When Jason, A Fellow Suiter Told Me About This Guy I Got Quite Excited, Raving About His Nice  Beard

Classic bait & switch, my signature magic move.

I transform myself into some underwear, lay down on a public bathroom floor, and wait for some faggy perv to come along and take the free briefs. Maybe it’s because he likes the mystery of who left them there, or the self-humiliation, or some other fetish, or maybe he just needs new undies. The reason doesn’t matter to me, I just need a new body as a disguise.

Once he puts me on, my magic powers take over. His mind, his consciousness, slips down from the seat of his brain, falls through his body, and he essentially farts it out of his own ass, absorbed into the fabric, where he becomes his own underwear. At the same time, my consciousness is able to go in and up, into his head, and just like that, I’m him. He’s dirty bathroom floor briefs on what’s formerly his own ass.

Man, what a handsome one I got this time. You wouldn’t expect this guy to be such a freak. And I guess you wouldn’t expect him to be me, either, which is why I needed to take him over. Now I can escape my pursuers in this new body.

Don’t worry, down there, underwear boy, I can always give you your body back. But… I just might keep it. For a while, maybe forever, I don’t know yet. Hang in there while I use your body as my new disguise for now.

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?

Switch Up: First Level

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Swith Up: First Level (English Version)

My name is Ethan, I'm going to finish high school in a few months and I feel like I didn't live that experience like I was supposed to. I always hung out with my two usual friends, didn't go to parties, didn't even have my first kiss, I hung out in the shadows, like a ghost.

With nothing in particular to be remembered, a zero to the left.

Very different from other guys at my school: popular, muscular, handsome, a hit at parties. I envied them.

I wanted to be one of them with all my might.

To go beyond being a shadow that blended in with the wall in the hallways, to be like one of those big jocks, popular guys, even those “badass” looking guys who seemed to be all the rage because of that.

— This sucks - I muttered in the library, accompanied by my friends: Logan and Miles.

Logan was a chubby guy, with a few pimples on his face and a comic geek, just at that moment he seemed engrossed in everything as he had his head hidden inside a new hero tome.

— Being in the library? - Miles asked. Thin, pale and with thick glasses that made his eyes look like binoculars, he was a genius, although he had a strange hissing sound every time he spoke.

— Yeah, what about the parties? It's high school, we should be doing other things than being confined to a library like rats.

— We're not popular for that sort of thing - Logan mused, barely peeking his head out of his reading.

— Plus no one notices us - Miles complemented, making what appeared to be doodles in his notebook.

— And doesn't that frustrate you? Don't you wish that we could have more? To have more experiences, more fun, guys at our feet.

Something I forgot to mention, all three of us are gay.

— And does it help to imagine that?… You're not going to change anything by yearning for more - Logan whispered in a pessimistic tone.

I sighed, I knew he was right. I just kept quiet, with a silence between the three of us until Miles stood up suddenly, a smile on his lips.

— Eureka! - he shouted with the notebook in hand, a loud ‘Shhh’ was heard from the librarian, to which he sat back down, but without erasing that smile.

— Do you feel good? - I asked. To which he interrupted me, speaking quickly because of his excitement.

— Better than ever, I've been feeling what you describe for three years now, it's been trial after trial, failed experiments trying to find a way to get it, but I finally got it.

— What the hell are you talking about?

— This! - he held out his notebook, showing me the contents on it. What I saw as scribbles before, now made sense: they were blueprints. There was a detailed outline of some kind of rectangular box, with formulas, calculations and other symbols that I couldn't quite understand.

— A… box?

— It is a remote control. Or so it seems - he detailed, pointing to the schematic - it is a bioelectric control, it is designed to launch a double signal that exchanges neural pulses between two individuals and-

— In English, Miles.

— It is a control that would allow consciousness to be switched between two bodies.

I thought about what he was saying. But it was impossible, wasn't it? What he was describing sounded perfectly like something from science fiction movies.

— But you'd still have to assemble it, design the parts, the wiring…

— No - he said, rummaging in his backpack to pull out a small remote control, it looked like something from a garage. With two buttons: one green and one yellow - I just had to complete some calculations.

On one side, it seemed to have a knob, around it were different numbers. Miles lifted the lid to move a couple of wires or join them together, then closed it and moved the knob, looking for a frequency, I guess.

— Still, I don't think it's something possible, I mean…. I believe in you, dude, no doubt you are a genius but I think this kind of thing is beyond….

— Your mental capabilities, Miles - and out of nowhere, the speaker seemed to be Logan. With the only detail, that it wasn't really Logan, it was me.

I found myself looking at cartoons, heroes saving the world and things my friend was reading earlier. I felt heavier, but there was something weird about it all too… I felt a different weight in my pants.

I spread my legs a little, feeling something thick fall against the chair - damn, Logan sure had something hidden between his chubby legs!

I looked up warily, finding my reflection checking my pecs. He looked at them curiously, running his hands over the flat surface as he smiled.

— Were you saying something, Ethan? - Miles said with a smirk on his lips. I looked at my new hands, completely surprised by the experience. They were very different from mine, a little more pigment on them, bigger and bulkier, with small, stubby fingers. It certainly wasn't the best body but there was something about me that sent a load of blood down there. And yes, “it” was big.

— Did you just use us as guinea pigs? - My old voice rang out, it was strange to “see” me there, clearly it was me, my same face, clothes, complexion, absolutely it was all me. But the stance, the body language, the way he spoke… it was definitely Logan.

— It was a risk he was willing to take for us, besides. I had already calculated the dangers, nothing would have happened.

— And why didn't you try it on yourself?

— And what my conscience would have ended up in the air who knows where? No thanks.

I felt a little annoyance towards Miles. But all that was… spectacular. If it had worked on us, then anything could. I could been any athlete! A class rep, one of those artsy kids or the welcoming committee, a teacher, some sexy parent. Whoever!

— And now?…

— First let me try something - Miles pointed at each of us again, first at Logan, pressing the yellow button, and finally at me, pressing the green button.

I didn't feel anything. It was just from one moment to the next watching me and the other, watching Logan. I touched my body again, feeling a little more relief at finding my correct measurements. There was one detail though, my manhood was undoubtedly stiff, almost rock hard.

I looked at Logan in confusion, to which he just shrugged his shoulders.

— It was exciting to lose almost all my weight in less than a second, sorry.

There was silence between us again. Not because of discomfort, but because of all that this implied.

— And now?

— Now you choose what to do, of course - Miles settled back in his seat, almost looking like some kind of CEO proposing a new business strategy - To continue in our bodies and the miserable life we lead, or find some body we like.

There was a bit of silence. And the first to break it was Logan.

— Let's do it.

— Great, I'm glad you're both joining me in this - a smile loaded with confidence emerged from Miles - I think we have the plan, but now the million dollar question remains. Who?

There were at least three hundred of guys in the entire high school, all grades, all clubs. Tall, muscular, thin, stocky, exchange, local, wealthy, middle class. It was like walking into a buffet.

— Do you have someone in mind for you…?

— Oh, yeah, sure. Blake Jones.

— Fuck, are you kidding?! The major captain of the sports team? - Logan was unduly surprised.

Although I partly understood. Blake was good at almost every sport, he'd been the captain of at least 4 different disciplines, king of the prom, made almost every girl nervous, teachers and moms included. He was like a god walking on earth, his plan felt like taking the body of Hercules.

— Who else? - Miles raised his eyebrow, as if the question was silly - I want him, I want that greatness.

There was something in his gaze that chilled my skin, though I understood the sentiment... Miles had been in the shadows of many things just because of his looks and the way he spoke, it was clear he wanted the perfect “vehicle” to go with his brain.

— So… I want Caleb Hawks - Logan said.

Miles let out a laugh.

— Don't make it up, it's a joke, right? - But Logan was silent - The brainless guy in school with the worst smell of all, is it for real?

Miles was right, Caleb was known for his idiocy, his bad smell and for being relatively “unpleasant”. There was something about him that could be striking, he admitted, though he didn't quite know what that something was.

— Can it or can't it? - Logan said seriously.

— Yes, yes. It's your decision, chill, man - Miles said. To which it seemed to calm down Logan, so he went back to hiding behind his comic book - And you, Ethan, who will be your prize?

My mind was working like crazy, going through all the grades, all the sports and art clubs, student associations, exchange programs, teachers? It was an endless menu of options. But then I thought of him: Ruben Hernandez.

Part of the art committee, good actor, influencer and with attributes to die for, despite not being part of any sports team, he certainly had a perfect body.

— Ruben.

— The Latino?

— Will you also give me a but?

— Not at all, I'm just surprised at your choices, folks. I thought you would pick captains and jocks, but I respect your choices.

Logan looked up, finally closing the comic book.

— So when do we start?

— Easy. Everyone hunts for what they want.

Then Miles extended the control to us, waiting for whoever would take it first.

To be continued.

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages.

This is the first part of “Switch Up”, a new series for the blog, I hope you like it, I know this first episode was a little short, but the next ones will certainly be longer to follow the whole adventure of Ethan and his friends.

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

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The weight slammed down, the reverberation echoing through the gym. Kieran blinked, disoriented. One moment he was struggling with a measly 45 pounds on the bench press, the next… this. He looked down at his hands. Not his hands. These are thick, calloused, powerful. Veins snaked across his forearms like rivers on a map. He flexed, and a bicep the size of a melon bulged.

Panic fluttered in his chest, quickly overshadowed by an unfamiliar surge of confidence. He sits back up, pushing the weight away with ease. He looked around. The familiar, slightly depressing gym of the campus ini had seemingly undergone a subtle transformation. It's brighter, cleaner, and the air hummed with a different kind of energy – an energy of raw physicality.

Next to him, Daniel also sit back up with a groan that quickly morphed into a roar. He's doing the same thing - staring at his body with a mix of awe and confusion. But there's not much confusion in his eyes, more like… recognition?

"Did what?" Kieran asked, his own voice deeper, rougher than he remembered. It feels foreign in his throat. He feels like he's speaking through a megaphone.

"Dude," Daniel said, his voice a booming baritone that made Kieran jump. "Look at this! We finally did it!"

Daniel - no, Danny - flexed again, his chest rippling. "We finally look the part, man! All that work on the app... it paid off!"

App? What app? Kieran’s mind raced, trying to grasp what's happening. The last thing he remembered was messing around with that reality-bending app he found in some obscure forum. Chronivac, it said. He’d downloaded it on a whim, a late-night joke. It promised to alter reality based on user input, but he had dismissed it as some elaborate hoax. He had even drunkenly typed in his and Daniel's details and what kind of sick transformation it would be if they looked and behaved like two all-American douchebags, but he never thought this would actually happen!

Then, unexpectedly, the memories slamming into him like a tidal wave. Not memories of late-night coding sessions and rejected science fair projects. These are memories of packed frat parties, football victories, and… well, a lot of moaning and groaning from late night sexual conquests. Memories of being Kyle, the legendary party animal and Danny, the star quarterback

"Kyle, my man!" Danny clapped him on the back, nearly sending him sprawling. “Leg day next, yeah? Gotta keep these tree trunks strong.” He winked, and Kieran suddenly understood what Danny meant when he said ‘paid off’. Every woman in the gym are now looking at them, and not with the pity or disdain they were used to. No, these are looks of genuine… interest.

"Right, leg day," Kieran – no, Kyle – mumbled, trying to process the sheer audacity of what had happened. They are... them, but not them. He's still Kieran, with Kieran’s memories lurking beneath the surface, but he's also Kyle – a confident, charismatic jock with a life that seemed both incredibly appealing and terrifyingly shallow.

He feels this twinge of guilt for the life he left behind, the robotics club, the meticulously planned future. But that feeling quickly drowned out by a primal urge, a need to… dominate. It's in his blood, a fundamental part of this new, improved Kyle.

He stands up, his legs feeling impossibly strong. He looked over to Danny, this imposingly giant of a man is his best friend and also someone he really looked up to in terms of his dedication to the craft

"Let's do this," Danny said, a grin spreading across his face. Kyle sees his own reflection in the mirrored wall – messy long hair that he intended to let grow a bit more so it can become like a glorious lion mane, a chiseled jaw, and eyes that held a spark of raw, untamed energy. He smelled different too, a musky aroma that demanded attention and physique to back that up.. This is not Kieran anymore. This is Kyle Charmers, a fitting name for the charm he exudes with ease

They moved to the squat rack, drawing even more attention. A group of girls, dressed in tight leggings and sports bras, giggled and whispered as they passed. Kyle caught one of their eyes and give her a wink. She blushed and looked away, but Kyle sees the smile playing on her lips.

"See, man?" Danny said, loading plates onto the bar with effortless ease. "Chicks loves it and our bodies crave for this shit,:

Kyle swallowed, trying to reconcile the nerdy, insecure Kieran with the confident, almost arrogant Kyle. He still can sense the hum of the old Kieran in the back of his mind, the passion for circuits and code, the fear of social interaction. But the feeling is fading, replaced by the immediate, visceral thrill of being desired.

He stepped under the bar, feeling the weight settle across his traps. It's heavy, far heavier than anything he’d ever attempted before. But he didn't hesitate. He squatted, the muscles in his legs screaming in protest, but he pushed through, driven by a force he didn't understand but couldn't deny.

He stands up, the weight feeling almost light. He did it again, and again, until his legs burned and his lungs ached. Around him, the gym seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the weight, the burn, and the knowledge that he was stronger, better, more… him than he had ever been before.

After hours of intense workout, they're finally done. As they left the gym and walked towards the frat house, Kyle noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench. It's Becca, the girl he had a crush on since freshman year. The girl who barely acknowledged his existence--- Kieran's existence. He stopped in front of her, casting a shadow over her.

Becca looked up, her eyes widening. A flush crept up her neck. "Kyle?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Becks," he said, his voice a low rumble. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a gesture that felt both natural and incredibly calculated. "Long time no see."

Becca stammered, "Wow, you… you look different, Kyle,"

Kyle smirked. "Yeah, we grow up after all. And....well, some things change." He leaned closer as he purposefully flexed his body a bit, the musky aroma of sweat and testosterone he exudes filling her nostrils. "So, what are you up to tonight?" He whispered seductively, almost like a predator lulling his prey with sense of safety

Becca bites her lip, her eyes flickering between his face and his chest. "Nothing much," she said, her voice breathless.

"Perfect," Kyle said, taking her hand. "How about we change that?"

As he leads her away, he glanced back at Danny, who gave him a thumbs-up and a knowing grin. Kyle grinned back. This is it. This is the life they had always dreamed of. The life they had created.

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A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

"He's perfect, look at the bulge in his shorts. I want you to wear him, Pres," Luke said to his boyfriend, Preston, referring to the muscular sleeping hunk in front of them.

"I was thinking the same, the guy is packing," Preston said with a smirk. He stood up and suddenly everyone inside the car stopped moving, leaving only Luke and Preston unaffected. Time didn't stop, as the car was still running, Preston had only frozen the people inside it.

He glanced back at his boyfriend, and Luke responded with a reassuring nod. Preston started to undress, when he was completely naked, he stood in front of the sleeping hunk and with his two hands, started to stretch open the hunk's mouth, opening it in an unnatural way as if the man was made of elastic.

Preston looked at his boyfriend, who was watching everything behind him with a huge smile. "I will try to make it sexy since I know you love watching this part," Preston stretched more of the hunk's mouth and slipped his right foot inside. The hunk continued looking peaceful even with a strange man with half his leg inserted into his body.

Luke was hard as he watched his boyfriend forcing his body inside the unsuspected hunk, he loved watching this part, it was the most erotic thing for him. After a few minutes, Preston finally slipped the hunk's handsome face over his and smirked at Luke, who had his pants down and his hard cock in his hand.

Luke watched as the muscular hunk stood up and walked over to him with a grin, kneeling between his legs. "Did you like watching your boyfriend wearing my muscles like a fucking shirt? You fucking freak," The hunk said, his voice was deep and powerful.

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

The hunk smirked, he grabbed Luke's throbbing cock and started sucking him, making Luke moan loudly. The only sounds he could hear were the car's engine running and the slurping noises coming from the hunk deep-throating him.

"B-babe... I'm gonna cum, let me cum on his face," Luke moaned, pushing the hunk off his cock, aiming it at his face and starting to cum, coating the hunk's handsome face with his thick powerful cum.

The hunk just smirked, he cooped some of the cum and sucked his fingers clean. "I like this one, I can't wait to test out his ass," The hunk said, standing up and giving his ass a hard slap, he then turned to look at Luke. "Now is your turn, who are you're gonna pick?"

Luke glanced at the passengers' faces and noticed a handsome young man, frozen in motion like everyone else around him, as he stared at his phone.

Luke walked to the handsome young man and lifted his unmoving head to give his face a proper look. "I will wear this one."

"Good choice, the kid does have a nice package,"

Luke didn't have the powers of a body stealer like his boyfriend had, Preston had the power to turn everyone around him into a wearable bodysuit for a short period, right now everyone inside the car was a bodysuit, but in the end, when Preston turned off his powers, those who weren't worn would go back to normal.

Luke stretched open the young man's mouth and started sliding inside. When he finished putting on his new body, he sat back and pulled down his white shorts to reveal his new big cock. He gave his new shaft a few strokes and soon was spotting a massive throbbing cock, he swung it proudly to his boyfriend.

"You better get on here and ride me, I will destroy your new tight straight hole with this lad's cock," Luke ordered, his voice now a lot more juvenile.

Preston walked to him, his bodysuit being bigger and taller than Luke's bodysuit. Preston pulled down his shorts and slowly sat on Luke's bodysuit's throbbing cock. Preston started to fuck himself with the strength that came with his bodysuit, his ass pressing against Luke's bodysuit's smaller thighs.

"Oooh fuck yeah, babe! Fuck this tight straight ass on this lad's cock! AAARRGHH FUUUCKKKK...." Preston's new massive cock started to shoot cum all over the car's floor, Luke also came right after him.

They both were panting, with Preston lying his back on Luke's body, they both shared a long and sloppy kiss while Luke's cock was still inside Preston. Suddenly, they heard the automated announcement come through the speakers.

"Attention passengers, we are now approaching Lunar Bay Station. This is the final stop on this line. Please make sure to take all personal belongings with you as you exit the train."

Luke and Preston sat back to where their bodysuits were originally sitting, and suddenly everyone in the car started moving again, completely unaware of the loss of time. When they arrived at the station, before walking out of the car, the muscular tattooed hunk winked at the handsome young man. The young man followed right after him with a visible hard-on in his tight white shorts.

The car's door closed behind them; four men had walked in, but only two walked out.

De Alfa a Omega

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗗𝗢 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜́𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗢: Esta historia contiene contenido explícito y temáticas de posesión, control mental e intercambio de cuerpos, con un enfoque sensual y erótico. Si este tipo de contenido no es de tu agrado o no tienes la edad suficiente, te recomendamos no continuar.

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

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

𝗗𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗳𝗮 𝗮 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮 (Spanish Version)

Este soy yo:

Aunque no siempre fui así... Antes este era mi cuerpo:

O al menos así era hasta que él me lo robó. Me encantaba lo bien que me veía haciendo ejercicio, como mis músculos se hinchaban y la camiseta de compresión se pegaba más y más conforme más sudaba. Era un alfa, podía ver cómo todos los demás hombres del gimnasio me veían, algunos con celos, otros con completa lujuria. Si me bajara los pantalones en medio del gimnasio, al menos uno se tiraría a adorarme en ese instante. Aquel día no era muy distinto a otros. Estaba en el gimnasio, disfrutando la forma en la que se hinchaban mis bíceps al flexionar con la pesa. Apenas podía reír por lo bajo, notando como algunos me miraban por el rabillo del ojo, otros menos evidentes se quedaban viendo mi bulto o mi pecho. Y qué decir de mi aroma. Amaba mi aroma, lo apestoso qué olía, como el hedor penetraba con un simple aroma.

Seguí bombeando mis músculos, hasta que lo noté: Estaba ocupando una máquina cercana. En un inicio no le presté mucha atención, hasta que noté su vestimenta. Se le veía pegado, nada a la imaginación, apenas tenía la piel ligeramente mojada. Pero había algo que me llamaba mucho más la atención: su trasero. Gordo y redondo, perfectamente atrapado en ese traje de cuerpo completo blanco y negro, hasta el más mínimo movimiento lo hacía rebotar. Costó tanto no tener una erección en aquel mismo momento. Pero supongo que termine por ceder en algún momento: recuerdo mi gruesa erección, pegándose contra la tela del spandex, haciéndome gruñir y gemir bajo mientras continuaba levantando aquellas pesas. Seguí imaginando cómo sería tener su culo entre mis manos, mi barbilla contra su enorme culo y lo apretado qué se sentiría, estaba tan perdido que ni siquiera me di cuenta que estaba frente a frente.

— ¿Aún ocuparas esas pesas? Comentó con un tono un tanto suave. De cerca se veía aún más tentador, con su piel pálida, sus suaves labios y esos ojos escondidos detrás de sus lentes; se veía tan tierno. Tan tierno como para romperlo.

— Un rato más, sí – gruñí, ensanchando más mis músculos para él, incluso levantando un poco la axila. Quién sabe, tal vez el aroma le haría tener en claro quien sería su dueño.

— ¿Puedes avisarme cuando las desocupes? – el chico sonrió – Y. Espero que no te moleste, ¿desde cuándo entrenas? Quisiera estar así de fuerte cómo tú.

— Casi 5 años – murmuré – aunque a veces es más cuestión de genética, no todos pueden tener este físico. Sonreí egocéntrico. A lo que él sólo pareció reír suave.

— Ya lo creo. Bueno, nos vemos después entonces.

Y sin más, me dio la espalda para avanzar, meneando su culo gordo en el proceso. Diablos, quisiera tanto tenerlo. La rutina siguió de costumbre, y él pareció desaparecer del gimnasio.

Después de terminar el último set, agarre mi toalla, olfateando discretamente mi hedor, avance hasta los baños, pasaría antes de ducharme y cambiarme. A esa hora casi no había nadie, por lo que aproveché para avanzar hasta el penúltimo cubículo. Me senté en el inodoro, notando un hoyo en la pared.

《 Carajo... ¿es un glory hole? 》– sólo pude pensar para mí mismo. Me acerqué, notando como había alguien del otro lado. Sonreí. Me levanté para de inmediato poner mi verga dura en aquel agujero, primero no sentí nada... hasta que la humedad de su lengua me dio la bienvenida.

Jadee, sonriente.

Quien sea que estuviera del otro lado de la pared, lo estaba haciendo excelente. Sentía como devoraba mi polla de 18cm, cómo se atragantaba, la acariciaba y volvía a tragarsela cómo si no hubiera mañana, escuchaba sus gemidos, pero no decía nada.

— ¿Quieres leche, perra? – murmuré. Sólo escuché un suave jadeo qué tomé como un sí. A lo que empecé a meter y sacar mi verga para follarle la garganta.

Empecé a sentir un cosquilleo en el abdomen, estaba tan desesperado por venirme en su boca. Sin embargo, una sensación eléctrica también se sentía en el aire. Gemí, comenzando a venirme en su boca, pero en lugar de sentir placer, sentí como si fuera desprendido de mi alma. En un intento desesperado, logré hacerme hacía atrás para separarme. 

Siendo completamente inútil, ya que terminó todo por perderse en un negro profundo. 

Al volver a abrir los ojos, sentí un líquido en mi boca, con sabor amargo que de inmediato escupí, acompañado de una sensación extraña que me invadió, desconocimiento; observé a mi alrededor, sin reconocer el sitio dónde ahora me hallaba, todo siendo muy oscuro y grande.

¿Me había encogido?... No. Observé hacía abajo, notando que estaba de rodillas, me levanté cómo pude, pero aun así, me sentí pequeño, vulnerable y débil. ¿Qué carajo había pasado? Del cubículo de al lado, escuché una risa extrañamente familiar, y después escuché como azotaba la puerta para salir corriendo. 

¿Qué estaba pasando? Salí mareado del cubículo. Se sentía como si estuviera crudo, a lo que lleve mi mano a mi cabeza.

— Ugh... – murmuré. 

Pero una voz suave fue lo que sonó en lugar de mi habitual tono grave, observé mis manos, notando unas manos qué no me pertenecían: mis manos solían ser grandes, fuertes y toscas, pero ahora me encontraba con unas manos suaves, delgadas y pequeñas. De inmediato me mire al espejo, notando a aquel chico de antes.

— ¿Pero... qué?...

Me acerqué más. Al espejo, notando las facciones suaves y delicadas de aquel chico, sus brazos, que aunque marcados no se sentían nada parecidos a los míos, su pecho delgado y su cabello rizado. Ni siquiera tenía una sola mota de vello, y su aroma era demasiado débil, olía más a su colonia qué parecía tener notas de cítricos. 

Sabía que tendría que estar perfectamente molesto, iracundo por lo que acababa de pasar. Pero algo en mí... se sentía distinto. Llevé mis manos a mis nuevos pectorales, jadeando ante el más mínimo toque. Era como si el cuerpo de este chico estuviera siempre excitado, hasta el más mínimo roce contra la ropa me hacía temblar. Quería explorarme ahí mismo. Sin embargo, una sensación muy extraña para mí de vergüenza se alojo en mi pecho.

Por lo que mejor revise los bolsillos del traje, encontrando una llave de un casillero, caminé tímidamente hacia la zona de los casilleros para después abrir la gaveta con la llave. Encontrando una mochila, cartera y demás cosas. Abrí la cartera, encontrando una identificación. Al parecer ahora mi nuevo nombre era Maximiliano Valles.

Me dirigí hacia la salida una vez encontré la dirección de mi nuevo hogar. Se sentía distinto estar en la calle, ya no me sentía fuerte ni varonil, me sentía pequeño y visto por todos, los hombres se fijaban en mi nuevo culo gordo, cómo se marcaba al caminar. Algo dentro de mí se sentía mal por cómo me miraban, pero otra, estaba completamente excitada.

Terminé por llegar a aquel apartamento, se veía bien arreglado, un poco contrastante a mi viejo departamento que estaba siempre en desorden con ropa sucia por todos lados; no aguante más y termine por quitarme el traje, quedando en únicamente lo que parecía ser una tanga verde qué remarcaba aún más mi culo.

Sabía que todo eso estaba mal. Que ese no era mi cuerpo, que yo no actuaba así... pero este cuerpo. Parece que siempre está caliente, como en celo. Comencé a frotarme contra el sofá, jadeando. Mis manos se dirigieron a mi nuevo trasero para acariciarlo.

— Mierda, sí...

Jamás había sido pasivo en mi antiguo cuerpo. No me gustaba la idea de ser sumiso ante otro hombre, me encantaba a mí ser el dominante, que me adoraran. Pero ahora... me sentía tan extraño.

Cómo si lo único que quisiera fuera algo en mi culo. Acaricié mi entrada a través de la tela, jadeando, perdido en el placer; parecía que las neuronas no me daban para más, como si este cuerpo estuviera siempre caliente, o en celo. Gemí, disfrutando las sensaciones de tan sólo frotarme. Quería más, necesitaba más.

De inmediato me coloque de pie para caminar a la habitación del chico. Estaba tan caliente... pero extrañamente ignoraba mi falo, si bien, estaba erecta y parecía medir unos 16cm, no me interesaba tocarla. Me interesaba tocar mi trasero, apretar mis gordas nalgas, o meter mis dedos en mi agujero. Mierda... ¿Qué me estaba pasando?

Me acerqué al armario de aquel chico, encontrando una infinidad de ropa reveladora o que tenía mera curiosidad de probarme en su cuerpo

Estaba tan perdido en la excitación que ni siquiera presté atención a cuando el teléfono vibró. Lo observé con detenimiento, notando el mensaje de un número desconocido.

Mi viejo número.

"Hey, puta. ¿O debo llamarte ahora Maximiliano? Creo que tenías razón en que este cuerpo no se lo gana cualquiera, se me ve bien, ¿no crees? Jaja.

Ese no era cuerpo, pero el Maximiliano original, o quien sabe quien, nos intercambio y escapó. Suerte lidiando ser una perra con las hormonas a flor de piel, no pensarás en otra cosa que no sea verga si no te cogen. 

Cómo sea. Gracias por el cuerpo, zorra."

Y añadió una foto cómo recordatorio:

Gemí al leer cómo me hablaba, me encantó que me tratara así. Escogí más ropa que le quedara bien a este nuevo cuerpo, que se me viera un culo enorme. No importaba que tan masculino era en mi anterior cuerpo, ahora sólo deseaba que me tratarán como la zorra qué era.

Una vez vestido, hice una cuenta de Grindr, me tomé fotos, ansioso por los miles de mensajes de hombres musculosos listos para usarme como su vertedero. Una vez que encontré uno que me gustó, muy similar a mi antiguo cuerpo, le envíe mensaje:

— Hola, papi;)

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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.

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

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