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Alongside the rest of the building, Vince also received the same surprise guest that has been taking over everyone's body in the apartment unit. And just like most tenant, the realization hit him a little too late as the aliens already slithered right into his brain when he realized the takeover. An alien named Quillyn, or Quil for short, found itself inside Vince proper fit build. And what better way to test the strength and durability of such new findings other than direct observation of it

Vince flexed, the bathroom mirror reflecting the ridiculous bulk he'd cultivated. At 29, he is a specimen. Veins popped across his biceps like tangled blue rivers, his chest a sculpted landscape of muscle. Sparse, dark hair covered him from neck to toe – a sight he just started to take immense pride in.

"Marvelous," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate the very tiles. "A perfect vessel."

He isn't talking to himself, obviously. The real conversation is taking place deeper, in the silent, humming spaces of his mind. There, nestled amongst Vince's memories and impulses, Quil reigned. A consciousness that had latched onto him just hours ago, slowly, inexorably, taking root. Quil spent the first one hour of his possession to analyze through millions upon millions of memories stored in Vince's brain. The first time his father brought him to the gym when he was a kid. Then, the various sporting competition with Greg screaming on top of his lungs to push him. The highschool and college dates followed by the casual hookup that grew increasingly passionate and animalistic the older he got.

The constant presence at the gym and the many hours Vince's spent to build his physique.

All of it are visible for Quil to see, analyze and exploit as it pleases. It's like as if Vince handed over the keys to his kingdom to a complete alien which utilized it to learn the in and outs of his own domain

The analysis are proceeding flawlessly. Strength, resilience… optimal for dissemination.

Vince continued to pose, the memories and muscle reflexes started to get real comfortable after a while as the alien tapped into Vince's reflexes.

That memory helped him to know the precise angle needed to maximize the most beautiful rippling effect of his muscle, the right strength and angle to release for an impactful punch, the subtle shift in balance that allowed him to outmaneuver an opponent. These were not just memories, but ingrained physical realities, honed over years of dedication. Quil greedily absorbed them all, a silent student devouring every lesson.

Vince practically has been gone ever since the takeover succeeded. He's merely a husk, a puppet, with Quil filling in the role to animate his 220lbs husk of a body. So, in a move the real Vince would not necessarily approve, his hands, guided by the alien intelligence, began to stroke his thick thighs before grabbing the prized manhood, the 7.5 monstrosity Vince used to plow into multiple holes in the past decades. The alien felt a surge of unfamiliar lust, sharper, more primal than anything it ever experienced.

Excellent, the voice hissed, a triumphant wave washing over Vince's body. Initiate procreation protocols. Disseminate the payload.

Vince is a lost cause. The alien's euphoria became his. The alien flooded his brain with images, grotesque and compelling, of him spreading his… essence — of filling other humans, corrupting them, turning them into vessels like himself. Quil reveled in the fact that there's no resistance whatsoever as it corrupted every single memories and thoughts of Vince as it pleases because it's his memory now

Unable to resist for too long, the building pleasure that rocked Vince's entire body due to the 7.5 inches meat that dangled from his crotch, eventually reached its climax with Vince splattered his baby batter across the bathroom mirror with barely no sound coming out of his mouth due to the surprise. It's a mess, as not only the mirror above the sink that got splattered with Vince's juices, but the tiles beneath him and even the low-ceiling of the bathroom is not spared. It's a sensation that in Vince's own word, earth-shattering, and Quil just finally realized how fitting is that statement. He's so oblivious to the world outside the bathroom, consumed by the building pleasure that rocked his body when the door creaked open.

Vince froze, his eyes snapping open. His father, Greg, is in the doorway.

Quil analyzed the figure in front of him. Greg is 53, but he still cut an imposing figure. Years of bodybuilding had left him with a physique that defied his age, a testament to discipline and iron. His hair, once a dark brown, is now streaked with almost completely white, adding to his rugged charm. He's a stud in every sense of the word.

For a moment, the silence stretched, thick and heavy. Vince stood there, buck naked, his body slick with sweat, his face flushed with alien-induced lust.

Then, Greg grinned.

It's not a fatherly smile, not a gesture of concern or embarrassment. It's a predatory grin, a flash of teeth that spoke of shared knowledge, of something dark and wicked simmering beneath the surface.

"Having fun, son?" Greg's voice was low, gravelly, laced with a strange, almost reverent tone as he started to unbutton his shirt

The alien within Vince pulsed with recognition. It's not alone. It has found another.

Vince returned the grin, mirroring his father's predatory expression. "Just celebrating our… new potential, Dad."

Greg stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He, then begin to takeoff his shirt, revealing that beyone the chest that's still powerfully muscled, he's indeed stacked all over

"I understand perfectly," Greg said, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural light. "Enki did a wonderful job, don't you think?"

The air crackled with unspoken understanding, with the shared purpose of two alien entities inhabiting human forms.

Identified operative 'Father', the alien within Vince transmitted, a surge of elation flooding his mind. Synchronization complete. Commencing phase two…

The scene that unfolded in the bathroom is disturbing, by human standard. The sounds of grunts and heavy breathing echoed through the small space, punctuated by guttural whispers and shared laughter. It's a perversion of intimacy, a grotesque parody of father-son bonding as Vince bobbed his head up and down while talking about "the plan for the future" while his father murmured in agreement, eyes fluttered with his breath hitched due to the sensation delivered by his son's own mouth. As Greg eventually relaxed and spent, Vince happily poured his father a handful as both men spent their day re-learning the bond that made them this close before welcoming Josh, Enki's human ally, later.

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Finally lol @alienpossession

Outfit of the day - when you know, you know...

Last Wednesday was for strolling around the city, drinking lattes in cafe while reading books and pretending like I'm some kind of this guy that is into indie stuff and probably put some quote and quips on my Tinder to lure chicks to my trap

Then, I worn this exec for a "Power Thursday" as I read on his schedules about some board meetings he needed to attend and I was like, well, there's no loss acting like a boss for a day and using a bit more brain to think and strategize. Ended the night with some fancy dinner in that restaurant with almost 1 year waiting list and a blowjob in the very proper bathroom from the very happy client

I was in a mood for more excitement because I know I would just rest throughout the weekend so I decided to don Parker for a well-spent Saturday night partying with his frat bros. Lucky he's in the final semester so his absence were not necessarily noticeable

Spent the Saturday and Sunday as Bobby and Emilio respectively, feels nice to rub Bobby's insane fur and coat that hairy thick abs and pecs with his own cum as I just rot myself in bed throughout Saturday and then decided to change up a bit to Emilio just because I already planned to have a night out with this lovely twunk that matched with Emilio's profile

Then came Monday and the two days rot made me a bit excited to hit the gym so of course I grabbed Ronnie out from the closet and put on his signature black Under Armour to hit the gym. Crazy thing is, I met with the twunk from Sunday night once more and like the whore he is, I fucked him under the shower as if he didn't just spend his weekend getting his back blown. He's cute tho so not like I can blame him or anything, but it makes him on my target if I want to be a seductive, horny twunk, but I was not really ready to convert anyone, think I have too much on my plate already

With that being said, I spent the past two days as Jack and I think I'll stick as him for the time being.

He's absolutely a fucking sweat machine (which I love lol) but he can also look fine when I put on some tight-fitting collared shirt that just enveloped his muscles really well. I'll see how long I can enjoy looking at this look reflected from the mirror, but so far, I'm not bored for one bit

On the cusp of New Year's, Hank Williams made a simple wish under the starlit sky. His heart yearned for Brayden, the man he had long admired from a distance, with his striking tattoos and magnetic presence. With a whisper to the night, Hank wished to be with Brayden, and with a hopeful heart, he drifted into sleep.

The next morning, Hank awoke to a sensation of unfamiliarity. His body felt different, lighter, and more toned than he remembered. As he stirred, he realized he was not in his own bed but in a room that was alien to him. Confusion set in as he noticed tattoos on his arms—eagles, palm trees, intricate designs that were not his but seemed familiar.

Rising from the bed, he moved towards a mirror, his steps uncertain. When he saw his reflection, shock coursed through him; it was Brayden staring back. Hank had become the object of his affection. His heart pounded with a mix of fear and fascination as he examined his new form—his crush's chiseled features, muscular build, and the tattoos that told stories of a life he was yet to understand.

Then, his gaze lowered, and with a mix of awe and curiosity, Hank began to explore further. As he unraveled Brayden's cock, he was struck by its length and the aesthetic perfection it held. He was amazed, his breath catching in his throat at the sight. Tentatively, he began to stroke it, feeling the sensation as if for the first time, yet with a familiarity that was growing with each touch.

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As the pleasure built, Hank's focus was on the mirror, watching the reflection of Brayden's body respond to his touch. The moment he climaxed, his release splattering against the mirror, something extraordinary happened. Brayden's memories began to flood into Hank's mind. Flashes of Brayden's life, his joys, his pains, his loves, and his secrets, all came rushing in, blending with Hank's own consciousness.

In this moment, Hank was not just inhabiting Brayden's body; he was becoming Brayden in every sense. The experience was overwhelming, yet enlightening. He understood Brayden's life, felt his emotions, and knew his desires. It was as if the universe had granted him not just the physical form of his crush but also the essence of who Brayden was.

Hank, now Brayden in body and memory, stood there, the mirror reflecting back not just an image but a new reality. He was amazed at the twist of fate his wish had brought upon him, and as he continued to explore this new existence, he wondered what this meant for his future, for his identity, and for the love he had wished for. The New Year had indeed brought a transformation, one that Hank could never have anticipated, merging his life with Brayden's in the most intimate way possible.

"Huh, what? Different energy how?" said the perplexed Brayden as if a big secret of his is about to be revealed

"I don't know, I can't put it into words. It's just.....a different vibe. Well duh, it's not like I'm a psychologist, sorry for reading you too much bro, I just find it surprising that you let me did it, that's all," shyly responded by Brayden's best friend since high school, Tommy

"Did what? Sucking my cock and swallowing my cum? Well bro, you never asked me, I'm always down if my best bros wanted to cup a feel or compete with my babes, y'know? I'm open like that, as long as I'm the one on top," replied Brayden now with more confidence and swagger as he realized that he really got the upper-hand in this situation

"In fact, you wanted to get back down on your knees once more after knowing that Ellie will not be back for another hour, right?"

As Tommy found himself shoved from the balcony to the more private living room by Brayden, he's forced to look up to his very own best-friend looking down on him as if he's some kind of mere flashlight or something

"I know you love my workout stink, fucker, so here's me putting this shit on so you can inhale the sweats later after I'm done fucking your mouth. Say aaahhh---"

As Rodrigo and Wayne succumbed to their own respective lust towards each other, the hesitant kisses turned more passionate and they started to let their lust drives their next moves. As they tore each other's sweat-soaked tight shirts and released their cocks from the confine of their cotton prison, they marveled at each other's bodies, still not believing that their crazy plan — to takeover the bodies of these straight assholes that made their respective life like hell — turned out to be such a resounding success they have their entire groupchat made their respective jump to possess their desired bodies.

But as Wayne started to piledrive Rodrigo's virgin straight hole with his massive, uncut tool, Phil (currently possessed by the struggling Asian-American off-off-Broadway actor, Lim) walked in to the sight of two hunks that about to fuck each other

"Uh oh....sorry to interrupt, guys. Jonathan is here, alongside Noel,"

Wayne is frustrated, and his now much more testosterone-fueled, angular alpha male face looked like as if he's about to beat someone up because of the interruption. But then, Rodrigo calmed him down

"Go on, Nate. I can wait. You told him yourself to inform you when Jonathan and Noel arrived,"

"They should have arrived 30 minutes ago!"

"Yeah, and maybe you can ask what took them so long. Go, they are your friends,"

So he begrudgingly grabbed his shirt and his underwear to put on first, but then he realized that why the fuck he should cover himself when he looked this stunning, so he dropped it altogether and simply walked out from the room fully naked to "greet" his two friends. Phil is beyond surprised with Wayne's (Nate's) nonchalant attitude but hey, he's also shirtless now so it's not like it's his place to judge

As he walked out from the room, a big Turkish or Persian looking guy grinned at him from the dining table

"Whew bro, what are you doing with all that in the middle of the day? But well, can't blame you tho, we're fucking hot now. Thanks for the spell,"

"Are you Jonathan?"

"Nah, it's Davey here, but you can call me Ferhat now,"

"Ohh Dave.....great to see you. And this guy is---?"

"My asshole of a landlord,"

"Aahhh, I see. Great one, let's talk about your apartment complex later then, gotta find Jonathan first and Noel, Lim said they are here,"

"Oh yeah, they're here, alongside two other people, dunno who. You just need to find the 4 folks dressed up as police,"

"Police?"

"Yeah, they donned this police gear and judging from their posture, I think they jumped into real polices,"

As he walked through the gathered folks that checked him out, which he ignored, it eventually dawned on him that with a group chat filled with more than 70 people, it might not be the best idea to give them all access to the spell because just imagine if they shared the spell to other people?

As he circled back to the first spot where he stumbled with Ferhat, finally he caught up with Jonathan, Noel and two other person that he might not even know just yet

"Jonathan, Noel?"

"Ohh there you are, Wayne. You really wear that skin well. Oh, by the way, I brought along our dates to this, you're fine with it right? These cops messed up in the diner during our brunch when we tried to select the bodies we wanna jump into, so we decided to just jump into them instead,"

So that explains the delay. Well, at least they're safe. And judging from the rest of the people over here, none of them really jumped into law enforcement so maybe this 4 can come in handy. As he realized that everyone from the group chat eventually gathered, he then yelled with his booming voice to get everyone's attention

Ever since I laid eyes on the group of tradies that worked on my neighbor's house, their fate has been sealed to become yet another collection of men infected by the alien spores I cultivated for my own lustful fulfillment. I don't want to bore you with how did I have access to the so-called alien spores or how I, a mere 28 years old nerdy scientist, ended up leading the Research & Development department of a Big Pharma within 2 years of merely finishing my grad school, so let's cut it directly to me stalking one of the tradie when he shopped for some material for my neighbor's house.

When he went to the quieter side of the vast material stores seemingly lost in the selection of wood panels, I simply dropped the spores to the floor and let it made its move to approach his woods....stealthily.

It proven to be yet another successful conquest as the spores quickly latched itself to his pants, which surprised him as he tried to swat it away with his hand as he thought that it was merely some insects or something. The contact with his palm enabled the spores to reach more part of his body and before long, the spores shot itself through the available orifices such as his mouth, nose and ear as it then spread all over his organ system within seconds. When the takeover is finalized, he's a mere drone of his former self. With their core hivemind under my control as I provided it with life sources for months, like a good pet of mine, he started to grin at me and then undressed his clothing

"Wow, yet another bodies. You are one lustful human, don't you?"

I just licked my lips as my hands started to wander to rub my tenting crotch

"Go sniff my reeked shirt and wait for me in my truck, nerd. Let me build up some sweat by lifting these heavy panels and shit like the real man I am so you can have more potent musk to inhale later when we go back to my workplace,"

Obviously, after giving him heads throughout the 12 miles-supposedly-30-minutes-drive that he purposefully lengthened into 75 minutes (and 30 miles!) by taking the more scenic and secluded routes and pitstop where he fucked the shit out of my hole before I shoved his mouth into my leaking cock, he came back inside my neighbor house to infect his fellow tradies. When he called my phone number around 10 minutes after his takeover, I walked into my neighbor house with the 3 tradies already incorporated into the hivemind

I eventually spent my entire evening fucked in the construction zone/my neighbor's house by the tradies trio that fucked the shit out of my holes as if I'm some kind of slut they used to bang when they were straight and still human. The way they really treated me as if I'm just a fleshlight under their mercy really made my head spin as I never really experienced such a senseless fucking from multiple men at once.

The 3 new addition of tradies fit perfectly into my ever-growing collection. Plus, with my bald-headed, intimidatingly huge neighbor followed their fate as I eventually converted him into yet another puppet, I have easier time to gather them all in my so-called "sex dungeon" so I can inspect them in one go while they can mingle together in the basement that supposedly used by my Romanian neighbor to manage his crime enterprises with his fellow underworld colleague.

Well, maybe I should let Dragos to gather his friends and then use the spore to convert them all, must be nice to have his buddies all synchronized with him under one hive mind, right?

From smoke and ashes of a cigar to mere dust fallout from the ceiling, everything can be laced with the stealthy spores. It's effective because not only it gives the element of surprise, but it's also easy to cover the mild, temporary seizure with simple coughing fit that makes sense to happen if someone blow some smokes to your face or your nose got irritated by the mounting dust in an abandoned room

A little bit trickier yet still effective method to blend the spores with powdery material. Me or my puppet operatives usually sprinkled some of the spores into unattended protein powder, line of cokes in the middle of a packed party or a simple healthy powder drinks and watch from the sidelines as the takeover started to affect multiple people all at once.

Heck, even one time I tinkered around with this lube that somehow can also act as a carrier for these alien spores, much to my delight as I watched the willing test subject rolled their eyes as the spores started to take root in their bodies

But seriously though, everything can become a potent yet stealthy tools for takeover when you're dealing with subjects as small as breathable spores. I mean, can you tell me that these guys just merely sniffing jockstrap or chloroformed when their eyes started to turn white and their consciousness slipped away? What makes you so sure that they are not sniffing the new Master of their bodies without them knowing? Be careful out there, it's everywhere and it can come from places or people that you don't expect at all

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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Jake was my tennis instructor. Although I didn’t learn much from him. His cocky personality, and God like physique proved to be more of a distraction on the court. He always made sure that he lost his shirt early in the match.

He wasn’t cheap. Because of his Instagram following, he believed he should be paid like an influencer. At that rate, I felt I literally deserved a few pounds of flesh.

I booked a few private lessons before he went to the gym. I couldn’t risk attempting to harvest him on the first day. It also gave me an opportunity to study his personality, so I could more accurately become him.

Injecting him with the syringe would’ve been too risky, so I slipped the serum into his water bottle when he wasn’t looking. As soon as he collapsed on the court, I knew the process had begun. I wasted no time stripping the little bit of clothes he still had on. He made it so easy for me to harvest him.

His tan skin still felt warm in my hands. I had to hurry if I wasn’t going to get caught. I quickly found the seam in his back and crawled inside. His muscular body left plenty of loose skin before I sealed in. But once the transformation was complete I filled out every inch of him.

I just finished putting his shoes on when I was finally interrupted. Another guy walked up, asking if I was still using the court. Seeing I was the only one on the court I had no more use for it. It’s kind of pointless waiting for a tennis match without a partner. But when I look like this, I’m sure I can find another partner pretty easily.

I finally have a moment to revel in my newest acquisition. I no longer have to waste money on tennis lessons when all I needed was access. I love the way his muscles cling to my body. His powerful sculpted masculine face looks good on me.

Jake was a straight guy. But this body has seen it its last intimate moment with a woman. Now that I am in control, this body is for guys only. I can only imagine the kind of guys he will help me gain access to. When you look like this, gay guys will fall over themselves trying to get access to this body.

I created his new Grindr profile. I took some relatively revealing photos to go with it. But they’re still relatively tame compared to the amount of skin he has shown on Instagram.

When Cal came to me with his proposal, I thought he was joking. He had that mischievous grin plastered on his face—the same one he’d worn when we were nine and he dared me to jump off the garage roof into a kiddie pool.

“Okay,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Run that by me one more time. Slowly. Because it sounded like you just asked me to possess your body.”

Cal shrugged, as if he hadn’t just proposed the most insane idea I’d ever heard. “Yeah. Possess me. Just for a bit.”

“Cal, what the actual hell? Did you hit your head at the gym or something?”

He leaned forward, his hands clasped together in mock seriousness. “Look, man, hear me out. I’m just saying, you’re good at... you know, doing the deed. And I’m not.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” I smirked. “Pretty sure half the girls in town could write a Yelp review about how bad you are in bed.”

He threw a cushion at me, but I dodged it. “Screw you, man. It’s not like I don’t try.”

“No, that’s the thing—you don’t try,” I said, crossing my arms. “You’ve been coasting your entire life on your pretty-boy face and abs. And since when do you care about this, anyway? Girls keep coming back, don’t they?”

“They did,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But word gets around. I think my, uh, reputation is starting to take a hit.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “So now you’re coming to me—your scrawny, five-foot-five, not-half-as-handsome best friend—for help. And instead of, I don’t know, asking for tips, your genius idea is... possession?”

“Look, it’s not just possession.” He reached into his bag and pulled out an old, weathered book. The pages were yellowed, the cover cracked with age. “It’s this.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did you steal that from a museum?”

“No! I bought it online.”

“Oh, even better. Definitely trustworthy.”

“Shut up,” he said, flipping through the pages. “It’s legit, okay? Some ancient Mayan thing. Says here it was used by their priests to channel the spirits of gods or ancestors. It’s voluntary—you have to, like, open yourself up or whatever.”

“And you thought, ‘Hey, instead of channeling an ancient god, why not summon my weird little best friend to make me better at sex?’” I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop grinning. “You’re unbelievable.”

He grinned back. “What can I say? I’m a problem solver.”

“This is so stupid,” I said, but I found myself leaning forward, squinting at the text on the page. “And how exactly is this supposed to work?”

Cal’s eyes lit up. “I knew you’d say yes.”

“I haven’t said yes,” I corrected. “Yet. But go on—what’s the plan?”

Cal pointed at the book, his finger tracing over a block of text surrounded by faded, intricate illustrations. “From what I can figure out, it’s all about intention,” he said. “The person being possessed—that’s me—has to want to improve something. And the possessor—you—has to, you know, want to help.”

“Right,” I said, dragging out the word. “So this spell is just gonna... summon me? Whenever it decides you need a little extra help in the bedroom?”

“Pretty much.” He grinned.

“And then what? I just get booted out of your body after you’ve—sorry, I’ve—sealed the deal?”

“Exactly,” he said, clapping his hands once, like it was the most straightforward plan in the world. “As I get better, you’ll get summoned less and less, until eventually I won’t need you at all.”

I stared at him, trying to process the sheer absurdity of it. “So you’re telling me that some ancient Mayan priests came up with this whole spell—probably to commune with gods or ancestors—and you’re using it for... sex coaching?”

He shrugged. “Hey, it’s a tool. I’m using it for what I need.”

“This is insane.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Wild. Weird. Completely ridiculous.”

“But you’re gonna do it.” He was practically bouncing on the couch now, his excitement as contagious as it was baffling.

I sighed, crossing my arms. “I’m gonna regret this, but... fine. Let’s do it.”

“Yes!” Cal practically leapt to his feet, grabbing the book and flipping to the spell. “Okay, okay. Sit still. Don’t interrupt.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He cleared his throat, his face suddenly serious as he began reciting the words. It wasn’t English—or Spanish, or any language I could recognize. The syllables rolled off his tongue in a deep, rhythmic chant, filling the room with a strange, heavy energy.

When he finished, we both sat there in silence, waiting.

Nothing happened.

“Did it work?” I asked, after a long beat.

Cal frowned, looking down at his hands like he expected to see some kind of glowing aura. “I don’t know. I feel the same.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe it takes time. Or maybe you just bought a really expensive paperweight.”

He scowled, tossing the book onto the coffee table. “It’s legit. You’ll see.”

“Sure, buddy.” I stood up, stretching. “Well, keep me posted if I suddenly pop into your body. Until then, I’m grabbing a beer.”

“Go ahead and laugh,” he called after me as I walked to the kitchen. “You’ll believe me soon enough.”

As I pulled a cold one from the fridge, I shook my head, grinning despite myself. Cal had always been full of wild ideas, but this? This took the cake.

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It happened a few days later.

Cal was out at this trendy bar downtown, the kind of place where everything looked expensive even though the drinks were just watered-down vodka with fancy names. He’d texted me earlier about some “hot brunette” he’d spotted across the room, and I could practically hear his grin through the phone.

I didn’t think much of it until I felt it—a sudden, almost magnetic pull. My vision blurred, and for a moment, it felt like I was falling, weightless, through space. When my eyes refocused, I wasn’t in my dingy apartment anymore. I was at the bar.

And I wasn’t me.

I was Cal.

“What the—” I started, but my voice came out deeper, smoother. Cal’s voice.

“Oh, hey! It worked!” His voice echoed in my head, excited and smug. “Told you it was legit!”

I blinked, looking around. The bar was packed, dimly lit, and alive with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar—a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, the kind of good looks that could sell cologne in a magazine ad.

“What the hell, Cal?” I thought, feeling a mix of amazement and panic. “You didn’t think to give me a heads-up?”

“Didn’t know when it would summon you! I don’t control it myself, remember?” he said, sounding annoyingly pleased with himself. “But hey, you’re welcome. She’s right over there, by the way. Don’t screw this up.”

“Gee, thanks for the confidence,” I shot back.

I turned my head and saw her—a stunning brunette in a red dress, leaning casually against the bar. She smiled at me, and I swear it was the kind of smile that could melt steel. My legs moved on their own./ Before I knew it, I was standing next to her, flashing his signature grin.

“Hey,” I said, feeling the smoothness in Cal’s voice as if it had been tailored for moments like this. “Can I buy you a drink?”

She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “That depends. What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I just saw you and thought, ‘Wow, the night just got a whole lot better.’”

The conversation flowed easily after that, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how effortless everything felt. Cal’s body did half the work for me—his height, his confident posture, even the way his voice carried over the music.

Before I knew it, we were back at his place. That’s when I felt it—the constant, distracting presence of Cal’s voice in my head.

“Dude, you’re killing it,” he said. “She’s totally into you—”

“Cal, I’m gonna need you to not talk right now,” I interrupted.

“What? Why not? I’m just trying to help.”

“Because it’s weird. Like, next-level weird. So let’s see if I can mute you for a bit… Oh yeah, that’s it. Don’t take it personally.”

“Wait, you can—” His voice cut off mid-sentence as I silenced his consciousness. The quiet was instant, like flipping a switch.

I stood there for a moment, taking it all in. His body felt incredible—like a high-performance machine finely tuned for moments like this. I glanced at the brunette, who was looking up at me with this mixture of excitement and curiosity. And wow... I mean, wow.

So this is what it feels like to look down at someone, to tower over them. It wasn’t just the height—it was the power, the sense of being able to protect someone. I felt... strong. Confident. Invincible.

And these muscles? Holy hell. Every movement felt effortless, powerful, like I could bench press a truck without breaking a sweat.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice soft but teasing.

“Perfect,” I said, flashing Cal’s grin. “Absolutely perfect.”

I won’t bore you with the details of what happened next, but let’s just say I got the job done. Better than done, honestly. Here, see for yourself.

When it was over, she was smiling like she’d just found religion, and I was left sitting there, marveling at what had just happened.

Not just the act itself, but the feeling of being Cal—strong, tall, and undeniably desirable. For the first time in my life, I understood what it was like to walk through the world like that.

That’s when it happened.

A sudden jolt—like static electricity but coursing through every nerve in my body. The room around me blurred, the brunette’s satisfied smile dissolving like smoke. I felt myself being yanked out of Cal’s body, like a hook catching me by the ribs and pulling me backward through a tunnel of light.

The next thing I knew, I was back in my apartment, sprawled on the couch. My own body felt... smaller, weaker, like I was wearing a jacket two sizes too small.

I sat up, my head spinning. “Well, that was abrupt.”

My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I grabbed it, seeing a text from Cal.

CAL: DUDE. THAT FELT SO WEIRD.

ME: NO KIDDING.

CAL: Well thanks for the help man, I appreciate it.

ME: Yeah, no problem dude. I had actually had a great time. Thanks for badgering me into doing it.

"I wanna lick your nipple dad, you know how Mom gave me formula too early, I need to suck some tits or something and you seemed to be having quite a milker,"

"How can you speak to your own father like that? You should be ashamed speaking like that so nonchalantly,"

"Well, why don't you punish me then if you feel so distraught by it? Wash my mouth with your spit or something for speaking to you like that,"

"Hmmmm....if you say so,"

Javad gives Kamil a gentle slap to both sides of the 19 years old cheek. Kamil smiled happily before sticking out his tongue as if to receive somethin. Then, holding Kamil's head steady, Javad spits right on Kamil's mouth before starting to kiss his own offspring as their tongue battled for dominance.

Their depraved debauchery lasted for several minutes, with Kamil on his knees receiving streams of spits and kisses from his father. Sensing that Kamil's mouth is already wet enough, Javad then stopped kissing Kamil and he instead lifted his wifebeater to expose the prized perky nipples. Lost in his fantasy coming true and devoid of any remorse from encouraging his extraterrestrial friend to just took over the body of his religiously homophobic dad, Kamil lunged at the hardened nipple and bask in his father's warm muscular pecs with the phone still recording for their personal viewing later tonight

If you told Julian that ghosts were real, then he’d probably just laugh in your face and call you fucking stupid. Ever since he was a kid, he never believed in ghosts, demons, or anything of the like. Paranormal activities were nothing more than a cheesy fantasy to him. 

His stubborn refusal to suspend his disbelief for even a second set Julian apart from other naysayers. Once Halloween season came around, everyone knew not to invite Julian to any haunted houses unless they wanted an earful of his bitching about how unrealistic everything looked. He was a buzzkill through and through. 

Julian didn’t mind being left out of the spooky festivities though. If anything, it gave him plenty of time to just enjoy himself at home. 

One night, strange things began happening around his apartment as he was just chilling in bed. However, being the stark nonbeliever that he was, Julian simply explained away everything with logic and reason. 

Flickering lights? Probably just needs new light bulbs. Sudden, cold gusts of wind? Most likely just the A/C kicking in. Random creaking and groaning sounds? No doubt just the loud neighbors upstairs.

As the night progressed, the strange occurrences grew more erratic and inexplicable. However, regardless of what happened, Julian remained unfazed. Little did he know, however, it was a ghost behind all paranormal activity in his apartment. A ghost had wandered into his residence, looking for a human vessel to take over. And what better choice for a vessel than a nonbeliever? 

Just as Julian was getting ready for bed, all of the lights in his apartment blew out, leaving him vulnerable in pitch-black darkness. Despite this, he merely groaned in annoyance and used his phone flashlight to finish getting ready.

“Goddamn it… That stupid landlord really needs to get off his ass and fix the wiring in this fucking building…”

Julian finished his nighttime routine and tucked himself into bed. He turned off his phone flashlight, allowing the darkness to swallow him whole, and closed his eyes. As he waited to fall asleep, the ghost decided to make its presence known. 

Ooooo… Ooooooo…

“Great, what now?” Julian grumbled as he sat up in bed. He was face-to-face with the smoggy ghost with pink glowing eyes. For the first time in his life, Julian had been confronted with something his sense of logic couldn’t explain. He was speechless.

“What the fuck…?”

Ooooo… Ooooooooo…!!!

The ghost made its move and charged at Julian while he was too busy trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It slammed into his face, causing Julian to fall back onto his bed with a thud. Panic and adrenaline kicked in as he realized he was in danger. Julian tried scuttling away from the ghost, but it was quickly gaining on him. The ghost positioned itself right on top of Julian’s face. He began coughing as the thick, ghostly fog enveloped his head, granting the ghost the perfect entrance into his body. 

The ghost began trickling inside Julian’s body through his orifices. Mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes, the ghost used every hole in his head. Julian convulsed and thrashed around his bed as he felt the inside of his body getting filled up with a ghostly presence. The sounds of Julian violently gagging filled his bedroom. He flexed the muscles in his throat in an attempt to stop the ghost’s main entry point, but it was useless. The ghost continued pushing its way inside of Julian despite his efforts. It was an expert in possessing other beings and there was nothing an ordinary human could do to stop it now. 

Once the ghost occupied enough space inside of Julian, it began exercising its newfound control over his body. It started by forcing him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes shot open as he felt his body moving against his command. Wanting to seal his throat again, Julian raised his hand to choke himself. However, the ghost read his thoughts and quickly used his other hand to stop him. Julian tried resisting the ghost’s control over his body but to no avail. His throat relaxed and his mouth hung wide open, ready for the ghost to finish slithering down inside of him. 

“Mmmrrmph… Uhhhhh…” Julian moaned. He gripped his bedsheets as he slurped up the last piece of his invader with one final gulp. Julian felt full of a ghastly sensation he couldn’t explain in words. His body was tense, sore, and bloated all over. As he laid there, panting for breath, Julian felt his hands start moving on their own. They reached out to his torso and began massaging his pecs and abs. The ghost’s body takeover was complete. 

“MMMMM! FEELS SO GOOD!!!” the ghost bellowed in a loud, demonic voice. It was overjoyed to have flesh and a real voice again. No longer would it be forced to communicate in ooo’s like some cartoon ghost. 

The ghost purred as it explored its new vessel, relishing the feel of the firm, hard-earned muscles it had just stolen from Julian. A nearby mirror caught its eye, and the ghost scoffed at the sight of his reflection.  

“HMPH. FUCK THESE CLOTHES. GET NAKED, NOW!!”

The ghost snapped its fingers, and the powerful sound echoed throughout the apartment. Then, within seconds, Julian's wife beater and sweatpants burst open. Shreds of fabric fell to the ground like confetti. The ghost smirked again as it saw Julian’s heavy tool hang low.

“A FINE SPECIMEN OF A HUMAN MALE INDEED!” The ghost wrapped its calloused hand around its new cock and gave himself a few pumps. “PERFECT FOR BREEDING! CAN’T WAIT TO USE IT—”

As the ghost was busy admiring its newly possessed body, Julian’s phone began ringing. The ghost scowled at the phone for interrupting his moment of self-worship, but his expression softened when he saw the name of the incoming call. Pedro. 

Then, inspiration struck. The ghost quickly grabbed the phone and cleared its throat before answering. 

“Hello? Hey, what’s up?” the ghost said with Julian’s voice instead of his regular voice. The man on the other side of the call talked normally, failing to notice anything wrong with his friend. The ghost grinned with a malicious gleen in its eyes as they spoke. Its body takeover plan was going perfectly and was about to get even better.  

***

“Hey, are you still awake… Cool, you down to chill tonight… Alright, I’ll be over in a bit. See you soon.” 

Pedro hung up and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. He was shocked that Julian answered. He knew that Julian was a creature of habit who never strayed from his routine. It seemed odd to Pedro that he would still be awake past his usual 9PM curfew without good reason. Maybe Julian couldn’t sleep either? Pedro wasn’t sure, but decided to just brush the thought aside and get ready. He already told him he’d be coming over after all.

Pedro threw on some random clothes and drove downtown to Julian’s apartment complex. He punched in the access code, took the elevator, and walked up to Julian’s doorstep where he awaited him. 

“Hey! Glad you could make it,” Julian said as he dabbed him up. 

“Thanks for having me over. Watchu doing up tonight anyway?”

“Not much really, just can’t sleep. I was actually about to start watching Netflix right when you called.”

“Really? That’s cool.” Pedro made himself at home while Julian helped himself to the couch and turned on Netflix. 

Pedro felt a shiver run up his spine as he took off his shoes. He felt like he was stared at. Pedro turned and saw Julian grinning from ear to ear. 

“You good, chief? What are you smiling for?” Pedro asked. Julian shrugged. 

“I’m just enjoying your company. How are you feeling tonight? Come join me.”

“Good… Thanks for asking.”

Pedro felt goosebumps form on his arms as he sat next to Julian. In all the years he had known him, Julian was never a smiley kind of guy. Although they were pretty close friends, something about Julian’s demeanor seemed… wrong. He never went out of his way to create a warm, welcoming environment for his guests. No, Julian was a serious man who did just enough to not be marked an asshole by others. 

With that suspicion in mind, Pedro tried sneaking a glance at Julian. He tried to do so without Julian noticing, but he immediately caught him. He turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Pedro saw Julian’s eyes flash pink. 

Julian returned his focus back to the movie. Meanwhile, Pedro was trying to mentally process what he had just seen. He replayed the image over and over in his head. It was just a brief second. Blink and you miss it. But Pedro knew what he saw. Julian’s eyes had turned pink! 

“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem tense,” Julian asked. He threw an arm around Pedro’s shoulder, but Pedro shook him away. 

“What’s wrong with me? Bro what’s wrong with YOU!?” 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean— Why are you acting like this? Smiling at me, acting all extra for no reason, and your eyes! I swear to God bro your eyes turned pink when you looked at me! What’s with you? It’s like you’re possessed or some shit!!”

The two men stared at each other. Pedro was waiting for a response but never got one. Instead, Julian closed his eyes and tilted his head downward. Pedro opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a low chuckle coming from Julian. His shoulders were bouncing as his laugh grew gradually louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, he threw his head back up and let out a deep, maniacal laughter that rang throughout the apartment. His eyes were glowing bright pink, too! Pedro fell onto the ground from the shock. He wasn’t serious when he accused Julian of being possessed. It was just a figure of speech! But it was becoming all too clear that he was correct… 

“AMAZING!!” Julian’s voice boomed. His voice had dropped to an unnaturally deep pitch that shook Pedro to his core. “NEVER IN THE HUNDRED YEARS THAT I’VE BEEN AROUND HAVE I BEEN SUSSED OUT THIS QUICKLY! I CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH!!”

“What are you? WHO are you?” Pedro said as he picked himself up from the ground. 

“Does that really matter now? As far as we’re concerned, I’m Julian. Always have been, and always will be. At least until I get bored of this body anyway.” 

Pedro was glaring at Julian as he spoke. The ghost noticed and chuckled in response. 

“What’s the matter? You want your little friend back? Do you really think—”

Before Julian could finish his sentence, Pedro charged at him at full speed. Pedro grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the couch. The ghost was shocked at how quickly a big guy like Pedro could move. He had him pinned down before he could even retaliate!

“Listen here,” Pedro whispered. “You’re gonna get out of my friend’s body and you’re gonna do it now. Do I make myself clear?”

Pedro had a tight grip around Julian’s throat. The ghost was struggling to breathe, let alone talk. Pedro softened his grip just enough to let the ghost talk. 

“I can’t!! This body is too tight of a fit, I won’t be able to leave without something pushing me out! Something long and hard like a shoe horn!” 

Pedro contemplated how best to force the entity out. An idea quickly came to mind, but Pedro wasn’t particularly happy about the implications. He looked down at his buddy’s face, then decided what he was about to do was well worth the price if it meant saving his friend. 

“Heh, alright fucker! Hope you’re ready to leave cuz I’m gonna force you out with my dick!!”

Without hesitation, Pedro made his move. 

He planted his mouth onto Julian’s lips, catching him by surprise. It was a sudden, rough kiss but it was a welcome one. The ghost opened his lips and let Pedro slip his tongue in as it kissed him back. The rough, scratchy feeling of their beards brushing against each other’s lips caused them both to let out low, sensual groans with every kiss. Their hands became frisky and began exploring each other’s bodies as they made out. Pedro groped Julian’s ass, Julian massaged Pedro’s jacked arms. They locked their lips and bodies pressed against each other as they moved towards Julian’s bedroom. Once there, Pedro pushed Julian onto the bed and quickly took off his clothes. Julian did the same. 

Pedro hopped in between Julian’s legs and wrapped a hand around his throat again. The ghost looked at him with big, wet eyes full of desire. Pedro merely smirked. Even though he was the one that started their little makeout sesh, Pedro wasn’t doing it for fun. He was doing this to save Julian from whatever was possessing his body and nothing more. 

“Open your mouth.” 

Julian did as he was told. Pedro leaned in and spat a ball of saliva into Julian’s mouth. As he watched Julian swallow his spit, Pedro grinned and tightened his grip on his throat, causing him to let out a suppressed moan from the delightfully sensual feeling of getting choked. 

“Such a good little slut! You like when Papi spits in your mouth?”

“Yes Papi, I love it!”

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Papi! Please, sir! Spit in my mouth again!!” Julian opened his mouth as wide as he could and Pedro spat into him again. 

“Good boy!!” Pedro said with a cocky smirk. He then leaned back down and planted his lips against Julian’s again. 

They shared a few more deep kisses and as they did so, Julian felt something begin to poke against his butt. Pedro pulled away to spit on his erect cock. As he lubed up his dick, he took a good, long look at the man laying underneath him. 

Although he had always been curious, Pedro had never actually fucked a guy before. Though the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, Pedro was glad his first man was a hottie with a body like Julian. 

With that thought in mind, Pedro leaned back down for another kiss. This time, as they made out, Pedro began guiding his dick to Julian’s hole. Once he lined up his tip, Pedro pushed it in until his cock penetrated him.  

“Mmm…” Pedro purred as he felt his dick go inside of Julian. The warm feeling of his tight ass enveloping his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout his groin. 

“Mmmmm— Hm? Ow! Arghhhh!”

Pedro let out a horrific gagging noise as he threw his head back. His pupils went white and his body became stiff, trapping Julian underneath him with his dick tip still planted inside of him. 

Yes, finally! Now let me inside!!

Meanwhile, a sinister smile formed on the ghost’s stolen face. It then took a deep breath in and exhaled. As it did so, a thick fog left Julian’s mouth and went straight inside Pedro’s agape mouth. 

“Mrrrmphh? Mmmmugghhhh!!!”

Pedro convulsed violently as his body was getting filled rapidly with the same entity that took over Julian’s body. It felt like he was getting stuffed with air. His muscles tightened with every mouthful of ghost essence he was forced to swallow. Before he knew it, Pedro felt his consciousness fade away as the ghost took complete control over his body. The last thing he remembered was feeling his face muscles form an unwanted smile before everything went black. 

“Hehehe… TWO VESSELS IN ONE NIGHT? FEELS FUCKING AMAZING BROO! OHH I LOOK SO GOOD WITH TATTOOS! JUST LOOK AT THIS HAIRY BODY!!”

Pedro’s cock slipped out of Julian’s ass as the ghost took a deep whiff of its dank pit smell. It looked down and blew a sharp whistle at the mere sight of its new, long member. While Julian had girth, Pedro had length. The ghost wasn’t sure which dick it preferred. Not that it really mattered though, as it would be putting both to good use. 

Julian’s body went limp now that the ghost was out of him. His eyes were open but with a glazed over look to them. The ghost tried catching his attention, but Julian was unresponsive. Do doubt he was still in a severe daze after getting possessed. 

The ghost smirked. It decided to make the most of having two bodies under its possession. It flipped Julian over onto his stomach, then stuck Pedro’s cock back into his ass. 

“Yeahhh take that big dick like a good bitch,” the ghost said in Pedro’s voice. He watched with a smile as his massive 8 inch cock disappeared into Julian’s ass. Once it was entirely in, Pedro grabbed Julian’s waist and began thrusting into him like he was furious. 

“Fuck yeah! That’s how I like to get fucked, raw and hard! Got that, you oversized lump of walking meat!?” the ghost said out loud. Once it finished issuing its command to Pedro’s body, the ghost exited through his mouth and zipped straight into Julian. 

“Ahhhh! AarrrggGGGHHH FUCKKKK!!!” Julian shouted out as the ghost re-entered him. 

Between Julian’s body getting possessed again and having his ass full of thick, Latino cock, the ghost was caught between two powerful forces of erotic stimulation. Additionally, even though the ghost wasn’t directly in control anymore, Pedro’s body was still moving according to its last command and fucking him as hard as he could. 

“Ah— Ahh— Oohhh— Fu— Uckk—!!” Julian cried out with pleasure everytime Pedro rammed his hips into him, forcing his cock even deeper into his ass. 

“Push your ass out.” Pedro said in a monotone voice. He pushed Julian’s head down into the pillow as he arched his back even further and bit into the pillow. Pedro picked up the rhythm of his thrusting speed and jackhammered away at Julian’s hole. 

The small bedroom became filled with the erotic sounds of two men fucking like their lifes depended on it. Pedro grunted like an automated fucking machine and Julian moaned like the cock hungry slut he had become. They had become drenched in sweat and their body odor permeated the air, filling it with a potent, sweaty musk that was absolutely delightful to the nose. 

“Nrghhh… Ohhhnghhhh!”

Julian felt Pedro’s fucking speed change. He was getting close, but the ghost wouldn’t let him finish so soon. The ghost quickly shot itself out of Julian and back into Pedro. Pedro gagged briefly as the ghost zipped down his throat but then let out a sigh of relief as he fell under complete possession again. Now that it was at the steering wheel, the ghost slowed down Pedro’s thrusting to stop him from blowing his load. The ghost then decided to stay as Pedro and take a turn at topping. 

It pounded away at Julian’s ass, his cock sliding in and out at rapid speeds. Once the ghost noticed Julian was getting close to finishing, it returned to Julian’s body to stop him. The ghost kept up this cycle for a good while. Whenever one of the men was close, the ghost would repossess and prevent them from shooting their load. The ghost kept them at the edge of climax, only to cut them short every time. 

The ghost was making them fuck for as long as they physically could. The time gap between body takeovers got shorter and shorter. It got to the point where the ghost could simultaneously experience fucking as Pedro and getting fucked as Julian, like being in the middle of a threesome. It was a bodily ecstasy unlike any other. After not having flesh to call its own for so long, the ghost felt like its senses were on fire! Only once it finally had enough, the ghost exited their bodies and allowed them to shoot out their heavy loads in what looked like a sticky, white eruption. Both Julian and Pedro bellowed out a loud FUCKK as they became drenched in their own bodily fluids. They were both left panting for breath after such a rough hookup! 

The ghost floated in the air after it finished having its fun. It needed a moment to breathe too! But it knew that it didn’t have too much time to relax. After all, Julian and Pedro could wake up if it took too long! Thankfully, however, the ghost’s worries were unwarranted. As the ghost hovered back down, it saw a strange sight. Julian and Pedro turned to face the ghost, and despite  neither being actively possessed, their eyes were still glowing bright pink! 

The ghost was amazed. It had come to Julian’s humble abode to take over Julian’s body as its new permanent vessel. However, in an awfully lucky turn of events, the ghost had successfully secured not one, but TWO human bodies to possess (and as if that wasn’t enough, it was two well-endowed, hairy Latino men too!!) 

It was too perfect. The ghost couldn’t help but relish in its own flawless success. It hopped into Julian’s body and let out its signature demonic laugh. Then, just as a quick experiment, it hopped into Pedro’s body and laughed. It was true— both Julian and Pedro were under its control! Even if the ghost wasn’t inside them, they only waited until their new ghostly master returned. 

And so, the ghost continued living as a human, sometimes as Julian, sometimes as Pedro. To make things more convenient, the ghost decided to have its vessels get married and move in together. Although it was the ghost behind their every word and action, Julian and Pedro looked like they were just happily married husbands to the outside world.

And nobody would be none the wiser.

"Are you for real? Babe, the fuck? Why are you so dramatic?" Wes said mid-workout, both of his hands still gripping the dumbbells as if the pump should never stop, even when his marriage is in the brink

"Dramatic? You voted against my body! Against my rights! Against Ava's future! Why do you have to be so selfish?"

"Well, it's not like if I vote differently, the election suddenly went the other direction. Like.....seriously, calm down. You don't see the other wives walk away from their home,"

"This will be the last thing I said to you as your wife so you better listen to this carefully. Imagine not having a say about your own organ, let alone your own body in its totality. You voted for that. And I wish.......there's some kind...of wa-- way that will make you understand t--t--the feeling of losing autonomy....over your own----

*blackout*

Wes immediately realized that something is totally wrong as he witnessed his own self standing over him, building up sweat like crazy as the impostor finished his set. Then, it hits him, he's wearing his wife's clothing.

"Fuck yeah babe, finally, you're awake! Got the kids back inside and decided to do my workout while waiting for you to wake up. How do you feel?"

Wes is in complete disbelief. What on the Twilight Zone is happening here? The comically dreadful situation then quickly turned into a more tense setting as the impostor lowered his voice

"You said none of the wives are as dramatic as I am, right? Threatening to leave home and all that? Well, let's just say, this is the kind of way out the ladies managed to pull off. You're not the first one,"

Wes cannot hide his shock. Is the impostor really saying the truth? Is that why the men were quieter in the neighborhood group chat the past few days? Everything started to make sense, but still, a bodyswap? What kind of witchcraft is this?

"One last thing though. You probably wondered why then the men just accepted their fate and not running around for help. Well, let's just say that once this thick meat plough your new-found hole, you are going to be practically moldable to my whim. I'm definitely going to make you one hell of an obedient stay-at-home-mom devoted to make her husband and family happy, including aligning yourself to all your husband's belief. You will never vote against my wishes, ever again. But let me lift till failure first before I fuck you silly. Enjoy your last few minutes of freedom, babe,"

I think this is my longest story ever. The pictures really triggered something in my mind. Hope you all can enjoy it