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"Finally, this body belongs to me."

A.I. Illustrations by @bodyhopper-files. Generated with Midjourney V6, text prompt.

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“You see, this is why you keep your shit clean,” explained Bruce to... well, Bruce but in some weak ass freshman’s body. “You keep your shit clean, you wipe down your sweat after using the machines, you don’t leave your cum soaked jocks lying around in locker rooms, or else guys like me are gonna have plenty of access to your DNA. I mean, I just used your cum soaked jock for fun, I literally could’ve found traces of your DNA all over this fucking place!”

Former-Bruce sat in on the bench flabbergasted. It was late enough and he thought he was the only one in the gym. One minute he was alone doing bench presses and then suddenly he could feel his entire body weaken and shrink, as though he was deflating, nearly killing him as his newly weak body struggled to rack the weights before they crushed him. He felt coolness between his legs and saw his package recede and flatten the front of his gym shorts his face contorted into one not his own. The next minute he was sitting up and catching his breath as he watched the string bean nerd he made fun of earlier saunter over. Former-Bruce had made fun of the nerd earlier, asking him why he was wearing such an oversized, cringy, nerdy shirt with the sides cut out, that kind of fashion was reserved for jocks like him. His fashion choices started to make sense very soon.

With each step, he grew taller and taller, did little stretches as his body inflated and hardened all over, adjusted his gait as Bruce saw movement in his shorts which must’ve been his cock and balls bursting larger in size and rounding out his package. Finally, he contorted and twitched his face a little as his jawbones grew sharper and more pronounced and his features got insanely sexier and blemish-free.

“Wh-Why...” Former-Bruce asked weakly.

“Why you? No particular reason,” Bruce answered. He paused for a second then laughed out loud, “Come on bro, what kind of question is that? I mean, look at you!” He struck a pose with his beefy arms and felt himself up. “I’d be an idiot not to! Plus, you’re Bruce fucking Langfield, desire and envy of every guy and girl on campus. Seriously, how do college quarterbacks do what y’all do and still keep your faces this sexy?” He stopped and laughed a little.

“I don’t know why I’m lecturing you, I honestly should be thanking you. How often am I gonna have the opportunity to get access to such prime DNA if dumbasses like you didn’t just leave their shit lying around?”

Former-Bruce felt dizzy, he didn’t know if it was from the sudden and drastic changes in his body or the sheer impossibility of what was happening.

“H-H-How....”

“How did I do it?” new Bruce interrupted, picking up the weights Former-Bruce was using minutes before.

“Well,” he started pumping the bar with the multiple large weights attached. His body was already exhibiting an impressive pump, but his arms swelled considerably as he flexed. He continued with rhythmic breaths, “I come from a family with, let’s say ancient abilities. Weird stuff, good stuff. But it has some bullshit age barrier.” He had done about 20 reps so far and was only just beginning to break a sweat.

“Makes sense, though...” he remarked seemingly to himself with exerted breaths, “Can’t have a bunch of young dummies running around, hulking out with every turn on they get.” He racked the weights with several pants. He was sporting a throbbing hard-on from the exertion and general rush of his new body. He could see Former-Bruce staring at his boner, and he gripped onto the shaft over the gym shorts. “Seriously, bro, wanna suck it? I know you’re thinking ‘no homo,’ but bro this is you! How often are you gonna get that chance?!” he asked excitedly, but Former-Bruce just weakly slowly shook his head with revulsion in his eyes. Bruce shrugged his massive shoulders, “Suit yourself!”

“Anyways, gotta be 18 to get it. Good for me, I hit lucky 18 just 12 hours ago. Hate that it took till college, but college offers such splendid options, such as yourself.” He stood in thought panting, “Well, I guess I should start saying myself! Aww bro, I’m gonna have so much fuckin’ fun stepping into your life. Plus I’ll have access to so much high quality DNA with a tight bod like this...”

Bruce felt up his washboard abs and cupped his heaving muscle tits, pinching his nipple. Former-Bruce, summoning what little strength he had, thought for a moment, and formulated a solution: “Y-yeah, but now I’m y-you dumbass...... I-I’ll just find out how you did w-whatever you did and get my-myself back.... fucker..”

“Oooh, Brucie! I’m sorry bud, but did you think our bloodline would last this long without a failsafe? Nah, bro, ancient blood’s still in here with me. It’s here,” he popped two huge bicep poses again, “...aaaand here,” and bounced his pecs with a little grin, “...aaaand here,” he turned around and flexed his glutes, which bounced against the fabric stretched taut across his ass, “...aaaand, best of all, here.” He slowly reached into the gym shorts and flopped out his still-hard cock, pumping it a little with a slight moan. The gym shorts fell to his feet and he stood before Former-Bruce exposed. The grin sank from his face and he stared at Former-Bruce with intensity, “Which reminds me...”

In a matter of seconds, Bruce jumped onto the bench, straddled Former-Bruce, grabbed him by both sides of his head, plunged his hard cock into Former-Bruce’s mouth, and began bucking wildly. Rhythmic choking sounds and wet slaps sounded through the empty gym and Bruce grunted with each thrust. “Sorry, Brucie! Another failsafe!” he shouted into the ceiling of the gym. He gritted his teeth and intensified his thrusts until he fired a hot, thick load directly down Former-Bruce’s throat. He didn’t even have the option to swallow, as it felt like his stomach was being forcefully filled from the source. Bruce dismounted from atop the bench with an exhausted sigh and, with his hands still gripping both sides of Former-Bruce’s face, he planted a comical smooch on Former-Bruce’s freshly fucked mouth. “Aww, bro, I think you’re gonna like this part.”

Bruce stood back with his arms crossed as Former-Bruce sat panting weakly, his mouth lazily hanging open. Former-Bruce rolled his eyes back as his body began gradually sinking down, down, down, down, his extremities pulling in on themselves. By the time he was hunched over on the bench, impossibly small, his features began to disappear and his body finally collapsed in on itself. Finally, he fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Bruce stood grinning over the new jockstrap with his hands on his hips. He bent over and picked up the fresh, white jock.

“Not bad work!” he said to himself as he stretched the elastic of the jock in front of him. He lowered the jock, stepped into the legs, and shimmied the fabric up his hairy, toned legs. He let the elastic *snap* against the top of his ass and his thighs, and scooped his package into the pouch. It formed an obscenely large bulge in his silhouette.

He admired the size and heft of his package in the new jock in a nearby mirror, flexed his massive muscles all over, and gave himself a wink. He scooped up his gym shorts off the ground, slung them over his meaty shoulder, and made his way to the exit.

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When I told my father-in-law that I would leave my body to him on the condition that he didn't turn me into a leather-daddy, I should have noticed the signs when he agreed so quickly and changed the subject. Now, 4 days later I woke up with a headache, in a different room and completely naked. When I turn on my phone, there is a recorded message: Thank you for the suit, son-in-law. By the way, in good time, "Daddy." Your onlyfans account is doing great. Just in case I have left the door open, so in a while I will return to what will be my new body. Thank you for your sacrifice.

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so cocky and demanding

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ghostly possession

Ooh this fleshie should be fun! This guy knows how to dress for success! And check out the package and ass, Hubba hubba!!! Can’t wait to get my hands on my new package!

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FWUMPH! “You’re gonna be a tight fit leather boy! I don’t normally squeeze myself into fleshies your size unless I gotta reason! But the way you fit that tight ass of yours in those chaps really set me over the edge. I just gotta know how those things feel hugging OUR cub body together!”

The overweight ghost of a middle-aged man slowly squeezed his way into Carter’s mouth. Carter stood paralyzed as he felt the ghost fill up his body and start to expand it in order to fit.

It started with his thighs. He could feel the ectoplasm seep into his muscles and stood in horror as he felt his legs thicken and push his pants to their max. It didn’t help that perfect ass had done the same thing. It wasn’t long before his arms followed suit and ballooned out like a bodybuilder’s biceps. Finally, Carter could feel his slim stomach start to fill with the ghost’s oversized beer belly. Carter could feel his leather shirt stretch out to contain his new bear body. It wasn’t long before he blacked out entirely, too terrified to even look at his new form.

“OooOOoh! Damn! Not what I was expecting baby! But we look even better like this!” Carter said with a new, older voice and a giant smile on his bearded face. “We might need some new clothes buddy. I don’t think these are gonna hold our new bear bod.”

Carter started rubbing his new leather-clad bubble butt and feeling up his beer belly. “Or we could chance it of course! As long as we don’t bend over too much we might be safe!” Carter giggled in his otherwordly voice.

“Hey Carter, what the fuck are you doing out here man?” A man said as he approached his possessed friend. “Whoa! What happened to you?!”

Carter grew a devilish smile and lunged at his new friend and started to make out. He loved feeling his friend’s bearded lips and reached around to grope his friend’s ass. Carter’s huge boner pressed against his leather pants as he made out. The friend was too turned on to even make sense of the situation.

“Fuck you taste good fleshie! I don’t think I’m ever gonna leave you!”

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As soon as the hat was secured on his head, it was over for him. The programming took hold immediately; he wasn’t very bright to begin with. Dumbing him down was an easy and efficient addition to our ranks.

What was his name again? I forgot. He’s already forgotten, too. Names aren’t exactly a priority right now, with the mind-numbing pulses coming from the hat, reaching deep into his brain. The waves of pleasure being fired into his fried brain make him hornier and hornier until all he can think about is how helplessly horny he is, and how being so hard makes him feel like such a dumb jock, such a dude, a bro just trying to find the nearest thing to fuck. It’s overwhelming to him at first, but he quickly adapts.

And now he’s ours. We’re spreading the Dumb Jock gospel now, brother. I think he wants to fuck you. Look at how he’s looking at you. He’ll definitely convert you in the process of topping you, slipping the cap on your head before he cums, and then you can be one of us too. You ready, bro?

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Come here, little man. Feel this chest. That’s it, rub your hands over my pecs. Go ahead. Pinch the nipple. Feel the strength. This is all gonna be yours soon. We’re gonna train you. Make you huge. Make you strong. You’re gonna get massive like me.

You feel it? Yeah, you do. You feel your body getting big. Muscles getting huge. You’re bulking up. Every moment you touch me, you’re growing bigger, stronger, dumber.

Oh yeah, dumber. You’re losing your old life. Your old memories are gone. You’re a muscle beast. You’re thick and huge and strong. You don’t need smarts. You’re dumb.

Mmm, that’s it. Look at you, growing big like me. Swelling up nice and strong. Hairy, manly, huge. Go ahead and flex, bro. That’s right. Feel your strength. Get used to your new body. You’re huge now, bro, you’re like me. You’re one of us. You’re one of the muscle beasts. We made you one of our own. Now it’s your turn to transform a bro of your own.

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They said it's so off-putting to see bunch of scrawny nerds lighting on big rolled cigar. Not to mention the fact that we actually choked by the thick smoke created by it as we never even smoke anything before. But guess they eventually shut their mouth and did not protest any longer when we finally take over these corn-fed asshole bodies and enjoyed cigar with a lung that can handle it. We're alphas after all, this is the type of shit we do

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This story is so so good

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Grandson

I felt incredible as I walked through that park. I close my eyes for a bit. I enjoy the smells, the breeze on my face, and the suns’ rays warming up my bare chest. It was a small moment in time, perfect in every single way. I then look at my surroundings and noticed some girls looking at me. My shaft immediately got hard. It has been a while since I have some action. But now looking like this, with the body of Corey, I am certain that there is nothing that will stop me.

Corey was always my favorite grandson. We have so much in common. We both love sports, working out and have the same type of humor. I knew that the boy always admired me. He respected me and wanted to follow my steps. I was the one that initiated him on his fitness journey, I was the one that convinced him to study law. The only thing that I was never able to convince him was taking the habit of smoking. Understandable as that brought my demise. Sure, he was crushed when I was diagnosed with lung cancer, and he cried a lot when the doctors told him that I have less than 6 months in this world. I try to endure and accept my reality. However, I wanted to live… I couldn’t accept my fate. I know that I did something horrible, Corey cried so much when I use that stone to switch our bodies. He definitely felt betrayed. However, in part this was his fault. He was too perfect. Of my 12 grandkids, his life was the only one that I felt it was worth living. Of 12 grandkids, he had the only life that met my high bar. I left him dying on that hospital and, since then, I have been enjoying being a young stud. I light the cigar and felt the smoke filling my lungs. This body is not used to it, but with time it will get used. Do I fear that I could get lung cancer again. Yes, however I still have this stone. So, if this life ends like my last one, I could always take over the flesh of my next beloved grandson.

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Does anyone know what video this was made from?

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Day #25 - "Choice"

Of all the bodies I could choose to hop inside, this was definitely the best! I didn't know who he was at first because he was wearing ordinary clothes, but when I peaked inside his memories of him, I found out he was filthy rich! An heir of a powerful mogul from New York! From what I could gather from his mind, he alawys neglected his father's fame and money, trying to live a simple life… I have to admit that I just possessed him to bang some dudes and hop out of him, but now that I'm here, it's time to elevate my style with some fancy suits and make daddy's proud by finally joining the family business, with the plus that I can fuck any man I want! It's a win-win situation for everyone…

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Mr. Jenkins was my next door neighbor. A kind and good man, who went out every day to water his plants and pick up the newspaper. I have always been a gifted athlete, and at 22 I had a very good physique, but I was also smart, and I am studying at the university. One morning when I was out for a run, Mr. Jenkins invited me for coffee and I accepted. We talked for hours, and he told me his stories from his Casanova days. I could not believe how my kind and good neighbor was a sexy womanizer in another era. The minutes passed and I observed how Mr. Jenkins was falling down in his attitude. I couldn't bear to see him like this, and I offered him to possess my body for a few days. I told him that I was gay, and he told me that it was not a problem, as long as I let him hang out with some girls. Well, the rest is private, but I think "a picture is worth a thousand words"

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Please, someone help me please!!!! A crazy old man kidnapped me. Several weeks ago he kidnapped me and took me to his mansion. That bastard has a lot of money, and an ability to get inside me and control me. Like possession or some shit like that. I'm alone now, but he'll be back soon, someone help me. The only thing he does is fuck, party and smoke those horrible cigars. I don't want this, it's horrible. Oh no, I think he's back. No, no, stay away from me. Nooooooo!!!!!!!!

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Hey baby, what do you think if when the boys and I finish the game, you and I go to dinner in the city?

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Secrets

Body a day - #27: Closet

This is an excerpt for a longer story I'm writing, but haven't finished yet. I will probably be able to finish it in the new year.

“Damien, we need to talk,” said my father, his tone was very serious, and the whole ‘we need to talk’ wasn’t something I had ever heard him saying before. Dad sat down on my bed and looked at me with a stern face, “Damien, I know you stole it from the hospital.”

I flinched… He knew, how long had he known?… “Why did you do it?” he asked, there was an undeniable disappointment in his voice.

I decided there was no point in lying, I might as well be honest.

“I’ve been using it on my classmates.”

“Why?!” my father said clearly shocked, “they are your friends, why would you do that?”

My father’s words really stung, though he probably wasn’t aware of how much they did, having had my secret exposed was mortifying enough, my voice began trembling as I answered.

“Friends?!” I said trying to hide being upset, “They were never my friends.”

My father’s face changed from shock to concern, which made me feel a bit better. It seemed like he understood somewhat.

“I thought things were going much better socially, you were popular, you were spending more time with them, going to all the parties – even coming home late at night.”

“It was all just a facade, so that I could get away with it… Earn their trust and not to arouse any suspicion.”

My father said nothing, he just looked at me with something I assumed was sympathy, so I continued my rant.

“To them I was merely an asset, I was useful. I only got all that attention, because I was the first in my class with a license, I could drive them places, be it drive-ins, the city or home after they had drunk their brains out. I was their chauffeur, their designated driver, that’s all. I’m not saying I was being excluded or bullied or anything, but I’m just not like them… And despite all the attention I’ve gotten, it still doesn’t change that I don’t see them as friends, they are just my classmates, they are acquaintances if you would prefer a different term…”

My father remained silent, he clearly was going through some strong emotions too, struggling to put them into words. I hadn’t seen him like that before, it almost felt like, he thought he had failed as a father for not noticing my discontentment sooner.

“I see,” was the first thing my father said after a long pause, it took him some time before he continued, “how did you do it? I don’t suppose they volunteered for it.” “I put something in their drinks,” I admitted, saying it out loud made me feel very ashamed.

“That’s very irresponsible, do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!” my father said angrily.

“I know, but you have taught me of how to dose sleeping pills, and I only gave them a very small dose, I never hurt any of them, I just needed them to be passed out long enough for me to…”

I hesitated, I probably shouldn’t go into more detail, I think he got the picture; “and none of them suffered any side effects.”

“You couldn’t have known that, you can’t just-”

“I know, I know, it was wrong and I’m sorry, but what’s done is done.”

“And what did you do with them?”

I went over to my closet and opened it, then I pulled out the three skinsuits, placing them all on the bed for my father to see. He was breath-taken and shocked as he looked at the display.

“You made three?”

I nodded.

“Have you- have you worn them?” “Not really, no, a few times at home, but not for long, I couldn’t risk you or mom walking in on me. And it’s not exactly like I can go outside wearing them, I’d risk running into someone, who knows them, or even worse – run into one of them. But I really wish I could have… tried to be someone else, if only briefly.”

My father seemed lost in thought, then he resolutely got up and looked straight at me, “then pack your bags, you and I are going on a little road trip.” I couldn’t believe his reaction, it was relief.