Your boss finally fired you. Another employee and you were the only ones taking care of everything after your boss decided the job of six could be done by two people, now there was only one left and it wasn’t you. Eight years of your life listening to that guy yell, brag, ignore the reports, always talking about AI taking over your job… But you needed the money. Funny, that was the excuse of your boss to fire you, money, even if you knew damn well the business finances were good and you knew about the really good cut of profits your boss had every year.
Now, you faced unemployment, no place to live, going back to your parents house across the country…
You decided to go for a walk. Some fresh air for the mental health. Your feet took you to a rich neighbour with big houses, not the crappy apartment you had to leave in two days… You sighed and then saw him. Your exboss leaving his house on his big, nice and obviously expensive car. He had one of the biggest houses in the whole neighbourhood and you stood there looking like a creep after he left.
Then a van arrived to the same spot your boss car was a few minutes ago. A handyman. A wicked smile spread on your lips while the exhausted gears of your brain devised a plan. It’s been a while since you used your “powers”. You hoped you still got them or sure it was going to be awkard.
You lurked behind the burly man and grab the back of his neck focusing on quickly taking him over while he was grabbing his tool box. Just like that, you were looking at the inside of the van. A smug smile in your borrowed lips.
“I still got it”
You cracked your neck and stretched your borrowed body. Your now big and calloused hand made his way to the thick cock hidden behind those jeans. A shame you had bigger plans, you knew a good solo time with this type of guy in his van would surely cheer you up, but you had a bigger fish to catch.
After tidying up the tool box while waiting for the memories to quick in, you found out this guy was sent to fix the big pool this house has. A pool constructed a year ago. The same year a lot of your coworkers were fired for “money” problems in the company. It made you boil in anger once more.
You took another minute to relax, focus and play the character. You were Mark now, the handyman sent to fix the pool.
After hitting the doorbell, the wife opened the door. You did the routine, letting Mark do the talking while you were just looking through his eyes like watching a movie. Once the whole problem was addressed, you took over again and asked for the restroom.
Once the wife was out of sight, you climbed the stairs and made your way to the bedrooms, only to find him:
Matt. One of your boss three sons, but this was one was special. Matt was the favourite. Countless times your boss bragged about the heartthrob, sport star, handsome,… his son was and how he was going to be the heir of the company once he retired.
He quickly spotted you staring lustfully in the body of a burly handyman. Before he could shout, you used your bigger and stronger body to grab his neck and pin him while you kissed him fiercely. You made sure the takeover went slower, you wanted him to squirm as your rubbed your hard thick cock against this brat.
Then blackout.
Once the handyman left and the wife, now mother, also left to pick up one of Matt brothers. The new Matt had some alone time to get to know himself better. You wasted no time and removed the expensive clothes as you climbed into his bed. Once you started pumped his perfect dick, obviously less thick than the handyman one, the memories started quicking in once more. He was always the star in school, high school, college… Now he was going to start working in his father business in a few months, even if it meant his father firing another person to let his son in. The favourite son. The privileged guy. The guy everyone wanted to be friends with or fuck. Matt.
You stroked it faster as memories of fucking some cheerleaders and many girlfriends came to mind, how he fucked them mercilessly but now with you in control, you tainted said memories imagining some of Matt best friends being the ones bottoming for him. That got you to pump even faster, picturing frat jocks, Matt best friends, gym acquaintances… all with perfect bodies, going up and down Matt’s cock or sucking it fervently. Corrupting every fibre of this privileged straight jock.
Your perverted soul wanted more so it started picturing Matt’s dad and all the disgust and shame he would feel when he found his perfect son bottoming for another jock or… even a daddy the same age his dad was. That finally got you feeling it. You moaned loudly, filling the halls of the big empty house as ropes and ropes of Matt cum filled your borrowed sculpted abs.
You laughed weakly as you catched your breath, and obviously caress the slick abs only to put some of Matt seed, your seed, into your own mouth. Perfect.
The next few weeks were amazing for you. Going to the gym, getting handsy with Matt friends, setting some hook up here and there…. But mostly enjoying life. Not having to worry about money, rent,… Being the heir of a company and looking like this? An easy privileged life.
The first one to find out something was wrong was Matt’s younger brother who wanted some videogame from Matt but forgot how to speak the moment he saw his big brother pumping his dick watching porn, gay porn.
The next one was the mother. She yelled at you when she found you hooking up with one of Matt closeted friends. Precisely, seeing you under the sheets taking good care of the boner of said friend, using skillfully your borrowed mouth, tongue and throat. Matt’s friend was in heaven until the mother appeared. From Matt memories, you knew she never had a problem before when Matt brought his girlfriends in the past and fucked under the same roof.
You just had to wait for the grand finale with the big barbecue ‘your’ father organised to treat his conservative investors and suppliers… It’ll be a day they’ll never forget. We’ll see how he reacts finding out in front of all those homophobes his son, his favourite son, the heir… Banging not one, but two of the closeted investor daddies during the event and not being shy about it.
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