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Obviously, no complaint whatsoever. It seems like he was also getting ready for the eclipse when it happened
His hands pretty rough tho, can't be just regular workout. Crossfit? Yeah, seemed fitting. Just going to confirm it as soon as I get access to his brain, starts to get some little details about him though so I expected more to come
The Solar Eclipse - Switch
You are watching the Solar Eclipse when suddenly, all of you who's watching it passed out. Then after the eclipse, you learned that everyone who witness the eclipse randomly switched bodies.
The last photo you like will be your new body.
Here's mine.
Let me see who you've got.
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James minded his own business under the sun on the private beach within the resort perimeter when a fit older daddy whistled at him. Being the flirty young stud and noticing the bling on that fit daddy's body, he grinned back at the older guy before approaching him. That turned out to be the biggest mistake that cost James his life as the older guy eyes suddenly turned pitch black and his warm smile turned into a devious grin.
Already within grasp of the older guy, James found himself trapped in his place as the older guy grabbed both of his shoulder as he grinned
"It's about time to shed this old skin and start again,"
That's when pitch black smokes emanated from his ear, nose and between the gritted teeth of that older man and started its infiltration into James. The young stud unable to scream for help as time seemingly froze during the moment and before long, the smokes entered his body through all the opened orifices, including his navel and ass crack that slightly revealed due to his skimpy swimwear.
As the final wisps of the pitch black smoke settled into James' body, the devious smile seen before in the older guy now copied to perfection by James.
The older guy seemed confused and at lost, but upon making eye-contact with James pitch black eyes, the older guys pupil dilated and he started speaking monotonously
"Ready to be in service of you, Master,"
James just grinned widely as his eyes turned back to its original hazel color. He then dismissed the old guy to return to his room and James will swing by later to pay the older daddy a visit.
The sun is blazing and James already spent quite some times on the beach anyway, so he walked into the shower area to give his new vessel a thorough inspection.
The shower session was sensual to say the least, as the smoke seduced James body and pushed it to its limit by exiting and entering his body all shower long. The real soul of James can only scream and moan everytime he managed to wrestle control of his body even if only temporarily. Eventually, as he neared orgasm, the black smoke not only entered James body, but also managed to attach and penetrate itself to James actual soul, corrupting the young stud even further as the black smokes now take on the form of James, even in astral level. That is the final push that resulted on whatever humane about James released out with the geyser of sticky white mess the dick released all over the shower stall, inviting delightful chuckles from the new and sole owner of James Dalton physique.
As he left the shower, he grabbed the clothes James brought along. He already put on James shorts as he checked his body in the mirror.
The musculature, the glistening sweat, that irresistible charming face, he's a complete manipulator ready to wreck havoc for women and men alike. But he needs to really scream his sluttiness from the get go, so he closed his eyes and focused his power a bit. As smokes coming out from his body as if he's a fire fuming out smokes, his hair color seemingly bleached on its own and not even a minute later, he's now blonde and looking straight like a lusty sex deviants
Now, he's ready to live life to the fullest, making sure to destroy all humans he decided to be deserving of his corruptive love and subsequent control over them.
#male possession#male takeover#demon possession#mind corruption#personality change#male vessel#male puppet#male mind control
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"LOL I won! Kneel, loser! Remember, no tap out unless the victor said so!" he said with excitement as he slid his compression pants off to reveal a growing erect snake, ready to impale my throat. He's too dumb to realize that this is the plan all along, letting him keep scoring so he gets bigger and dumber with more points he scored. Now look at him, no more the snoozefest and scrawny 115 lbs nerd I have to tolerate as roommate. He's now physically on par with me and we clearly have the same interest in health and fitness, partying and having the absolute fun using our bodies. Plus, a bet is a bet, and respectable men always follow through with their bets and promises. This is just pure friendly banter between two best friends, no homo.
#male shapeshift#male muscle growth#male transformation#dumbed down#roommate tf#male tf#personality change
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"If I caught wind of rumours that Clay Penn acting different or anything that hinted Clay not being normal, this fist will land right on your face. And you know pretty well that despite everything, this fist will still hurt as if the real Clay launched it right to your face. And oh, do you think I have no idea that he fisted your hole too? Damn right I know, he's been quite the closeted stud, don't you think? Keep that mouth shut and maybe we can go public by the start of summer break, sounds interesting, right? The real Clay wouldn't have the balls to be out and proud like that, especially with a lonely fag of a loser like you, but I don't give a crap about what people think about Clay, as long as I'm the one in control of this skin and making him doing everything I wanted him to do with everyone thinking that it's Clay through and through. So, hand that phone so I can delete that stupid video and let's keep this under wrap between the two of us, deal?"
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Have you watch spacejam? Those aliens who steal muscles but instead of stealing muscles they steal bodies of athletes possessing them and enjoy being huge and powerful in their bodies. Seeing them both disrobe the bodies in the locker room and using their original puny voices in those amazing bodies and joking around swapping flesh
Wait, that happened in spacejam? Brb checking it out, I thought those cartoonish alien just stole their ability to play basketball???
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Hey, love your stories and your main page too. I started my own tf page but since this is a secondary account + I try to separate this account from my main, I decided to just drop the message anonymously as somehow I can only ask from my first account??
My tf-focused account is @onetwistedfantasy
Maybe if you can read through my stories and found them exciting, you can blast this message to your followers base. That will mean a lot for me!
Hey there newjoiners! I see that you have something brewing there. If you guys are into a developing world-building of possession, maybe you can give this page a visit!
@onetwistedfantasy
The pictures used are very......local, I assume? It's a nice touch and hey, it's pretty rare to see these people on our timeline since at least in my case, it's filled with insta-hotties and guys with massive following. I think since your audience will not be limited to your country, an explanation of what are some of the local terms might help. Literally had to Google "Polri" to find out that it's an acronym of your country's police force LOL. But all in all, great set-ups!
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Rites: St Patrick's Day
It's a day celebrated by many people, especially Irish community. And in such a blessed festivities, several Irish-descent gained some kind of magical development blessed only on the time window of St. Patrick Day.
I've been hella distracted all day long, and it's all because of my roommate Patrick. He's always been a rather sporty guy from the get go, and I'm pretty much used to the fact that we're not necessarily that close as a roommate since we have totally different interest anyway. But, ever since he walked back in to the dorm after his shower this morning only rocking that towel, I simply couldn't take my eyes off him.
He's pale as fuck, yes, and not like that muscular or anything, but it's just super enchanting to see him glide around our dorm and dress himself up for the day. Since we have separate bedroom and only connected by this study-common section, we have our privacy and moments to ourselves rather easily. He decided to be a bit loud with all the oohs and aahs as he probably checked himself out. I was sure I heard him say something about his "slightly tanned skin" or "veinous muscular arms that make people feral" or even "my fat and girthy uncut cock" but well.....I think I would be a bit proud too over my body development if I have a studly physique like his
I remembered some of our final convo before we left for our respective schedule as he exited his bedroom and ready to leave earlier than me
"Clean the bathroom before you leave for your class, okay?"
"Can you take care of my laundry first? You don't have class till 2 PM, right? You can sniff it if you want HAHAH! Nevermind, just do my laundry, okay?"
"Come and watch me play with my buds after your class, okay? We'll play in the outdoor field, then we can head back to the dorm together, sounds nice, right?"
And I simply said yes to all of that. On top of that, even when he left, the obsession remain for me. I bet I spent most of my day daydreaming about him rather than putting on any substantial work whatsoever to my classes.
I found myself scrolling through IG and rewatching his stories upload about his workout session before I eventually dashed to the basketball court to watch him play as my classes wrapped for the day.
I followed all Patrick's movement on the court and practically ignored the other players, it's like as if he's my world and I need to focus all my attention to him. Eventually, when the sweating, post-basketball-reek Patrick brought me to his car, he simply put me in my place as he said
"Now be a good faggot and start huffing. This is the shit that keeps you going, this gives you satisfaction when you can prove that you served me well, right?"
And just like that, I accepted that as my truth
#male transformation#male muscle growth#reality change#oblivious#male mind control#male manipulation
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Told him to stop pursuing my daughter, but he insisted since he claimed that what they have were real. Well, he must be surprised that body swap is also real then and he's never going to see his wonderful cut muscle in the mirror or my daughter ever again. He screamed bloody murder as my associates brought his weak, frail and old body away so they can "take care" of him with my daughter frozen in shock before glaring at me, but I honestly don't care.
I know he only wanted our family's money so he can just do his workout and be some kind of eye candy next to my daughter that will certainly give her favorite boytoy everything. But after all these liars and manipulators she entertained throughout these years ever since I transferred her into the body of her dream, I really have enough of men slut around so I need to punish this one to show her I'm not going to let her be distracted from devoting her time to the family's business.
Hope this will be a lesson she won't forget, especially with the fact that she tried to swap this particular man whore with one of my right-hand man and expected me to not notice. Only God knows what kind of things she tried to do by having her latest man whore inside my trusted people. Sometimes she can be too silly at times, you know.
Now with me right by her side after his "dad" sudden passing, her time will be devoted to carry on the family's multi-billion dollar business. Me, well, I will be right next to her, monitoring her every steps while enjoying my time working out and lounging around to enjoy all of this fortune.
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I think people are overreacting. They said I changed a lot between Christmas break and Spring break, but I literally still weighed 225 pounds anyway. What are they talking about me being fat? It was normal for me to bulk out for winter, and that was not fat. I just reoriented my workour to start the cut throughout spring to prep for one heck of a shredded summer, and they really be saying smack as if I was some lazy fat lard, insane to be honest.
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Rites: Purim
Purim is quite synonymous with us Jewish people dressing up for the day as a way to commemorate it. Well, we decided to possess this two straight guys that harassed us the night before when we went to drink at the bar around the corner of our apartment. If we walk around buck naked, we still actually qualified for celebrating Purim since these two straight studs are just now mere costume that we slid into. But, that's a bit too cliche and we're not trying to get apprehended during the day where we supposed to have a celebration, so we're going to bring these assholes for a spin in our leather clothings reserved for special celebration like this. We plan to have a well-deserved feast of some nice food and tight twunk holes as the dessert when we spin by our favorite leather bar. There's just no way people wouldn't throw themselves at us when we're looking like this
#rites a loose series#male possession#revenge possession#male takeover#straight to gay#couple possession
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Rites: Ramadhan Kareem
He's a very strong and mentally-focused guy for most of the time.
But it's not rare to caught him lacking or tad too exasperated for his own level in the past few days.
Eventually I found out that the new hunk I spotted everytime I visited this gym for the past 3 months is called Amir and he's observing Ramadhan as a devout Muslim adult. During Ramadhan, he's basically expected to fast from sunrise until sunset, so, quite like intermittent fasting but with religious undertone in it. That explains his shortened reps and the way his gym session moved from 7.00 AM to 6.00 PM in the past couple days. I wanted to have a try of that body for quite some times now but his mind blocked all my previous attempts. Now, with his weakened state of physique, sliding into his body is just so damn easy. Too bad for him, I slid into his body a bit too quick, so I guess I practically caused his whole fasting for the day went to waste as my takeover of his body pushed him out of it as he's some kind of jizz, and if my learning served me right, it's not allowed for them to masturbate when they fast. Well, he can replace it later, right? That's another thing that I read, but hey, it's not like that puddle of sticky, water-like substance of his consciousness ever going back in to this body LOL. My takeover is a one way traffic, and the only way he's going is to the drain while I'm going to enjoy this fine stud until I get bored and move on to the next body.
Oh right, have to take care of my now-dormant previous host in one of those shower stall. Have to call 911 for an emergency, that muscle ball of a wrestling jock served me well for the past 2 years and a half, the least I can do is to give him a rather proper departure out of this world
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Rites: Balinese Day of Silence
A lot of my friends said that I picked the wrong date to visit Bali as during one of my day in Bali, it coincides with Day of Silence, or Nyepi as the locals said. In that particular day, everyone, including foreign tourist, will be "trapped" in their room or houses where no lights, electricity or fire are allowed. Some lax definitely given to tourist like they can cook as long as the fires or the smokes are not visible by others outside of their confinement or they can swim in the hotel pool and roam around the hotel, but well, I love to unwind myself, so I think I'll be doing just fine trapped in my room for 24 hours anyway and enjoying the practically total silence and darkness for the time. But, my friends were right about me probably getting bored and I did see that would be a problem. What I didn't mention to my friends though is the fact that I stay at this private men-only resort and I would bring my potion trunk along with me.
So, if you can excuse me, I'll participate in this particular day like a good tourist that I am by minding my own business. You see, I believe that time will flash by when I'm inside this hunk, there's just so many things to explore about this sexy Latino stud neighbor of mine in this resort, it will keep me occupied for 24 hours.
Besides, if I manage to find myself bored exploring all the nooks and crannies of this stud, I spotted this other handsome fit stud from the neighboring room. His ground floor room has direct access to this private pool so maybe I'll concoct another trusted potion of mine and chug it so I can transfer to that stud if I wanna take a dip
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On his way to meet-up with his Grindr date. One thing Jeff likes about his life nowadays is the fact that he can swipe right to the most vile or even unattractive person, and with the premium paid version of the Chronivac seamlessly weaved into his Grindr, he can adjust that person to his liking. This seemed like a beta version that is not yet released to the public, or so he thought as he didn't even know to whom this phone actually belongs to. He just found it randomly in the club one night, tinkered a bit with it and then find the Grindr app looking a bit different from his usual one. That self-exploration lead him to find out about the built-in Chronivac, which he abused to sculpt himself into God's perfect image of a human being. He packed himself with muscle in all the right places, get rid of all the shortcomings like his poor eyesight, scoliosis, his partial color-blindness and all the small yet annoying sparse body acne to leave himself a nice, taut and smooth body. He increased his height substantially to 6'4" from his previous 5'6" form and rather than staying as a mixed Lebanese-Mexican man, he went on full Caucasian as he renamed himself as Dominic Groth, a German-Australian self-obsessed bodybuilding content creator. With such discovery, now he's excited to share this blessing to more people, of course with him as the one bestowing the transformation and the receiving end mostly unaware of the changes, at least for now
As he knocks on the door of his date, instead of a boring 5'7" fat fuck of a middle-aged accountant that clearly couldn't pull anyone, a towering 6'7" confident muscle beast answered the door
"Glad you ain't no catfish,"
"Same goes for you, Daddy,"
The massive guy smirked, his cock stirring in his pants after being called like that by a hulking 6'4" jock. Memories of his past life seemingly vanished into thin air as he grabbed Jeff into his house with such ease and confidence, as if this is just another day in the life of this bonafide muscle stud.
#male shapeshift#male transformation#chronivac#chronivac tf#male muscle growth#reality change#nerd to jock#nerd to hunk#fat to fit#oblivious
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Richard actually preferred to spent his Spring Break lounging around his quaint and peaceful university town. But, since his Uncle drove all the way down to pick him up unannounced, simply because Richard is in the same state now, not like he could just shush that man away so he lazily packed his bag and hit the road with the 43 years old hulk of a DILF
They didn't talk much throughout the long trip into the farmland as Richard pretended to fall asleep before eventually really falling asleep on the way there. But he's dead wrong to assume that his Uncle is unaware of his avoidance. In fact, that very attitude is the sole reason why his Uncle came all the way down to pick him up. It's time to mold Richard into the perfect Dawson boys, and Spring Break provides the best timeline in order for Richard to hit his final alteration right during summer
When the pair arrived at the sprawling farm, Richard realized how stinking rich his family must be with all these acres of land under their possession. It's been more than a decade since he last visited the family farm, but clearly this visit will leave him with the memory about the family farm much more clearly. His uncle let him rest for the remainder of the day, he even fell asleep right after his quick dinner and cleaning himself. But Richard didn't expect that he needs to do some hard labour the following morning!
"Your cousin Adam is spending some time with his sickly wife while Steve took off for the entirety of this Spring Break to spend time with his kids. So I need your help, boy,"
"Wait, Adam is married?"
"Yes, a year ago, don't you remem--- oh yeah, you were on your gap year trip,"
The tone his uncle used irked Richard a bit, gap year trip, but he let it go. His mind is focused on the fact that Adam is the same age as him, and he's married? At 20? 19 if he considered the fact it happened a year ago.....what a totally different life the two of them have. His uncle snapped Richard's out of his mind as he told the pale, gangly-looking Richard to put on the boots before helping him around the farm and the ranch. Richard at first doubted that he could fit into the boots, but somehow it fits him just right. So, off he goes with his uncle
Day after day, the routine remained the same. He will wake up at around 5 or 6 AM, have his loaded breakfast and head out with his uncle. He surprisingly found himself enjoying the routine, he even started to address his Uncle with "Sir" and cooked the breakfast for the two. He simply didn't notice the change in his reflection on how his skin tanned on its own, how his form straightened rather than hunched per usual, how all his clothings somehow altered to solely consist of black t-shirt, jeans and some plaid shirt and he just didn't bother to ask his uncle for the whereabouts of his other clothing. He also failed to notice how his uncle has been subliminally planting in his subconsciousness that he enjoyed working in the farm, that he preferred to be called Dick since Richard sounded too posh for him, that Dick has always been interested with farming and the idea to continue the family's business, that Dick wanted to recruit some good trusted friends of his to join the family's business and how he needs to pivot to study about agriculture or farming in uni.....well, scratch that, he will probably drop out later in the summer and learn better about farming or agriculture by working with his Uncle.
Imagine the surprise his roommates got when Richard went back from his Spring Break 30 lbs heavier and looking like a Southern farm stud with his outfit and the way he got this drawl out of nowhere. And he apparently have a souvenir too for them
"Got these from my Uncle, now, try to put these babies on and tell me how it feels,"
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Fast forward to summer, not only Dick really followed through with his drop out plan, he brings along his now much-more fitting roommate to join him in the farm
Hey there, a bit rushed with this execution but hope it's still an enjoyable read
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"Thanks for the treat, big bro. Highly appreciate it,"
"No big deal, bro. Just trying to stuff some new things to your head, you know? Hope it helps you finding your purpose in life,"
"Yeah, such a life-changing experience to be honest, I feel like I'm a brand new person altogether,"
Hunter just smirked. Soon, his whole entourage will be filled with people from his old neighborhood and he cannot wait to rekindle old friendship and caught up to events and stories he missed out during his journey. After all, as what the folks said, the more the merrier, but for now, he wanted to have his fair share of fun with the little brother he left ages ago.
Out of the Ghetto
“Yo… fuck, fuck… this is incredible bro”
“I told you that I was going to come back”
“But not like this fucker. I really believe that I was never going to see you again when you left the hood”
“And leave my little bro to rot in the ghetto? Common, you know me better”
“So where did you get this whitey?”
“This whitey has a name… it is Hunter for you”
“Oh boy, That is the whitest name ever”
“You think so? I have got used to it”
“So, how?
“Well, I was working for this super rich lady. Cleaning pools and all that shit”
“Hunter was her fuck boy”
“Gross… no, he is her son. So one day he visited. He didn’t want to talk a lot, but I was certain that he was the one”
“So how you were able to convince the fucker”
“A lot of patience. It took me two years to convince him to take a beer with me”
“And the deal was done”
“Yeah, with one sip I knocked him down. Then I perform the ritual”
“How did he react?”
“Very bad, but with my record, he will spend several years in jail”
“So what now? you only came to show me that you now own a jet”
“No, Hunter… I have a lot of rich friends. I will love my little bro to be again with me”
“Becoming a rich whitey… that is crazy bro”
“Believe me, it will be the best thing to ever happen in your life”
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He's aware that you checked him out. He's aware of that raging fire in your eyes (and the raging hardon shown in your sweatpants). But it's not within his interest to really engage with you. No, he enjoyed treating you like the dirt you are right now, the same way you treated him last week when he walked in all wide-eyed and wiry, instantly putting you off with yet another geeky but hella loaded client. Too bad he didn't take your judgment and rudeness lightly. Couple that anger with the insane gadget he developed, you became his first human subject, practically swapping his physique with yours as he drained all that muscle and confidence out of you. In a more cruel twist of event, he dumped his raging repressed homosexuality and social awkwardness to you, plus the scoliosis and now you can only lust him from safe distance, unsure if your approach will be reciprocated and his glances to you indicate interest, not disdain
A short story for @vindictivenerdcels reckon that this kind of story is exactly in his alley
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They should have ensure that the perimeter is clear and watched out for suspicious activities for the safety of the President and his entourage from miles away as part of the sniper's team. But, they are too distracted to even do their basic job as the soul of the two wandering ghosts that mind their own business dragged by some powerful force into the sniper's studly bodies
When the investigation rolls out the following week over the incident that almost took out the President's life, all of the snipers came out with fake stories on what they did during the attack of the President. The angry indigenous witch angered by the President's newly-signed policy that would destroy her land ensured that all those snipers briefed to the tee on what they should said. With her control over all those ghosts anyway, briefing them all at once is as simple as talking to a pot of water that transmit her messages and command directly to the mind of all the possessed snipers. She promised them permanence on their new bodies, and all of those spirits obliged with no questions asked, already enjoying their meat puppet a bit too much and couldn't let it go that easily
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