Possession

That arrogant prick wasn’t going to know what hit him. The trickster had been watching the cocky, muscular bro all day, how he strutted around the pool showing off his biceps and pecs, how he laughed at the other men who weren’t in good shape and how he had the audacity to flirt with anyone he wanted. Sure he had perfectly styled, dirty blonde hair, sure he had worked hard for his washboard abs and bulbous pectorals, and sure he had the outline of a very large dick print in his tight swim shorts but still arrogance and overconfidence were sins to most people. It was only a matter of time before a disgruntled husband, a horny slut or a jealous guy would make their desires known. Yet it was only when the cocky dude laid down to nap in the sun that the people around him began to curse him out. 

Some wanted him gone, some wanted him to be kind, some wanted him to get what he deserved and some just wanted him to fuck them. The trickster was all too happy to fulfil these wishes and wants. Usually the trickster would turn the guy into a pool toy, have him squashed and pulled around by a bunch of bratty kids and their overweight parents but with the immense power building inside him the trickster could do something much more devious. Lingering around the glistening muscle bro, the trickster disappeared into smoke and rushed into his mind, coming face to face with bro’s subconscious. 

The guy seemed confused as his dream took a strange turn, no longer was he fucking three people at once with his magic cock but now he was standing in darkness with a strange green man. 

“I like this body, I think I’ll take it” the trickster sneered as green smoke descended from his body and slithered towards the frightened bro. To give him credit the arrogant twat was strong willed, he put up a good fight against the octopus like arms of green smoke but ultimately he was no match for the power of the trickster. Soon the bro was wrapped in green, his arms bound to his sides and his legs tied together. 

The trickster smiled a toothy grin “Now if I’m having this body, where can I put you?” 

The bro’s eyes went wide as he felt himself being ripped from his own body and mind, the arrogant prick yelped in fear as his essence became ethereal and was pulled outwards still trapped by the wicked green smoke. The trickster laughed as they floated above the sleeping bro’s empty husk of a body. “It’s time to find you a new home” the trickster whispered into the quivering soul’s ear. “Oh look over there, doesn’t that look like the perfect place for you” the trickster laughed madly as the bro screamed and begged for mercy, saying he’d do anything, be put anywhere but not there. This only made the trickster laugh more as the trickster pulled the helpless soul over to its new body. 

All the guy could do was scream as he felt his essence being sucked into the old, fat, sweaty, slobbish man floating in the centre of the pool. Until once again he found himself in a room of darkness this time with the old man and the green demon. However, the old man was facing away; he seemed none the wiser to his mental intruders. The bro was about to shout out to him to help but a tendril of green smoke wrapped itself around his mouth, silencing him.

“Shhhhhh we don’t want him to be disturbed, while this is your new home, it’s still owned very much by him and you wouldn’t want to be rude now would you.” The trickster giggled and he moved the soul of the cocky boy over to the fat, smelly old geezer. The green smoke pushing the guy closer to his fat speedo clad ass, now on his knees and inches away from the already vile smelling butt the trickster froze him in place. 

The trickster smiled as he looked down at the watery, pleading eyes of the bro, with a snicker the green man lent forward and whispered into the old man’s ear. “It’s ok old timer, take a seat I’m here to help support you” 

With weary sigh from the old man and a muffled scream from the bro, the fat stinking ass of the old man planted itself onto the face of the bro, his musky old butthole directly under his nose.  The old man gave another sigh of relief, his subconscious strengthened, his mental resolve given new life by the added support to his mind and the pleasing feeling radiating from his butthole as the muffled shouts of the bro stimulated his hole.

The trickster was in stitches as he looked back at the tortured man, no longer could you see his face as the two flabby, hairy ass cheeks encompassed it. When the old chubby man would wake the bro would wake to, he would be a passenger in the old man’s life, feeling everything he did, hearing  what he heard, seeing what he heard but unable to influence anything. Stuck at the back of his mind, under his heavy ass and the smell of his butthole permanently around. With a devilish lick of the lips the trickster bent down and whispered into the arrogant man’s ears. 

“Don’t worry in 20 years when this old slob passes on, your soul will be free to find another body. Perhaps then you’ll stop being such an arrogant fool” 

The trickster then left, ignoring the bro’s muffled pleas. The trickster smiled as the old man let out a fart, the muscle bro’s inner most soul infected with the smell. Sure the guy would find a new body in 20 years, probably one just as muscular and arrogant as before. However, what the trickster failed to mention is that even in a new body, his soul would still become sandwiched in between the ass cheeks of whoever he possessed.

The trickster smiled as he went back to his new body, youth and strength flowed through him. With his hand on his new fat dick the trickster laughed as he had more desires to fulfil.