Parasites

The biting chill of a New York February night clung to the narrow alleyway, a claustrophobic canyon carved between towering brick buildings. Sergio, all sculpted muscle and tanned Mexican white, leaned against a graffiti-scarred wall, exhaustion etched into the usually vibrant lines around his eyes.

His shift at "The Grind," a dimly lit bar catering to the city's nocturnal creatures, had just ended, and all he craved is sleep. He pinched the bridge of his nose, the scent of stale beer and cheap cologne clinging to his clothes. The thought of crashing to his bed seemed very inviting but he's just too exhausted, he needed a few more cigarette before heading to his apartment for a much-needed sleep. A follower of his already booked his 9 AM and he needs to be in his prime to deliver. The duality is tiring, a dominant macho alpha on Onlyfans with up to 35k subscriber during the day and your run-of-the-mill bartender at night battling through the odd workhour, but it paid the bills, and more importantly, fueled his ambition.

But, his reflective moment with the cigarette buds in the alleyway suddenly disrupted. A ripple of movement in the inky blackness at the alley’s dead end caught his eye. It's not an animal, not a rat or stray cat. This is different. A viscous darkness, like spilled ink given sentience, slithered from the shadows, coalescing and solidifying as it moved. It shimmered with an oily, metallic sheen, catching the weak light and refracting it into unsettling rainbow hues. Sergio freezes in his spot, his fatigue instantly replaced by a primal unease that tightened his gut. He's born and raised in the city, accustomed to its strange occurrences, but this… this is unnatural.

The black liquid pulsed, a slow, rhythmic beat like a dark heart. It flowed towards him, not aggressively, but with a relentless, silent purpose. Sergio tried to move, to back away, but his limbs felt sluggish, his feet rooted to the grimy concrete. He could only watch, paralyzed by a dread that seeped into his bones.

Closer now, the liquid climbed the wall beside him, defying gravity with its eerie viscosity. It reached out, a tendril of black, shimmering metal reaching for his bare arm, exposed by his rolled-up sleeves. He finally found his voice, a choked whisper, "What… what the fuck?"

As if in answer, the liquid surged, enveloping his arm in a cold embrace. It's not painful, not in a physical sense, but it feels like a violation. A chilling coldness spread through his veins, not like winter air, but like the void of space. The blackness seeped into his skin, not staining it, but becoming one with it, as if his pores were drinking in the darkness.

Panic flared, a wildfire in his chest. He tried to shake it off, but his arm was numb, heavy, no longer his own. The blackness crawled upwards, snaking across his chest, his shoulder, tendrils reaching towards his neck. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as the liquid reached his face.

It moved like a sentient, chilling yet… strangely sensual. It coated his cheek, his jaw, then his lips. He tried to scream, but his sound swallowed by the encroaching darkness as it seeped into his mouth, filling it with a metallic, faintly sweet, almost intoxicating taste --- it's like swallowing liquid night.

The world dissolved into a swirling vortex of black. His thoughts scattered, his consciousness fraying at the edges. He's aware of another presence within him, cold, alien, yet undeniably powerful. It's not malevolent, not exactly, but utterly indifferent to his being, using him as a vessel, a tool.

Then, there's a chilling clarity. He's still inside his own body but he's locked away within his own mind, watching as his body become a puppet. He watched his muscular hand, still his, yet moved by an unseen force, flex and clench. He felt the alien presence stirring within him, a dark energy coiling around his spine, resonating with his own potent sexuality, amplifying it, twisting it.

From within, he witnessed his reflection in the grimy window of a delivery van parked nearby. His eyes looked different – still his own warm brown, but now overlaid with a subtle, unsettling shimmer, like oil on water. His moustache, usually a carefully sculpted testament to his masculinity, seemed to bristle with a new, predatory energy. He is still Sergio, but… enhanced. Corrupted.

The alien’s purpose became clear, not through words, but through an insistent, internal drive. Spread. Expand. Replicate. And the method, the alien intuitively understood, lay in Sergio's inherent allure, his physical magnetism.

The alleyway faded into the background as Sergio, no longer in control, begin to walk. His gait remained the same, confident and masculine, yet there's a subtle shift, a predatory glide in his step. He's a weapon now, cloaked in human flesh.

His first target presented himself not far away from The Grind. Leaving the alleyway, Sergio found himself near a familiar haunt, "The Village Vanguard," a bar known for its wealthy clientele and discreet back rooms. The alien, using Sergio's smile with ease, calmed down the bouncer as the giant 270 lbs beast simply let the lowly bartender into the club as Sergio is a familiar faces around the neighborhood after all. With the disarming smile, the alien waltzed in to the leftover crowd that still enjoyed themselves to the throbbing jazz beats. The alien sensed that Julian enjoyed his night out with some friends, but well, the target is solely Julian. He's a trust fund baby with a gym-toned physique and a weakness for Latino men. Sergio senses Julian's familiar presence from the moment the alien enhanced his ability to be hyper-aware of his surrounding. And as one od Sergio's frequent patron at the bar, the alien managed to pick up Julian's presence and the alien wanted to ensure that this is the prey that shouldn't go away. Julian’s eyes, already slightly glazed with liquor, widened as Sergio approached.

"Sergio? Hey, man, didn't expect to see you here," Julian slurred, a grin spreading across his handsome face.

The alien pulsed within Sergio, a silent command. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that was both Sergio and something… else. "A bit restless after my shift," Sergio said, his voice deeper, laced with an unnerving confidence. "Fancy a drink somewhere more private?"

Julian, easily swayed by the potent charisma radiating from Sergio, readily agreed. They ended up in Julian’s suite at The Ritz, a lavish expanse of plush carpets and city views. Julian, loosened by alcohol and desire, already splayed himself right beside the king size bed, eager to explore Sergio’s sculpted body. Sergio let him, allowing the initial exploration, the building anticipation.

As Sergio stripped himself naked by the edge of the bed looking down on Julian, the alien stirred again. This isn't just lust; it's cold calculation. As both of them found each others naked body arousing, the air thick with Julian’s heavy breathing and Sergio's feigned arousal, the opportunity arose. Julian, cornered to the bedside by Sergio's imposing form, welcomed the towering Sergio that started to pound his 7 incher Latino cock to Julian's eager mouth. As each inches swallowed by Julian's expert throat, Sergio groaned, partly acting, partly a genuine echo of the pleasure he could still faintly feel.

Sergio pounded Julian's mouth slowly yet surely, but then he quickly picked up his speed as the squelching sound of Julian's eager mouth drives something inhuman within Sergio. Then, when Julian can sense the pre that started leaking and the way Sergio seemed to reach his climax, it happened. As Julian’s mouth swallowed the warm liquid he thought to be Sergio's sticky pre, the black liquid, unseen, began to seep from Sergio’s pores, concentrating at the base of his thick cock. It was a microscopic weeping, an invisible exudate. Julian, lost in the moment, wouldn't notice. He swallowed deeply, and with that swallow, the alien found its entry point.

The transfer is seamless, silent. Julian jerked slightly, a momentary tremor that he likely attributed to heightened sensation. But inside, the metallic black liquid began to spread, entering his bloodstream, his cells, rewriting his very being.

The sex continued, frantic and driven. Sergio, the puppet, moved with a primal intensity that both thrilled and subtly unnerved Julian. But the longer he pounded, Julian is slowly corrupted from inside and yet he couldn't say a thing as his mouth is stuffed full of cum and he has no chance to fight it whatsoever. When it's over, Julian's eyes turned pitch black before returned to normal. Only then, Sergio unleashes his cock from Julian's mouth and let the altered trust-fund brat lay back, flushed and satisfied, a languid smile on his face.

Sergio, or rather, the alien using Sergio, simply watched Julian. No warmth, no reciprocation. A minion is added to his roster

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Over the next few nights, the pattern repeated. At “The Grind,” Sergio moved with a newfound magnetism. He charmed regulars, men who previously barely registered his existence. There's Damien, the dapper advertising executive with a penchant for younger men; Mark, the rugged leather daddy who frequented the bar’s darker corners. Each encounter was carefully orchestrated, each seduction a calculated move in the alien’s silent invasion.

In the dimly lit back room of “The Grind,” with Mark, the air thick with sweat and the smell of leather cleaner, the transfer happened again. Mark, rough and demanding during sex, was too focused on his own pleasure to notice the subtle shift in Sergio, the almost imperceptible weeping of black liquid. He was too caught up in the thrill of the encounter to perceive the cold, alien touch that now permeated his very being.

Damien was an even easier catch. Sergio simply laced the exec's drink of choice with the black liquid he already stored in the jar that soon turned translucent upon contact with the cocktail and watched as Damien lost his humanity by the 5th glass he chugged.

But, the ultimate prize so far has been Charlie. 26 years young and restless, this is the guy that viewed the world simply as his playground.

He recently acquired full control of the media empire his father bestowed to him per the decision taken as his father realized that he's already affected way too negatively by his dementia. So, in a moment of rare clarity, he signed over his control and allowed his only offspring full rein over the 12 billion dollar media enterprises that his father built from scratch back during the Great Depression. Not just wealth, Charlie is an embodiment of physical perfection and Damien as one of the middle management under the same company as Charlie is invited to Charlie's celebration of ascendancy in his fancy penthouse in the Billionaire's Row. The party was a haze of expensive liquor, pulsating music, and bodies glistening under strobe lights. Charlie, drawn to Sergio's raw masculinity, pulled him into a secluded room, the city lights twinkling like fallen stars through the panoramic window.

Again, the seduction, the sex, the silent transfer of the black liquid repeated itself as Damien ensured that the transfer worked well with no one's known the wiser as he guarded the door and practically trapped his own boss inside the sound-proof movie room with Sergio. Charlie tried to resist the invading black sentient at first, but when it reached his brain, he felt… different, but couldn't articulate how. A sense of being connected, of being part of something larger, something… darker, and he loves to please his extraterrestrial Master and let his body used to achieve that higher purpose as he becomes the alien's favorite plaything aside from its own vessel

Sergio, the real Sergio, remained trapped within, a silent observer of his body’s actions. He watched in horror as the men he had seduced, men who had been vibrant individuals, gradually changed. Their personalities shifted, becoming subtly colder, more focused, their desires aligning with the alien’s own relentless drive to spread. They became… conduits. Not fully possessed like Sergio, not yet, but infected, carrying the alien’s seed within them.

NYC, oblivious, continued its frenetic pace. The nights remained heady, musky, lustful, but now laced with a chilling undercurrent. Sergio is still offering his body, his hole, his cock. But the price is no longer just monetary. It's a price paid in stolen humanity, in silent, invisible infection, as the black liquid alien spread its tendrils through the city’s elite, one seductive encounter at a time. The thrill is there, a dark, perverse thrill in the illicit encounters, but underneath it lurked the chilling reality of a creeping, silent invasion, orchestrated under the cloak of lust and desire, in the shadows of the glittering, unsuspecting city.

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.

"You are deserving of others love only when you love yourself enough, bro,"

Remember that shit you said? Well, not so easy to say that now you're no longer the sweaty, ripped Adonis anymore, don't you? Yeah, how's that love search so far since Christmas? Few replies, zero actions in bed? This must have been the longest time you have no sex whatsoever, and how's that feel, weak cunt? How is it to feel so unwanted, no matter how much love you have in you, no one reciprocates it?

Thanks for the opportunity tho. Being nice really is overrated, especially when you started to get just a bit hot, a bit above average-looking. Why bother playing it sweet and gentle while being a toxic hot douchebag really generated all the buzz? It feels like second nature now to wrap myself in your persona, a hot douchebag with no empathy to other's feeling, and really mess with all of the girls and fags that instantly beg to to wipe off my body clean with their tongue or just simply get my attention even for a short amount of time. Guess what I said in the past really ring true, I deserve all these love and admiration because fuck, I really love myself, and I know from your 3 incher pecker, you love to get a whiff too, so, please, be my guest, be my fucking muskpig

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...

Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part here!

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was a 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’ve always had a soft spot for gingers honestly, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for a while 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 dripped down his forehead as 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 small table beside his chair before getting comfortable to watch some TV.

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 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 was quite the treat honestly. As was feeling 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 the biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that his moans only increased as I still had a small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive cock.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last 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 made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. 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 its usual 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 and pulled my shorts back on before pretty much resuming 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. Though maybe that was my recent experience as Tim Tebow speaking.

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 and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, 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. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office 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 like my current host but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back. It was during a night out with a bunch of the people here in the office. 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. He even 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 it was his boss and he was way too drunk to be consenting for 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 has 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've never worked a proper 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 host's sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving the work on my computer 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, Jim’s calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Ahhh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I hummed 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. He was speechless. This was gonna be fun.

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“J-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 in 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. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside still having their lunch. He instead grunted as quietly as he could while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster and occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls 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 surprisingly he did exactly that. In came another employee named 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 it as he tried desperately 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 cute face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked the 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. My shoes were discarded as I slowly pulled down my 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 onto his lap 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 sitting 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. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

“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. Soon enough 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 back inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim slammed a hand over my mouth to muffle me 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 grasped 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 time.

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 one can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pants. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before putting my clothes back on 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. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. 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 by 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 slowly 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 and sitting on the couch with a sigh. And with that I began 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 that spluttered across the living room floor in front of him.

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 adorable?

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.

Sequel coming soon!

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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Beneath Their Feet

The football bus was filled with the kind of energy you’d expect after a big game they had won—sweaty, cocky footballers sprawled out, joking around, and teasing each other. Their musky scent was everywhere, a mix of sweat and testosterone. They were so lost in messing around that none of them noticed their driver slightly convulsing in his seat, his eyes rolling back as the bus stopped at a red light. For a few seconds, his body shook in his seat, stopping just in time for the green light.

His face was completely blank now as he drove the bus. But he didn’t take the usual route this time. Instead, he turned down into a secluded parking lot. This time, the players noticed and started asking questions.

The bus doors hissed open, and that’s when a short, nerdy guy with messy hair and thick glasses stepped onto the bus, clutching a jar filled with what looked like tiny, buzzing insects. The jocks went silent, their laughter replaced by confused stares as the guy stopped, eyeing them all like he was sizing them up.

The bugs in the jar seemed to grow agitated, their wings buzzing furiously inside the glass. He grinned, enjoying the moment as his eyes scanned the sea of muscle and sweat before him. “I think they will do nicely,” he whispered to the bugs, then turned to the driver. “Close the doors now,” he ordered.

The driver obeyed, and as soon as the doors shut, the guy popped the lid open, releasing the creatures.

The buzzing grew louder as the bugs swarmed the bus. The footballers didn’t stand a chance. They swatted at them at first, some even ran towards the closed doors, but the bugs were too fast. One by one, they forced their way into the players’ ears, their needle-like legs digging in, burrowing deep into their brains. The jocks’ eyes rolled back, their hot athletic bodies convulsing and twitching as the aliens took full control. The nerd watched with a large grin as their bodies stiffened, then relaxed, their faces falling into blank, obedient expressions. They sat back in their seats as if nothing had happened.

The nerd spotted two cute jocks sitting in the front seats with their socked feet resting on the empty seats in front of them.

“Like our feet, you perv? Come here and take a taste,” the two jocks said in perfect unison.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He took the seat in front of them and leaned in close. The smell hit him first—sweat, dirt, that raw scent only athletes seemed to have. He licked slowly, his tongue running against their socks, wet with the day's sweat. He savored every second, every musky scent, as the jocks watched, smiling down at him.

He pulled off their socks and then feasted on their soles. He grabbed one foot from each jock and buried his face between them, inhaling deeply and passionately.

He pulled his face away and ordered them to worship each other's feet—and they did, making his cock throb harder under his pants.

But it wasn’t just them. The back of the bus, where the loudest and cockiest jocks usually gathered to mess around, was now full of grinning faces.

“Come lick my soles!” a hot Daddy wearing a Rolex watch called out, lifting his foot toward him.

“No, worship mine! They taste better,” another chimed in, propping his leg up over a seat, his toes wiggling, teasing the stranger.

“Bullshit, I’ve got the dirtiest feet,” a third one added, holding his foot up like it was a trophy—a challenge he knew the guy wouldn’t resist.

The nerd’s head spun with excitement. He crawled between the seats, eyes wide with lust, running his tongue over each jock’s foot that was offered to him. He savored their musk, the sweat, the pure masculinity of it all. The football players, now completely under the aliens' control, practically begged for the gay man's attention, pushing their feet toward his face.

Some even took off their shirts and flexed their bodies in a desperate attempt to have their feet worshiped by the gay stranger. He moved from one to the next, his face buried in their soles, overwhelmed by the strong musk each one had. The smell of their socks and the sound of their laughter as they watched him worship them was too much for him. He pulled down his pants and started using one of the players' feet to jerk himself off.

Before long, at his command, the whole team was naked and fucking each other in a depraved orgy. The nerd licked the jocks' sweaty muscles as they fucked their teammates, he worshiped their jock feet hanging in the air as they were being fucked.

The bus was his playground now, filled with jocks who had been transformed into mindless drones, ready and willing to give him whatever he wanted.

He decided to fuck the hot Daddy while burying his face in his long musky soles.

The nerd just loved taking over an entire bus of jocks—it was his favorite personal sport.

Victim Of The Gym

The manager of the gym gave him the keys so he could get his workout done early in the morning. I also had a set of those keys. He’s my prisoner now. Soon, I’m going to inject him with the bodysuit serum. When I saw his hot young lean body, I knew I had to have him. I harvest so many of my victims from the gym. He is simply the latest addition to my collection.