THE GREAT HOST IV

Aniversario

Una soleada tarde de primavera, una leve brisa entraba por las ventanas abiertas del apartamento de Michael. El hombre yacía boca arriba sobre su cama destendida, con nada más que un suspensorio puesto. El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor, resultado de su rutina de ejercicio matinal y el calor de la tarde. La luz de la habitación hacía los músculos de Michael resaltar aún más.

La habitación estaba bastante ordenada, a excepción de un poco de ropa sucia desperdigada por el suelo. El aroma masculino de Michael era perceptible en toda la habitación. Era el resultado de la mezcla de colonia, desodorante y sudor. A la mayoría le hubiera parecido un olor demasiado intenso, a algunos incluso repugnante, pero a Ernesto le encantaba ese olor. Lo único que Ernesto amaba más que el olor de Michael, era usar el cuerpo de Michael.

En la habitación contigua al cuarto, Ernesto se daba un baño refrescante. Por más que amara utilizar a Michael, el calor del ambiente hacía sofocante estar dentro de él por mucho tiempo. Para poder regular su temperatura, Ernesto tenía que salir un par de veces al día del interior de su anfitrión para darse un respiro. El agua tibia resbalaba por su rostro redondo y de barba desaliñada, hasta llegar a su abdomen globoso, y luego a sus piernas regordetas. La luz del sol que entraba al baño hacía relucir la pálida piel de Ernesto, haciéndole ver algo fantasmal.

Ernesto cerró la regadera y secó rápidamente su piel con la toalla de Michael. Michael estaba comenzando a despertar. Estaba desorientado, su memoria era muy nubosa. Lo último que recordaba era estar en una fiesta y tomar un par de cervezas, pero ahora estaba en su apartamento. Aunque, a decir verdad, de no ser por los muebles que reconocía a la perfección, no habría sabido en donde estaba. Todo el lugar estaba organizado de una manera diferente. Desde su closet, que ahora estaba empotrado al muro, hasta su cama, que antes estaba junto a la pared. Pero ahora estaba justo en el centro de la habitación, debajo de una extraña estructura de metal que seguramente serviría para sostener algo.

Aun tratando de entender el cambio en la habitación, Michael notó un cambio aún más importante. Recordaba perfectamente haberse afeitado el día anterior. A las chicas siempre les gustaba más su rostro limpio y cuerpo liso. Pero de alguna manera, todo su cuerpo se había cubierto de vello de la noche a la mañana. Había pelo por todos lados, incluso en sus axilas y entrepierna. Siempre había odiado tener un cuerpo tan peludo. Ahora tendría que salir a comprar crema para afeitar y varios rastrillos para poder eliminar todo el desastre que había sobre su piel.

Michael comenzó a frotar su cuerpo, notando aún más cambios. Su cuerpo parecía un poco más grande de lo que recordaba. Sus pectorales se habían vuelto más voluminosos. Sus piernas se notaban un poco más gruesas. Las venas de sus brazos eran más visibles de lo que recordaba. Era el avance de meses de ejercicio, pero de alguna manera lo había logrado de un día para otro. Como cereza del pastel, Michael vio dos enormes tatuajes, cada uno en un brazo diferente. El nunca marcaría su piel de manera permanente. Por alguna razón, los tatuajes no se veían recién hechos, por el contrario, cualquiera diría que les hacía falta un retoque.

Michael se bajaba de la cama cuando escuchó el ruido de la puerta del baño al abrirse. “Seguramente mi nena de ayer sigue aquí. Ya que no recuerdo nada de anoche, creo que una ronda matutina no estaría mal”, pensó Michael, emocionándose un poco. Su pene había comenzado a llenarse de sangre. El hombre abrió sus ojos como dos platos cuando del baño no salió una chica joven y sexy, sino una bola de grasa desnuda, bajita y muy blanca, parada despreocupadamente frente a él.

"Veo que estás despierto”, Dijo Ernesto en voz alta. “Bueno, disfrútalo. No volverá a ocurrir en mucho tiempo". Antes de que Michael pudiera reaccionar, Ernesto se lanzó contra él y lo tacleo, haciéndolo caer de nuevo a la cama. Michael trató de luchar, pero aún en su condición física, Ernesto era mucho más fuerte y ágil. Ernesto se levantó y tomó las piernas de Michael con sus manos. En un solo movimiento, el cuerpo musculoso de Michael quedó boca abajo. Las redondas y peludas nalgas de Michael estaban apuntando al techo, totalmente expuestas ante el pervertido hombre detrás de él.

“Esta pelea ha hecho que me emocione”, Dijo Ernesto mientras acariciaba su creciente miembro con una mano. Ernesto jaló a Michael al borde de la cama y se lanzó sobre su ancha espalda, usando su barriga para aprisionarlo contra el colchón. Aún contra tanto músculo, Ernesto no tuvo problemas para someter a Michael gracias a su peso. Ernesto alineó su pene ya erecto con el ano sudoroso de Michael, e inmediatamente comenzó a presionar hacia adentro. El agujero de Michael solo había sido utilizado por Ernesto, aún si el primero no lo sabía. Para Ernesto fue muy fácil abrirse paso por la estrecha entrada, introduciendo todo su miembro de un solo golpe.

Un gemido de dolor y placer se escapó de los labios de Michael. Ernesto movió sus caderas de adelante hacía atrás. Su pene por debajo del promedio casi se sale del ano de Michael en más de una ocasión. Michael se sentía asfixiado por el peso de Ernesto sobre él. Ernesto lograba tocar el punto G de Michael en algunos momentos, y de vez en cuando un leve gemido salía de los labios de Michael. Antes de que Michael siquiera se diera cuenta, las piernas de Ernesto ya se habían fusionado con las suyas. Solo las tonificadas y peludas piernas de Michael quedaron apoyadas en el piso a un lado de la cama.

Ernesto siguió empujando su cadera, y de un momento a otro, su pelvis se perdió en la de Michael. Ahora la cadera que se movía era la de Michael, y el placer que sentía se había incrementado exponencialmente. Su verga, hasta ahora flácida, había comenzado a levantarse dentro del suspensorio, y liberaba hilos de líquido preseminal en la tela. Michael ya no controlaba la mitad inferior de su cuerpo, pero podía sentir cada movimiento que esta hacía bajo el mando de Ernesto. En lo más profundo de su mente, una débil y familiar voz comenzó a resonar, le decía que este era su papel en el mundo, y que no le quedaba más que disfrutarlo.

El roce de las suaves sábanas de la cama estimulaba a Ernesto y Michael por igual. Ernesto bufó como toro al sentir la potencia del poderoso miembro que ahora controlaba. El pene de Michael era lindo, a Ernesto le gustaba verlo desde afuera, pero le encantaba poder sentir placer con él. A la vez que los bufidos de Ernesto se hacían más intensos, los gemidos de Michael también aumentaban en volumen y frecuencia. La cabeza de Michael era un desastre. Los instintos más básicos de su mente le decían que debía liberarse y correr. Al mismo tiempo la voz se hacía más y más intensa. La voz le repetía a Michael una y otra vez que debía dejarse llevar por el placer, que era su deber entregarse totalmente al desconocido.

Con un solo movimiento, Ernesto fusionó su gran vientre con el firme torso de Michael. La gran barriga de Ernesto se hundió dentro de Michael como si nunca hubiese existido. Ernesto empujó un poco más y logró dejarse caer completamente sobre los anchos hombros de Michael, y al hacerlo, también logró controlar sus brazos y sus manos en un solo movimiento. Ernesto usó los grandes y fuertes brazos de Michael para levantarse de la cama. Ahora el cuerpo de Michael tenía dos cabezas, por un lado estaba su cabeza original, y del otro estaba la del ladrón de cuerpos. Michael podía ver y sentir cómo su cuerpo se movía bajo la voluntad de Ernesto.

Ernesto caminó usando sus nuevas piernas gruesas para dirigirse hasta el espejo de cuerpo completo que tenía en el cuarto. Se paró frente a él y admiró su adquisición. Sin duda Michael había sido la mejor opción de todas las que tenía disponibles. Casi todas las partes del viril cuerpo de Michael estaban bajo el control de Ernesto, quien comenzó a flexionar sus brazos y a apretar sus pectorales peludos, enmarcando aún más la masa magra que ahora poseía.

La cabeza de Michael estaba inmóvil, pero con los ojos bien clavados en su reflejo. De vez en cuando, un gemido de placer salía de su garganta. En el interior, la conciencia de Michael no podía concentrarse en otra cosa que no fuera la voz. Era su propia voz hablándole en el interior. Decía que estaba siendo un buen contenedor para el amo. Decía que su deber era servir a su maestro sin importar qué. Decía que su cuerpo ahora era única y exclusivamente propiedad de su maestro. Michael ya no luchó más. Solo podía pensar en complacer a su raptor.

"Gracias por darme este gran cuerpo. Hoy es un día especial, así que te dejaré estar consciente. Así podrás ver cómo me hago cargo de él jeje", las bocas de Ernesto y Michael dijeron al unísono. Ernesto bajó las manos de Michael por todo su cuerpo. Una vez en sus caderas, tomó el elástico del suspensorio y lo dejó caer hasta sus tobillos. Con toda su gloria masculina al descubierto, Ernesto comenzó a masturbar su verga, que estaba tan firme como un mástil. Ambas cabezas comienzan a gemir y bufar a la vez. La mente de Michael aún era semi independiente, pero el resto de su cuerpo ya había sucumbido al control del ladrón.

“Hora del gran final", dicen Ernesto y Michael a la vez. Aún frente al espejo, Ernesto continuó masturbándose, usando su verga robada. El sudor salía de cada poro de la piel de Michael, y escurría por todas partes, funcionando como lubricante. Después de un par de frotamientos más, Ernesto pudo sentir que estaba a punto de correrse, y antes de soltar su carga, empujó su cabeza contra la de Michael, tomando el control total al mismo tiempo que dejaba su leche caliente y espesa por todo el espejo. Ernesto se dejó caer de rodillas y usó la lengua de Michael para limpiar hasta la última gota de semen del espejo. "Delicioso", dijo en voz alta para sí mismo.

El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor. Ernesto se levantó del piso, tomó la toalla que había usado para secarse previamente y se quitó el exceso de sudor de la piel. Rápidamente se vistió con un conjunto que tenía preseleccionado. Este era el comienzo de un gran día, un día de celebración. Después de todo, justo hace un año, Ernesto había dejado su trabajo como conserje y había robado el cuerpo y la vida del adinerado Michael, el DILF del edificio en el que trabajaba. Casi nadie notó la ausencia del conserje latino del edificio, y a los pocos días contrataron uno nuevo. Ernesto ya no tenía que preocuparse nunca por el dinero o tener un trabajo que involucrara esfuerzo físico. Sin duda, robar el cuerpo y vida de Michael fue la mejor idea que pudo haber tenido.

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".

"The content of this Tumblr may be sensitive." This message appears every time I try to view one of my favorite blogs, preventing me from seeing them. This has been happening since the last update. Does anyone know how to remove it?

Your last story has really turned me on. I didn't know you accepted requests. In that case, could you do something about a former retired gangster, who takes over this body? He could be maybe his grandson or something.

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Grandpa's New Groove

Jackie Resetti was a former mobster better known now as Jackie the Snitch for having given up his boss in order to live a quite life with his family in Witness Protection. But Jackie wasn't getting any younger so one day he dug out his momma's old spell book from the old country, he was going to steal one of his grandkids bodies and take over their life. He had been planning this for awhile, even giving the appearance that he may be loosing his mind to sell the transformation. He eyed his sexy grandson, Anthony, damn he was handsome, he couldn't wait to get inside his young body, all the girls he could fuck again.

When it happened it happened quick, Anthony, no in his grandfather's body tried to get him to change them back, he went on claiming that grandpa had taken over his body, the poor thing headed off to the hospital to have his faculties checked. Meanwhile Jackie was on top of the world. He got dolled up in his new outfit to head out and sow his wild oats.

What he didn't count on was that he'd take on his grandson's sexual preferences. Seems pops didn't know Tony was gay. In fact all the beautiful women he checked out didn't do anything for him as his dick refused to rise. Fuck, just his luck he thought, he considered giving tony his life back but knew he wouldn't have another shot at swapping again if he did. Nope he decided he'd give living as his gay grandson a shot, that was when he meet Danny.

A dancer at the club he went to, he was so damn h ot that he decided to see if they'd hit it off. They quickly did and Jackie soon learned Tony was a bottom and quite kinky. It was an amazing night and as Tony became the newest member of the retirement home Jackie embraced his young life, one guy at a time.

"Why did you jump inside Colin, Santa? Will he be okay?" asked the timid, little boy that's been watching every single scene transpired in front of his eyes in silence from the coat room in the corner

Colin, or someone/something inside of him, startled that he's been observed this whole time. Fuck. The silence from him invited the kid to ask more question

"I always knew that you're real and have all sort of magical powers, and I'm happy that you proved all the adults wrong, so you don't have to think on how to pretend to be Colin. You are not Colin, and I know that for a fact, but I'm not going to tell anyone. Anyway, don't you still have so many countries to visit and drop presents to? What about those other kids now?"

Yes, dressing up as Santa for a 52 years old bulky man on Christmas Eve definitely feels on brand and give a much-needed pass if you need to sneak around. But to be confused as a real Santa and your strenous work all these years to create that bodysuit serum confused as some sort of magic, that's a bummer. By a dumb kid, no less. Should he just get the fuck out of this stud, inject him the reversal serum and search for another new body? It's still around midnight, he still has time

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A quickie to wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Prison visit

Hi, my name is Logan. I come from a quite boring family that includes my dad, my mum and my little brother. Unfortunately our family is now somewhat broken, because my dad decided behind our back to steal some money from the company he was working for. It wasn't a small ammount for all I know, so he was locked up and we all had to got to the trial.

We all had to dress up to represent our family. I hated the moment when the judge sentenced my father for several years in prison. All I could think about was the fact that I was the one, who had to take care of our family now. Which meant that I had to leave the army.

Me and my brother skipped the first few visits, because mom said that dad had to get used to being in prison and he didn't want to be seen in a bad mood. But the first visit was quite nice. Maybe except for the attack. Some prisoner bumbed into momand they both fell on the ground. It must have been a mental patient, because he started crying and screaming, that his body was stolen. Creepy, right?

Mum must have been shocked. She even missed a few turns when we were coming home from prison. I left her to relax and cooked dinner for us. When I went up to get her, the door to her bedroom were wide open and I couldn't believe what I saw.

Mom stood in front of the mirror, naked and fingered herself. Screaming in pleasure.

She turned her head slightly and smiled. I immediately left, hoping she didn't notice me.

I got my brother and told him that mom was too tired to join us.

The following days were really strange. Mom was walking around the house only in her bra and panties. I didn't wanna look, because it's my mom but ut was unavoidable.

One night, I think I heard male and even another strange female voices coming from my parents bedroom.

I eventually had to start taking care of my brother, because she didn't seem concerned, that he didn't have any food to eat etc.

I woke up in the morning to a weird feeling on my body. I opened my eyes and froze. My mom sat on my bed, my chest and boxers were uncovered and she had her hand on my stomach.

I couldn't let out a word, what was happening?!

Mom:"I have such a handsome young son. You really take care of your body, don't you? My son a soldier. How PROUD I am."

Me:"Mom, what are you..."

Mom:"Ah, don't you worry. I am just taking care of my LITTLE boy. But looking at the bulge you're packing, it seems you're not so little. Haha"

Me:"Mom... Stop it."

Mom:"Oh, come on. Don't you tell me you don't like these perfect tits. That you never wanted to touch them. And this pussy. God, you're really gonna enjoy this. And I can't wait to enjoy that dick" she said as she squeezed her tits and touched herself over the pants she was wearing.

As she finished, she quickly sat on top of me, I still couldn't react. She then pressed something against my chest, which hurt real bad. I passed out.

I opened my eyes and realised I sat on top of someone. "What the fuck?" I saw my own face smiling at me, My old hands were now placed on my hips. And I felt something below me... hardening

My body:"So, how do you like those tits... MOM?"

Me:"What the hell?!? What did you do?"

My body:"I gave you a gift. You can enjoy those tits and that tight wet pussy you like to peek on. You dirty WHORE. And unless you want to be fucked by your own body, I suggest you get off, because I am more then ready to shoot."

I moved and fell on the ground. I look down and indeed. My muscular chest was replaced by a pair of big boobs. My mother's boobs. I am my MOTHER

Me:"Mom, why are you doing this? Why me?"

My body:"Ah, you're so naive. I am not your mom, Logan. Or I should call you Cristine, now. Or better yet, MOM."

He started flexing and laughing at me

My body:"The chicks are gonna love this. I can't wait to fuck someone as a man again. Being a woman sucks."

I still sat there in shock, watching my body posing, flexing and enjoying his new reflection.

Only then I noticed the phone next to the mirror. My body noticed it.

My body:"Oh this? That's for me to have a memory. And also an insurance if you won't behave. I recorded what I did in your mother's body and If you won't behave I won't hesitate to use that as evidence to get you in prison. Unless you want to join your father and mother in prison, I suggest you behave. Now, go cook something, woman. I am hungry and now I got a job to do."

I got up from the floor, looking back at my body, feeling up my body.

I need to get help somehow

Prisoner's P.O.V.

Getting this kid's body is like a gold medal. After many years in my overweight body and then being that woman, this is by far the best thing yet.

I took out his phone to snap a few photos.

This kid has an amazing body. I can't wait to put it to test.

A message came to his phone number from LOVE<3. I browsed through the messaged. Fuck, this kid is gay. Nevermind, gonna turn him straight and dump this fucker. There won't be no more gay shit under my watch.

"Jeez. He's like a sculpture. If I had looked like this before, I wouldn't have to steal from all those people. This is amazing. Let's get this body showered and ready for Stacy."

At Stacy's house

Stacy:"Fuck. I can't believe it worked again. I was worried, that you would stay in that woman's body. I couldn't picture us like that back together."

Prisoner:"Don't worry, my darling. I found myself a great body for you to suck and enjoy. Wait till you see the dick that this kid has. Not only it is big, but the head of the cock is so strange, but hot at the same time."

They started making out. The tongues moving from one mouth into another. But there was a problem, that has never happened before.

Prisoner:"Wait. Something is wrong."

Stacy:"It happens sometimes. Remember that you're in other man's body and you're still not used to it."

Prisoner:"It's not that. This kid is gay. I think I can't get hard for you."

Frustrated and bored, the new Logan rested in the living room of his new body. The "mother" was walking around suspiciously, but careful.

Prisoner:"This is bullshit. I can't be gay forever. I need to find a better body to swap."

The younger brother rushed in with his way too loose Spiderman costume to hug his brother, who now wasn't used to it and pushed him off of himself.

Kyle:"Why did you do that?"

Prisoner:"I don't want another man to touch me."

Kyle:"You're funny, Logan. If you wouldn't have a boyfriend, i would believe you."

Prisoner:"Right."

Kyle:"Ok, so byeee."

Prisoner:"Where are you going dressed like that? It's not Halloween."

Kyle:"To Johnny's. We are having a costume party sleepover, while his older brother is gonna look after us."

Prisoner:"Who is the brother? Do I know him?"

Kyle:"Yeah, you do. You played football together. He's in university."

Prisoner:"Hmm. Interesting." I just hope it's not another gay jock like this one.

Prisoner:"Kyle? I have a cool deal for you. Wanna hear it?"

Kyle:"I bet mom won't know a difference between me and Logan. I can pretend to be him easily without her noticing. But I wonder why would Logan do that. It's nice of him that he gave me his body to try the costume, but he went to that party instead of me. I was looking forward to that."

Kyle pulled up the zip of the costume and started doing Spiderman poses.

Kyle:"Hell, yeah. Wait till the boys see how my costume first better then everybody else's!"

@malevessel requested this a long time ago but hey, better late than never

Essence of Men: Thad Hewitt

You think you can make a story about a criminal who possess the rich son of a family and uses his muscular body to throw the best parties in town and fuck all the girls he wants, and maybe smoke his father's cigars, while the young man can only watch from the back of his mind?

Thaddeus Michael Macpherson Erkskine Hewitt or Thad Hewitt for short is one of the most eligible bachelor in Sydney. He, by sheer fortunate fate of being born into his family, belong to the most elite social circle in one of the most expensive city to live in on Earth. So of course he grew up with silver spoon in his mouth and the refined palate for everything nice and upscale that his family money could afford. The best clothes, the best gadgets, the best vacation, only the best deserved to be tasted by the sole heir of the Macpherson Erskine-Hewitt lineage. As part of his parents plan to develop him into the rightful heir to their sprawling multi-sector enterprises, they sent him to the States for his university education, the isolation away from the scenes familiar to him might be helpful to help him become the adult his parents expected. Plus the higher studies in the States is just far more rigorous and opened up much more connection for him that might be beneficial for his future, but that's not why Thad is excited with the prospect from the very beginning

You see, as spoiled and well-fulfilled his wishlist to be, Thad is not necessarily the fitting stereotype of rich kids that blows through his parents money for sports car or fucking people as he pleased. In fact, he's the total opposite from it since he suspected himself to not necessarily be straight from the very beginning. Yes he had sex with girls in his batch a couple times before but he never really felt any kind of sparks or lust that the books described or movies portrayed. His crush to his best mate definitely never been explored because the repercussion would be massive so he's trapped in this limbo where he identified as straight since he fucked girls before and went hard for girls before, yet at the same time his mind really distracted a lot of times imaginimg about his best mate David or Cho sprawled around with no clothes on like the girls he fucked. The States provided him with an exciting experimentation ground alongside the anonymity and fresh scene for him to explore this conflicting desire of his. Yet, despite all that, he insisted to himself that he's probably straight.....or at worse bisexual and it was all simply a phase he would be finished with by the end of the day or somewhere in the near future. He just needed to try to verify it first.

But, as it turns out, after the first year in the States getting impaled by cocks — uncut or cut, clean-shaven or bushy, girthy 4 inches or long fuckstick that reached his deepest point — or simply giving those various meaty appendage a taste and a decent worship, he felt that the whole experience was really nice and liberating. Yes it's also painful and he recovered quite slowly, but he never experienced such euphoria until his eyes fluttered for a solid minute and his mind stopped thinking altogether as he just moaned like a bitch in heat or grunted in approval with every thrust. He explored with girls too that readily available for him with just a single wink and a little flirtatious dance in the club or the frat parties but it's just simply impossible to replicate such Earth-shattering sensation of getting fucked by another men or splitting open a dude's tight hole. The further he tried to think through about his sexuality, the more solid he determined himself to be not straight based on the way his mind reacted and the butterflies in his stomach flapped. And then he met Gabriel

Gabriel Blanco Ortega hailed from Spain and 2 years Thad's senior. He's studying to become a dentist and he finished his undergraduate from NYU with stellar performance that granted him with scholarship to attend Columbia free of charge. He's coolness personified, a very ambitious student yet also a very stunning human being with incredible emotional depth that can warm anyone's heart upon first sighting with his incredibly charming smile and easy-going personality. They stumbled on a mutual party once and hit it off ever since as they found out a lot of similarities and character traits that just matched between them. Gabriel is an only child from families filled with doctors so the expectation to carry the family legacy seemingly align between them. Other than that, they both love horchata and enjoyed reading analysis of museum pieces, plus they have this love-hate relationship with working out as both of them are fitness junkie but not to the level of becoming an outright gymbro. Gabriel is Thad's first openly acknowledged boyfriend while Thad is just one out of many dudes that Gabriel dated ever since his arrival to the States around 5 years ago. But, the spark between them was clearly undeniable so the usually reserved and observant Gabriel quickly brought their relationship to the next level, inviting Thad to his usual hangout spaces, apartment unit and even brought Thad around to parties to meet more senior colleague of his. Thad happily embraced his role practically being the "trophy" and Thad enjoyed these outings even more as Gabe usually ended it with a quick trip to this bodega they frequented a lot to tame down their hangover or late night cravings followed by lustful sex in Gabe's bedroom where Thad usually found himself reaching Nirvana as Gabe rode him till kingdom comes and Thad only saw whites.

In one usual day around the summer break between his 2nd and 3rd year, Thad lazily read some magazine in Gabe's living room while waiting for Gabe to return from his meeting with his supervisor. It's been 2 days since they met due to Thad's parents visit that occupied all his time but now he's available for Gabe once more. Gabe entered the apartment briskly and without even saying hi or anything to Thad. He even slammed his bedroom door and a loud thudding clearly heard from his bed. Confused and yet concerned, Thad asked Gabe what happened and is there anything he can helped him with but he refused to talk to him and even told Thad to give him some space.

"Unless you are a dentist, don't fucking talk to me," Gabe even said, which surprised Thad because Gabe never dismissed him this harshly

So space he gave, but Thad never expected that the space meant a literal 7 days of no contact that made him worried sick. So, he swung by Gabe's apartment only to be surprised with a girl walking out from Gabe's apartment clearly just finished from a one-night stand. He confronted Gabe with not only the betrayal but also what on Earth happened to him.

"Is it space or is it a fucking pussy that you need? So much bullshit for a fucking space," remarked Thad with anger from the get go as if he's ready for a fight

"It's not like what you think. She's just a friend, I swear to God," pleaded Gabe, trying to make Thad understands

"A friend that walked out from your apartment at 7 in the morning with hickeys on her neck? Do you think I'm dumb?" Thad confronted Gabe further

"I let her stay in my unit because it was too late. Daniela dated Perry, you know Perry and how fucking brutal that dude is when he's drunk, horny or both," explained Gabe, slightly exasperated but his tone clearly sounded more dejected and defensive rather than apologetic

"I don't buy that explanation, sorry. Plus, leaving me in silence for days with no updates, are you crazy? That is so unlike you, Gabe," exclaimed Thad

"Well....you got that right," Gabe said, all in a sudden sounding cold and menacing

"What right?" inquired Thad with his eyebrow furrowed

"That keeping you out of loop and far away is such an abnormal behavior coming from Gabe. I'm not Gabe after all, so maybe that's why," Gabe answered dryly

"What the fuck are you talking about?" replied Thad puzzled and stammered

"As I said, I'm not really Gabe, and I think you look pretty fucking decent for my brother, Martin. He's a familiar face, don't worry," Gabe said coldly with a smirk as he revealed a syringe from his pocket

"You don't have brother, Gabe.....what the fuck is this?"

"Enough with the banter, time to make you ours,"

Thad tried to ran out from the apartment but his coat easily grabbed by Gabe and with a hard pull, Thad fell backward and ended up right between Gabe's feet. With ease, Gabe injected the syringe to sedate Thad right on his neck and within seconds, Thad slurred out pleading for mercy before he passed out entirely

When Thad woke up, he's already buck naked and sprawled on top of Gabe's bed, with the dude working behind the counter at the bodega they frequented also buck-naked and seemingly ready to seed Thad's hole judging from his slick towering hard cock.

Martin is his name, if his memory served him right. So many things remained unexplained for Thad, yet when the invading cock entered his hole with such a powerful force he's never used to, his mind went blank as the pain override every single thoughts of his and caused him to scream out loud as if he's birthing a child or something. His stubborn hangover from the sedative and the Earth-shattering pounding really caused him to not be able to think straight as he just yelled for Martin to stop sinking his cock deeper to no avail. When he thought the agonizing pain from the cock penetrating deeper supposedly stopped, Thad opened his eyes and just mouthed a surprised reaction as he still felt it burrowed deeper beyond the deepest point he thought possible. His eyes rolled to the back in instance as the sensation reached a point that his body simply never experienced. He also realized that he's been listening to nothing but some sort of foreign incantation that enabled this whole sequence to happen. He felt warmer, like he's inside a sauna but it's his inside that felt the warmness while his body shooting buckets of sweat. That's also when he lost his ability to speak altogether as his mouth just gaped open with drool flowing out freely like a fountain while something definitely supernatural happened to him. As his rolled white eyes started to get tainted with darker hue, Martin roar turned louder and before long, he roared as he reached his climax and Thad's eyes rolled back with mischievous sparkle now visible in his eyes. Basically, aside from the seed that coated his inside to give him the core strength passed down through generations of the people of the land, Martin's essence transported alongside the massive eruption his cock ejected into Thad's hole. In literal seconds, as Martin's roar stopped and his body went limp, Thad roared as he returned back alive with a different driver on the driving seat of his consciousness. His cock also spurted out the delayed cum that's been holding on right at the tip of his cock like a fucking geyser, making one hell of a huge mess he didn't plan to make in the first place when he welcomed Martin inside.

His empty original skin has served him well and he's been too close to danger when he messed around with the sister of one of the more powerful mafia family in New York City. He needs something fresh, and Thad seemed like a very proper exit and might provide a new, easier beginning for Martin judging from the information he gathered while observing him and Gabe. His younger brother, Juan, already moved into Gabe earlier on the week, which caused the behavioral change on Gabe, but both men has been eyeing the two lover from the first time they walked in together to the bodega owned by their uncle.

Much to Martin's delightful surprise, Thad is way more loaded than he expected and even boasted powerful connection with the likes of British royal family, the energy oligarch from across the globe and some of the most powerful socialite in New York City and other metropolitan on Earth thanks to his oil heiress mom and coal-mining tycoon father. Martin studied Thad's entire life while laying naked on top of his cum-splattered silk sheet. The phone rings, the bell, the way the sun already set once more outside, he ignored everything in his pursuit to learn everything Thad. When the morning sunrise appeared once more, he stood up from his bed, stretched his back, and smirked to his reflection in the mirror. There's just no way anyone would notice anything different, he thought to himself as he mouthed seductively to the mirror

"Thad Hewitt, nice to meet you,"

Gabe appeared right by his side with tray of warm food and calming tea, he's equally excited that his brother has joined him for the transference to left their old life behind.

"Wait.....by the way. I can still hear Gabe in the back of my mind weeping because I literally looked like on the process to throw all his hard work away by ditching dental school, what about you, any noise from Thaddeus?"

"Oh Thad is also weeping and begging, but more to get a chance to hug his lovely Gabe rather than for his life. Guess he doesn't really care what ever the fuck I'm going to do with his body and his look,"

"Well, we can do a brotherly hug, it doesn't need to be homo despite the two of them are actually like that,"

"Why would I satisfy him and his pleading? You know what, I have better plan. Let's see how crazy they react when we plow pussies using their bodies,"

"Oh Gabe was livid when I pounded that chick Daniela. But it just made it super hot you know, her calling me Gabe while the real Gabe screamed for mercy to have control back over his body. You are going to really enjoy that sick and twisted mind game bro,"

"Oh that sounds solid. Fuck bro, you can really just ditch that bullshit dentist career and work for me. Thad got billions to cover his spending and I'm about to tap into the source and drained the shit out of it,"

"Yeah, I figured from Gabe's memories how Thad told him about a glimpse of his life but when I listened to you recollecting his memories, damn bro, I knew right then and there I would just stop going to school altogether LOL,"

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That was 2 years ago, and as Martin expected, despite everyone's initial shock on the altered behavior, he's in the end of the day seen as Thad Hewitt that learned how the rich and powerful should really behave after learning from his American socialite friends, or so the folks back home thought.

His spending became astronomical as he moved to the literal Billionaire's Row after convincing his parents that it's a good property investment rather than keeping him in a rented Greenwhich Village apartment unit that he begged in the past because it was lowkey and provided him with privacy. His parents argued why on Earth he wanted to be flashy and seen all of a sudden and he simply replied that it's about time that the family business branched out to the States and involved in other sector other than mining and energy. He needed the initial splash to garner attention and made a mark so he can get the media buzz around it. That move to his 61st floor unit in the most expensive property in the United States per square footing followed by a ridiculous spending on furnitures, gadgets, wardrobe, personal care and a lavish sport car upgrade he requested for graduation present. Everything Thad wanted, Thad got it.

He even managed to get his parents to eventually supported him to explore the business ventures he wanted to do, which consisted of him hiring his "friends" to make "social media marketing agency" with all the coolest gadgets and apps to support their work and get the biggest client possible and also an event organizing company for the elites where he would plan parties for the folks in Billionaire's Row. Of course he didn't really work in any of it, he paid people to do those jobs as his parents injected fund literaly could pay their operational bill for years while also a fucking fat paycheck for him and Gabe on the side as long as he managed it right. He also invested some of the slush fund that his parents moved to him for crypto like the typical overloaded son of bitches that is not afraid to lose a couple million dollar here and there as long as it made him look cool and enabled him to talk BS to an impressionable audience.

Tonight is the 2nd anniversary of Hewitt Ortega ventures and Thad opened the entire 45th floor of the same tower where he lived for all his guest as no one bought the unit yet for his celebration. The entire bottle of liquor from his favorite bar in Soho plus one of the barrell of his family Argentinian, Californian and Australian vineyard brought to the celebration alongside endless canapes from one of his trusted caterer and connection Laurence. He even brought out the Cuban cigar stash he bought with his first major trading profit that he cashed out right away.

Aside from all the employees/friends that attended, he invited some of the major clients that used his service and also some VC buddies he made along the way as he also started to look at the idea to become an angel investor for some growing startup. Martin Rodriguez might not speak finance or upper class lingo fluently, but Thad Hewitt was born bathed in it so he faced not a single problem to mingle with all the folks and even dominated the conversation. A seductive glance from one of the hotter babes of the night attracted Thad to see where it will lead to, so he swiftly put down the cigar and excused himself away from his VC bros and instantly charmed his way to greet the seductress

"Hey there, you are working for Hannah Reuben, right? Alyssa?"

"Arisa,"

"Oohhh...Japanese......exquisite. Mixed with Brazilian? Let me guess, born in Brazil too?"

"You know your woman, huh?"

"Oh....I make it my business to be open-minded and well-informed about it. Enjoying your night?"

"Yeah, but it can be better, I believe,"

"Well, I can assure you, it's better at the 61st floor,"

"Is that an invitation, Mr. Hewitt? How about your guests?"

"Oh, Gabe and the others can handle them. After all, depending on you, we can be gone for 30 minutes or 1 hour. Most of them didn't last even 30 minutes,"

"So I heard. Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

Right as they entered the elevator and even before the door closed, Thad's mouth already sucked on her neck while his hands already groped her boobs as it slides in effortlessly past through the Alaia dress and her lacey Victoria's Secrets. His hard on pressed through his suit pants and the personal assistant to the star sculptor moaned his name as she can sense the snaking monster behind her

"Oh fuck Thad, you better fuck me as hard as the others,"

"Oh I'm not planning to do things differently,"

Any idea for these guys?

What a swell chap

*click* *click* well, well what do we have here it’s about time they put up a suitable candidate. We’ll it is about time for an upgrade.

*1 month later*

Well I can’t say we’ll miss you or anything but it’s about time we got rid of you and all your trouble, oh by the way tell your new host that Chad said once he’s sorted you out to give me a call *wink*

What the hell is that fucking douche talking about and the wink please as if I’d let him ever fuck me it would be the other way round and only if he grew some double d’s and lost that disgusting dick of his but I never have to see his disgusting face ever again. I wonder who it was that paid for my early release and had the whole drug business thing swept under the rug?

I took a walk down the roadand saw an old pick up I could tell by how old the paint job is that it had long outlived it’s usefulness and was close to breaking down.

You Tom? An old man called out to me.

Yh what of it?

My names Bryan, I decided to bail you out and provide a roof for you so you don’t end up back in that dreadful place, plus I need a strong body to help out around the business.

Whatever thanks for bailing me out but as soon as there eyes are off me I’ll being heading over so don’t bother trying to persuade me to stay, also do you know that fagot guard?

Fagot guard? Oh! You mean Chad, actually he used to be like you he came from the same prison and worked for me before he became a guard for the prison although he comes by to get his bike fixed every now and again but don’t pay him any mind, he dosent want you.

My face just lit up in rage and embarrassment. What the fuck that bastard would be lucky to be with me, so are you a fagot then?

HAHAHAHAHA! Look at me I’m almost 80 if you think I still have that kind of energy in me then your dumber then I thought although a blanket slate means it will be easier to teach you the basics.

Hm so what is it you want me to do anyway?

Oh I just need a fresh body and that’s you I need keep the garage open and it’s getting harder and harder to do so the warden offered you to me at a price and here you are. I’ll get to keep the garage open and get a fresh body to help me.

The fuck I ain’t no slave you can buy!

You aint a slave like you said as soo. As there eyes are off you you’ll be heading off and I won’t stop you.

Fine I’ll buy your act for now but I ain’t gonna any shit that I don’t wanna do.

Again that’s fine as long as you do what needs to be done so just heavy lifting you can do what ever you want.

And with that months went by until a couple days before a set out to get back to my own business. I can’t help but notice that old man has had his eye on me a lot more then usual, well its late I’m just gonna beat one off and hit the sack

That’s it keep it flowing yes just like that yes it’s finally time. He’s finally ready and I’ll be free of sack of bones.

*the next day*

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and the old man isn’t there with his newspaper or coffee but there is a fresh cup with a note next to it *meet me outside and I’ve left a good bye gift next door* huh wonder what it is.

I walk next door to see a box on the floor, I open that box to see black top, pair of jeans, a leather jacket and lastly some leather chaps. Leather chaps?!? What the fuck I ain’t no fagot! A note pokes out of the chaps I humor it.

“put these on or I’ll go to the police saying you thretend me that say youve been fully rehabilitated”

THE HELL! I kill that old fagot, but to get back to my business I need this fuckers approval and blessing so the police don’t take me back, FUCK IT! I’ll just put these on and get out of here and as soon as I’m out of his sights I’ll throw these into the garbage, so I put them on and get the fuck out of here.

I walk out side and there’s the old man but he’s standing next to a bike and by no means is it bad it’s Beutiful exactly what I need to make a grand entrance into town and to take back the business and pick up a hot hooker.

I’m glad you like it, I can tell by the face that you want this baby and I’ve signed everything over to you, the business, the house my fortune and my cloths which I see fit you like a glove I’m happy to see that you fit them I was scared that you weren’t big enough for how much I paid.

Enough with the histerics just gimme that bike and I’ll be hitting the road.

Oh your free to take it as long as you can grab the handles.

I go to move towards the bike but my steps feel weird that feel lighter somehow I cNt explain it but when I look down my boots are empty, what the fuck am I seeing my jeans are flopping in the wind WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!?!

Oh just the perks of being a witch, by the way thank for drinking that coffee this morning and for biting your tongue and putting on my old cloths I’ve planed this for months finally a new body, I can’t wait to fill that empty vessel and thanks in advance for the crown jewels and massive saber I’ll be sure to use them properly with Chad in tmfact he could wait he wanted Me to push this to happen months ago but I needed to make sure nothing went wrong.

With one last breath the world went black, there was just emptiness an endless abyss and that’s when I knew I was dead or at least that what it felt like.

Well he went alot easier then I thought but that makes it easier for me so I won’t complain. I start stripping down everything and with that I take each item of Tom’s or I guess mine since they were mine.

After putting everything on I felt incredible I felt as strong as an ox or vertile as a horse.

Well it’s time to wish Bryan good bye and ay hello to Tom and with that I started taking deep breaths and pulled out Tom’s body that the cloths had absorbed to merge with my current self.

Finally a fresh body and not too bad if I do say so myself, Chad will be happy to play with this new bad boy and honestly I under estimated this guys junk boy is he.. I mean am I packing.

Tom to hit the road and hit Chad’s ass.

What should the new Tom do now?

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