit one and put it in my mouth. A familiar taste entered my new mouth.

I had two more after that one. Then I went to get some clothes from Carls wardrobe. I had to keep the plan going to get some alibi.

But suddenly Kelly appeared. "Hey, honey. Just forgot something to take with me. We' pushed the departure time for an hour, so I have some time to spend with you. Have you seen dad? Is he around somewhere?"

"No, I think he went to lie down. He wasn't feeling well."

Now, if you have a great moral compass, it's time for you to stop the story here. Because everything ended well and you can go to sleep.

If you stayed, well... You're just as a disturbing person as I am, so keep your judging for yourself.

Kelly took the towel and threw it behind her. We proceeded to kiss. But weirdly enough I was looking at her as another different woman. Not my daughter anymore. Than she went down a gave me a head. I can assure you that this girl is a pro and knows what she's doing. I have had my fare share of woman in my life before. But this has been one of the best blow jobs I have ever experienced.

And yeah. This is me now. I added some new tatoos to my body. Got myself a nice new collection of cigars and a motorbike. My new motorcycle is arriving on Tuesday, so I can't wait to enjoy my new life with Kelly. Carl and Kelly. Cute, huh?

Oh, and one thing. Carl forgot to mention to Kelly that he was bisexual. It was pretty wierd, when I was cheating on her with some girl and her boyfriend came, that I wanted to fuck him too. And I did. So yeah. I fuck with everybody I fancy now. Talk about enjoying life!

"Deos Fortioribus Adesse" or The Gods are on the side of the stronger. Sounds like Your God sided with me after all, because if He is on your side, He will not let me take control of your body and bring home this twunk to your bed for me to fuck.

But well, here we are now, Your Gods sided with me because He knows I'm the stronger and more deserving one to control this body. Talk about karmic retribution for being one pain in the ass customer for years, asshole

It's been a while since Jeff drives on his own, but it's not like there's a massive change in the way people drive their cars so it's not necessarily a problem for him to navigate. Plus, he lived in a rather mid-sized town with no dramatic changes for the past few decades so he still remembered the direction to all the places as if he just drove there yesterday

He also have no recollection when was the last time he dressed and packed up like this, nor his son, Caleb, ever did it in the last few years despite this being their shared hobbies, but he's confident that it's all there. The vision, the composure, the aim, that's not something that supposedly vanished even if his son mostly spent the time in his room with his dental patient. And even if it's not there, his son's eyesight and virility should be enough to make the sesison a well-spent time down the range

So, as he grabbed his loaded bag and hauled it out from the back of his Ford SUV, he inhaled and then exhaled these series of deep breath and smiled. He might be trapped in his house due to severe back pain that came with his age for years with none of his kids even paid him a visit, but he's finally free now and he's ready to do all the things he loved, even if it comes in the expense of his own son and the only one that actually paid him any attention. Maybe Caleb shouldn't give a fuck just like the rest of his siblings, probably he shouldn't be that nice after all......because being all nice and naive.....that's like placing a target on his own back to be used and manipulated by other people, and Jeff certainly hit bulls-eye in this case

The "stinky" Larry

-Bro, are you serious? You've only been in my body a couple of days and you're already screwing? when was the last day did you take a shower? - The "stinky Larry" as we used to call him for his lack of hygiene has taken over my life and my body thanks to the failed experiment of a group of Nerds in the science fair of our university. Our entire fraternity was required to attend the college science fair it's not like any of us had submitted any projects but it was required plus there were a couple of cute girls on some kind of project that involved them being naked and we really had to see that.

After satisfying our curiosity by watching Whatever College Girls Have Tried To Do we decided to walk around to see if anything was interesting before heading home to party. Unfortunately, stupid Larry was struck by a science project with bright lights and some lightning bolts. The experiment was supposed to allow two people to talk telepathically while touching the glowing object.

Well, apparently the experiment failed. Or so I think maybe it was payback for all the pranks we played on the nerd fraternity, especially stupid Larry whose hobby was Finding "fun" ways to torment those skinny smart guys.

Larry thought it would be fun to try the experiment. And pretending it hadn't worked, which was pretty silly, wasn't one of Larry's best jokes. I knew that would get them in trouble but I decided to go along with Larry. We volunteered as test subjects for the demo and we both touched the object, it was amazing that the machine worked although it was kind of weird hearing Larry's thoughts in my head. Larry started pretending like nothing was happening and said to the nerdy kids "dude you have to change the batteries on this piece of shit because I think it's broken"

Everyone in front of the experiment started laughing And that didn't make the nerds very happy Especially because the science fair Jury was Just evaluating their project at this point well it seems like they paid attention to Larry because when they increased the intensity of the machine he could now see through Larry's eyes. From one moment to another the machine overloaded and caused the fuse to blow in the entire university And the whole room lost power.

However I and Larry were stuck in each other's bodies, at first, it was very strange to see my body in something other than a mirror move on its own, it was even more strange to have to pretend to be the stupid of the air while all this was resolved. His body is nothing more than a trash can filled with gallons of beer and double cheese pizzas.

Damn, I can barely stand the awful stench that comes from my fat sweaty armpits to also have to stand the strong smell of larry's lack of showers now that it's fucking my body up, and I've bought every deodorant they sell at Walmart trying to hide the smell that comes from larry's body but it is impossible the bad smell is still here!

And while I have to be the stinky party animal Larry he doesn't seem to give a shit about my life and my reputation, if I don't get back in my body soon Larry will also make my body fit into a dump like the one I have now, it's impossible don't get frustrated when I hear they're going to take away my stinker moniker to give it to larry who's in my body now, I think I should pay the nerds a quick visit to make sure they finish fixing their stupid machine before larry ruins my life

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A policemans' tale - Part 3

Two months into his job as a police officer, Lennard couldn't be happier. He's doing a pretty good job at the station, and the chief is also very confident in him and his abilities as a police officer. In fact, he gave him a new partner, one greenhorn who just finished studying, to tell him the ins and outs of the job. Right now, the car is parked in a vacant parking lot. It's noon, and the shift is nearly over. Just two more hours to go. Mario, his new partner, had to go to the toilet, which is why Lennard is waiting inside the car, watching him enter a small gas station.

The sun is shining brightly through the front window, while Lennard is browsing his phone, looking at pictures of himself in uniform. Swiping the pictures away, an ominous feeling washes over him. It feels like hes being watched by someone, something lurking nearby. He looks left and right; there is no one in sight—just a few cars, a bird here and there, but nothing threatening. "Fuck." He chuckles; maybe he's just nervous. However, his body is tensing more and more, and the hair on the back of his neck is standing at attention.

Suddenly, he can hear something deep inside his mind. A noise, a low screeching sound, like somebody is scratching the whiteboard with rusty nails. It gets louder and louder—a pain-inducing sound. He closes his eyes and tries to cover his ears with his hands, but the sound is already echoing through his every thought. Lennard realizes that it seems like somebody or something is calling for him. "Lennard." A familiar yet distant voice mutters again and again.

"What is this?" He groans when the noise suddenly drops. The officer lowers his hands and opens his eyes. Again, no one was in sight. But then. "Can you hear me, boy?" That voice rings through his head once more, causing the cop to shake his head. "What? Who?" Lennard rubs his temple. "Lennard, do you hear me?" The voice says it in a more serious tone. Shaking his head and chuckling nervously, Lennard tries to play it off. "I must be exhausted. Hallucinating." He closes his eyes to concentrate, but then he can feel a presence inside him.

"You're not hallucinating, boy." The voice smirks. "I've been here for a while now." Lennard shakes his head and looks around. Where is he? "You cannot see me, boy." The man laughs mockingly. "It's inside your mind." Still chuckling nervously, Lennard looks into the rear view mirror, and inside his eyes, he can see something different. A faint shine is hiding behind them. "Who are you?" He says it worryingly. "This has to be a dream." He thinks to himself. "This can't be." For a few seconds, the voice is quiet before laughter echoes through his mind. "Not a dream, boy. Let me show you."

Lennard's heart beats through his chest; he can't breathe or move when his eyes close shut. He doesn't have control right now, and more and more flashes explode in front of his inner eye. Memories of the past few months The voice lets him live through these moments again. He remembers the first time he went under, inside a similar police car, just one week into this job. He feels his whole body going through it again, his partner chocking him hard, the music playing in the background, the commands. Obey. Relax. Stay calm and follow orders.

His breath quickens even more as he feels himself going under again. His dick turns rock-hard, edging him on, while all of his muscles try to burst through the tight uniform. Then, as it ends, another memory bursts to life. The second time, that man visited him at home. He went under in just an instant, his body already conditioned to follow this man's voice. The same voice as today. Unable to breathe, he opens his eyes and lets out a long, deep groan. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" Lennard shoots loudly, sweating heavily. "Liked what you saw?" The voice mocks, causing Lennard to look at his crotch, his dick bulging and twitching inside his tight pants.

"This is sick!" Lennard protests, but he cannot help but stroke himself firmly again and again. It's written into his mind; hearing the voice of his master is triggering him more and more. "You're a freak!" He hisses, looking around again.

"Im just going to take whats mine, Lennard." The voice smirks again. Lennard closes his eyes for a second, contemplating. "This has got to be a nightmare". He thinks as he feels himself growing weaker. "Don't fight it, boy; you're just making it harder for yourself." Lennard bites his lips and opens his eyes when he feels a familiar warmth spreading through his body, starting at the top of his spine and sending shivers down his back.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The cop growls as his back gets stiffer. All of his muscles and every fiber in his body are vibrating. "Taking over." The voice speaks calmly. Lennard tries to get out of the car, just away from him.

But somehow, the seatbelt acts as a restraint, growing tighter around his heavy chest. "LET ME GO." He thrashes around, but it's no use. "I love it when they try." The voice laughs, and Lennard's breathing gets heavier as it gets harder to breathe.

At the same time, he is touching himself, his dick getting bigger and bigger the more the warmth spreads through his body. Lennard feels it invading his chest, his abs, and his stomach. "FUCK." He looks down, his pecs hardening, and he tries to get the belt off, or at least his police vest. Still, no use at all. Quite the opposite.

His heart accelerates even more, and he's close to fainting due to pure pressure. It's hot and sweaty inside the car. He gasps for air, for relief, but the warmth keeps spreading right into his thick arms. "No. Please." He cries out as his muscles tense more than ever before. Looking at his sleeves, he can see something move underneath his skin.

Whatever that thing is, it's really inside him already. The warmth then reaches his fingerstips, and his arms go numb. He can't move them or feel them, but in horror, he watches them move again. The hand on his dick intensifies the grab, rubbing the twitching cock now firmly, while the other strokes across his chest, easily sliding underneath the vest to put more pressure on the chest.

"How do you feel now?" The voice mocks him as he's in pain, lonely tears running down his face. "Please, stop." He begs, but that feeling won't stop. Instead, it slowly spreads into his thighs, balls, and further down into his calves, feet, and toes. Lennard kicks violently until his legs go numb too.

He can only sit there, watching his body disobey him. "Nearly there, boy." The voice says, and the officer lets the hand stroke him even harder. Lennard is already sweating; his chest and heart are aching, while his hands wander across his whole body. Then he sees Mario inside the gas station, buying some snacks.

He tries to reach for the horn to make any noise, or maybe the holster around his thighs, but his arms and hands are not responding. "Nice try." The voice giggles. "There is no help for you now."

"Dont. Please." Lennard says, his eyes following his hand towards his cock again, before he grabs himself firmly. His dick is imprinting through the pants along his thighs, and he starts to jack him off. The warmth is still spreading; his chest feels fuzzy now, and his cock is filled with it too.

Still, he can feel the pressure, the pain, and the pleasure with every move of the hand. He shakes his head in one last attempt to break free. "Still so resilient? I like that." The voice laughs, and the feeling stops for a second. Lennard takes a deep breath, hoping for it to be over. But then, so quickly, the warmth spreads into his head and his mind, flooding it with more flashes of past overtakings.

It simply gets too much, and he feels his thoughts being washed away. He drools heavily, and it stains his vest. With his hand still massaging his cock, his eyes lose focus, and with multiple strong thrusts, his body shoots loads and loads of cum right into his briefs, the hot liquid even pressing through their fabric and into the navy blue uniform pants.

For a few more seconds, he sits there, his body stiff and rigid, before it slowly goes limp. Lennard regains his composure, his eyes gain focus, and he moves a hand to steady his heavy head. However, Lennard is gone; it's the voice who's leading that body now. His eyes are shining slightly as he looks into the rear-view mirror, admiring his pretty face.

He moves his hand towards his firm jawline and traces it with one finger while the other hand touches his wet, throbbing cock through the pants. "Finally." He groans, still feeling the pleasure radiating through every fiber of his body.

"I was waiting for this day," he says in the officer's voice, yet not his voice. A mixture of their voices, deep, rough, yet smooth at times. The man starts to touch himself—his chest and neck—feeling his biceps pressing against the tight shirt and vest. "Even better than expected." He smirks, still rubbing his cock firmly. There is a huge wet spot covering his crotch, but this just makes him hard again. And the smell is so good.

Lennards aftershave is easily covering up the faint scent of cum, but it's slowly but surely getting heavier inside the car. He exhales deeply, his body still sore from the hostile takeover. "Fuck, this feels good." The officer leans his head back, enjoying this moment. He licks his lips, taking a closer look at the tattoos, which are beautifully drawn, making him even hotter. Looking at himself in the mirror, he flexes his huge arms one by one.

But then, his eyes spot Mario slowly walking towards the car, some snacks in hand, and when he sees 'Lennard' he smiles. "There he is." 'Lennard" smiles back and quickly picks up his phone from the floor, looking through it for a very special video. The door opens, and Mario gets inside. "It was a mess in there." He says, sitting down, turning his face towards 'Lennard'. "I hope I didn't catch anything." Mario giggles and hands his partner a bag of sweets, but he doesn't respond.

Just then, he notices the state 'Lennard' is in. Messed up hair and face, dranched in sweat, his vest and pants stained, and ultimately a mess. "Are you ok, Lenny?" Mario says, his eyes slowly wandering down his partner's body, catching him stroking his dick through the wet pants while going through his phone. "What the fuck?" he says, but looking into 'Lennards' eyes interrupts him. They're shining ever so brightly—multiple colors at once, it seems. Mesmerizingly, they spin slightly, and it gets worse once their eyes meet. "I never felt better." 'Lennard' smirks, but it's not his usual voice. "Whaat...what happened?" Mario stutters, his eyes pulling back from that burning gaze and back to the hand rubbing that massive cock.

"I took what was mine." 'Lennard' says, placing a hand at the officer's shoulder, right next to his neck. This causes Mario to flinch and look back into those eyes. "Yours?" He says quietly, and 'Lennard' just raises his phone right into his face. "Watch this, and you will understand." The video plays, and instantly, the car is filled with ear-piercing music. The officer tries to pull away, flinching again, but 'Lennard' holds him in place. "Whatt?" He says this, and his eyes stare at the screen. A beautiful spiral dances across the phone, with so many colors swirling around.

"Hold it," 'Lennard' demands, and without hesitating, Mario takes it with both hands. They drop to his lap, but his eyes are stuck at the screen. "Good job, officer." 'Lennard' smirks and reaches for the man's chest. Lovingly, he starts to stroke him underneath his vest, one hand still caressing his neck. "Thats right. Watch it. Good boy. Feels good?" Mario doesn't respond; instead, his mouth opens slightly, and he starts to drool. "Ah, that's good. I see." He says this, stroking him more and more as his body reacts instinctively. The chest grows firm, the nipples hard, and his muscles bulge, with the uniform barely able to contain him. "Big boy, aren't we?"

'Lennard' holds back a low growl while touching his partner's upper body. He feels good, smooth, and young. Mario enters a state of vacancy. That video is made to weaken a man's mind and make him open to programming. And Mario seems to be the perfect subject. His body reacts simultaneously to every single touch, and while he keeps watching that video, he keeps listening to the music. The officer's mind is filled with commands. Obey. Relax. Just give in. That feels so good.

'Lennard's body is reacting as well, with his throbbing cock again tenting inside the uniform. "I love this part." He says this and runs a hand down his trousers. At the same time, he feels Mario's dick tenting as well. "Good boy." He smirks, that twitching cock in his hand. "Can you hear me, Mario?"

"Yes." He says it in a monotone voice, his eyes stuck on the screen. "Good. Were nearly there." 'Lennard' licks his lips, opens Mario's pants, and manages to pull his huge dick out. "Look at that." He wraps a hand around it and gets started. Rhythmically, he moves his hand up and down, starting off slow, with increasing pace and strength. He leans into him, whispering into his ear. "Listen to my voice. You're trained to serve and meant to serve, and that's what you will do. You will follow my orders and my commands. What I say is your wish. What I want is an order. Do you understand?"

Mario's face grimaces due to the pain and pleasure echoing through his whole body. "Yes." He moans deeply, his body tenses, and all of him is pulsating—his mind, his muscles, his cock, every fiber of his being. He begins to thrust against 'Lennards' grip, but he just smirks. "Good. But you won't cum yet. Just when I tell you to. Do you understand?" This makes his body even harder. All of him is ready to cum, ready to serve, but he can't. His eyes lose focus; he drops the phone and leans his whole body back against the seat.

"Officer?" The man says, removes his hand from the erect cock, and places a hand at Mario's neck. In response, he lets out a low, guttural moan. "Now." 'Lennard' says, and with that, Mario's body twitches as his cock explodes again and again. He moans and groans as his eyes roll completely back into his skull. After a few more dry shots, he regains his composure. 'Lennard' is touching himself while watching his newest subject. "Good boy." He pats Mario's cheek, who doesn't react. His eyes are vacant now, but they are shimmering slightly. "Very good boy." 'Lennard smiles, grabs the officers dick, and carefully dresses him again.

He pats his chest and thighs, admiring that man's physique. Then he lets his hands explore the whole body. His arms, hands, shoulders, and thighs; he takes his time feeling his chest, neck, and face, enjoying that smooth skin, the stubble, and soft lips. "Can you hear me, boy?" Mario nods, his eyes looking into the distance. 'Lennard' unzips his pants, pulls them down, including the underwear, and exposes his wet, sweaty, throbbing cock.

"You earned yourself a meal." He says, patting Mario's neck firmly, "He doesn't waste any time. He bends down and takes the cock into his mouth. He knows how to move his mouth, exactly hitting every one of his most sensitive spots. "Fuuuuck." 'Lennard's groan turns into a giggle. He puts a hand at Mario's neck, forcing the whole cock into the mouth, making him gag. This, however, does not interrupt him. He keeps sucking, and after a few more seconds, after all that pleasure before, he cums right into his mouth. Mario swallows it, and 'Lennard' has to tell him to stop.

"Good job." He says, admiring Mario's engagement. "We're going to have fun".

Reverse Inheritance

The first time Leo told me he could astral project, I didn't think much of it. My grandson had been living with me ever since his father—my son—went to prison, and though he was 20n now, he still had that same wild imagination he'd had as a kid.

Just last month, he'd been on about reincarnation, saying he remembered fragments of past lives. And before that, he was convinced our neighbor was running a smuggling ring out of his garage. Normally, I didn’t mind letting him ramble on. But lately, I was starting to get a bit tired of it.

Today, however, Leo seemed particularly insistent. “I’m serious, Grandpa. I can do it. Astral projection. It’s real.”

I scoffed. "Alright, then. Let’s do a little experiment."

"Sure, what kind of experiment?"

I reached over to a drawer and pulled out an old deck of cards, shuffling them a couple of times until I was satisfied. I fanned the cards out, then carefully picked one from the middle, holding it up so only I could see. “If you’re telling the truth, you should be able to ~float out of your body~ and go behind me to tell me what this card is,” I challenged, leaning back.

Leo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. His breathing slowed, his shoulders relaxing in a way I’d never seen before. For a second, I actually thought he might’ve fallen asleep. But then, with his eyes still closed, he whispered, “Eight of spades.”

I froze.  Placing the card face up on the table—the eight of spades.

I forced a laugh. “Lucky guess. Let’s go again.”

Leo gave a small shrug and smirked. “Alright. Let’s.”

I shuffled the deck again, this time picking a card off the top. “Alright, wise guy,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “What is it?”

He closed his eyes again, barely a few seconds this time. “Three of hearts.”

I looked down at the card, and my stomach did a small flip. “Alright,” I said, trying to mask my surprise. “That was another good guess, I’ll give you that. Let’s see if you’re really up to it.”

This time, I picked three cards at once, spreading them face down on the table. “No way you’re getting all of these right,” I muttered, almost to myself.

But a few seconds later, He rattled them off without a second thought. “Queen of diamonds, five of clubs, ace of spades.”

I looked at each card in my hand, and they were all correct. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t hide it. “Shit… wow,” I breathed. “Alright, kid, you got me. I believe you.”

Leo’s eyes opened, and he gave me a small, satisfied smile. “You want me to teach you how?”

My heart was pounding a little faster than usual. “You think I could?” I asked, half-joking but more curious than I wanted to let on.

Leo leaned forward, his face serious. “Yeah. But you have to really want to do it. Like, let go of everything. All those thoughts that keep you grounded here.”

"Let go of everything…" I repeated.

---

Over the next few weeks, Leo patiently taught me to master astral projection. At first, it felt like some sort of strange meditation. But gradually, I learned how to slip out of my physical body, just as Leo did, until I could stand beside myself, looking down at the slouched figure.

Each session, Leo and I would push the boundaries a little more. We couldn’t go too far since our astral projections only seemed to last about four hours at a time, and even then, we couldn’t travel much faster than a brisk jog. But I was fine with that; I wasn’t interested in dashing across the city, only in seeing how far I could push this strange new freedom.

When we’d reach the end of our limit and weren’t back in our bodies yet, something bizarre would happen. Our astral selves would start to get get pulled back, as if our bodies had a magnetic force calling us home. Those first few times, it was disorienting, hurtling back through space until I snapped back into my skin, breathless, my heart pounding. Leo explained that it was the body’s way of keeping us tethered, that if we stayed out too long, our astral forms would dissipate like smoke, and we’d cease to exist.

“Cease to exist?” I asked him one night, feeling the weight of that warning.

Leo nodded, his face solemn. “I haven’t pushed it that far, Grandpa. And I don’t think we should. The pull back gets stronger the closer we get to that limit. But if we ignore it…” He shrugged, letting the words hang in the air, dark and final.

Still, despite the risk, I found myself craving these nightly adventures. For the first time in years, I felt alive, truly alive. As someone who’d all but resigned myself to the slow, tired rhythms of old age, it was thrilling. But as our nights stretched on, I started to wonder about Leo’s fascination with this skill. He was young; he didn’t have a curfew, he didn’t have an old, weary body holding him back. He could be out living his life instead of hovering in ghostly form around the house or strolling through empty streets with his old grandpa. What was he getting out of this?

One night, as we settled into our chairs to begin our ritual, I glanced over at Leo’s body. He’d gotten comfortable, his head tilted back, his breathing already slowing, his eyelids fluttering shut. It struck me how young and full of life he looked, even when he was so still. I felt an odd pang of longing, a desire that surprised me in its intensity.

When had I last felt young? Truly young, without the weight of decades pressing down on my shoulders? What would it be like to feel like that one more time, to feel that boundless energy I saw in Leo.

As Leo’s breathing grew steady, his astral self drifting beside me, I looked back at his empty body, sitting there, vulnerable and untouched. The thought tugged at me, and for a moment, I felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out, take his body for myself just for one fleeting moment

---

The idea had been lingering in the back of my mind for weeks now. Every time I saw Leo drifting out of his body, the temptation grew a little stronger.

He was shy about his body, sure, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that felt like a betrayal somehow, slipping into him without asking. But there’s no way he’d ever say yes. Besides, I would be in and out before he’d ever know, right?

Finally, I gathered the courage. One evening, Leo announced he was heading out and asked me to join. “I’ll be back in a couple hours, wanna come with,” he said with a grin as he leaned back, his breathing slowing as he began the process.

I shook my head no, feigning sleepiness. “I’ll stay in tonight,” I replied. “I could use the rest.”

As his body drifted to sleep, I waited, counting each minute until I was sure his astral form was far enough away. Then, with my heart racing, I initiated my own astral walk and hovered towards his body .

A deep anticipation rushed over me as I prepared to enter. “Just a half hour, tops” I told myself.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to slip in as gently as possible. But something was wrong. As soon as I began, it felt as if I were pushing against a wall. I couldn’t just slide in like I usually did with my own body. I adjusted my position, aligning myself more carefully with his form, and tried again. This time, I felt a bit of give, and gradually, I was able to push through, inch by inch.

First my legs merged with his, then my torso. I felt the strength in his muscles as I took on his form. I kept pushing, my hands now matching his, aligning, filling out his arms, until finally, my head was nearly there, just hovering over his own.

But then, out of nowhere, I saw Leo’s astral form float towards me from across the room, his face a mixture of shock and fear. Me entering his body must’ve attracted his astral form back as a defense mechansim. Panic flared within me. If he re-entered his body while I was halfway in… I didn’t even know what would happen, but I didn’t want to find out. Before he could reach me, I shoved my head down, slipping fully inside.

---

I blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized I was fully conscious—inside Leo’s body. My vision felt sharper, my muscles responsive, and as I looked down, I took in his smooth, toned arms, the strength and youth radiating through every limb. It was exhilarating.

I hopped up, feeling the lightness in my step that I hadn’t felt in years. Each movement was effortless, as if my body itself had forgotten what it meant to be heavy. I walked around the room, flexing his hands, rolling his shoulders, feeling every inch of youth as it coursed through me.

But then I felt something odd—a light tapping on my stomach, almost like a faint punch or a persistent nudge. Instinctively, I flexed Leo’s abs, the sensation dulling a bit, and that’s when it hit me. That tapping—that was Leo, trying to get his body back.

“Leo…” I whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, kid. I’ll be out soon, I promise.”

I let myself enjoy the feeling of his body, each sensation crisp and vivid. As I explored myself, I felt a familiar tension grow in my pants, one that I hadn’t felt in years. Instinctively, I reached down to my waistband and grabbed down to tug at my new, surprisingly hairy ball sack. That was enough to get my cock to throb.

I began stroking my new, uncut cock while feeling up my smooth torso with my other hand. As I did, my mind wandered to all the hot guys I could pull in this body if Leo ever let me borrow it again. Concentrating on that thought was all it took to send me over the edge. Slowly and sensually tugging at my shaft, I spurted all over my chest, completely draining mysefl.

Finally, as I lay back into the bed, a wave of satisfaction washed over me, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and calm. The room was warm and quiet, and with the last bit of energy fading from me, I felt a sudden drowsiness settle in. I lay down, and before I could convince myself to leave, I drifted into sleep, enveloped in the softness of youth and the quiet of Leo’s room.

--

I jolted awake, my heart racing as I felt hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me roughly. Blinking in confusion, I looked up—and there was my old, familiar face, creased with panic and rage, staring down at me.

“What the hell did you do?” he demanded, his voice hoarse and furious.

It took me a second to process, my mind still foggy from sleep. I tried to sit up, disoriented, and felt the youthful energy of Leo’s body springing into action, as if the night hadn’t worn it down in the slightest.

“What…” I managed, words failing me. But he kept going, too upset to wait for me to catch up.

“I had no choice but to take your body,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “Otherwise, I’d have just… disappeared. Astral projection doesn’t work for body swapping. That’s not how it’s supposed to go. I never told you that because I didn’t think you’d ever try something like this.”

The full weight of his words settled over me, each one hitting like a cold punch. “So… we can’t just switch back?”

He shook his—my—head, a bitter smile flashing across his face. “No. There's a refractory period before we can attempt any switch again. It’s designed to prevent exactly what you just did. We’d have to wait ten years before we could even try to go back.”

“Ten years…” I repeated, the words sinking in like stones in my stomach. My old body—now his—was 90. I knew my own heart, knew how every joint ached, knew how every year was harder than the last. The odds of it lasting another decade were slim to none.

The guilt knotted in my chest, sharp and sour. I opened my mouth to apologize, to try to explain, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say?

But then, unbidden, a different thought crept in. In ten years, this body would be 30. That meant I had Leo’s—my entire 20s to live again, the years I’d once cherished and missed deeply. I looked down at my youthful hands, the strength and vitality I could feel coursing through every inch of Leo’s body, and felt a strange, conflicted thrill rise within me.

He must’ve noticed the shift in my expression, because his face—my old, familiar face—darkened. “Are you… are you happy about this?” he whispered, incredulous.

I shook my head, trying to fight the feelings rising up within me, but they were relentless. The shame of it burned hot, yet I couldn’t deny the excitement simmering just beneath.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression steady. “Leo,” I said softly, but I didn’t know how to finish.

He watched me, a flash of betrayal in his eyes as he seemed to understand, even without me saying it. And then, with a bitter laugh, he turned away.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room. Fuck, this’ll be fun.

A SUMMER OF FATHER AND SON

Without a doubt, taking possession of my son has been one of the best things I have been able to do on this vacation. Look at us, together father and son. He provides the body and I provide the charm and together we are unstoppable. He might be in for a surprise or two when he wakes up in a couple of weeks and discovers that I've gotten his girlfriend and his girlfriend's sister pregnant, but those things happen, son. Your cock is too good to be contained in a condom

Can someone tell me who this sexy man is?

Or at least give me more photos of him

Body Possesion Journey (Brandon -> Dad Route)

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. THIS IS A POSTING OF AN INTERACTIVE STORY ON WRITING.COM WRITTEN BY VCHRIS1989.

Deep down Brandon knew that taking over someone else’s body would be wrong, but he was so tired of not being taken seriously. He was 14 for crying out loud! He felt old enough to be treated like he knew what was best for himself, but his older brother’s always rolled their eyes and joked with him and his father kept telling him he wasn’t old enough yet to be in charge of certain things or to know what was best for himself. That day in particular pushed Brandon past his breaking point: Jake was an asshole and wouldn’t drive Brandon to the meeting for early interest in signing up for football, even though Smith and their Dad were out. Jake was the only one who could have driven Brandon, but Brandon ended up having to take his bike instead. Smith was visiting while he had some time off from the marines, but all he wanted to do was tell Brandon everything that was wrong about his football throwing technique. He wouldn’t even agree to buy Brandon some booze so Brandon could bring it to his friend Cam’s party and look super cool. His father had told him that he couldn’t get the newest Nike sneakers, even if he were to use his own money. Brandon had a checking account (with his father’s name on it also since Brandon was 14) where he deposited all of his birthday money, Christmas checks, and odd job earnings, but his father never let him touch a cent of it. He told Brandon that he would be glad to have a nice pile of cash for when he really needed it, but Brandon knew in his mind that one pair of shoes wouldn’t be the end of the world. Brandon knew that the only way to be respected and taken seriously was to take it for himself. Who does Brandon takeover in his fit of frustration?

Brandon was extremely frustrated, so he went to his room and slammed the door. He hopped on his bed and just laid there with his face in the pillow for a few minutes until he noticed a strange feeling–rather, that he did not feel anything. “Huh?!” Brandon yelled out as he looked down and saw that his body was gone. He was some kind of translucent ghost looking thing. “Nice! Can anyone hear me?!!” he called out, but no one came. He tried banging on the wall that separated his and Jake’s rooms, but his hand went right into the drywall. “This is fucking awesome…” Brandon thought before he heard some big footsteps approach his door.

“Brandon! You’ve been in there a while. Are you gonna remember to mow the–HUH!” Richard gasped as he opened the door and unknowingly walked right into Brandon’s invisible energy. Brandon was caught by surprise too as the door swung open and his dad walked right into him. But instead of a collision, he felt himself getting sucked right into his dad’s muscular body. “Oh God…” Richard said through strained grunts as his body quivered and he grabbed each side of the door frame for support. Richard moaned as Brandon was fully absorbed into him before standing straight up and gasping as Brandon’s astral energy reached full alignment inside him. “What the…Oh shit!” Brandon exclaimed as he got his bearings, instantly recognizing his father’s voice leaving his mouth. Brandon had no idea how the fuck that had happened, but he quickly closed the door behind him and stared in awe at the mirror as he watched his dad’s big, strong body do everything he willed it to do. Brandon knew he would need to get better at controlling his abilities, but for now this was his chance to feel important. He was finally the man of the house!

Richard groaned in satisfaction as he stretched his arms and then ran his hands down his solid torso. “Oh I could get used to this,” the man of the house said, only it wasn’t Richard saying that or doing any of that–he was currently possessed by his youngest son, Brandon, after an accident. He was enjoying his quick tour of his father’s body and relishing in the strength he felt as he squeezed his fists and watched his hairy arms bulge in response. And he loved hearing that deeper voice express his thoughts. He had a hard time ignoring the stirring in his dad’s jeans, but he got a grip on himself and assured himself, “there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Richard smirked as Brandon walked his new body out of his old room and went straight to the master bedroom–the place he would be staying as long he decided to keep his dad’s body. “I could sure get used to this,” he groaned after hopping onto the King sized bed and sprawling out. He really did feel like a king, but Brandon smirked again as he got a mischevious idea. Brandon got back up on his powerful new feet and swaggered down to the kitchen, chest out as he proudly showed off his powerful chest. The chore board was on the wall, and Brandon chuckled as he crossed his name off of lawn and pool duty before yelling out, “Smith! Jake! You boys get your asses down here right now!!” Smith came down first, standing at attention. He had always respected and looked up to his father, and then after his time in the military he was truly ready and waiting. Jake yawned as he slowly made his way up to join them. These two boys had terrorized Brandon growing up, but now, as their father, it was his turn, and they couldn’t say no. “Jake, you little fuck. When I call your name I expect you to walk in like you give a damn like Smith here. Drop the fuck down and give me twenty.” “What??” Jake asked, confused as Richard had never been strict with him before. But he didn’t know he wasn’t dealing with the real Richard–it was Brandon inside their father’s body, and maybe Jake should have been nicer. “I said drop to the fucking ground and give me twenty,” Brandon forced his father’s powerful and deep voice to say with such intimidation. “I mean why do I have to push ups when that fucktard Brandon isn’t even here yet?” Jake gasped as Richard’s hands pushed him hard against the wall. Then his eyes shot open as he felt Richard’s strong hand grip around his throat and squeeze. “Don’t you ever disrespect your little brother like that again. He’s at camp if you must know, so we’re back to you and your shitty attitude. When I let you go I expect you to drop and give me fifty. Are we FUCKING clear?!” Richard growled into Jake’s face as Brandon unleashed his pent up rage. Jake grabbed for his throat and coughed for breath after his throat was freed and immediately dropped down, blasting out push ups until his shaking arms completed number fifty. “See, that’s a good son right there. Making your old man proud. Now go clean the pool.” “But that was Brandon’s–” Jake cut himself off as he saw his father spin around with a look of fury in his eyes. Without another word, Jake scurried to the back yard and began readying the pool vacuum along with the chemicals and the pool net. That left Smith there, still standing at attention but visibly shocked by what he had just witnessed. “Smith, you were a good son getting your ass down here so fast. You’ve been a real shithead to Brandon, but you’ve really grown a lot in the military. Just mow the lawn, and then you can go do whatever. Use the riding mower if you want, I don’t give a shit,” Brandon ordered. “Yes, sir,” Smith responded before going out back to the shed to get started with the lawn. “Holy fuck that was awesome!” Richard exclaimed as he was by himself in the house–it looked almost comical seeing that strong man of the house bursting with the excitement of his 14-year-old son, but this was such a rush for Brandon. The power was almost overwhelming for him, so he realized he needed to:

OPTION: EXPLORE HIS DADS BODY

Afterwards Richard, currently inhabited by Brandon, could no longer ignore the stirring in his jeans. Brandon went to Richard’s room. As Brandon passed by the mirror he could see the large bulge in Richard’s jeans twitching with need, so he pulled down the jeans and rubbed his erect dick through his underwear “ooooohhh fuck” Brandon moaned in Richard’s voice, as a wet spot appeared on the front of his underwear. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled down his pre-cum stained underwear and grabbed ahold of Richard’s erect pole. “I didn’t know how good it felt being a full grown adult”, Brandon exclaimed from inside of Richard’s body. After about 30 minutes he felt the built up of cum in his throbbing member, “aw fuck” Brandon said as his stolen body quaked in pleasure as his long and thick dick shot over 10 long strands of thick cum.

Brandon stared at his Dad’s sexy, manly body in the full length mirror. So strong and virile. He growled a little as he rubbed his hands along that trimmed coat of hair covering that toned and powerful chest. His still hard cock stirred, letting out one last drop of cum that dropped right down onto the floor. The 10 strands of thick cum were slowly gliding down the mirrors surface and Brandon couldn’t help himself in the moment as he dropped down onto his father’s knees and began gliding his tongue up, making contact with the cum before moaning in delight as he licked up every last drop. “ohhhh fuuuuck that tastes so good,” Brandon said in a nice, low and sexy tone. This was a violation of his dad’s body in every possible way, but he was now throbbing rock hard all over again, his pulsating dick prepared to release another fresh drop onto the floor as Brandon finished lapping up the last of that first load in his own father’s body. But as he grabbed his rod and sighed out in contentment he was absolutely sure it would not be the last.

OPTION: GO PLAY WITH DAD’S VIRGIN HOLE

Brandon felt out of control as he rushed for his father’s bed, enjoying the sound and feeling as he hopped on with Richard’s larger, powerful body. It was addicting. And in that moment he was overcome by so much. The combo of his own 14 year old urges and hormones roaring to life combined with his dad’s roaring, powerful body that was flooding with masculine testosterone and finally the gay urges he had started to feel in the last year that only grew stronger after he discovered gay porn. A small logical part of Brandon’s mind knew this was so fucking wrong, but the rest of his mind was overwhelmed by the temptation of the moment. Brandon lifted his father’s muscular and hairy legs in the air and then…

OPTION: WORK A SPITLUBED FINGER INTO HIS DAD’S VIRGIN HOLE

Brandon couldn’t control himself or wait any longer. With his dad’s muscular and hairy legs lifted up in the air Brandon quickly put one of his dad’s thick fingers in his stolen mouth, getting it wet and slick. His heart was pounding in his chest with sex and desire. He eagerly reached that wet finger down to his father’s almost guaranteed virgin hole and began rubbing the wet tip around that rose bud opening. “Ohhhhhhhhhh” Brandon cooed with Richard’s deep, bass filled voice as he ran circles around that opening, getting chills as it involuntarily tightened each time his finger got a little too close. Biting his lip, Brandon decided to bite the bullet and get that show on the road. Spitting into his hand he made sure a glob of that spit was right on his opening before pressing his right index finger up against that impossibly tight hole. Brandon closed his eyes and moaned as he pushed, so slowly, but at a steady pace. His dad’s hole was sooooo tight, or at least he assumed so. Brandon had never even played with his own teen hole. No, his dad’s manly 43 year old hole was the first one he had ever played with and he was so glad. “Ohhhh Fuck!” he gasped out as his eyes shot open and it was like he had gotten past a barrier. There was the initial opening and then a tight band, but once he got past that it’s like he just shot the rest of the finger in up to the knuckle. Brandon was beside himself, gasping out for breath and wriggling his toes around as he began gently twirling that finger around inside himself. He still got off hearing his father’s voice make such passionate and sexual noises. But it really reached a pitch as his inner exploration reached a magical spot. “OH FUCK!” Brandon shouted as he accidentally discovered his father’s prostate. RIchard’s face went bright red as sensation crashed through his body and his own 14 year old son made him finger that spot again and again and again! Brandon hadn’t even touched his father’s dick but was shocked as it reached full hardness and was no pulsating, throbbing, bright red and begging for release. A drop of precum oozed out of that amazing cock as Brandon continued to finger fuck himself with that right index finger and massaged his hairy chest and abs with his free left hand.

OPTION: BRANDON ACCIDENTLY LEAVES HIS DAD’S BODY

Just as Brandon was going to reach for his father’s huge cock all of the sudden his stolen body started to shake and Brandon could feel himself losing control of his father’s manly body. Brandon’s astral form could be seen slowly exiting his father’s body trying to hang on to anything to keep him inside but it proved futile. Once all of Brandon’s form had been expelled from his father’s body, he regained consciousness and was really confused with the scene in front of him and why his asshole was sore. “What?? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was going to check on Brandon.” All of the sudden the father let out a loud deep moan and shot a giant load all over himself. Energy now spent and disoriented the father got up from the bed and looked over at his clothes on the floor and could see his sexy grey underwear with a giant wet spot on the front of the pouch. Just the father was starting to get freaked out about the hole in his memory Brandon decided to use his father’s disoriented state to jump back inside his sexy hairy body. The father let out a grunt of surprised as he felt his control of his hunky body decreasing. “Ughh what’s happening to me!!” The father yelled as his body continued to shake. All of the sudden he stopped shaking and let out a deep chuckle only now it was Brandon controlling his voice. The father looked up and his eyes were now a different shade of grey (brandon’s eye color) to signify Brandon’s dominance over his sexy body. Brandon used his stolen muscular legs to walk over to the mirror “you know, I’ve always been envious of all the men in my family especially you” Brandon from inside his father’s body said. Brandon then forced his father to flex his giant mountain like biceps “I had to see you stride around the house with your shirt off and all these hard muscles for everyone to admire, but now they’re mine to flaunt and control” Brandon then noticed his father’s monstrous hairy cock rise to full hardness “don’t think I forgot about this sexy cock, all those times you walked around in shorts with no underwear on, I could see just how long and thick you were and how your fat cock would bounce around with every step your powerful thick thighs would take oh how I wished I could just get a feel of it, now my dream has come true. I now can feel up your body whenever I please and use your huge cock to plow any man I want” Brandon then forced his father’s giant meaty hand down to his fat cock and started going to town thrusting his hips and moaning so loud in his father’s deep sexy voice that the walls would vibrate. After a few minutes of non stop jerking his father’s sexy hairy cock exploded in the biggest load Brandon has ever seen and covered the mirror and everything around it in giant globs of his father’s mature seed. After Brandon from inside his father came down from his sex high he grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and with a giant smile on his face put them on with no underwear. Brandon took one last look in the mirror with his stolen eyes and admired the way the front of the basketball shorts would bulge out with his father’s cock under his control. He gave his father’s sexy hairy body one last double bicep flex and he could smell the after sex musk his father exuded. The father under the control of Brandon growled deep within his hairy muscled chest as the front of his basketball shorts started to bulge out. Time to go check on the other men of the house!