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This wasn't exactly my plan. My target was the son. Young, strong, in his 20s. I slipped through the cellar door into his garden. It was the perfect plan.

The mother at work, the daughter at university and the father taking the car to the shop. My prey would be alone, ready for me to take it.

But it seems that it was the son who took the car to the garage so that the father could prepare a surprise for his wife. Sweet. But he had broken my plan. Unfortunately for him, I needed a body now. And now, Richard was the one who was available.

He wasn't my target, though I had looked into him. Ex-marine, family man, car and motorcycle lover, and above all a huge tattooed gorilla. In most cases he would have been the ideal candidate for anyone, but for me, he was the most striking. I liked the son's subtle style better.

Don't get me wrong, for a robbery operation, Richard is perfect, but for hiding from a crazy mobster and his nephew, not so much. However, I didn't have more time.

Richard didn't realize that someone was behind him, and by the time he felt the prick, it was too late. His body went numb and paralyzed.

This was my favorite part. Stripping down a new body and laying it down on the bed to get a good look at it. Looking at his huge cock, maybe this body is the one for him after all. I could see in Richard's eyes how his desperation increased as this stranger, whom he didn't know, gave him the best blowjob of his life. After all, I had to test the quality of "the cream" before selling it.

I flipped him over and began pressing my bare legs against his back. By this point both Richard and I were sweating, which helps lubricate the process. I heard what sounded like screams and gasps from Richard, but he was too wrapped up in the pleasure to care. Everyone resists possession at first, but they always give in to me in the end.

By this time my legs were already wrapped around his, and my cock just slid into his, not even half the size. I stood up a few minutes later with only Richard's head left to be taken. Tears of desperation hung in his eyes. I dipped my head into his and took full control. I did some stretching and finally tested the muscles in his cock, ass, legs and butt, which I moved just like those fitness trainers on the internet do. It was actually fun.

And I got dressed again and went out into the garden, my garden. To finish smoking the cigar that Richard had started. I never liked cigars, but Richard's palate did, and I had no problem with that. After all, I had to act like the loving family man that he was.

Although seeing the potential of this body, I don't rule out being a little more presumptuous than Richard, and maybe I should take the nice collection of weapons I saw downstairs and pay that filthy mobster and his bastard nephew a visit.

What a good idea, man. I hadn't known what to do with my son for a long time. He stopped studying and reiterated that he was not going to work as a waiter or clerk, that he was better than that. I certainly like this arrangement better, of course I have made some changes, but my wife doesn't suspect anything, that she is a fool. She hasn't even noticed that her son now sports the same tattoos as his father or that he has started smoking. With this new body I have finally been able to relive my younger days, and the sex is much better now. Maybe I'll extend this..........permanently

Remember: if your son lives under the your roof and refuses to help with the household bills or get a job, make him make up for it by letting you possess his body whenever you want! It's basically a win situation to you: you can enjoy being young again and have a new life through your son's body!

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Undercover

Everybody knew that there was a drug problem in Amberly Western University.  There have been a couple of overdosis, however we didn’t have any clue who was supplying that substance. The administrator was desperate and wanted to put this issue under control. The police department was desperate as we didnt have any leads. So, extreme circumstances needed extreme solutions. I told my boss that I was certain that the main frat house on campus, Theta Xi, was involved. He liked my hypothesis, but he didn’t like my plan. However, after months pursuing dead ends, he  green lit my project. I was going full undercover. 

The idea was to tackle Aaron Smith, one of the guys at the frat. He was just a normal guy, middle of the pack. Not a shining star, not a troublemaker. Ideal for our plans. We hacked his phone and tricked him to meet her latest crush from Tinder. He went to a restaurant, we put some pills on his beverage and then he was out. Then everything went extremely fast. I injected him with the serum. I saw as his skin deflated and transformed him into a wearable body suit. I slowly put on the skin and smiled as I transformed into the young jock. I smiled as I looked at the face that I would be wearing for the next couple of weeks. I smiled as I flexed his muscles and played with my new shaft. I smiled as I dressed in his comfy clothes and became him in every sense of the word. 

Before going to the frat, I agreed to meet with my boss in a secluded place. “If something happened, I would not be able to help you” He said as he looked extremely concerned. It was understandable as what we were doing was outside protocol. The government was against any usage of this substance, so when my boss agreed to this plan, he knew that we were doing something illegal. I know that he took a risk when he stole a vial of this substance, so I was certain that he was expecting quick results. “Apart from you, does anybody else know about this mission?” I asked. “Of course not, I cannot trust any guy,” He said. I smiled, this was the perfect opportunity. I quickly grabbed the syringe and stabbed with the remaining liquid. He looked at me in complete shock. He tried to punch me, but it was too late for him. 

I need to explain some stuff. I worked for the DEA for the last 20 years. However, I have always been a mole. I was not always able to sabotage their operation, but most of the time I was able to help my real bosses. After so many years, I become tired and start looking for retirement… or better say, a way to start over. My bosses didn't like that… However, when they learned about the body suit serum that the police control, they were open to hear me. Detective Andrew is now a wearable skin. Soon, some members of the gang will come and ensure that some mafia boss takes his identity. Of course, they don’t know the name of the guy whose flesh I have stolen. Honestly, look at me… who on earth would ever suspect that I… the only Aaron Smith, once was a criminal playing police. 

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!

Can you make a story where Venom needs a new host and chooses Captain America?

They had taken him away. They were calmly eating a bad guy and those guys took Eddie away. Venom didn't know how but they had managed to separate him from Eddie and took him away.

It took a while for Venom to calm down. He was alone, it was cold and he was tired. Over the years he had increased his stamina and he could go long periods of time without a host, but in this state he needed a host.

Venom knew he needed someone strong, who would allow him to search and rescue Eddie. Then he heard a noise coming from the street, and when he looked out he saw it. There were several police cars and many lights, and in the center of everything was Captain America.

Venom had met him before, given him quite a few hits for a human. Both Eddie and Venom had liked him, he was an upright, good and inspiring person, and having a super soldier as a host, Venom was sure that he could get Eddie back.

Venom clung to the captain's suit before he retreated, and hid behind his back, right between the captain and the shield. Steve headed to his house and surprised Venom. The house was very sober and small, he would not have expected it from an avenger.

Steve took off his suit, threw it in a corner and threw himself into bed, falling asleep a few seconds later due to exhaustion. It was Venom's opportunity, which shot one of his tendrils directly at the captain's ear, and from there to his brain. Rogers didn't have time to do anything before Venom "disconnected" his musculoskeletal system, preventing him from moving.

Rogers was nervous, and Venom could taste the panic in his brain, however he quickly secreted hormones that calmed him and induced a kind of sleep. Rogers was a person of strong conviction. Venom liked him. However, in this situation he needed something else. He needed a bold, aggressive Steve Rogers. A Steve Rogers who didn't mind killing if necessary, nor did he mind eating a couple of bad guys. He needed a captain with lax morals, but above all he needed a Steve who would obey Venom. It was crucial. Venom promised to undo all these changes while he brainwashed him. When Venom was gone, Steve would be his usual self again.

Venom wrapped Steve in his symbiotic mass and dissolved his clothes. He couldn't help but caress the powerful member between Steve's legs. Maybe he can then "calm" the new host of him. Venom formed layers of clothing until Steve stood in the center of the room with a new look.

An amused but also cruel smile crossed Steve's face. Any tiredness he had felt before was gone, he grabbed his wallet and his keys and left his house wanting to eat up the night. They needed to look for Eddie Brock, Steve didn't know why he didn't fight Venom, but he felt good. When he went down the stairs he met his downstairs neighbor, who was coming home from work.

Good evening Steve, new look? Nice jacket

Thanks, it's new.

Steve continued ahead but not before touching his neighbor's ass. Steve got on his motorcycle and started the trip.

What the hell? One minute I’m sitting at my office desk regretting my life, wishing for more excitement, wondering how the years past me by so fast. Next thing I know my vision is obscured by a helmet and I’m sitting on a motorcycle. How’s this happen? Not that I’m complaining. My body hasn’t felt this good in well over 25 years. Those two decades of doing nothing other than hunched over a computer typing my life away, really adds up on a persons body. But I didn’t feel the back pain or the constant fatigue I’d grown accustomed to. No, instead I felt energetic, strong, youthful vigor rushing through me. My mind completely consumed by the feeling of the leather on my bare skin. Wait, bare skin, was this dude going commando in his gear? A quick unzipping confirmed that he was only wearing a chain between the leather and my new Adonis body. The cool air on my torso sent waves of arouse up my body. I’m not sure how this happened but somehow my prayers were answered, and I’m not complaining. I wonder if this guy was somewhere trapped in my 47 year old flabby body typing away in a sad florescent lit office cubicle. On cue his phone began to start running. An unknown number. My number. That answers my question. But honestly I couldn’t care less. And by the feeling of my growing member straining against its leather confines, I have more important matters to attend to.

This is going to be the fifth time we do it.

It all started a year or so ago. My brother asked me if I could take my nephew on a trip with me, because he and his wife couldn't, because they were working. It really wasn't something that made me happy. Don't get me wrong, I love my nephew, but I wanted to go on a road trip on a motorcycle and maybe fuck a girl somewhere without complications. Taking my 20-year-old nephew was not in my plans.

But, my surprise was great when my nephew, Sam, offered me days later to share work during the trip. I called him crazy, and I told him that I wasn't going to leave my job to him, but he insisted, besides, he would be the one to leave his body to me. Let's see if I liked the experience, this is the fifth time uncle and nephew have gone on a "trip."

But this time it was different. We met at my house, and my surprise was very great when my nephew showed up on a motorcycle. He told me that he wanted to surprise me, so he got his motorcycle license and even made my brother buy him a beautiful motorcycle.

The moment I took charge of his body, it didn't take long for me to dress for our trip. My motorcycle clothes fit him better than me, not a surprise since his body was better than mine.

The truth is that I couldn't contain my smile. We got going right away and I spent hours riding that crazy motorcycle, until we arrived at a roadside gas station. My nephew's young hormones took over, I was enjoying it.

That's why I leaned on the motorcycle while I tensed my new muscles, the sun caressed my young body and reflected in my sunglasses. The only thing brighter than my smile at that moment was the lustful gaze of the waitress at the gas station bar, who hadn't taken her eyes off me since I arrived. Yeah, this is what I fucking meant.

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.