Summer Shift- Around The Neighborhood

A Body Stealer Tale: Magic Hands

People looked at me oddly, questioning why I wore black gloves at the beach. I assure you there's a good reason for it. My hands are just too powerful, they can accomplish almost anything I desire. It was a gift I was born with. Wearing gloves would block the power so I wouldn't use it by accident.

Just like now, the weather was becoming cold and the sky grey. So I took off one of my gloves, and with a simple wave of my hand, the weather became sunny and perfect for a beach day.

After a while, the beach started to get more crowded, and that was when I noticed this group of guys playing soccer on the sand. One of them caught my attention the most. He was an absolute hunk in white speedos, his muscles glistened with sweat as he showed off his soccer skills by doing kick-ups. He was exactly my type of man.

I took off my right glove and snapped my fingers, and just like that, everything and everyone around me stopped in time. The distant sounds of conversations and the sounds of waves ceased.

Everything became dead silent.

I walked towards the frozen hunk, he was about to kick the ball, and the ball was frozen mid-air. I casually pushed the ball out of the way and stood in front of him to give the hunk a closer inspection. I just had to cup a feel of that body before wearing him. So I took off my left glove, and gently caressed his muscular sweaty chest. I pinched his nipples a little and even twisted them—I knew I would feel that later.

My hand slowly moved down towards his white speedos and found its way inside. I grabbed his shaft and pulled his huge dick out. He was very well hung, 8 Inches soft I would say. I kneeled right there on the sand and started to suck him off. His cock and balls were musky, which only added to the flavor. It was hot to suck this frozen hunk right in front of his friends. He became hard inside my mouth in less than a minute.

Though he wasn't aware, his body still responded to sexual stimulation. However, he couldn't climax in this state, so his body kept accumulating sexual energy. I continued sucking and pleasuring this frozen hunk's body until I was certain he had stored a lot of sexual energy, just waiting to be released."

I stood up and walked behind him. I then concentrated and pressed the tip of my index finger on his nape, a faint glow formed at the part I was touching his nape—a clear sign my power was working. I then slowly ran my finger down his spine, until I reached his coccyx. Leaving a glowing opening right where I ran my finger.

I then started pulling open his back like a suit. Inside him, you would expect to be dark and hollow, but there was only a bright light inside of him. I pulled open his back until there was enough space for me to step inside. First, I inserted my legs inside his, then I put on his upper body, and for last, I put his face on.

As soon as his face slid into place over mine, I felt the opening on his back sealing and that's when I suddenly was hit by a strong wave of sexual pleasure—All the pleasure I gave his body while he was frozen resumed as soon as the body-stealing process finished.

I let out a deep baritone moan as my knees weakened and my new huge hard cock started spurting cum at the sand. This was my favorite trick, nothing like experiencing orgasm in a different body.

I looked down at my huge cock still pulsating and shooting its last drops of cum. At last, I pulled his white speedos back up and snapped my fingers, resuming time. The soccer ball fell to the sand and his friends looked confused at me, expecting me to kick the ball to them.

"Sorry guys, I think I'm just going to relax a little. See you guys later." I put my sunglasses on and walked to the beach chair I was lying before. As I relaxed on the chair, I allowed my new tattooed hands to explore my new muscles. My nipples were aching but that didn't stop me from playing with them. This guy had sensitive nipples, so I couldn't help but moan.

People started to give me weird looks. I guess it was weird for a man to be moaning while playing with his nipples in public. So I made a gesture with my hand, making everyone at the beach ignore me and think I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Now that I had some privacy, I began exploring my new body in earnest. I pulled off the white speedos and stroked my huge shaft, moaning like a madman while no one batted an eye.

There was nothing like a relaxing day at the beach.

Spinoff: The Man That Lost Everything

The finale. Read the previous part here

Thomas sits in the back of Detective Wade's car, his hand clasped and his statuesque, long legs found itself to fit into the back of the small FBI sedan. But despite feeling uncomfortable, he's at peace knowing that he's doing the right thing by eventually snitching on Cole after years of mental and physical torture inflicted by his stepfather and his goons. Heck, even hundreds of miles away and he still tortured by Cole's accomplices, but it's not going to be long before he can take a full, relieved breath when all of his tormentor captured in this sting joint operation led by Wade's FBI unit.

He informed Detective Wade about this possible shipment from the cartel in this abandoned port around 1 hour from their hometown. He still remembered when Cody first drove him all the way to the abandoned port. The ride was rough and felt very long because not only the roads were in bad shape, Cody forced Thomas to "hide his head" to not alert the police by resting his face right on Cody's sweaty, mesh shorts right on his bulging crotch. He knew it was a blatant cruel lie from Cody because why would the police cared about him, but not like he could fight himself against the 6'3" 245 lbs towering blonde hunk

He made that kind of trips around 11 times but stopped altogether last year, yet he still remembered vividly the way to reach the place and the usual schedule of shipment. Thomas got this info because as far away he tried to move out from Cole's sphere of influence, with him still in the Air Force, he practically heard his own compromised leaders talked about this shipment. Shipment days are also usually when the whole crew gathered for plan adjustment and whatnot from what Thomas learned, so it's the perfect time for an ambush to catch them all in one sweeping move

Heavy rain splashed the car's window and limited the vision for the night drive, but Thomas still believed that everything is still going on according to the plan. Rain won't stop those thugs, he thought, his head rested to the window as the sound of the rain lulled him with sense of security. Thomas missed out the fact that Detective Wade and his partner are grinning from ear-to-ear cupping their stolen hard-on thinking how fun the night's going to be when they will all circle the poor and naive Timid Tommy when they drop this act sooner or later

Acting as if he never visited the port, Detective Wade asked Thomas with a slight smirk to lead the direction once they reached a more beaten path. Thomas, obvious to the trap he's walking himself in, directed the detectives with excited detail to the point of it sounded like a sickening child giddily receiving his present

"Oohhh....be careful, there's a hole 150 meters from here,"

"You want to take the right side of the street for 500 meters until you see this signage because the left side is badly damaged,"

"It's so dark but I know there's a sharp left turn in about 75 meters, watchout!"

Wade rolled his eyes everytime Thomas warned him, the shrill sound really just asked to be punched or something, Wade thought to himself. But, he managed to keep his cool and finally arrive at the abandoned seaport complex

"Well, here we are. I think we should go on foot, the rain stops already," Detective Wade said as he opened the car door and walked out to the wet, muddy soil

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I will direct you guys from the back, then?" said Thomas as he checked all his belongings before exiting the car

"Uh huh, we need to keep you safe, Thomas. Let me and my boys do the work. I will also ask for the naval and aerial backup to start flying now," Detective Wade said as he checked his guns and reached for his cellphone while proceeding to talk to his fellow detective

"Naval and aerial backup?" asked Thomas as he gets out from the left side of the passenger door, putting distance between him and the two detectives

"Yeah, boats and helicopter. We need to surround the entire area anyway. They are nearby so it will take them less than 10 minutes," said Detective Wade with his back still facing Thomas, he's deep in conversation with the other officers that started to gather around him

"Wait--- but I thought that---"

"Put the vest on, okay, let's gather outside and then you can show us the way,"

"O-- ohh okay. I just, backup--- isn't this your first time----

"What did you say again, Thomas?"

"Uh.....ohh, nothing. Sorry to interrupt you. It's that way, 400 meters straight and then take the right turn. They are usually in the one warehouse very close to Dock 3,"

"Dock 3, got it. Okay boys, let's move very gently, we don't want to alert them, okay?"

When all the guns drawn and countless police officers started to yell "NOPD!" a couple minutes later, Thomas face started to brighten up. There they are......his tormentors.....all raising their hands and face looking pale as fuck. The drugs are still being processed and they are seemingly very surprised they have 0 times to reach for their weapon stash or clarify what are these bunch of rag-tag military officers and veteran doing late at night in an abandoned port. Thomas witnessed Cody being pinned to the floor and hand's cuffed, he tried to resist but it's futile as the officer pressed Cody's back with his knee and several guns clearly directed at him. The same goes with the bunch of vets in their brown shirt looking disgruntled and pissed off and there's also the active military bunch like Sergeant Jacobs, Senior Airmen Mendes, Technical Sergeant Chadstone and others that try to talk to their apprehending officers. But the grand prize of it all is seeing Cole Armstrong cuffed by Detective Wade, his facial expression turned from desolate to anger once he spots Thomas

"YOU! FUCKING PUSSY! FUCK YOU!" roared Cole, which caused Thomas to flinch yet Detective Wade quickly subdued him to the ground

"Enough with the antics, Armstrong! Thanks to Thomas, we finally captured you and your goons. You will have plenty to explain later down the station, that I can guarantee,"

"Detective Wade. I need to tell you one more thing. You can also probably tell your boys to do the same thing as what I'm about to do,"

Thomas steps closer to reach Cole and then after staring right at his deep blue eyes, he grabbed Cole's thick neck. Cole screamed in agony and tried to break free from the cuff, he screamed "no" countlessly and tried to wriggle himself free to no avail. Much to the surprised look that Thomas peeked from Detective Wade's face, there's a layer of skin beneath Cole Armstrong tanned white skin. It's glistening dark skin, albeit a bit light, like cafe latte and then with one final swoop as if taking off a hoodie, a slightly smaller head appear on top of Cole Armstrong's body

"They are all body suits, Detective. Skin of our patriotic soldiers taken and used by thugs like DeShawn Martell and his crew to advance their criminal enterprises,"

"Well, just like me," and suddenly, a left hook from Detective Wade landed squarely on Thomas face that instantly caused him to fall to the floor. His head spins like crazy and his ear ringing as he's clearly going to lose his consciousness, the last thing he heard is the loud "whoa brother!" from Shawn and the sight of the cruel smirk from Detective Wade that hovered above him

When Thomas finally wakes up, he's tied to a chair and positioned in the middle of the warehouse. Yet, everything is cleared up, no sight of the police raid or even the drug shipment, only lines of thugs standing in front of him with crumpled rubbery skin and discarded clothes in front of them. But there's no Shawn in the lineup, because he's standing behind Thomas with a syringe and only when he speaks that Thomas realized that Shawn is behind him, still in his prized Cole bodysuit

"How's my acting earlier, boy? Convincing enough?"

Thomas eyes went wide. Acting? This is merely a set-up? All of this??? Where's Detective Wade?

"Well, well, well......thinking you're slick huh, don't you boy? Do you really think it's gonna be that easy to take me down? I run this shit for almost a decade, I thought of almost all possible scenario already,"

Thomas gritted his teeth, his mind screaming in all differing direction as he's definitely not going to get out of this situation in pristine condition.

"But have to admit, Wade is close. New detective and all their excitement, I guess. Clearly he doesn't know how we run things over here, am I right, Captain Bostick?"

Like a sick, twisted joke, one of the guy, tattoed from head to toe and looking clearly from the bad part of the town then steps up to grab the rubbery suit in front of him and not long after, Captain Bostick that leads the local PD stands up buck-naked with a sly smirk

"Wade clearly didn't know how to play, lucky he's a reformed man now," the Captain said as he put on his clothes while glancing at this bleached-blonde thug.

The bleached-blonde thug that cannot be older than 22 steps to the front and grabbed the crumpled rubbery skin, donning on Detective Wade as if it's a mere overall or simple clothing

"Tada," he said with a smile as he rotated himself around and even saliciously twerk his ass as if he's not a respected FBI detectives. He put on his shorts to hide his growing uncut monster as he explained how Marquis took down the detective right after his initial interview with Thomas before swapping suits with him just a couple days ago when Detective Wade came barging through Thomas apartment

"ANSWER MY GODDAMN FUCKING QUESTION, THOMAS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF ENTERPRISES YOUR STEPFATHER RUNS? HAHAHAHHA damn, remember that shit bro? It was all me,"

Thomas felt like a he just got hit with a punch in the gut. The detective has been taken over for that long, and he didn't notice anything different.......

"I open my net wide, Tommy. My brother. My veteran friend. My active duty friend. They are not enough. So I obviously expand. The police. The rich trust fund baby that tried to sober up and stop buying shit from us. The ICE agents.....the FBI. Yeah, it's a work of a decade, but as you can see, I'm making my mark everywhere. And you naively think that I can be taken down that easy? You fool," Cole said as he then literally punched Thomas right in the gut. If not for the rope that tied him, Thomas would be slumping to the floor already

"Folks, talk to your brothers about possible switch-ups, in 5 minutes, we're starting something fun,"

As the crowd gets louder trying to get each other's bodysuit, Cole leans closer to Thomas ear to deliver the point he wanted his stepson to hear

"You've seen quite a lot and you literally snitched on my whole scheme to an FBI agent, so, this is what will happen---"

The more he listened to Cole, the paler he becomes, and he turned as white as a porcelain when he realized that all of the thugs already slid themselves inside their respective suit, looking spotless and clearlg not the type to engage in the sort of criminal endeavor happened in this warehouse. Thomas even wet himself as the last person, Sergeant Arroyo, finished with tightening his boots, his looming fate becomes closer and he can only rely on himself to get out of this situation. Cole then cut the rope that tied him and that's when Thomas started to make a run for his life, all the other men followed suit 10 seconds later as a leg-up for the scaredy Thomas. He sprinted his way to the entrance of the port, trying to get himself inside one of the cars driven by the police and FBI agents and go as fast and as far as he can. Yet, just 200 metres away to the first car, a figure wearing visible white t-shirt appeared out of nowhere from behind the parked cars and practically blocking Thomas way to reach the car.

"Hey there bud, Cole told me you'll go this way, guess you're very predictable huh,"

"Don't get any closer, I have a gun!"

"It's no more loaded, dumbass," the guy said as he lunged at Thomas, both men trying to pin each other with the stranger having the leverage over Thomas

"All these muscle you built, for nothing. Guess that's why Cole said I'll run your body and life better,"

Thomas eyes went wide with the revelation. It turned even wider when he found out that Cole is not the only one with the serum as this stranger takes out the syringe out of his pocket and start trying to jab Thomas. He tried to resist his best and fight yet just when his other chaser turned from the corner and headed their way, the stranger already jabbed Thomas right by his neck, rendering Thomas unconscious as per the deflated procedure. Just like the last time he passed out earlier tonight, a grin became his last vision, this time from the stranger. Yet at the same time, he feels it. The sense of emptiness that claws from within.....ohhh this really is the last time he's going to be alive, right? He pondered about his fate while gazing at the clear dark blue sky, life ended tragically in an abandoned, muddy seaport, yet no one knows about it since he will still be alive for his close friends and family as this thug will probably assume his identity and lived his life to the fullest. Oh, to simply have another night......must be a blessing

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Thomas Parker returned to the good grace of his stepfather, much to the delight of his mother that finally can see his two favorite person in the world live amicably. Thomas seemed to be more confident and outgoing too, the military life clearly brought something positive after all these years for Thomas, or so his mom thought. She of course has no idea that the way Cole and Thomas plus Cody bonded so well nowadays happened because they all worked for the same cause and with "Thomas" finally stop acting like a bitch, all falls into place perfectly. For Cole, this is finally a perfect family and societal setting for him. Loving wife, reliable brother and his stepson finally having the same mindset as his, not to mention the supportive friends he gathered, clearly a very great way to enjoy one's retirement

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Whoa, it's been a while since I fully finished a multi-part story LOL. As usual, thanks for the constant motivation to push through @thesuitaskin you and the others enjoying this sort of fueled me to wrap things up. Feel free to add things up like exploring more on Cody's character or other angles, it's an open book after all. I am looking at your other story with excitement but I guess this guy is my next target since I have tons of his picture that I need to use, but I don't have plot yet for it, so, a momentary break maybe?

Swap syndrome 2: armpit addiction.

-damn heat… -

The time on my cell phone showed 2:05, the idiot Travis had made me wait but in a way that made me happy I would have to charge him $50 more for being late.

Today was a very fucking day at the gym, it was so hot that I had to change my shirt, but still the rancid aroma of sweat coming from my hairy armpits filled the interior with my car, I was in the same parking lot of the gym where it is only A couple of minutes had left a huge sweat stain on the floor.

But despite everything I loved my new life, after the great shift and finding myself in this boy's hot and muscular body, from the beginning I knew this was a good thing, when I woke up in Travis's bedroom and looked down to see two juicy pecs, a sculpted six-pack and long, hairy legs, the first thing I did was take out my huge cock that was hidden among a leafy bush of hair and give myself the best handjob of my entire life.

It had been a little over a year since that moment, I quickly got used to Travis' life, kept his muscles big and strong and all thanks to his tiny YouTube channel where he showed all his exercise routines, but that was all wasted talent for Travis' glorious, beautiful body.

I no longer had my college degree or anyone to turn to, yet I was able to easily make money from all these fags, who wanted to sleep with me and this body.

Still not in the same city where I used to live, I watched the news and learned everything that had been happening in the world and that the real Travis was out there in my tired, flabby 40-year-old office worker body.

A tapping on my car window brought me out of my thoughts, it was the real Travis I grimaced in disgust as I looked at my old face once more in front of me, I looked at the time on my phone once more, and now it was 2:07 that now meant $70.

The door of my car and Travis jumped inside it, his first action was to completely inhale the disgusting smell inside the car, after that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, After that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, but in one movement I moved his old, ugly face away from me.

-You know the rules Travis, first I want the bills-

He extended one of my hands while he took out his wallet and extended a small wad of cash. In one quick movement, I snatched the bills from him and began to count them one by one while a nervous expression formed on the real Travis's face.

-Are you fucking with me? Only $500? -

There was nothing left of the old confident Travis, the confident, outgoing boy had disappeared, in his place there was only a perverted faggot who paid me for a few minutes of my attention due to swap syndrome. When we swapped our bodies, I thought I would get rid of him to always, but this pathetic middle-aged man was clinging to me like a leech trying to get close to me with his twisted homosexual intentions. I didn't really care what he did with my old body, but I thought I could make some money a month by squeezing every penny of this situation.

-Please! Just, just 5 minutes! I had to pay this month's rent and my landlord told me that if I was late another month he would throw me out on the street.-

I rolled my eyes as Travis the bitch kept giving me stupid excuses about how hard it was to find a good job now that he was a middle-aged man and he was tired all the time from working so much.

-Okay, just shut your fucking mouth.-

I put my hand on his head and pushed him into one of my hairy pits and choked his nose with the sour sweat that was collecting in my armpits. The initial struggle quickly turned into pleasure, I could feel Tyler's breathing slow. He shook until he filled his lungs, his mouth savored the curly hairs of my armpit and sucked up the small drops of sweat with his dirty tongue as if he had crossed a desert.

Tyler's small hands slid to his crotch and he began to frantically massage his cock over his pants, occasionally Tyler would move away from my armpit to get some air and lick my muscular arms with his disgusting sticky tongue, I watched as they passed minutes on my cell phone and before 5 minutes had passed, Tyler's small wrinkled cock soiled his pants with semen.

I pushed Tyler away and a satisfied smile formed on Tyler's face, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover from the addictive experience he had just experienced, a few hairs from my armpit had stuck to his face and a stain of sweat had formed on the collar of his shirt.

I didn't have time for this, this experience had made me horny, I wanted to unload the enormous amount of cum that wanted to escape from my huge hairy balls, but the disgusting man next to me was not worthy of this...nor did I have another $500

I extended one of my long, muscular arms and opened the door of my luxurious sports car.

-Now get out bitch, see you next week-

As soon as I clean every trace of Tyler from my car, I'll call some of my girls, so I can fill their pussies with my beautiful, hot seed.

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A Neighbor With An Alien Secret

"When are you going to finish the report? It's taking foreveeeer. His wife and kids will be back soon from church!" I complain to Matthew, my hot, muscular neighbor who is focused on writing the monthly report for his kind.

I’m lying on Matt’s bed, bored as I waited for him. Earlier this morning, as soon as I saw Matt’s wife leaving with their kids for church, I didn’t waste a moment—I knocked on Matt’s door and walked right in.

"Be patient, I'm almost done. I need to put in the report every tiny detail about my experience of living as Matt for the past month. This is very important, you know that." He says while still writing.

I stand up and walk towards him. I am completely naked—there's no need to wear clothes around Matt anymore. Standing behind him, I start to gently massage his large, broad shoulders.

"You're not going to tell them about me right?" I ask teasingly, running my hands down to his huge pecs and squeezing them. My fingers quickly find his nipples, and I play with them, making Matt stop typing and let out a deep, baritone moan.

"Of course not. If they find out, they will exterminate both of us. You for knowing too much, and me for letting a human know about our kind."

I look at the small hole at the top of Matt's shaved head, it is no larger than the diameter of a pencil. I then kiss Matt's neck and whisper in his ear to stand up. He obeys and looks at me, confused. Taking his place on the chair, I spread my legs, displaying my hard throbbing cock, and smirk at him. "C'mon, sit on my cock. This way I get to fuck you while you still finish your dumb report."

A grin forms on Matt's lips, and he slowly pulls down his yellow shorts, his thick and soft cock is now hanging between his legs, but that's not why I came here.

He turns around and slowly sits down on my cock, his muscular ass swallows my cock until I am fully inside of him. We both let out a loud, shared moan.

"Unghh... ahhh... Fuck, it feels so good. I don't understand why Matt never used his ass to feel pleasure before." Matt says as he presses his ass against my crotch, careful not to crush me under his weight.

"Matt was the straightest guy I've ever known, he would rather be dead than to be fucked by another man. Gladly, you know how to use his muscles better than him, especially the muscles in his ass," I gave his ass a hard slap and he started bouncing harder. He fucked himself on my cock as his manly hands typed on the keyboard at an inhumane pace.

"Can you read the report to me, please? I'm curious to know what you wrote about Matt," I ask between moans. Matt obeys and starts reading his report.

"Host integration has been highly successful. The capsule was inserted in the vessel's brain and I'm now fully in control of Matthew Grayson, a 32-year-old human male residing in suburban North America. Grayson’s wife, Emily, and their two children remain unaware of the takeover. No one knows that the real Matthew is gone and that his body is just a lifeless meat puppet controlled by an extraterrestrial creature. As per protocol, I've been studying his daily routines, habits, and interpersonal relationships..."

As he continued reading the report, my mind went back to when everything started a month ago.

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Matt was your typical douchbag of a neighbor, he was a religious alpha male with a wife and four kids, and with very conservative beliefs. So of course he hated having me—a gay guy—as his neighbor, and he would be proud to always let me know that. He would give me intimidating looks whenever he saw me looking toward him, or exaggerated whispers to his wife as I passed by, Matt had made it his personal mission to remind me that I didn’t belong there.

One day, after coming back from church, Matt went to his porch to smoke since his wife wouldn't allow him to smoke inside the house.

I was carefully watching him smoke from my window, trying my best to keep myself unnoticed, the last thing I wanted was for him to find out I liked to spy on him from my window. He looked so good with his broad, muscular build accentuated by the snug fit of his vintage-style shirt and tight brown pants. His huge, bulging arms flexed as he lit the cigar. I loved the way his tailored trousers hugged his thick thighs and firm ass.

You know a man is a real alpha when they act like one even when they don't know they're being watched.

His confident posture exuded a raw masculinity that made it impossible not to feel intimidated. Every detail, from the way he held the lighter to the casual way he took his first puff, made him look effortlessly commanding. I started wondering how hot it would be to watch him use those strong arms to jerk off, how it must feel to fuck him, to have him moaning like a slut... I was brought back to reality when I saw a small object hovering over Matt.

It was a UFO!

Was I really back to reality or was I still fantasizing? I asked myself in disbelief. Matt was too busy smoking to notice the small spaceship hovering over him. I thought about opening the window and warning him, but something stopped me; why should I? I asked myself and couldn't find any reason. So I decided to just see what happened next.

Suddenly a ray of light shot out from under the UFO and pierced straight into Matt’s head. He immediately froze and I saw something small inside the light traveling down from the ship to Matt's head, it was small and fast like a bullet. The light then vanished as quickly as it appeared and the small spaceship flew away, disappearing into the sky.

I had no idea what I had witnessed, but I knew it did something to Matt, because the cigar fell from his mouth, his muscular arms dropped limply to his side and his head dropped forward right after. He just stood there like he fell asleep while standing.

And was that smoke coming out of his head? I had so many questions.

Suddenly, Matt stirred awake, his head moved with a stiff, mechanical precision as he scanned his surroundings. Then, his eyes locked onto mine. Panic shot through me, and I ducked beneath the window.

Damn it, he saw me! I thought, my heart started pounding, I knew I was in danger. A few minutes later, I heard someone knocking on my door, actually, knocking was a kind word, he was practically pounding on it. When I opened it, Matt forced himself inside and closed the door behind him, he roughly pinned me against the wall with only one hand on my neck.

"So you were spying on me? What did you saw you fucker?" He asked with a calm, yet Intimidating voice. His grip tightened, and as he pressed me against the wall, I was able to see the top of Matt's head, there was a small fresh hole in it.

"I know you're not Matt anymore. I won't tell anyone! I promise!" I managed to say.

Matt's expression softened, and he loosened his grip, allowing me to fall to the floor. He stood over me, gazing down with a contemplative expression. "The protocol says I should exterminate you."

I gulped and looked at him with scared eyes. Waiting and hoping there was going to be a "but" soon.

"But I won't do that."

I sighed in relief. Matt then grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me back on my feet.

He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me and started to unzip my pants. "I'm willing to buy your silence," the alien said in Matt's deep voice, "I've been studying Matt for the past month, and as I observed and learned everything about him, I also had to learn about everyone in Matt's life, and that includes you. I've been watching from afar how bad Matt treated you for the sole fact of you being a same-sex attracted human," he then took out my hard cock and started to stroke it. Feeling Matt's calloused manly hand wrapping around my shaft felt like heaven. "Since when I chose Matthew as my vessel, I had to learn his personality, his habits and behavior, I had to learn his homophobic beliefs... it just didn't feel right, I didn't want to replicate his bad behavior, but I was ordered by my superiors to mimic the vessel's every personality trait down to the core, so I would have to keep doing to you what Matthew always did. Today was finally the day of the takeover, to make him my vessel," he then looked up at me and chuckled, "But I didn’t expect you to be spying on Matt from your window, though I'm not surprised you did, it makes sense why a gay human like you would feel attracted to a body like this," He double flexed his biceps in a cocky manner, "This changes everything now. I know you want to feel Matthew's mouth wrapped around your cock, to see him submit to you. You can have all that right now, all you have to do is keep your mouth shut."

The sight of Matthew—my once-arrogant, homophobic neighbor—kneeling before me and stroking me, was surreal. He didn't give me time to answer, his strong hands grasped me firmly, and his lips parted as he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. The first touch of his warm, wet mouth made my legs tremble, and I had to steady myself against the wall.

But I don't know if it was because it was Matt's first time sucking cock, or the alien just had no idea of what he was doing, but the blowjob was far from enjoyable.

Matt took my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me. Noticing my face, he said, "Sorry, I don't know how to give a proper blowjob. I still haven't learned this human practice. I thought that with Matt as my vessel, there was no use learning about that."

"It's fine, you can just use Matt's tongue."

"I have an idea. Put the tip of your index finger in Matt's hole."

"Matt's hole? You mean his asshole?"

"No, I mean the entrance hole in his head," Matt said, pointing at it.

I looked apprehensive, but I did what I was told and inserted the tip of my finger in the head hole.

"Now think of blowjobs, like all the blowjobs you've ever done or watched."

I did what he told me and started to think of every blowjob that I'd done, as well as the ones I've watched. Matt's eyes immediately rolled back and his head moved, taking my cock back in his mouth. The tip of my finger was still inside the hole.

The alien now clearly knew what he was doing, guiding Matt’s head with expert precision. His tongue flicked and swirled, drawing shaky breaths from me as he worked like an expert. It was like I was controlling his tongue with my thoughts.

As he took me deeper, his once-mocking eyes now rolled back like he was feeling pleasure, but I knew that was not the real reason. I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me, my hands grabbed his shaved head, “Fuck... Matt, you're such a good cocksucker! You're doing exactly how It's in my head! Mmmhhfh... It's like I'm controlling you!”

Matt responded with a muffled hum, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His hands gripped my ass firmly, keeping me steady as he worked me relentlessly, his mouth was so hot and eager. With my free hand, I grabbed the back of Matt's head and I started to face fuck him real hard, and as I reached my peak, I buried his face in my crotch and came down his throat. "Mmhh... ohh... y-yes... This is what... Unghh... you deserve you asshole!" I moaned.

My finger finally unplugged the hole, and his eyes went back to normal. Matt then pulled back slowly, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What was that?" I asked breathlessly.

"I gave you momentary access to Matt's brain, I turned off his brain and connected his body to your brain instead. So, do we have a deal?"

"Your secret is safe with me, as long as you let me enjoy Matt's body."

Matt snickered, "Good, humans are so easy."

The next morning, I looked out of my window and saw Matt smoking on his porch like he always did. This time he was shirtless and wearing a cap to hide the hole in his head.

"Good morning, Matt," I said out loud. I wasn't afraid of him seeing me anymore.

Matt looked at my direction and exhaled a puff of smoke. Gosh, the alien really did a good job at impersonating Matt's cocky mannerisms. With the cigar still in his mouth, Matt unzipped his pants and took out his huge, long cock. As he held the cigar with his left hand, he stroked his shaft with the other.

I was also jerking off behind the window, watching my hot muscular straight neighbor jerking off his massive cock all for me to enjoy.

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Matt is still fucking himself on my cock, having just sent the report to his superiors, he was now completely focused on the task at hand, or better, on the ass, “Get on all fours on the bed,” I finally tell him.

He obeys immediately, standing up and getting on all fours on the bed like he’s done this a hundred times before. His ass is right there, big, muscular, and begging for attention under those tight yellow shorts. He then tilts his head back, exposing the hole in his head.

“Please, I need you to use me like your slut, sir! Plug my headhole with your finger, and my asshole with your cock!"

I almost laugh at how far this guy has fallen. Who am I to say no? I climb up behind him, sliding my hands over his thick hips, those shorts barely containing his ass. One tug, and they’re gone. I insert myself back inside him, making Matt moan in pleasure. He starts moving his ass back and forth, but I stop him with a hard slap, making him whimper. "Stop moving, that's not how I like It!" I grunt.

"Sorry, sir!"

With a wide grin, I insert the tip of my finger in his head hole, when I'm sure we're connected, I start to think of all the gay bottoms that I've watched before, how they acted and performed in those videos. For a long time I've watched those videos fantasizing about Matt being in their place, and now I have the opportunity to live my fantasies.

Matt's eyes roll back as images of gay men being fucked like sluts invade his mind. Moments later, Matt is fucking himself with passion, mimicking my horny thoughts.

"Moan for me, Matt!" I say, thrusting into him harder. He moans so loudly that I almost worry about the neighbors, but then I remember—my only homophobic neighbor is now nothing more than an alien-controlled puppet. There's nothing to worry about.

I sent a thought for him to release as soon as I came inside him. I couldn't ask for a better neighbor.

Wavell’s Vacation 2

Part 1 here! ⬇️

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I might not have mentioned it before but I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for awhile but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead while he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the chair side table before sitting down.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on but as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt by the man racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy, the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that is moans only increased as I still had small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive member.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him I don’t doubt it felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as what would be the feet of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body instantly, taking full control from head to toe.

Next thing I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my newly acquired fuckstick twitching away after all that stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man who’s body I’d taken before hooking myself up to his memories. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to it’s flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up, pulled my shorts back on and pretty much resumed where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it.

I’d never done anything like it before but with Jake’s memories it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positivity atmosphere to which I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers. Of course they had no idea his body had actually been taken over by an all powerful warlock as I exuded Jake’s traits and personality perfectly.

Speaking of co-workers, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. I had to admit he was pretty handsome and of course quite nerdy due to the job we worked but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back during a night out with a bunch of the office people. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck as he started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but for one the man was his boss and two he was way too drunk to be having sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there had been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I haven’t had an actual job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my hosts sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving my work before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, his calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Oh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I stated while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting.

Slowly I dropped to my knees after turning his chair to face me. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face only. He was speechless. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me, simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected, a solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. With that I didn’t waste any time, immediately wrapping my lips around the tip, sucking on it a little before going down.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside, instead grunting while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster, occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls a little before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but in the end he did exactly that. In came Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease as he tried to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the adorable face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked to door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk and discarded my shirt, pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed on myself before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down.

The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sat on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Before long I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim wrapped a hand over my mouth to muffle me as so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasping my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As you can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pant. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks which was n absolute blast! I made sure to keep up with Jake’s fitness routine if not to maintain his lean muscled physique then to gawk at the other hot meathead around the gym.

I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could, whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking, brushing my hand against his when we passed one another, always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to bend down to pick it up. Oh it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home, sitting on the couch and beginning my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it’d be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be cute.

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Part 3! ⬇️

Hey babe, you won't believe what just happened! I've got the hottest fresh meat to share with you... so get ready! I found this guy, Dan, in the middle of a crowded gym, all sweaty and focused, lifting weights. He was looking so good, I just had to have him, you know?

I waited until he was in the shower, all alone and vulnerable. The steam was thick, and as he stepped under the water, I made my move. I slid in with him, the water cascading over us both, and I slithered his piss slit. His surprise was delicious; his eyes widened in the horror, and I felt his protests, moans, his struggle for control, as I took over. We fought in that small space, his body twisting and turning, trying to shake me off, but I was relentless. The water made our struggle slippery as I pushed deeper into his consciousness.

When I finally succeeded, taking full control, I was rock hard and I couldn't help but admire the sight of his cock, standing proud and ready. The rush of possession mixed with the primal need of this human body was overwhelming. I was so horny, babe, I couldn't resist. Right there in the shower, I started beating his meat, the water adding to the sensation, the pleasure coursing through us both. It was intense, the way his body responded to my touch, or rather, to my control.

I'm sending you this selfie because I want you to see what I've got us now. Look at this body, babe! I can't wait to show you all the things I can do with it when we're together. Just thinking about it makes me so hard, I can barely contain myself. See you at home.

Love you so much, can't wait to be with you.

Austin's Chronicles: Reaching the Sunspot

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Austin's Chronicles: Reaching the Sunspot (English Version)

— Professor?...

《 Shit 》 - was all Austin thought. He immediately swung his legs off the desk, afraid to turn around.

— Is everything in order… Are you all right…?

He heard a murmur with a slight Brazilian accent. The boy, even though he was in Cyclops' more muscular, bigger and more powerful body, seemed so nervous to turn around.

But that only reminded him that he was no longer that puny little guy who couldn't even defend himself, no. Now he was big, muscular. And he could do whatever he wanted if he felt like it. What were they going to do about it? After all, no one knew it was him.

—You must knock before you go in -- he growled.

— I… I'm sorry, I heard strange noises and thought something had happened.

When at last, the now superhero decided to turn around, he found in front of him a boy with black hair, dark skin and slightly marked muscles: Roberto Da Costa.

Austin would never say it in public but he had liked that boy for quite some time, although he had never bothered him or treated him badly, he also knew that Roberto was completely out of his league.

— You still must have knock, Mr. DaCosta -- he muttered sternly.

The guy just looked down and nodded. Austin could feel nothing but pure ecstasy at having the guy he had had so many dreams about in the palm of his hand.

The silence lasted for a while, Austin just stared at the brunet from head to toe, almost eating him with his eyes. It was strange to see Cyclops behaving that way…

Far from his straight, heroic and respectful behavior, now it seemed that he was just a predator. The way he was carrying himself now, just standing like that in a living room, with his suit ripped, revealing his broad chest, his fat ass and his masculinity in the air.

— What are doing? -- Roberto dared to ask. But not to look up.

— I'm glad you asked, boy. I think I've got a perfect job for you -- He grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him down, Roberto barely let out a groan -- I reckon we need to discipline gossips like you.

He muttered hoarsely, looking for his new limb to hit the guy's mouth. He was definitely drunk with power.

— Now, swallow it.

And without further ado, he threw it right into it. Roberto began to lick it awkwardly, which slightly irritated Austin.

— Swallow it well.

He grabbed him from the nape of his neck to slam him against his pelvis.

— Mfffffhhhh!

Austin could only sketch a smile full of egocentrism on Cyclops's body.

— Good… - he murmured with a low gasp - Tastes good, doesn't it? Tastes like a real alpha man - It almost seemed like he had started talking to himself. He flexed his arms, watching his biceps swell - I'm pretty strong, don't you think? With these huge arms, and your scent? They smell so bad - he laughed at himself, but his hands started to move to his chest to caress it - And then these huge pecs…. No wonder the suit was so tight.

Roberto continued to lick with a little saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth. Austin was on top of the world, he loved the feel of Roberto's tongue. He was beginning to think he wouldn't leave that body for a second, he loved the feel of his muscles, how imposing he looked.

God… he had Scott Summers' life in the palm of his hand. He could do whatever he wanted, he could even give up his superhero career and do something more “fun”. The possibilities were endless, enough to ruin Cyclops' life.

However, as he thought about it, he felt a strange tingling in his abdomen, which quickly spread.

— You'd better swallow it all.

He muttered to cling to Roberto's hair, this one only made a choked noise with more force. He couldn't take it anymore, he grunted loudly, feeling his fluids end up inside the young mutant's mouth.

Austin sighed, with a smug smile. However, at that moment he felt something even stranger, as if he was fading away, the more the seed came out of his current body, the more he felt it begin to detach from it.

Roberto began to move as if he felt something similar. And in a matter of mere seconds, everything went black. It was like being in nothingness, in a void just floating.

Until he felt something dragging him inside, he could swear he saw something darting in the opposite direction, just where he had come from.

He opened his eyes, confused. Everything was spinning around, he felt as if he had been hit mercilessly, but then he felt something… rather… he tasted it.

His gaze managed to focus, noticing Cyclops' pelvis in front of him, he immediately broke away, feeling the nectar dripping out of his mouth.

— B-but what?

Austin raised his hands, expecting to find those gloved hands, but instead he found brown hands.

— Am I… Am I Roberto?

He looked down. Noticing the clothes the boy was wearing, that white jacket with orange details over a black T-shirt.

Although he no longer felt the extreme masculinity of Cyclops' body, he still felt powerful.

Roberto's body was not bad at all, fit, handsome and wealthy. Austin smiled to himself with perversion. But before he went on with his fantasies, something snapped him out of his trance.

— Ugh… - He heard, looking up and watching as Scott began to stir. He was lost. The man tried to get up, but only managed to stagger, he watched as he put his hand to his head - Caramba, minha cabeça….

Austin smiled even more as he realized what had happened. That wasn't Scott, that was Roberto. They had switched bodies, however… Roberto knew nothing about what respected “Austin”, and he could play his cards as he wished.

— P-Professor? - Roberto murmured into Cyclops' body, beginning to notice. His hands went to his chest, Austin thought surely that's how awkward he looked when he entered that body. - What happened…

— I don't know. It must have been some magical effect, now you're in my body and I'm in yours -- Austin lied without complaint.

— But how is that possible…? - Roberto tried to move towards him, but his legs didn't respond, falling to his knees. Austin thought about helping him, he really did. But seeing Scott in that position, with his suit torn, so vulnerable…. Fuck it.

— I don't know. But I think we both have needs - the now dark-haired man muttered - Don't think I didn't notice how excited you were, you were liking it, weren't you?

— I-I don't know what you're talking about, Professor

— Of course you do. - Austin released his now swarthy masculinity - Go on, swallow.

Roberto in Cyclops' body couldn't do much, in fact Austin was kind of laughing at the situation.

Scott was always so… masculine, big. Powerful even, but now that only a confused Da Costa was inhabiting his body, he looked so… Vulnerable. So weak, so foolish.

— Swallow it.

Austin ordered again, Roberto had no choice but to open his lips and let his former tool enter Cyclops' mouth.

The boy was loving all that show, seeing one of the most powerful xmen with sweat on his face, dumb expression, flushed cheeks and with it in his mouth.

— You're doing good, kid.

He tangled his fingers in the hero's brown hair, enjoying the sounds and moans he was letting out from his new tool. Austin felt on top of the world, in a single second he had gone from being a complete loser and useless without powers to being a mutant who could take the bodies of whoever he wanted, even switch between them.

He could be a sportsman, a model, a movie star, the fucking president if he wanted to be! He smiled ecstatically, he was getting more excited imagining that than what “Scott” was doing.

He knew well he could be a superhero, he could help eradicate violence or eradicate the dictators, infiltrate secret organizations, be a spy. But Austin was tired of being a shadow at the expense of the other heroes, especially the X-Men.

Apparently a “mutant” but with no one to help him activate his powers, just a “reject”. There was something more than ecstasy in his thinking. And that was resentment.

Why be a hero if he could use his new powers for his selfishness? He could be any hero on the face of the earth, explore their bodies like he had done with Cyclops or have fun like he was having now.

They all looked so good… In those tight suits, with their huge muscles or just their faces. They looked like they were begging for him to take them.

He felt Roberto on Scott's body and continued to lick until he felt that sensation again. He finished and with that they returned to their “original” bodies.

Austin, still playing the role of the great Scott Summers, dismissed Roberto saying that everything that happened between them, would be his secret.

And when the Brazilian finally left, he was left alone again. He noticed that some of Roberto's nectar had remained in his suit, so with his fingers he put it in his mouth.

— Mfhh… Geez, maybe I can get back into him sometime - he muttered to himself. Caressing his body through the fabric, smiling.

Though as much as he wanted to stay in that form, he knew he had to leave if he wanted to really enjoy his new abilities. He closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to get out. And as if peeling away from something, he ended up coming out through the hero's back, in an intangible form.

Scott's body gasped at the action, before falling to the ground unconscious. Austin looked down at himself, meeting that thin, small frame again.

— Thanks for the “ride,” Professor.

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See you in the next story… Who knows what body you'll occupy this time?

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Sneaked into a fellow suiters closet. Think he will be a bit mad, but it's so exciting to explore his collection alone!

This one really is stunning. I might even surprise him like that at work...

Sólo entre nosotros (Versión Español)

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar.

Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Esta es una nueva historia, un poco fuera de lo que suelo escribir y algo extensa. Espero les guste, pueden dejarme su opinión en los comentarios.

Sólo entre nosotros [ Versión Español ]

Iker y Yuki eran muy cercanos, buenos amigos. Habían crecido juntos, siendo amigos desde muy temprana edad, a pesar de que cada uno pertenecía a una cultura distinta, se habían llevado bien desde el primer minuto que se conocieron.

Y de ahí, hacían todo juntos, jamás se separaban del otro. Aun cuando el tiempo avanzará y ellos cambiaran; al momento de llegar la adolescencia, Iker empezó a hacer ejercicio hasta conseguir un cuerpo bastante grande y definido, era muy musculoso y todo un éxito con las chicas.

Por otro lado, Yuki se quedó pequeño, delgado, un poco afeminado, descubrió una pasión por la moda y se identificó como gay.

Pero aun a pesar de esas diferencias, siguieron siendo amigos. Se graduaron, y escogieron la misma universidad, Iker empezó a estudiar una ingeniería mientras que Yuki se especializo en modas, después se las arreglaron para rentar un piso en una de las residencias estudiantiles para estar juntos.

Iker a veces le pedía ayuda a Yuki para vestirse mejor y sorprender a las chicas, Yuki para ganar más músculo. Siempre ayudándose mutuamente.

Aquella tarde, ambos estaban en un museo, era su "tarde juntos", una ocasión que destinaban una vez a la semana para reunirse y pasar el tiempo juntos lejos de la cotidianidad y la escuela.

— Es una exposición interesante, ¿no? – Yuki murmuró mientras avanzaban por la zona de culturas antiguas. Algunas esculturas, restos de ruinas, artilugios.

— Sí, hay cosas interesantes – Iker avanzaba a su lado, entre ambos había una diferencia de al menos 30 cm de altura. Iker casi llegaba a los dos metros mientras que Yuki se quedaba con 1.65 cm de altura.

Y nada que decir de la diferencia entre sus musculaturas o incluso sus estilos de vestir, el mexicano usaba estilos más deportivos mientras que el asiático adoraba los colores llamativos y estilos más atrevidos.

Terminaron por llegar a una zona alejada del museo, aun sin terminar. Al parecer no había nadie que estuviera cuidando, por lo qué Iker hizo a un lado un par de cortinas hacía una exposición en proceso.

— No creo que debamos hacer eso – el pequeño y más tímido Yuki murmuró.

— Vamos, es algo nuevo. ¿No te emociona?

Yuki se quedó en silencio un rato hasta por fin soltar un suspiro, asintiendo.

— Está bien... Vamos.

Atravesaron el umbral antes de que el más grande dejara caer la tela, la sala estaba tenuemente iluminada, había algunas vasijas, instrumentos y restos de rocas, nada interesante o nuevo. Hasta que Iker pareció notar algo.

— Mira eso – el moreno sonrió al ver algo al centro de la habitación. Era una clase de espejo, su marco estaba hecho de piedra, parecía bastante antiguo.

Aunque eso no era lo único en especial en el, también era una clase de espejo doble, pero que era translúcido de forma muy tenue. Podías ver tu reflejo y a la par, apenas ver el otro lado.

Los chicos, emocionados por aquel descubrimiento, se colocaron frente a frente del espejo, cada uno de un lado. Lo observaban curiosos antes de empezar a avanzar en círculos, examinando.

— Wow... ¿De dónde crees que sea?

— Ni idea, pero se ve antiguo, seguramente alguna de las primeras culturas – Iker murmuró.

— ¿Ah sí? Que inteligente eres por estudiar ingeniería – Yuki bromeo con él.

— Discúlpeme, señor diseñador, tal vez esto es demasiado para su cerebro.

Los chicos empezaron a bromear entre sí, aunque en cierta forma empezó a subir el tono de las bromas.

— Seguro que no podrías estar ni un día en mis zapatos – Yuki sentenció mientras lo miraba con una sonrisa burlona.

— Más bien tu no podrías estar en los míos, tu manicura se arruinaría al tomar una de mis pesas.

— Y tus manos torpes arruinarían mis diseños.

— Ni siquiera sabrías coquetearle a una chica.

— Y a ti te asustaría meterte con otro hombre.

Sin que se dieran cuenta, el espejo pareció cargarse con una luz muy tenue.

— Seguro no podrías estar en mi cuerpo – Iker susurró con los ojos entrecerrados.

— No durarías ni una semana en el mío.

Sin que los chicos se dieran cuenta. Una energía salió disparada por debajo del espejo hacía los pies de ambos. Después de ello, ambos salieron de la sala como si nada hubiera pasado.

Y el resto del día avanzó normal, regresaron a su habitación, cenaron, charlaron un rato hasta que se fueron a dormir.

En la noche fue cuando lo "extraño" pasó. La misma energía salió de sus cuerpos y se entrelazó entre sí, sus energías fueron succionadas y depositadas en el cuerpo del otro hasta desvanecerse.

A la mañana siguiente, el primero en despertar fue Yuki. Se sintió extraño desde el primer momento que abrió los ojos, más pesado... ¿Había comido mucho anoche? Se sentó en la cama, adormilado y sin ver bien a su alrededor; se frotó la cara.

Y entonces lo sintió.

Abrió los ojos como platos al notar sus enormes manos morenas, miró a su alrededor notando que se encontraba en la habitación de Iker y no la suya, estaba llena de algunos posters deportivos y de automóviles, sus pesas en el suelo e incluso el aroma era totalmente de él.

— Uh, uh... ¿Qué es esto?

Murmuró bajando la mirada hacía sus pectorales, los sopeso, tragando saliva. Se sentía enorme, pesado, incluso tonto.

Nada se comparaba a su antiguo cuerpo, era muy delgado y pequeño, y de la noche a la mañana pasaba de ser así a esto.

— Esto está mal, esto está mal...

Mientras pensaba en eso, escuchó un grito familiar. De inmediato se levantó para ir a su cuarto, donde vio a su viejo cuerpo enredado en las sábanas con una expresión confusa.

— ¿¡Qué fue lo que hiciste, Yuki!? – escuchó decir a su antiguo cuerpo con un acento asiático. Tal cómo él solía hablar.

Observó como él tocaba su cuerpo, sus delgados brazos, su rostro suave, incluso cómo tomaba sus mechones para observarlos absorto.

— ¿Iker?... – dijo con su nueva voz profunda.

— ¿¡Quién más sería, tonto!?

Era extraño ver al cuerpo de Yuki actuar de esa forma, siempre era reservado, callado, no gritaba casi por nada. Pero ahora, claramente era alguien más quien tenía el mando de su cuerpo.

El nuevo Yuki se colocó de pie, examinandose de pies a cabeza con un poco de disgusto en su expresión.

— ¡Amigo, mis músculos se fueron! – sólo pudo ver su contorno delgado. Palpando su pecho para encontrar algo plano, también tocó sus caderas, notando que ahí se hallaba la mayor cantidad de músculo al igual que en sus muslos.

— ¿¡Por qué parece que tu cuerpo es de chica!?

— ¡Cállate! ¡Respeta, yo parezco un Gorila! – El nuevo mexicano murmuró. Se observó nuevamente frente a su amigo está vez, acariciando sus brazos. Incluso se olfateo ligeramente. – Rayos... No está mal.

Murmuró sonriente.

— ¡Oye! ¡No ocupes mi cuerpo como si nada!

— ¿No te gusta? Porque tu nuevo cuerpo parece decir otra cosa.

Y en efecto, así era.

El nuevo Yuki tenía un asunto allá "abajo", de inmediato se tapó con la mano, con su rostro sonrojado.

— ¡No es mi culpa, es tu cuerpo!

— Pues que raro. Yo no siento que esté deseando a alguna chica o algo heterosexual por el estilo.

Una sonrisa petulante apareció en su rostro mientras lo miraba fijamente.

— ¡Sal de aquí!

Iker le dio un golpe en el brazo a su antiguo cuerpo, Yuki sólo soltó un par de risas mientras abandonaba la habitación. Volvió a la habitación qué le correspondía a su cuerpo, aun sin creer que ambos habían intercambiado.

Siempre se había sentido cómodo siendo pequeño, afeminado, muy feliz en su cuerpo.

Pero ahora... se sentía distinto. Masculino, poderoso, imponente. Se asomó en el armario de su amigo, su ropa eran licras, pantalones deportivos, playeras de compresión, algunas camisas de cuadros, todo muy alejado a sus típicos tops o playeras estilizadas.

Tomó una de las playeras de compresión para colocarselas, y extrañamente descubrió un gusto que experimentó por primera vez: Lo ajustada que se sentía.

Volvió a llevar sus manos a sus pectorales, disfrutando de lo amplios y grandes que se sentían, estaba jugando con ellos cuando Iker entró.

— Deja de jugar con ellos, no son pelotas.

— Pues parecen.

Yuki prestó atención a su viejo cuerpo, notando la ropa que traía puesta.

— Wow...

— Ni lo digas.

Murmuró el antiguo Iker un tanto molesto, ahora usaba una ropa bastante "estilizada", una camisa blanca de lo que parecía ser seda, un pantalón arreglado y una cadena dorada.

Para nada similar a lo que usaría siendo él mismo, por lo qué se sentía una especie de "Barbie Girl": Con rizos, ropa linda, piel tersa y perfume. Ni siquiera sabía cómo había terminado arreglándose así, fue cómo entrar en modo automático.

— ¿Y ahora qué? – murmuró de mal humor.

— ¿Cómo qué ahora qué? – Yuki levantó la ceja.

— Sí. ¿Iremos nuestras clases, nos encerraremos hasta ver cómo resolver esto?

El contrario se quedó pensativo, luego trago saliva al recordar algo.

— No, no... No puedo faltar hoy.

— ¿Qué? ¿Por qué?

— Tengo una presentación muy importante hoy, me lleva la chingada – dijo en un acento mexicano perfecto. Lo que dejo estupefactos a ambos. El silencio fue incómodo hasta que Yuki volvió a hablar – Es sobre mí materia de confección, debo de presentar mi proyecto final.

— ¿El vestido con el que has trabajado por semanas?

— Sí, sí. Es mi proyecto final, es el 100% de la calificación.

El ahora enorme chico se sentó en la cama, abrumado. El restante se acercó para tratar de reconfortarlo.

— Entonces yo iré en tu lugar.

— No sabes nada de vestidos, lo único que sabes es cómo quitarlos – murmuró agobiado.

— Hey, no te pases. No soy tan tonto cómo crees. Además, si pasó esto – Iker señaló su ropa – ¿No crees que pueda arreglarmelas para presentar tu proyecto?

Se miraron un rato, a lo que el ahora moreno soltó un suspiro, resignado.

— Está bien, confiaré en ti.

Ambos terminaron por salir del apartamento. Yuki dirigiéndose al departamento de ingeniería mientras que Iker al de diseño, haciendo la promesa de tratar de ser lo más parecidos a sus nuevos cuerpos. Iker no quería ver su cuerpo actuando femeninamente, ni Yuki quería ver al suyo actuando cómo un tipo sin neuronas.

Iker avanzó por los pasillos, aun acostumbrándose a sentirse pequeño, sentía que su andar incluso había cambiado, como si ahora "flotara", antes sentía que sus pasos resonaban por cualquier lado por su musculatura, pero ahora, era ágil como una pluma. Estaba doblando la esquina rumbo al salón, tenía unos 15 minutos de sobra para llegar. Cuando se encontró con un chico.

— Hola, Yuki – un chico musculoso y castaño pareció frenarlo en seco.

— Hola, Adam – le costó bastante no sorprenderse frente al chico al reconocer su nombre.

— ¿Cómo estás? Anoche ya no me llamaste – el contrario acortó suavemente la distancia mientras lo observaba fijo con una sonrisa coqueta.

— Estuve... ocupado – susurró mientras lo veía acercarse, pero parecía que estaba petrificado. Deseaba moverse pero no podía, sólo lo veía acercarse más y más.

— Es una lástima... – Iker sentía una serie de cosas al ver a aquel chico coquetearle exactamente como él solía hacerlo con las chicas – Realmente extrañe tu compañía – murmuró, empezando a acariciar sus rizos.

Y cuando menos lo espero. Lo besó.

Por un segundo se sintió asqueado al sentir a otro hombre besarlo, pero mientras más pasaban los segundos, se sentía tan natural...

Lo beso en un inicio lento, pero quería más, deseaba más, necesitaba más. Iker subió la intensidad de los besos, casi ocupando su lengua mientras aferraba al rubio contra sí mismo.

— Vaya, alguien parece emocionado. ¿Qué pasa? Estás distinto hoy.

— Nada – murmuró con una sonrisa tonta en su rostro – Supongo que es un día nuevo.

Charlaron un rato, se besaron un poco más e incluso le gustó la sensación cuando Adam lo tomó de la cintura para aferrarlo a él.

Terminó entrando al salón de Yuki, y finalmente presentó su proyecto. Era como si su conocimiento en ingeniería hubiera sido reemplazado por conocimientos en moda, sastrería, confección, sabía exactamente que tela había usado su amigo, el tipo de cierre, relieve, las caídas. Incluso había logrado una calificación perfecta en aquella exposición.

Por otro lado, Yuki se encontraba ansioso en su salón de clases, hasta que llegaron un par de amigos de Iker.

— ¿Qué onda, bro? – el típico estereotipo de deportista sin cerebro se le acercó, rodeado de al menos otros 3 tipos iguales. Yuki se quedó en silencio por un microsegundo antes de que un arranque extraño surgiera de él.

— ¡Bro! ¿Cómo estás?

Se levantó, chocó los puños con el chico e incluso sus pectorales entre sí. Jamás creyó hacer algo tan... Masculino.

E incluso lo hizo con los tres restantes, cómo si fuera algo natural en él. Habló con ellos, y una serie de conocimientos de deportes, conquistas de Iker, y más temas ajenas a él, salieron con naturalidad de su boca, además de una personalidad extremadamente masculino dónde la mayoría del vocabulario se basó en: "Bro".

— ¿Y hoy verás a Mónica? Su mente actuó de inmediato, al parecer a Iker se le había olvidado mencionar que tenía una cita hoy.

— Yep, bro – asintió – Iremos por un café en una hora.

Estaba nervioso dentro de sí mismo, ¿qué haría cuando estuviera con ella? ¿Sentiría atracción? ¿Le coquetearía? ¿Y sí terminaban enredados en...?

No, no. Trató de no pensar en ello. Su clase avanzo rápido. Siempre había sido malo para matemáticas, pero ahora parecía dominar el tema de arriba a abajo, igual temas complejos de física, lo sabía todo. Su asignatura terminó, y al parecer la cita que tenía pendiente, estaba a cinco minutos.

— ¡Suerte, bro! Mónica sin duda es un buen partido, tiene buenos "atributos" – los chicos se rieron entre sí para abandonar el salón y dejarlo solo.

Yuki se sentía agobiado, pero sabía que eso era algo importante para Iker, así que se vio forzado a ir. Terminó llegando al café y vio a la chica esperando por él: pelirroja, delgada, era bastante linda.

Aunque el chico no sintió... nada. Admiraba su belleza, sin duda, pero no se sentía atraído. Se sentó en la silla frente a ella y ambos empezaron a hablar.

Por horas.

Extrañamente, Yuki sentía una gran amistad con la chica, cómo si la química entre ellos fluyera con naturalidad.

— ¡Eres muy divertido, Iker! Pensé que serías un cabeza hueca como todos tus amigos.

— Bueno, así soy yo, supongo – sonrió ligeramente.

Su corazón latía rápido, ¿y sí ya intentaba besarlo? No estaba sintiendo ningún "impulso" heterosexual en el cuerpo de Iker. Eso le estaba preocupando, había sentido un modo automático con sus amigos, con sus materias y conocimientos... ¿Entonces por qué no pasaba ahora?

— Me alegra que seas así. Pero... Creo que nos hemos llevado muy bien y no quiero arruinar eso, ¿preferirías que quedáramos como amigos? – la chica sonrió suave.

Y eso fue todo un alivio para él. Yuki asintió.

— Me encantaría.

Charlaron todavía un rato hasta despedirse.

Yuki pensó en volver a casa pero se sintió ansioso, cómo si necesitará de algo para estar bien, entonces pensó en ir al gimnasio.

Conocía dónde asistía Iker a ejercitarse, de inmediato se puso en marcha.

Y otra vez en piloto automático empezó a hacer ejercicio, le encantaba la forma en la que sentía el bombeo de sus músculos, como se hinchaban y se volvían grandes al flexionarse.

¡Lo mucho que podía cargar! Incluso lo apestoso qué empezaba a volverse su cuerpo, cómo el sudor se impregnaba en su ropa para volverla húmeda y pegadiza. Se sentía extasiado, perdido en todas esas sensaciones.

Era poderoso, grande, enorme. ¡Sus pectorales eran tan gordos y gruesos! ¿Qué podía decir de sus brazos? ¡Qué eran fantásticos sin duda!

Sonrió egocéntrico, viéndose a través del reflejo. Casi no había nadie en el gimnasio, por lo qué sin temor, levantó su axila para comenzar a olerla, perdiéndose en sus sentidos.

— Pff... Qué apestoso... – murmuró. Sacó la lengua, comenzando a lamerse a sí mismo, disfrutando tanto el aroma cómo el sabor de su sudor.

Acarició sus pectorales, sabía que en parte todo ese actuar estaba mal, ese era el cuerpo de Iker, su mejor amigo.

Pero cielos... No era ciego. Sabía el excelente partido que era Iker aunque no fuera gay. Pero no lo diría en voz alta frente a él, mucho menos que había tenido más de un sueño que lo involucraba a él.

Y ahora lo tenía para él solo.

Continuó con aquella sesión de exploración hasta que se terminó por aburrir. Tomó sus cosas y se marchó con dirección al departamento.

En dónde Iker tenía un momento también "curioso". Su resto del día había sido relajado, tomar clases, hablar con los y las amigas de Yuki.

Descubrió lo interesante que ahora le resultaba la moda, la música pop y cosas que aunque no le desagradaban, tampoco le resultaban tan relevantes.

Incluso se tomó algunas fotos "tiernas" a lo largo del día, le estaba gustando la sensación de ser así de pequeño.

Incluso cómo otros hombres lo veían, además del claro hecho de que se había besado con Adam incluso saliendo de clases.

Sentía un impulso que parecía nato. Había visto a algunas chicas, incluso las amigas de Yuki, varias de ellas le parecían guapas y deseables en más de una forma cuando era él mismo, pero ahora.

No ponía ni la menor atención en las áreas que solía mirar cuando se trataba de una chica. Al contrario, ahora hacía eso con los chicos: Se fijaba en sus pectorales, sus grandes músculos, sus bíceps. Había visto a un chico bastante musculoso en short y playera sin mangas y casi se volvía loco ahí mismo.

Cuando llegó a casa, encontró el departamento completamente solo, aunque realmente no le importó, se metió a su nuevo cuarto de inmediato para revisar su armario.

Y empezó a probarse ropa.

Admiraba el estilo de Yuki, alguno que otro conjunto se le hacía lindo, pero jamás había pensado en usar algo así.

Pero ahora estaba usando cada uno de sus conjuntos, probando distintos tops, suéteres, pantalones ajustados, incluso se aventuro a probar la ropa íntima de Yuki, algunas eran realmente reveladoras...

Pero le gustaba la silueta qué adoptaba ahora su cuerpo, cómo se veían sus caderas o sus glúteos. Mientras más revisaba su armario y cajones, terminó por encontrar algo: Un juguete.

Se veía alargado, un tanto grueso.

Jamás había ocupado algo así, si otra clase de juguetes un poco más acorde a su sexualidad, ya que nunca pensó en meter algo "ahí".

Pero ahora sentía un impulso, tan fuerte como para ignorarlo, era cómo ese impulso de hacer ejercicio qué tenía siendo él.

Se recostó en la cama, con cuidado acomodó el juguete contra su entrada y con cuidado lo dejó ir. Soltó un suspiro y un jadeo confundido ante la sensación que daba; pensó que dolería. Pero parecía que Yuki ya tenía experiencia en ello cuando notó como logró entrar sin problemas.

Iker casi grita a todo pulmón cuando encontró por fin aquel punto sensible, casi pareció ver estrellas. De inmediato comenzó a golpear la zona como desquiciado, sacando y metiendo la herramienta, estaba moviéndose con ansiedad contra la cama, sudando y con el rostro sonrojado.

Era todo un caos, perdió completa noción a su alrededor, y por eso mismo ni siquiera se dio cuenta de que Yuki había llegado a casa.

Yuki estaba por saludar en voz alta cuando escuchó los ruidos provenientes de su habitación, ni siquiera se tomó el momento para escuchar más, sabía exactamente lo que estaba pasando.

Su corazón latía con emoción mientras daba un paso tras otro hacía la puerta abierta de su habitación, asomó la cabeza. Y entonces lo vio:

Su cuerpo moviéndose contra las sábanas, enredadas en sus pies y sin vestimenta en él, sus manos envueltas alrededor de su masculinidad, el juguete ensartado. Su blanca piel llena de gotas de sudor, el sólo aroma que impregnaba toda la sala... Fue cómo activar algo dentro de él.

— ¡Y-Yuki! – Iker abrió los ojos asustado al sentir las manos del contrario contra su cuerpo y sentirlo sobre él.

— Shhh...

— N-no es lo q-que parece, y-yo...

— Ahorrátelo.

Yuki murmuró grave, tomó las caderas de su antiguo cuerpo para sentir su piel, lo que hizo que Iker soltará un jadeo mudo.

— E-espera. ¿Q-Qué ha-haces?

El antiguo mexicano cerró los ojos al disfrutar la sensación de las manos enormes morenas qué se posaban en él.

— Te lo dije... No siento nada heterosexual en este cuerpo.

Y con eso, estampó sus ahora labios con los antiguos, disfrutando de la sensación desenfrenada de los besos y el toque entre ambos.

Se deshizo como pudo de todo lo que le estorbaba para que quedarán piel contra piel. Lo siguió besando, sintiendo cómo las manos nerviosas de Iker se abrían paso por sus pectorales, con los que jugó como tonto, presionando los relieves. Yuki tomó el juguete para sacarlo de golpe, lo que causó un aullido por Iker.

— ¿Q-qué piensas hacer?

— Shhh... Déjate llevar.

Musitó hasta ensartar su masculinidad en él de golpe, esto hizo que Iker pusiera los ojos en blanco con una sonrisa tonta, casi cómo si se le estuvieran derritiendo las neuronas. Era un escándalo, el sonido de carne pegando contra carne, los jadeos y gruñidos, el rechinar de la madera, las delgadas piernas del cuerpo original de Yuki envueltas en la gruesa cadera de Iker.

— ¡Ah!

— Dime Iker.

— ¿Q-qué?

— Dime Iker, Yuki.

El mexicano dudo un momento en responder, aunque su cerebro estaba jodido a ese punto.

— ¡Sí, Iker! ¡Sí!

Los dos estuvieron así por casi toda la noche, hasta despertar abrazados el uno con el otro.

Ya ni siquiera pensaban en cómo solucionar aquel "problema", ambos se sentían cómodos tal y cómo estaban, no había la más mínima necesidad de volver a ser quienes eran.

Iker se acomodo por completo a ser Yuki. Se volvió aun mejor diseñador, salía con sus amistades, disfrutaba de su nueva carrera y todas las oportunidades en ella.

Yuki igual se acoplo por completo a ser Iker. Le encantaba el ejercicio, los deportes, pasar tiempo con sus nuevos amigos, aunque fueran un poco "tontos" a lo que estaba acostumbrado.

Y aun mejor, disfrutaba de su nuevo novio. Ahora todo era como debía de ser, sólo entre ellos dos.

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Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra.

Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

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