Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Choice of three this time.
Being the stable boy wasn't that bad; I cared for the polo ponies. Sure it was a dirty job with long hours but I enjoyed it.
It was late afternoon when they returned Castlemate II; one of the Persians. He was sweating heavily as I returned him to a stall; I started to dry him off and groom him when I noticed blood on his flank--it looked like a very bad whipping. I knew it would be Christian, the owners son; rich, big and a bully.
Christian sauntered in; still wearing his polo shirt, his brow beading with sweat. He rested a thick arm on the gate and looked into the stall. "Fucking animal, lost the game because he's not fast enough," he sneered. "Still taught him a lesson he won't forget."
I threw the harness to the floor and stared at him. "You're a fucking bully, asshole. You should appreciate these ponies, not beat them."
Christian raised an eyebrow. "So you have some balls then, but you're an idiot. I can just get another pony," he pauses for a moment, "just like I can get a new stable boy." He was a lot bigger, but I wasn't afraid of him. "Oh by the way, you're fired," he growled.
I realised I had nothing to loose. As he turned to leave I caught him around the head with a spade and he crumpled to the floor. It didn't take long to tie him up, it was going to take something special for him to appreciate the ponies.
He woke, and struggled against the ropes; his eyes where blazing with fury. "Good, I wanted you to be awake for this," I said to him cooly as I removed my clothes.
Reaching over with my index finger I traced an ancient simple into the sweat in his forehead. Grunting I doubled over as I took Christians image; thick muscles popped and slowly my face pulled to reflect his.
Slowly I stood up to Christian's full height smiling. "You've got a lot to learn," I told him in his own voice. Again I painted another symbol into his forehead, and watched as he bucked and struggled; his heavy frame deflated and flattened.
Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I shook him easily from his clothes and ropes. I laid his large flat form over a chair making sure he could still see me as I pulled on his clothes. "I know Christian," I smiled flexing a muscled arm, "is going to be looking after his ponies more."
I picked up Christian and walked over to the pony; it shied away, but was reassured when I whispered in its ear. With a grin I threw Christian over the ponies back like a blanket, I touched the ponies neck and felt it warm as Christian sunk into the animals back.
I held the pony as it shook and stumbled and returned to its head looking into its eyes. "Well Christian, lets see what you learn. Maybe I'll give your body back--we'll see."
wow thats a pretty neat story! do pic number 2! about the snake possesssing or puppeteering the guy holding him unkown to all of the jocks friend thats its the snake that is making the jock move and the jock being the pet
Maybe a story line for picture three would be about how someone possess the guy to get revenge at him by announcing in his body to his fellow teammates that he's gay, but decides to go against it after he's in the body and the previous persona takes over
Marco was hot in that 'not quite there but will be in two years' way, and he was all attitude and very little substance, while I was just another average guy - not the stereotype weak nerd, but not the jock Marco was, and not the kind of person who anyone would notice. And I liked it that way, because I'm a warlock. That doesn't mean like on Bewitched or Sabrina or whatever, and it isn't like that Damian guy in the porn stories. Nor am I one of those fake "wicca" types, following a poorly restored ancient religion that wasn't much like the modern one. Not that this is a bad thing - the modern one is much much less nasty than the original. Nobody has to be the Barley King any more.
But yeah, I can do magic, stuff that's real, but it takes time and the right circumstances and I did have to get naked in the moonlight.
See, Marco had decided he was going to make me his casual bitch at school. He kept poking at me, making rude jokes when there weren't teachers around, and even though most of the guys didn't think it was funny, one or two did, enough to make my life harder than it should be.
So I decided to cast a turnaround on him. Every rotten thing he did was going to go back on him. Which wasn't so bad, really, because anything good he did would come back to him too. Has to be a balance, after all.
So I sang the final spell on Halloween, naked in the moonlight, nearly froze my balls off, and he stopped hassling me by Turkey Day. He had a couple bad accidents, but then he had some good luck, and after a while, he was even being nice to me.
That was good. He was a pretty decent guy, really, and he actually started asking me to do stuff. I was hesitant, but I figured, if things went really bad, he'd get it worse cause I was right there. So we ended up hanging out after school, skating, went fishing, that kind of thing. I had been careful not to be too general with the spell, didn't want him to end up being forced to be a vegetarian or join PETA or anything stupid.
And yeah, it's stupid, but I started to get a crush on him. I know he was being a good guy because of the curse, but dammit he's cute and he was treating me like someone he wanted to be around, and that's been rare. Like most people with real magic, I tend to make people without it not want to be around me as much. I figured that the spell was encouraging him, and I went with it.
I accepted his invite to go to his New Years party his family was throwing, and I guess there was booze in the punch, because I kind of remember him kissing me at midnight, and then I passed out.
I woke up feeling really warm but really drowsy, and everything was blurry and I could hardly see or hear, but the smells were really sharp and oh god I couldn't feel my arms or legs...
I felt something moving nearby, and an enormous pair of hands picked me up, I felt myself wrapping around an arm that felt as big as a tree.
"Dude, Justin," I heard a really loud voice, and it smelled like it was Marco, and I realized after a moment that I was wrapped around his arm.
I tried to talk, but my mouth wouldn't make words.
"It's OK, man. I'll figure out how to fix this," he said. "You never told me you were a witch."
I shook my head and gripped harder in annoyance.
"Oh, warlock then? That explains the curse."
Marco held me up to a mirror, and I could see, sort of, that I was a huge brown and tan snake.
"My folks are travelers, you know, Roma?"
I felt amazingly stupid hearing that. One rule, for my particular kind of magic, never ever curse a gypsy. It never goes the way you expect it to go. I slumped a bit, but he rubbed a finger over my head.
"My grandmother found the curse you put on me but she didn't take it off, she said it was a good thing, would make me be a better person."
I squeezed again, wishing I could explain. I ducked my head behind his hand.
"No, it's OK, I'm glad you did it too. I was being a real asshole. But it put you in between me and my enemies."
He laid back on his bed and put me on his chest, which was warm and felt good. Honestly I'd wanted to feel it more than a few times after we got to be friends. He had a nice chest, good muscle tone. I slithered around experimentally, and then nudged his chin with my head and tasted the air again.
"You're not the first warlock I've pissed off, Justin. I used to pick on this kid back in Florida, really bad, and he told me I would be the snake I really was inside, on my next birthday. I turned seventeen last night."
I slumped again. I'm strong with the subtle stuff, protection and karma and such, but transformation curses something completely different. Before I could figure out what to say, or how to say it, though, Marco picked up his phone and called someone. I curled around his shoulders and neck and stuck my nose in his other ear which made him laugh and push my head away, but then the other end answered.
"Yeah, it's me," he said. "No, it worked, just like you said, but it got the wrong guy, another warlock got hit by it. What? It does not! Shit."
He looked at me, again. "He says it only does that for someone who loves you. The hell, man, that's too sweet."
He turned back to the phone. "So how do we fix this? He's too nice a guy to be stuck as a snake forever."
The voice on the other end said something I couldn't quite get, because, snake, bad hearing.
Marco sighed. "OK, fine. Start it as soon as you can, OK? I'll pay for anything you need to make it happen. OK, let me know when you do. Bye."
He hung up. "He says that it takes a year to make the cure, if it works at all. Dude, I'm so fuckin' sorry, but he'll start as soon as he gets the counter. So, until then you get to be my snake, I guess. Unless you know how to swap places."
I did, but there was no way I could explain it as a snake. I figured it out though. When we go to sleep tonight I can get into his dream and we can talk there. I hope my folks aren't too mad. But I don't care if they are, I get to be Marco's snake and he gets to carry me around and do my bidding.
I stuck my head in his ear again, and he laughed and wrapped me back around his arm.
"Wanna go say hi to my Grandma? She wanted to meet you."
Thanks! I'm thinking of putting it on the Evolution Archive as a whole story, would you object? (That includes the rest of the story per BR's suggestion.)
Not at all, but I hope you'll continue to write stories on here. If you have something you want me to add as a guest post drop me an email (you can find it on my profile).
This is me; at least it’s me now. I used to be a 90 lb. weakling nerd. Now I’m this big beefy dumb-ass football player named Bubba. This happened because of Troy.
Troy is the star football quarterback of the college team. In typical jock fashion, he liked to pick on the weakest person he could find, and that would be me. Well, the old me. I devised a plan to get my revenge on Troy; at least I hoped it would work. See I started to practice astral projection. I got really good at it, too. My plan was to see if I could project myself into Troy’s hunky body and force him into mine. Not permanently, mind you, just long enough to teach him a lesson. I had no desire to be a jock forever.
Anyway, one night when I knew Troy was in his room, I projected myself. He was lying on his bed sleeping naked. Perfect. As I was just about to get into Troy, Bubba comes running from the bathroom and jumps on Troy, getting between me and Troy. Too late! My projected self pierced into Bubba. Worse yet, my new dick was getting hard. Bubba and Troy?
Talk about a plan backfiring, not only was I now Troy’s boyfriend, the big dumb-ass Bubba, but I found I could not project out of his body. I was stuck as Bubba. Oh, well. It could be worse, I suppose. At least now nobody dares pick on me anymore. And I must say there are some perks to having the hottest jock around for a boyfriend.
I can only imagine what Bubba must be thinking as he is stuck in my old puny body. BR
I could see my dominant master walking towards me. They won another game so that means he's going to pound my tight white ass tonight to celebrate. Just the thought of it made a little stir in my crotch and my heart pound a little faster.
"lets go bitch. Its time for us to celebrate." "yes daddy."
As we drove home, I recalled the events that led to this.
Practice just ended, and whole team already left for the day except for me and Geoff. Geoff was the kind of guy who had no business being in the football team. He was scrawny and weak, and being the arrogant jerk that I was, I used to be his bully. I would pushed him around and make him buy me sports drinks, and if he didn't I would kick his ass.
"Hey twerp where's my drink." "he-he-here" He was too afraid to look at me. maybe because i was naked and showing off my alpha male body. "hahah thanks"
I gulped down the Gatorade, and felt refreshed and recharged. "damn that was good ughh!!" my head started to hurt and my whole body felt so hot. I was sweating and my cock was hard as a rock. "damn did that bastard just poisoned me" I thought to myself. I couldn't move. He moved closer to my and leaned my body on wall. He dipped my hard cock in another gatorade bottle filled with a glowing purple liquid.
"This is what you get for bullying me"
i wanted to say I'm sorry but I couldn't. he kneeled down in front of me and started giving me head. I couldn't control myself; the intense feeling of ecstasy filled me as I came inside Geoff's mouth. It was a copious amount; more than I've ever came before. I could hear him gag as he try to swallow every drop.
"Watch me!" he commanded and did. I saw his face reconfigure. His boyish good looks transformed into one of a scruffy man's. His body inflated with muscles and his cock got more thicker and longer. He let out an animalistic growl; his body drenched with sweat. I gasped in horror as I recognized the body he transformed in... He was me.
"What did you do?"
"Me?? I told you this was revenge. I'm gonna make you my bitch ok? I'm gonna own you! you got that?!" He barked
I looked to the nearest mirror and saw Geoff's skinny body. "Nooooo please Geoff change us back, I promised I won't bully you anymore."
"You!? bully me?! the fuck are you talking about? hahaha" He taunted me. " Don't worry you'll adjust to your new role soon"
He grabs me from behind and teased my ass hole with his hard cock. "I want it please!!! please fuck me hard daddy" What did I just say i thought to myself. No this shit cannot be happening. I felt my body melt as he entered me. He was rough and I loved it. He held my hips closer as he came inside. Filling me up with his glorious man juice, and at that moment, I knew he was right, I have accepted my new role.
Peering through the metal chain link fence I spotted him. I knew he would soon be mine. Ricky Smith was watching all the plays and waiting for his return to the game. He was one of the star football players of Jackson High School. He had always had this intimidating look about him. After the years of tormenting and getting picked on I would soon get revenge. Ever since the first grade for some reason he didn't like me. I made serveal attempts of becoming friends but he didn't listen.
The messing around got worse through middle school and into high school. He would shove me into lockers and kick my books away. It just got me more and more angry because I knew I couldn't do anything. I couldn't fight back or he would pumble me. And I for sure couldn't try talking to him he would never listen. So I needed to try something else to get my revenge.
It took me many weeks to devise my plan. I searched all over the internet to see if there were any spells or potions. But none were really showing up. Then I came across this site. I finally found a way to get me into Ricks body. It wasnt a beginner spell and it took time to master. The process was that i had to come in contact with another person by touching him. I had to say a few words and then literally "jump" into their body. I first tried it on my little brother.
Ron is my little brother. Weren't not to distant in age. I'm 17 while he's 15. But for some reason he got the better looks of the family and already had serveal girlfriends. Like Ricky he also took up football. Well one night during the school week around 9:30 I looked into Ron's room to see he was still awake. But he actually wasn't there. So I crept down the stairs to see if he was in the living room. Since it was dark, I couldn't see much. Then bam! I collided into Ron. "Hey watch out man, why are you creeping around anyway?" He said. "Oh I wasn't, I was just going to get something from the kitchen." He just gave me a weird stare and continued on. "Here's my chance," I thought. Slowly behind him I followed. Then as I caught up I said my few words and put my hands on his back. Just before he turned around I jumped into his back. The experience was very strange. I felt my body getting readjusted to Ron's. He began to twitch and move about as I got situated. My body and his were fighting for control but mine eventually won, then everything got quiet. I felt my new senses coming back. I began to see, smell and feel again. I looked at my new more tan arms and fingers. Quickly I raced towards the bathroom, and turned a light on. Pleasantly surprised I saw Ron's reflection as my own. I checked out his face and noticed his arms have packed on some muscle. I laughed as his chest began to tighten. Abs were starting to show up too. Realizing its weird that I'm checking up my brother I left the bathroom. The experience was still surreal to me. Then I remembered how to spell said to get out of a body. I quickly mastered it and propelled myself out of his body. I shot out and regained my own body. Behind me Ron slowly came around. Before he noticed anything I raced upstairs.
Thankfully Ron never mentioned anything as I heard him go up to his bedroom. I began to scheme up a plan in my head. Ron and Ricky knew each other and were friends. Ron played freshman while Ricky played Varsity. During the varsity game tomorrow I knew Ron would be watching it on the field by the benches. During the game I would come up to Ron and control him in order to get to Ricky and possess him. As myself I could never approach Ricky as it would be easy bait for him.
The next day Ron asked me to drop him off at the game and I said no problem. Soon after I dropped him off shortly before the start of the game. I drove around and got something to eat and headed back to the game. I parked the car and ate my meal. Nearly two thirds of the game was done and I knew I had to move quickly. I got out and headed towards the chain link fence. I peered in and saw my target. He was waiting on the sidelines. Also I saw my little brother standing behind the bench talking to one of the varsity players. Quickly I moved around the field towards the benches. Slowly I saw Ron was standing alone I got behind him once again, said my few words and jumped into his body. Quickly I mastered his body and got it under control before anyone noticed anything. My target was directly ahead of me. Perfect I thought. I walked up to the jock in my brothers body. "Hey man awesome game, looks like were going to win." I said." Oh yeah, no way there coming back now." He replied. We continued to talk for a little and to my amazement and Ricky was a pretty cool guy, at least towards my brother.
Then the buzzer sounded as the game came to an end. We won 31 to 12. Our team cheered as we got victory. "Well nice talking to you man, I gotta head off to the locker room." "OK see you a around." I stated. Just before he started to run off I thought my words and slapped him in the ass. Immediately I was shot from Ron's body into Ricky's. Trying to master Ricks body was much harder than Rons. All the extra muscle mass made it challenging but I fully engulfed his body. All the action from the fight sent Rick to his knees as he fought back. But in the end I was the one who gained control. I gained all his senses as well. I felt all my extra muscle mass. I felt my beefy biceps and my strong abdomen. Also I felt my uniform fitting snugly in my body and my shoulder pats resting on my strong shoulders. "Yo Rick you OK man?" One of my teammates asked. "Of course man we just won our play off game!" My new teammate left as I fully stood in my body. The new height made me a little dizzy but I got used to . Quickly I jogged off the field to meet my new team in the locker room.
Think you could write about a stable boy stealing this guy's life and body because the horse was being "abused" during training for polo matches?
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DeleteBeing the stable boy wasn't that bad; I cared for the polo ponies. Sure it was a dirty job with long hours but I enjoyed it.
It was late afternoon when they returned Castlemate II; one of the Persians. He was sweating heavily as I returned him to a stall; I started to dry him off and groom him when I noticed blood on his flank--it looked like a very bad whipping. I knew it would be Christian, the owners son; rich, big and a bully.
Christian sauntered in; still wearing his polo shirt, his brow beading with sweat. He rested a thick arm on the gate and looked into the stall. "Fucking animal, lost the game because he's not fast enough," he sneered. "Still taught him a lesson he won't forget."
I threw the harness to the floor and stared at him. "You're a fucking bully, asshole. You should appreciate these ponies, not beat them."
Christian raised an eyebrow. "So you have some balls then, but you're an idiot. I can just get another pony," he pauses for a moment, "just like I can get a new stable boy." He was a lot bigger, but I wasn't afraid of him. "Oh by the way, you're fired," he growled.
I realised I had nothing to loose. As he turned to leave I caught him around the head with a spade and he crumpled to the floor. It didn't take long to tie him up, it was going to take something special for him to appreciate the ponies.
He woke, and struggled against the ropes; his eyes where blazing with fury. "Good, I wanted you to be awake for this," I said to him cooly as I removed my clothes.
Reaching over with my index finger I traced an ancient simple into the sweat in his forehead. Grunting I doubled over as I took Christians image; thick muscles popped and slowly my face pulled to reflect his.
Slowly I stood up to Christian's full height smiling. "You've got a lot to learn," I told him in his own voice. Again I painted another symbol into his forehead, and watched as he bucked and struggled; his heavy frame deflated and flattened.
Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I shook him easily from his clothes and ropes. I laid his large flat form over a chair making sure he could still see me as I pulled on his clothes. "I know Christian," I smiled flexing a muscled arm, "is going to be looking after his ponies more."
I picked up Christian and walked over to the pony; it shied away, but was reassured when I whispered in its ear. With a grin I threw Christian over the ponies back like a blanket, I touched the ponies neck and felt it warm as Christian sunk into the animals back.
I held the pony as it shook and stumbled and returned to its head looking into its eyes. "Well Christian, lets see what you learn. Maybe I'll give your body back--we'll see."
so hott!!
ReplyDeleteHow apt. If only all abusers could get a taste of their own medicine like this. Good job, Sean. BR
ReplyDeletewow thats a pretty neat story! do pic number 2! about the snake possesssing or puppeteering the guy holding him unkown to all of the jocks friend thats its the snake that is making the jock move and the jock being the pet
ReplyDeleteMaybe a story line for picture three would be about how someone possess the guy to get revenge at him by announcing in his body to his fellow teammates that he's gay, but decides to go against it after he's in the body and the previous persona takes over
ReplyDeleteI was not expecting this.
ReplyDeleteMarco was hot in that 'not quite there but will be in two years' way, and he was all attitude and very little substance, while I was just another average guy - not the stereotype weak nerd, but not the jock Marco was, and not the kind of person who anyone would notice. And I liked it that way, because I'm a warlock. That doesn't mean like on Bewitched or Sabrina or whatever, and it isn't like that Damian guy in the porn stories. Nor am I one of those fake "wicca" types, following a poorly restored ancient religion that wasn't much like the modern one. Not that this is a bad thing - the modern one is much much less nasty than the original. Nobody has to be the Barley King any more.
But yeah, I can do magic, stuff that's real, but it takes time and the right circumstances and I did have to get naked in the moonlight.
See, Marco had decided he was going to make me his casual bitch at school. He kept poking at me, making rude jokes when there weren't teachers around, and even though most of the guys didn't think it was funny, one or two did, enough to make my life harder than it should be.
So I decided to cast a turnaround on him. Every rotten thing he did was going to go back on him.
Which wasn't so bad, really, because anything good he did would come back to him too. Has to be a balance, after all.
So I sang the final spell on Halloween, naked in the moonlight, nearly froze my balls off, and he stopped hassling me by Turkey Day. He had a couple bad accidents, but then he had some good luck, and after a while, he was even being nice to me.
That was good. He was a pretty decent guy, really, and he actually started asking me to do stuff. I was hesitant, but I figured, if things went really bad, he'd get it worse cause I was right there. So we ended up hanging out after school, skating, went fishing, that kind of thing. I had been careful not to be too general with the spell, didn't want him to end up being forced to be a vegetarian or join PETA or anything stupid.
And yeah, it's stupid, but I started to get a crush on him. I know he was being a good guy because of the curse, but dammit he's cute and he was treating me like someone he wanted to be around, and that's been rare. Like most people with real magic, I tend to make people without it not want to be around me as much. I figured that the spell was encouraging him, and I went with it.
I accepted his invite to go to his New Years party his family was throwing, and I guess there was booze in the punch, because I kind of remember him kissing me at midnight, and then I passed out.
(continued)
DeleteI woke up feeling really warm but really drowsy, and everything was blurry and I could hardly see or hear, but the smells were really sharp and oh god I couldn't feel my arms or legs...
I felt something moving nearby, and an enormous pair of hands picked me up, I felt myself wrapping around an arm that felt as big as a tree.
"Dude, Justin," I heard a really loud voice, and it smelled like it was Marco, and I realized after a moment that I was wrapped around his arm.
I tried to talk, but my mouth wouldn't make words.
"It's OK, man. I'll figure out how to fix this," he said. "You never told me you were a witch."
I shook my head and gripped harder in annoyance.
"Oh, warlock then? That explains the curse."
Marco held me up to a mirror, and I could see, sort of, that I was a huge brown and tan snake.
"My folks are travelers, you know, Roma?"
I felt amazingly stupid hearing that. One rule, for my particular kind of magic, never ever curse a gypsy. It never goes the way you expect it to go. I slumped a bit, but he rubbed a finger over my head.
"My grandmother found the curse you put on me but she didn't take it off, she said it was a good thing, would make me be a better person."
I squeezed again, wishing I could explain. I ducked my head behind his hand.
"No, it's OK, I'm glad you did it too. I was being a real asshole. But it put you in between me and my enemies."
He laid back on his bed and put me on his chest, which was warm and felt good. Honestly I'd wanted to feel it more than a few times after we got to be friends. He had a nice chest, good muscle tone. I slithered around experimentally, and then nudged his chin with my head and tasted the air again.
"You're not the first warlock I've pissed off, Justin. I used to pick on this kid back in Florida, really bad, and he told me I would be the snake I really was inside, on my next birthday. I turned seventeen last night."
I slumped again. I'm strong with the subtle stuff, protection and karma and such, but transformation curses something completely different. Before I could figure out what to say, or how to say it, though, Marco picked up his phone and called someone. I curled around his shoulders and neck and stuck my nose in his other ear which made him laugh and push my head away, but then the other end answered.
"Yeah, it's me," he said. "No, it worked, just like you said, but it got the wrong guy, another warlock got hit by it. What? It does not! Shit."
He looked at me, again. "He says it only does that for someone who loves you. The hell, man, that's too sweet."
He turned back to the phone. "So how do we fix this? He's too nice a guy to be stuck as a snake forever."
The voice on the other end said something I couldn't quite get, because, snake, bad hearing.
Marco sighed. "OK, fine. Start it as soon as you can, OK? I'll pay for anything you need to make it happen. OK, let me know when you do. Bye."
He hung up. "He says that it takes a year to make the cure, if it works at all. Dude, I'm so fuckin' sorry, but he'll start as soon as he gets the counter. So, until then you get to be my snake, I guess. Unless you know how to swap places."
I did, but there was no way I could explain it as a snake. I figured it out though. When we go to sleep tonight I can get into his dream and we can talk there. I hope my folks aren't too mad. But I don't care if they are, I get to be Marco's snake and he gets to carry me around and do my bidding.
I stuck my head in his ear again, and he laughed and wrapped me back around his arm.
"Wanna go say hi to my Grandma? She wanted to meet you."
This will be an interesting day. Year. Whatever.
Clever.Very good work. Deserves another part to finish it off...
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Very nice NRG, well presented and a good twist to the story.
DeleteDrop me an email, if you have other ideas you want to submit -- or just to chat, I'm a nice guy really.. ask BR :)
Thanks! I'm thinking of putting it on the Evolution Archive as a whole story, would you object? (That includes the rest of the story per BR's suggestion.)
DeleteNot at all, but I hope you'll continue to write stories on here. If you have something you want me to add as a guest post drop me an email (you can find it on my profile).
DeleteYeah there definitely needs to be a part two where he swaps bodies
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ReplyDeleteThis is me; at least it’s me now. I used to be a 90 lb. weakling nerd. Now I’m this big beefy dumb-ass football player named Bubba. This happened because of Troy.
Troy is the star football quarterback of the college team. In typical jock fashion, he liked to pick on the weakest person he could find, and that would be me. Well, the old me. I devised a plan to get my revenge on Troy; at least I hoped it would work. See I started to practice astral projection. I got really good at it, too. My plan was to see if I could project myself into Troy’s hunky body and force him into mine. Not permanently, mind you, just long enough to teach him a lesson. I had no desire to be a jock forever.
Anyway, one night when I knew Troy was in his room, I projected myself. He was lying on his bed sleeping naked. Perfect. As I was just about to get into Troy, Bubba comes running from the bathroom and jumps on Troy, getting between me and Troy. Too late! My projected self pierced into Bubba. Worse yet, my new dick was getting hard. Bubba and Troy?
Talk about a plan backfiring, not only was I now Troy’s boyfriend, the big dumb-ass Bubba, but I found I could not project out of his body. I was stuck as Bubba. Oh, well. It could be worse, I suppose. At least now nobody dares pick on me anymore. And I must say there are some perks to having the hottest jock around for a boyfriend.
I can only imagine what Bubba must be thinking as he is stuck in my old puny body.
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ReplyDeleteI could see my dominant master walking towards me. They won another game so that means he's going to pound my tight white ass tonight to celebrate. Just the thought of it made a little stir in my crotch and my heart pound a little faster.
"lets go bitch. Its time for us to celebrate."
"yes daddy."
As we drove home, I recalled the events that led to this.
Practice just ended, and whole team already left for the day except for me and Geoff. Geoff was the kind of guy who had no business being in the football team. He was scrawny and weak, and being the arrogant jerk that I was, I used to be his bully. I would pushed him around and make him buy me sports drinks, and if he didn't I would kick his ass.
"Hey twerp where's my drink."
"he-he-here" He was too afraid to look at me. maybe because i was naked and showing off my alpha male body.
"hahah thanks"
I gulped down the Gatorade, and felt refreshed and recharged. "damn that was good ughh!!" my head started to hurt and my whole body felt so hot. I was sweating and my cock was hard as a rock. "damn did that bastard just poisoned me" I thought to myself. I couldn't move. He moved closer to my and leaned my body on wall. He dipped my hard cock in another gatorade bottle filled with a glowing purple liquid.
"This is what you get for bullying me"
i wanted to say I'm sorry but I couldn't. he kneeled down in front of me and started giving me head. I couldn't control myself; the intense feeling of ecstasy filled me as I came inside Geoff's mouth. It was a copious amount; more than I've ever came before. I could hear him gag as he try to swallow every drop.
"Watch me!" he commanded and did. I saw his face reconfigure. His boyish good looks transformed into one of a scruffy man's. His body inflated with muscles and his cock got more thicker and longer. He let out an animalistic growl; his body drenched with sweat. I gasped in horror as I recognized the body he transformed in... He was me.
"What did you do?"
"Me?? I told you this was revenge. I'm gonna make you my bitch ok? I'm gonna own you! you got that?!" He barked
I looked to the nearest mirror and saw Geoff's skinny body. "Nooooo please Geoff change us back, I promised I won't bully you anymore."
"You!? bully me?! the fuck are you talking about? hahaha" He taunted me. " Don't worry you'll adjust to your new role soon"
He grabs me from behind and teased my ass hole with his hard cock. "I want it please!!! please fuck me hard daddy" What did I just say i thought to myself. No this shit cannot be happening. I felt my body melt as he entered me. He was rough and I loved it. He held my hips closer as he came inside. Filling me up with his glorious man juice, and at that moment, I knew he was right, I have accepted my new role.
Pic3; By Viktor Zolotov
ReplyDeletePeering through the metal chain link fence I spotted him. I knew he would soon be mine. Ricky Smith was watching all the plays and waiting for his return to the game. He was one of the star football players of Jackson High School. He had always had this intimidating look about him. After the years of tormenting and getting picked on I would soon get revenge. Ever since the first grade for some reason he didn't like me. I made serveal attempts of becoming friends but he didn't listen.
The messing around got worse through middle school and into high school. He would shove me into lockers and kick my books away. It just got me more and more angry because I knew I couldn't do anything. I couldn't fight back or he would pumble me. And I for sure couldn't try talking to him he would never listen. So I needed to try something else to get my revenge.
It took me many weeks to devise my plan. I searched all over the internet to see if there were any spells or potions. But none were really showing up. Then I came across this site. I finally found a way to get me into Ricks body. It wasnt a beginner spell and it took time to master. The process was that i had to come in contact with another person by touching him. I had to say a few words and then literally "jump" into their body. I first tried it on my little brother.
Ron is my little brother. Weren't not to distant in age. I'm 17 while he's 15. But for some reason he got the better looks of the family and already had serveal girlfriends. Like Ricky he also took up football. Well one night during the school week around 9:30 I looked into Ron's room to see he was still awake. But he actually wasn't there. So I crept down the stairs to see if he was in the living room. Since it was dark, I couldn't see much. Then bam! I collided into Ron. "Hey watch out man, why are you creeping around anyway?" He said. "Oh I wasn't, I was just going to get something from the kitchen." He just gave me a weird stare and continued on. "Here's my chance," I thought. Slowly behind him I followed. Then as I caught up I said my few words and put my hands on his back. Just before he turned around I jumped into his back. The experience was very strange. I felt my body getting readjusted to Ron's. He began to twitch and move about as I got situated. My body and his were fighting for control but mine eventually won, then everything got quiet. I felt my new senses coming back. I began to see, smell and feel again. I looked at my new more tan arms and fingers. Quickly I raced towards the bathroom, and turned a light on. Pleasantly surprised I saw Ron's reflection as my own. I checked out his face and noticed his arms have packed on some muscle. I laughed as his chest began to tighten. Abs were starting to show up too. Realizing its weird that I'm checking up my brother I left the bathroom. The experience was still surreal to me. Then I remembered how to spell said to get out of a body. I quickly mastered it and propelled myself out of his body. I shot out and regained my own body. Behind me Ron slowly came around. Before he noticed anything I raced upstairs.
Pic3; By Viktor Zolotov (continued)
ReplyDeleteThankfully Ron never mentioned anything as I heard him go up to his bedroom. I began to scheme up a plan in my head. Ron and Ricky knew each other and were friends. Ron played freshman while Ricky played Varsity. During the varsity game tomorrow I knew Ron would be watching it on the field by the benches. During the game I would come up to Ron and control him in order to get to Ricky and possess him. As myself I could never approach Ricky as it would be easy bait for him.
The next day Ron asked me to drop him off at the game and I said no problem. Soon after I dropped him off shortly before the start of the game. I drove around and got something to eat and headed back to the game. I parked the car and ate my meal. Nearly two thirds of the game was done and I knew I had to move quickly. I got out and headed towards the chain link fence. I peered in and saw my target. He was waiting on the sidelines. Also I saw my little brother standing behind the bench talking to one of the varsity players. Quickly I moved around the field towards the benches. Slowly I saw Ron was standing alone I got behind him once again, said my few words and jumped into his body. Quickly I mastered his body and got it under control before anyone noticed anything. My target was directly ahead of me. Perfect I thought. I walked up to the jock in my brothers body. "Hey man awesome game, looks like were going to win." I said." Oh yeah, no way there coming back now." He replied. We continued to talk for a little and to my amazement and Ricky was a pretty cool guy, at least towards my brother.
Then the buzzer sounded as the game came to an end. We won 31 to 12. Our team cheered as we got victory. "Well nice talking to you man, I gotta head off to the locker room." "OK see you a around." I stated. Just before he started to run off I thought my words and slapped him in the ass. Immediately I was shot from Ron's body into Ricky's. Trying to master Ricks body was much harder than Rons. All the extra muscle mass made it challenging but I fully engulfed his body. All the action from the fight sent Rick to his knees as he fought back. But in the end I was the one who gained control. I gained all his senses as well. I felt all my extra muscle mass. I felt my beefy biceps and my strong abdomen. Also I felt my uniform fitting snugly in my body and my shoulder pats resting on my strong shoulders. "Yo Rick you OK man?" One of my teammates asked. "Of course man we just won our play off game!" My new teammate left as I fully stood in my body. The new height made me a little dizzy but I got used to . Quickly I jogged off the field to meet my new team in the locker room.
yoshirage would you mind doing an alien story? about an alien who hides among jock bodies and enjoy eating their cum?
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