"Why Did You Jump Inside Colin, Santa? Will He Be Okay?" Asked The Timid, Little Boy That's Been Watching

I always have my mailbox open in case anyone wants me to write them a story.

WHAT ONE DOES FOR LOVE

Jordan had been working as a model for several years. It started as something casual but soon his beautiful Latin body became famous and brands raffed it off. He quickly gained fame and fortune, and it may have gone to his head a little. After years of care and training he had gone from the sweet boy he once was to a fucking hot play boy.

However, Jordan was no fool. He knew perfectly well what was happening and at that moment he didn't care. But now years later he had realized that he lost many things along the way.

He moved away from his family, and his childhood friends, and as for love, well, since his body and attitude were so superficial, the girls he hung out with were too. They were with him for his body and his money. But as the years went by and Jordan was looking for something deeper than just sex, which was not difficult to get because he was very well "hung."

Jordan realized that he had become so abstracted from the real world that he had lost his ability to relate to the world outside of the show. That wasn't a problem until he met her. It was unintentionally, a simple act of fate, but in one of his photo sessions, Jordan had bumped into her, who worked in the photography studio, in the image editing studio. It was a resounding crush of love.

She was about his age, but she didn't look like any girl he'd ever been with. She was dressed very neatly but you couldn't say that she was a sexy woman, by usual standards. But for Jordan she was a world.

Months passed and although Jordan tried to get to her on several occasions he was always rejected. Last time she had told him that she could never be with someone with so much money and so little brain.

Jordan wasn't stupid, he never was. It's just that he had spent so much time in fame that he no longer knew how to act in any other way, in a more humble way. However Jordan found a solution to that. Ed.

Ed was one of his "admirers", not to mention stalker. Jordan knew he wasn't dangerous, but sometimes it was annoying to have someone like that chasing him around like a paparachi. However from what he could see, Ed had no problem interacting with people. He was friendly and respectful, just as you would expect from someone who didn't have an image like Jordan's. Ed almost fainted when Jordan knocked on his door one night.

After trying to calm him down, Jordan offered Ed an impossible deal. Jordan needed Ed to posses him. That is, he needed Ed to take care of Jordan's body.

Ed couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sexual fantasy was in his house, telling him that he would give him his body.

It took Jordan a while to explain the situation to Ed. He wasn't going to give him his body, he was going to share it. So Jordan, or rather, Ed, could gradually establish a relationship with her crush, and Ed could live the life of his dreams. Ed accepted without hesitation.

The process, far from being "magical", was painful, especially for Jordan. The body tends to reject an invading soul, and not resisting is very complicated. But in the end Es was in, and with Jordan too tired it allowed him to explore that new body well.

The next morning Jordan let his new "partner" drive. Ed tried various poses and juice in the shower only to head to his new closet. He was very clear that he wanted leather. It was his great fetish, and with that body it would look incredible. After a dance and some sexy tight pants, "Jordan" was ready to conquer the heart of his beloved, and maybe his body too.

Unfolded Potential

Leo grinned devilishly as he hit the send button, reaching out to the phone number he'd received just hours earlier.

He had chosen his photo with care—one where his physique was on full display. His expression highlighted his high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and broad shoulders, while the thin fabric of his cycling shorts barely concealed his perfectly defined torso. It was the kind of image designed to provoke envy in any man. Adding the question, "Want the physique?" to the selfie wasn't just a playful taunt; it was a calculated move to reignite an old connection.

Leo eagerly awaited an instant response, but his attention was quickly diverted to his girl, basking in the warm glow of the sunset as she relaxed on the deckchair. The soft, natural light highlighted each curve of her body, making her appear almost ethereal.

"Hey Leo, I can't imagine anything needing more attention than me? Right?" she whispered to get Leo's full attention as she playfully removed her underwear.

Leo looked down at her and was ready to conquer her hole again.

"So you're hungry for another round? Guess it's not every day you get your fill of a real man"

"You are right, Leo. Come here, now!" she smiled.

Leo flashed a smug grin at her, fully aware that this was going to be her best evening yet.

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I was definitely a troublemaker back in school. I didn’t care about the teachers, I called out the spoiled kids, hung out with the outcasts, and always had a snarky comment ready. I strutted around like I owned the place. To some of my classmates and a few teachers, I came off as a bully. Honestly, I didn’t care. I had friends who weren’t as weird as the others, and I had a blast—well, aside from my grades, but who cared about that?

The people who annoyed me learned to stay out of my way, and those I respected were my friends. By middle school, I thought my life was perfect. It felt like my crew and I ruled the school. Our confidence was through the roof, and so was my outspoken attitude. But the way I treated the nerds? That was a bit too much, even for my friends. One by one, they started distancing themselves from me. Meanwhile, my grades kept slipping, which became the highlight of the nerds' day—they practically counted down the days until I’d get kicked out. Sure, I made sure to put them in their place—shoving them into lockers or tossing them into toilets, and worse. I knew they’d laugh about me behind my back, so I made sure to remind them of their place.

So while everyone else seemed to grow into themselves, I felt like the universe had it out for me. I was already the "bad guy" in everyone’s eyes, and puberty only made things worse. Instead of becoming more intimidating or growing into the person I thought I should be, I started to look awkward. My body didn’t fill out the way I expected—no muscles, no growth spurt. I was still stuck with this scraggly frame and a face that looked like it hadn’t quite caught up with the rest of me. My once dominating presence faded as I grew out of my early teenage years, and I felt weaker, less confident, like my aura of power was slipping away.

Then there was Leo. The kid I used to mock and push around—he was the one who came out of puberty on top. While I felt trapped in a body that wasn’t mine, Leo shed his old nerdy traits like a snake shedding its skin. He lost his chubbiness, grew taller, and suddenly had this sleek, effortless charisma that made everyone—students and teachers alike—notice him. He was the "boy next door" type now—polite, easygoing, and suddenly so much more... likeable. He was everything I wasn’t.

It felt like the universe had decided to favor him, while I got stuck with the leftovers. I couldn’t understand how it worked out for him—he didn’t even try. His privileged background might’ve helped a little, but the way he seamlessly fit in and earned respect from everyone made my blood boil. I had to fight for every bit of attention I got, bullying my way to the top while he just waltzed into acceptance. And what made it worse? I was fading away, and Leo? He was thriving, without even trying. It was infuriating to watch someone I’d once looked down on, someone I had tormented, surpass me in every way.

Then came the moment when I could no longer contain all my hatred. I was kicked out of school, just a few months before starting high school. I was pissed off. That weasel Leo Kingsley and his shitty, rich dad pulled out all the stops to finally get rid of me. I mean, it wasn't my fault Leo got my fist when he dared to make me look like an idiot in front of everyone. Sure, I may have taken it too far - hell, even the paramedics showed up - but that weakling should have been more of a man if he was going to call me out like that.

All those pathetic nerds suddenly found their voice. They went straight to the cops and Mr. Kingsley’s lawyer, reporting everything I’d allegedly done to them. And just like that, I was sentenced to a juvenile detention center. I honestly thought it was the end of the road for me. My life felt like it had just come crashing down. But just when I thought there was no way out, fate decided to flip the script.

Inside detention, there was this creepy little weirdo named Davis—he was clearly off his rocker. He’d always had this unsettling vibe about him. Naturally, I made fun of him, tried to put him in his place. I wasn’t going to let some freak make me look weak, not in front of the other inmates. And it worked, at least for a while. I earned their sympathy, even if it was more out of pity than respect. But instead of backing off, Davis only got weirder.

One day, he started threatening to curse me with his “dark magic.” I mean, what a joke, right? It was laughable. But Davis kept pushing it, getting more and more bizarre. A few days later, he said he was going to possess my body—to show me what it felt like to be weak. I couldn’t help but laugh. Who takes that seriously? It was a welcome distraction from the hell I was living in. At least it gave me something to mock while I was stuck in that place.

It must've been around my fourth month in detention when I started feeling off. All day, I felt like I was coming down with something—nauseous, weak. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. That night, I was drenched in sweat, tossing and turning in my bed. The dreams I had were unlike anything I’d ever experienced—strange, unsettling, like they weren’t even dreams. They felt real. I couldn’t tell if I was awake or still trapped in some kind of nightmare.

When I finally opened my eyes, everything felt... wrong. I wasn’t in my cell anymore. I wasn’t at the detention center at all. I was somewhere else—somewhere completely unfamiliar. I wasn’t even in my own room at home, though it looked like a room that belonged to someone my age. It was neat, almost sterile—nothing like the mess I was used to. My heart raced. What the hell was going on? This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming, right?

I shot up from the bed, my mind racing, trying to shake off the grogginess. My head spun, and when I looked down, everything felt... off. My body felt lighter, different—leaner. Panic hit me like a freight train as I staggered around the unfamiliar house, my heart pounding. I found a bathroom at the end of the hall. When I looked into the mirror, I froze. The face staring back at me wasn’t mine. It was Leo Kingsley’s.

I blinked, rubbed my eyes. No way. This was some kind of twisted joke, right? Freaky Friday shit. How the hell did I end up in his body? Leo, of all people? I couldn’t process it—couldn’t wrap my head around how this was even possible. I wasn’t dreaming. This was real. My worst nightmare had come true—I was trapped in the body of Leo Kingsley.

And somehow, I wasn’t even as angry as I should’ve been. Getting out of detention was a definite perk, but... this? This was a nightmare.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my anger bubbling up as I took in the changes. Leo’s new height, his face, his stupid, perfect features. How the hell did he get so lucky? The guy was a walking poster for everything I hated—his looks, his smooth skin, his deep voice—nothing about him made sense. But there was one thing that made it all hit me like a slap: underneath it all, he was still a nerd.

He was skinny, with zero muscle. His clothes were lame. His posture screamed “outsider,” and I could see the familiar crowd of nerds lingering in the background. I was stuck in the body of a weakling, a guy who had everything and nothing at the same time.

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Three years later, high school saw a very different Leo Kingsley. I won’t lie, the first few weeks were a blur. I had no clue what I was doing. People—his friends, his classmates—would approach me, the new "Leo," with genuine concern, asking if everything was alright. More times than I could count, I heard, “Are you sure you're okay?” It didn’t take long for me to realize that I couldn’t exactly explain myself, and the last thing I wanted was to draw attention. So, I kept a low profile, played along, and became the version of Leo everyone already knew—the Leo they could tolerate. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hard as I thought. In fact, I found I enjoyed not being the center of attention for once.

As the weeks went on, I learned more about Leo—his daily life, his friends, his quirks. And the more I figured him out, the more I saw that the universe had, in a twisted way, blessed me. Sure, it was uncomfortable at first, seeing Leo’s face in the mirror instead of mine. But with time, I started to appreciate what I had. Leo wasn’t just a nerd; underneath all that awkwardness, there was something solid. He was good-looking in a way I hadn’t noticed before. And hell, if I played my cards right, I could turn this new life into something pretty damn good.

But as much as I started to embrace it, it was still a test of my patience. Every day, I fought the urge to speak my mind—to tell off people who got on my nerves, or to handle things the way I would have. I wanted to flip the script, take control, but I couldn’t afford to blow my cover. At first, I still held on to the belief that one morning, I’d wake up back in my cell. But that day never came. Gradually, I started to accept it. Maybe this was my second chance. Fate had thrown me a curveball, and I wasn’t going to waste it. I wasn’t just going to coast along—I was going to make this life work for me. I slowly began to shape Leo’s life into my own version of things.

As time went on, I grew more confident in my new skin and I decided to let more of my own personality flow into Leo's life.

Back in the day, I couldn’t care less about sports. But now, with Leo’s body, I saw potential—untapped, waiting to be unlocked. Leo, at first glance, was still a skinny shrimp, but his frame had so much more to offer than I’d expected. So, joining the football team seemed ridiculous. But swimming? That was a different story. The swim team wasn’t exactly thrilled about a well-known nerd like me wanting to join, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. I pushed myself, showed them how Leo’s body could be an asset if used right. Soon, they stopped seeing me as just some nerd and started respecting me as a competitor. And finally, I could surround myself with people who weren’t obsessed with stupid nerd stuff like Dungeons & Dragons. That crap had gotten on my nerves back then.

I quickly realized that, somehow, I’d inherited Leo’s intelligence too. It was like a switch had flipped. If I actually focused, understanding certain subjects became so much easier. It was a whole new experience, one that pushed me to excel. For the first time in my life, I actually cared about my grades. It was like having a cheat code for school, and I wasn’t about to waste it.

But the real game-changer? Leo’s family. That was something I never could’ve imagined in my old life. His father treated me like royalty—spoiling me in ways I never thought were possible. Back then, I could never have dreamed of the vacations, the privileges, the sheer freedom that came with wealth. Leo’s dad wasn’t just rich—he was invested in me. He fully embraced my transformation. He encouraged me to ditch the nerdy hobbies I’d once found irritating and pushed me into sports, even more into making money. Every idea I had was met with enthusiastic support, like I was living out his dream of having a “real man” as a son.

When I wasn’t at school, I was either training, partying, or diving headfirst into the world of investments using his money. But the best part? Traveling. Leo’s dad practically threw the world at my feet. I was living a life that, back in my old body, I could never have even dreamed of. Whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted to go—it was within my reach. I had everything.

Like I already mentioned, Leo had the right genes, but the mindset of a weakling. With me in control, though, he—I—finally unlocked my full potential. This guy's family was loaded, and his parents had given him the kind of genetic advantages I could only dream of back in my old life. From here on out, Leo was going to take everything he wanted—everything he deserved.

Beyond just blowing money on entertainment, I put in hours working to transform Leo into the version of myself I’d always been denied. It wasn’t just about the muscles or the athletic skills—it was about shaping Leo into someone who could take whatever he wanted, without hesitation. I didn’t have to play by anyone’s rules anymore. I was rewriting them.

And damn, did the new me look the part. The mirror wasn’t lying—this life was perfect. I had the looks, the confidence, and the power. Everything about me fit my new lifestyle like it was meant to be.

It took time to reconnect with the people who truly ruled the school—the ones who could make or break your reputation with a single word. But once they saw the change in me, the style, the confidence, they couldn’t ignore it. It wasn’t long before I found myself back in their circle, seamlessly fitting in. I’d adapted, molded myself to fit their world, and they embraced it. I wasn’t just Leo anymore; I was someone they could respect, someone who was willing to do whatever it took to stay on top.

The real transformation, though, came when I decided to cut ties with Leo’s old friends. They didn’t fit the new version of me. Sure, they had been a part of my past, but they were stuck in their little world of Dungeons & Dragons, video games, and all the nerdy shit that had always bored me. It wasn’t like I suddenly hated them—but I couldn’t be tied down by their expectations anymore.

When I walked away—it felt like I was rejecting everything I had pretended to be. Leo’s old friends had known me as that quiet, humble kid—the one who didn’t quite fit in, who went along with whatever just to avoid trouble. But now, everything about me had changed. I wasn’t pretending anymore. I had transformed into someone else, someone they couldn’t recognize.

They were disgusted by it. They didn’t get how Leo could suddenly abandon them, how Leo could become the person he once looked down on—the arrogant, entitled guy who manipulated situations to his advantage. To them, it felt like a betrayal. They cursed me, called me a “traitor” and said Leo had turned into the very thing he used to despise. Their words probably would’ve made the old Leo feel guilty, but I couldn’t care less. The person I had pretended to be, the one who followed the rules and played nice, was gone. I had shed that version of myself for good. They couldn’t handle the new me. The old Leo, the weak, quiet kid, was gone. In his place was someone who knew the world wasn't for the weak.

I had completely flipped Leo’s life 180 degrees, and honestly, it was kind of hilarious. I kept imagining what I would’ve thought if I had seen the old Leo hanging out with my friends—partying, hooking up with girls, acting like the king of high school. I would’ve lost my mind. Just thinking about it—comparing the old me to the guy I was now—it stirred something inside me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Was it depressing to see how far I’d come, or was it something I should actually be proud of?

When I got into college on a sports scholarship, things only got better. With nothing holding me back anymore, I fully embraced the role of the golden boy. I was handsome, confident, smart—everything I used to wish I could be. And more importantly, I was untouchable. I had this power now. A few of my high school friends ended up at the same college, so it didn’t take long for us to become the campus wolf pack. That just solidified it. I wasn’t just one of the guys anymore—I was the guy. The one everyone wanted to know and no one dared to mess with.

I can’t emphasize enough how much power and wealth shape the way you think and act. It’s like they completely rewire you. And then, being a handsome motherfucker? That was just the cherry on top. There was one moment when it hit me—I had fully stepped into my new life. It was at this wild frat party, the kind where anything goes. I was fucking two girls at the same time, and they were both screaming my name: Leo.

In that moment, I wasn’t mad about being called by the name of the former nerd. I knew no one would dare say anything against Leo fucking Kingsley. If they did, I’d destroy them—or my family’s lawyers would. It was almost comical to see the messages from Leo's old friends, telling me how disappointed they were in what I’d become. But honestly, I hadn’t changed at all. I was just in a different body—one that suited my attitude much better.

Those messages didn’t bother me. They were just entertainment, a reminder of who I used to be, but they did spark something deeper inside me—something I’d buried for a long time. What had happened to the real Leo? What had happened to my old self?

I decided to start digging. I asked my father if he or his lawyer had ever heard anything about the bully who’d assaulted me back in middle school, the one who’d ended up in juvenile detention. To my surprise, my father knew a little more than I expected. He told me he didn’t want to bother me with it back then, especially since he saw how much I’d grown and was enjoying my life. He mentioned that his lawyer had informed him my old bully had been admitted to a psychiatric facility after attacking another inmate. He didn’t get into the details, but it piqued my curiosity.

Top keep it low and avoid unwanted questions, I secretly hired a private investigator to dig deeper into what happened to my old self. I needed answers—what had happened to the original Leo? And what happened to that weirdo, Davis, who’d threatened to possess me? The investigator gave me some limited details, but when I put it all together with what I already suspected, things started to make sense. Davis had been obsessed with dark magic, but he must’ve screwed something up. Somehow, Leo got pulled into the mess. I figured Davis had somehow triggered a massive body swap, and that he probably ended up in my original body, thinking I was in his. That would explain everything—why he attacked his original body.

The more I pieced together, the clearer it became. Leo had ended up in Davis’s body. This conclusion came from the investigator’s findings—Leo, now in Davis’s form, had actually tried to contact my father, claiming to be his son. But my father didn’t give him a chance to explain.

All of that just felt too good to be true. So this fucker Leo really was there after all. That's when I decided to make it just worse for him.

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The investigator managed to dig up Davis's old mobile number, so it felt like pure satisfaction to send him a provocative image of his old body—only, much improved. I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of gratitude toward Leo. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve never gotten the body—or the life—that was truly meant for me.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the moaning noises I had caused. Seeing my reflection in the darkened window striking a double bicep pose was pure pleasure. I had everything I’d always wanted—the life, the body, the respect, the possibilities. It was what I deserved all along. Well, better late than never.

I decided to check if the old Leo had responded to my little provocation. Damn, nothing yet. I smirked. Guess I’d have to send him another one. It’d be a shame not to let him see what he’d been missing all this time.

Anyone want to do a possession rp with me? DM me

Saliendo de prisión

Historia pedida por @malevessel

Saben crecer teniendo una vida muy dura fue algo que le toco a mi familia, hace 24 años cuando yo tenia una año mis padres fallecieron y quedé al cuidado de Leo, el es mi tío segundo, era mi único familiar, lo malo que el no estaba muy bien económicamente y nos tocó vivir siempre limitados, cuando entré a la escuela el se aumentaba por días y luego regresaba con dinero para pagar mis estudios, mi ropa, y en general todo lo que ocupábamos, todo lo que tengo se lo debo a el, pero cuando cumplí 18 el no regreso, me quedé a vivir solo, conseguí un empleo y apoyos para poder estudiar, me gradué de abogado.

Hace unos meses un preso me solicitó para llevar su caso ya que aparentemente su anterior abogado había renunciado, yo llegué a mi reunión con el pero cuando me estaban llevando a una sala para poder hablar con el pasamos por un área en la que vi a un hombre que me resultó familiar, creí a haber visto al tío Leo, cuando finalmente salí de mi reunión con mi cliente pedí a uno de los guardias si podía ver al señor que creía era mi tío, el guardia me dijo que estaba equivocado ya que ese prisionero dijo que no tenia familiares, pero como la información que le di al guardia coincidía con la del preso excepto el echo de la familia logré conseguir una reunión con el, cuando lo vi me reconoció, comencé a llorar de la felicidad y del enojo ya que no sabía porque me dejó solo, pero a la vez estaba alegre de volverlo a ver, luego me enteré que el fue a prisión por robar, resulta que para obtener el dinero para mantenernos a flote el robaba y vendía lo que robaba, eso me hizo sentir culpable, busque algún medio legal para sacarlo, pero resulta que en su estancia en prisión no había tenido buena conducta ya que se metía en varios problemas y casi mata a la última persona que todo ya que le causó un infarto durante el atraco.

Yo buscaba un vacío legal pero no encontré nada, no me quedo más opción que rendirme, le visitaba varias veces a la semana, hace una semana decidí buscar por última vez fui a la biblioteca local a buscar más libro y vi un libro raro que me llamó la atención, se llamaba la magia del cuerpo y alma, el libro explicaba como hacer 3 cosas, viajes astrales, posesiones y regresiones, también habían varias advertencias pero no había problema la mayoría eran casos poco probables, yo soy escéptico pero por pura curiosidad lo llevé a casa, probé el hechizo de viaje astral, seguí los pasos y de pronto estaba flotando sobre mi cuerpo,era asombroso, no lo podía creer, entonces fui a explorar el vecindario y después regrese.

Al día siguiente tenia un plan le enseñaría a mi tío y dejaría que tomara mi cuerpo, luego saldría y le buscaríamos un nuevo cuerpo temporal, ya que ni por su edad lo dejarían salir de prisión debido a su "ola de crímenes".

Así llegamos al día de hoy, fui temprano en mi moto a la prisión, ya le había explicado todo a mi tío, le dije el plan desde antes me pararía cerca de la prisión y entonces el me poseía, ser iría a mi casa y me dejaría para salir y buscar el cuerpo de algún vecino, y la primera parte paso como planeamos.

Me pare afuera de la prisión, un guardia me vio y preguntó si iba a pasar, le dije que no, que estaba pensando algunas cosas pero no era seguro, solo se dio la vuelta, entonces sentí un frío inundar mi espalda, era una sensación sorprendentemente incomoda, mi espalda se contrata, entonces escuché la voz del tío Leo.

Leo: hey muchacho ya estoy aquí vámonos.

Erick: no puedo tío tu estas tomando el control, ya no siento mis piernas.

Leo: es cierto esto se siente bien sabes poder sentir zapatos cómodos otra vez.

Eric: me alegra eso, tío antes de nada debo decirte que leyendo las advertencias ayer me di cuenta que la posesión tiene un efecto que...

Leo POV:

Leo: cual efecto, que pasa?

Genial ya se fue, sabíamos que el proceso era rápido pero no tanto, bueno creo que lo mejor será ir a casa, tome la moto de Erick y conduje hasta la casa, el sentimiento de libertad me hizo tan feliz que pensé que no haría daño si me paseaba un rato por el camino.

Luego me di cuenta que había pasado mas de una hora y en eso recibí un llamado de la prisión informando mi aparente muerte, pero solo dije que iría después, sabía que Erick probablemente no tendría mucho tiempo ya que no me pudo dar la advertencia completa.

Al entrara la casa , me vi en un espejo, era tan raro ver a Erick en el reflejo y no a mi, comencé a buscar el libro que no encontraba por ningún lado, estuve buscando por mas de media hora, entonces comencé a sentir una extraña ola de excitación, pero sabía que no debía hacer nada por respeto a mi sobrino, seguía buscando pero la sensación cada vez era mayor, el cuerpo que habitaba estaba caliente y duro, entonces encontré el libro, buscaba el apartado de posesión y por algún motivo sentía como cada vez mi cuerpo estaba a punto de correrse, encontré la página y las advertencias decían cosas como que no hay seguridad de mantener personalidad y un montón de cosas específicas pero no de gran importancia, entonces llegué a un párrafo que de no se por mi estado en el cual ya sentía como gotas de semen escapaban de mi pene prestado me habría dado un paro de lo grave que era.

Debido a que el cuerpo humano está echo para que un alma habite en su interior suele haber una relación que a la hora de la posesión se corta, ya que el alma del dueño original se desconecta para dar paso al del nuevo anfitrión, por lo que debes estar seguro de que escogiste al cuerpo correcto o de lo contrario déjalo usando el mismo hechizo para regresar a tu cuerpo o saltar al cuerpo de alguien más, ya que al desconectar el alma original esta solo cuenta con 2 horas antes de ser expulsada de su cuerpo, este se daría a través de un estado de éxtasis en el cual el cuerpo se auto estimulará para correrse y sacar el alma original, una vez fuera el alma ahora líquida deberá ser almacenada en algún recipiente, vaciado en algún objeto o persona para no perderse, ya que de quedar expuesta reaccionara como cualquier fluido y al secarse se desvanecerá de manera permanente.

No podía creer lo que leía ya que sentía como me estaba corriendo en contra de mi voluntad, entonces me di cuenta de lo que pasaba, acababa de pasar, Erick acaba de salir de su cuerpo, me deje llevar por sentirme libre y desperdicie el tiempo de mi nieto antes de ser separado de su cuerpo, de manera rápida me quite el traje y lo coloque sobre mi entrepierna con la esperanza que mi sobrino aun estuviera en parte dentro de el pero ya era tarde, toda su esencia aparentemente quedó impregnada en el traje de motociclista que llevaba.

Busque en el libro pero no había nada que dijera como revertir esto, solamente descubrí que ahora Erick estaría en ese traje, tome el traje pero al tocarlo escuche su voz.

Erick: tío, me puedes escuchar?

Leo: si, pero como es esto posible.

Erick: no lo se exactamente pero creo que es como si pudiera sentirte cuando tomaste el traje porque antes de eso todo era silencio.

Fue entonces que una idea paso por mi mente, me volví a colocar el traje y sentía como si alguien estuviera conmigo.

Leo: si, eso es cierto, que bueno que esta esta opción.

Erick.: que pasa?, puedo ver otra vez, y sentir, eso es buen... porque no puedo mover nada?

Leo: creo que al usar el traje puedes ver y sentir como si fuera tu cuerpo pero siendo un espectador desde donde no puedes mover nada pero si comunicarte, como en las películas.

Erick: bueno eso es mejor a nada.

Leo: concuerdo es algo positivo.

Eric: si para remediar a medias tu desastre.

Leo: lo se debí venir antes de que esto pasara, pero ya no puedo hacer nada créeme yo quisiera que esto no hubiera pasado.

Las lágrimas brotaban de los ojos de Erick mientras me sentía impotente y sin control de nada, el trato de consolarme a pesar que se llevó la peor parte del asunto, fue muy cruel de mi parte ya que yo conseguí un cuerpo más joven, una vida intachable y un nuevo inicio, mientras que el solo se podía imaginar el resto de su vida como un traje de motociclista.

Dos meses después..

Erick pov:

Ya han pasado dos meses desde que mi vida se vio terminada para ser un simple traje, pero no es tan malo, el tío Leo, me usa seguido y me consulta sobre como llevar mi carrera, mi vida y todo en general, hace lo que yo quiero para compensar lo que pasó, además de que consiguió un romee, Aron, que en secreto aveces me usa porque le gusta como se ve conmigo puesto, yo disfruto de sentir y ver lo que el hace, en especial cuando me usa y se calienta, es como volver a sentir los placeres carnales que el tío nunca haría ya que soy su sobrino, pero Aron satisface muy bien ese lado.

As I explained in a previous post, the last year has been horrible for me. Now I have finally finished my university exams, and I have time. I will publish again. I do have pending publications, especially requests, and to continue the story of Venom and that of "The Great Host". First of all, I apologize.

And second, now that I'm free I'd love to receive requests again, although after all this time I'm sure you've lost trust. I'm also always available for role plays or for you to tell me ideas for content that you might like. Thank you very much everyone.

THE GREAT HOST IV

It had been a difficult few weeks.

After the possession, I had a hard time getting back into my normal routine. Days went by and I still felt empty.

According to police reports, it was normal to feel this way, as if it were a side effect. However, my brother and my family were always there.

I had gone back to college, to the gym, I had started hanging out with my friends again... but it wasn't the same, I wasn't the same.

Despite my mother and brother's insistence, I had not stopped smoking, I could not. But it was not just an addiction, there was something else. A thought that remained in my head and scared me.

During the possession, Bob displayed a cocky attitude that I never had. But now, months after the incident, I think deep, deep down there were parts that I liked.

As I went out into the street, I lit a cigarette and headed to the bar where I had arranged to watch the match with my friends and my brother. Antón would come later, because he was training now. I walked around the city for a while, I liked the freedom I had. When I accidentally bumped into a man

Sorry man.

Don't worry, he replied.

There was something about him that looked familiar.

Without thinking much, I continued on my way. I briefly entered the market in the square next door, I needed to go to the bathroom. I put out my cigarette with my foot. I used to find it disgusting, but I had gotten used to it.

I walked around the market before going to the toilets. But while I was urinating, I heard the bathroom door close.

When I turned my head to see who it was, the man I had bumped into earlier was standing there, a dark smile on his face.

Hello again, the man said cheekily.

I see you've been working out. Those legs are wider than last time.

What?! I said

I have not seen this man before, what is he saying, I thought

I'm glad you took care of our body in my absence, Paul. It's a nice touch on your part.

Oh no, he no, please

Y-You

Me

Bob!!!!

In the flesh. Well, not exactly, I borrowed this one. But I like you better, you know what I mean, Paul.

Suddenly, Bob's real body emerges from the man in front of him, and he falls to the ground as if he were dead. Thank God, he was breathing, but Bob quickly approached me and placed his fat old hand on my chest.

Ready to go for a ride, just like old times?

I could only hear my heartbeat, I was paralyzed with fear and a feeling of oppression made me sweat cold as I looked at him.

Mmm, that’s right boy. Sniff Daddy’s pits. Fuckkkkk… You love my new body don’t you boy? I can pass for your boyfriend now. No one will question our age gap anymore. You can take me home to your family and not have to worry about the reaction your parents would have to dating a man more than twice your age. From the outside, we look like the cutest gay couple, but no one would guess the truth - that I squeezed into this cute hunk just for us to be together.

Don’t worry though, he likes me in here too. He just wanted a big beefy leather daddy to control him. I made him the dominant alpha he always wanted to be. I’ll grow out his beard. Let his body hair run untamed. And dress him in the sexiest outfits he’d never dare to wear. Woof.

Get ready boy. My dick is so full of cum and I can’t wait to unload it in your tight ass. Maybe later we can cuddle and explore what it’s like to be best buds. Maybe even hit up the gym. Can’t let myself go like I did before. It’s fun having abs and a nice set of juicy pecs.

"Whoa......that description is spot-on, he really looked like straight out of early 2000s romcom! This is a proper popular college jock that bullied the dweeby protagonist," Jared exclaimed to the reflection of himself in the mirror as he weirdly pointed out himself as if he's not himself

Well, the controller of Jared's body for the next 12 months at least is indeed not going to be Jared himself. It's Field Agent Summers in control of the entitled 21 years old jock, and this is his first day on his undercover work using the new device developed by the agency. While the real Jared suppressed into his own unconsciousness, Summers will pilot the jock's body as he pleases and utilize all the existing memories for his exploit to succeed in his role as Jared.

Feeling himself a bit more utilizing Jared's own muscle memory, he started to stretch his body to really see how well he's integrated into the jock's body and mind. This is about to be a fun and much more easier assignment compared to the more common yet dangerous bodysuit method, and hopefully he'll pass his probation with flying color. His task: making Jared Livingston a sidepiece for the media mogul Arthur Howe so the agency can blackmail both Howe and Jared's parent for their future exploits