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Justice

I sat on a bench and started reading the newspaper. It was all over the news. Bart Reagan was the first man convicted to life time in prison for illegally switching bodies with another guy. The police investigated the case for months. Of course, they collaborated with the poor man trapped inside Bart’s body and helped him to regain his life back. Sure, the victim's name is not public and has remained a mystery. Now people can only celebrate that justice has been served and speculate what the US government will do with such powerful technology. 

Now, people often say that rich people always get away with what they want and this is no exception. I knew that my tech was very risky and that no sane man would willingly switch bodies with an old man like me. It was a convoluted plot, but it worked perfectly. Sure, when I approached the police and tell them that I was poor Rick trapped in the body of Mr. Reagan, most of the people didn't believe me. Showing the tech helped in a way, but gaining support from Rick’s friends… in reality guys that despised the young jock, was the thing that sold it out. From an ethical standpoint… Yes, I lied and stole the life of this man. But, from a legal perspective, I did nothing wrong. I switch bodies in front of a judge, so from now on I will be Rick Santos. If you disagree, well… I will see you in court. 

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. 

Hany Rambod’s New Body (POLL)

Hany Rambod is a 24x Olympia coach who trained the best muscle monsters out there like Chris Bumstead and Phil Heath, but seeing the new generation of bodybuilders, makes him yearn for his younger days and the spotlight.

Though Chris Bumstead was originally planned to be his next body, but decided to go someone younger with a lot of potential which he settled on two younger upcoming bodybuilders: Axel and Sean

Which Body Should Hany take?

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Sean?

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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!

As I explained in a previous post, the last year has been horrible for me. Now I have finally finished my university exams, and I have time. I will publish again. I do have pending publications, especially requests, and to continue the story of Venom and that of "The Great Host". First of all, I apologize.

And second, now that I'm free I'd love to receive requests again, although after all this time I'm sure you've lost trust. I'm also always available for role plays or for you to tell me ideas for content that you might like. Thank you very much everyone.

These MILFs legs are all wobbly like jelly now when I stick my tongue out and gently imitate the way I'll eat their pussy in the bathroom. They instantly called 911 when I did it back when I was still in my fucking twig-like janitor's body, fucking overreacting bunch of bitches. Now, with Aaron the coach's body under my control, the only thing they do with their phones are trying to record my every movement when I coached their kids, as if I didn't know that they will use it to pleasure themselves later, or sending some raunchy messages to my number begging to get some personal attention from me. How the table has turned

Could you make a possession story out of this?

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.

Ck......such a close call. I would've been captured if I didn't have the ring with me and this guy didn't lounge around in his low-fenced backyard getting some tan with his eyes closed. Guess the case will be a cold one and my whereabout will remain a mystery for those poor cops. And me? Well......he is....scratch that, I am a recently married man.....and I cannot wait for my pregnant wife to give birth to our lovely kid and make our family even more complete. He got some business ideas up in his sleeve to sustain the family's life aside from his income being a sponsored fitness influencer and adult entertainer. Hmm.... maybe rather than landscaping, I can put my own twist to it and start planting my own weed as long as my wife agrees to it