Wavell’s Vacation 2

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!

Parasites

Devon:

You know, I work my butt off to get into this school. Literally years of research and labs. (Granted, I enjoy it.)

But it really aggravates me to see my college roommate Tanner and his buddies get into the same school as me and have FULL rides just so they can go out partying every night or chase after girls. All because of some dumb sport!

I don’t know, call me bitter or just the nerdiest gay kid ever— I just care about my studies.

Oh and another thing that annoys me is that I find all of them attractive and repulsive at the same time! 

They’re all hot, muscular guys. But I can’t stand any of their personalities.. it’s like talking to a brick wall. 

Anyways, I’m in the lab today. And we just got in what I think is really cool. It’s this rock from a meteor. And it’s not just any kind of rock, it literally has living beings on it. 

No, not like aliens but the tiniest organisms. And I get to study them! 

I’m sitting in the lab and my professor had to step out to make a call. So I just continued to do research when I noticed the little guys were some how growing at a rapid pace. 

Like last week they were literally micro-organism and somehow they’ve grown big enough for me to see them. 

Now this is where I’d probably get into trouble… but… I may have grabbed a tube and harvest some to bring back with me. I’m just excited!

If I can figure out how they’re growing so fast, I could win international prizes and get into my dream grad school.

So I quickly placed them into the tube and slipped it into my pocket. Just enough time for my professor couldn’t see me. 

And by that time he was ready to pack up. 

Back in my room, I started thinking about all of the possibilities that could cause such a rapid growth when–

“Hey Marshall! Did you bang that girl from english class yet?” 

Ugh, they’re here… 

“Nah Dude! But I plan on doin it tonight!” 

“Hahaha! Sick Bro!” 

I glared over as Tanner’s ‘Bros’ marched in discussing their plans to get drunk for the 1,000 time in arrow. 

You have Marshall, Ben, Mason, and of course Tanner. 

“Yo Tanner, what’s your roomie got over there? Is he starting an ant farm?” 

They all start to laughing as one of them calls me a loser. I tried my best to ignore it but they keep going… 

You see Tanner never participates… at least to my face. I think it’s because we live together. 

Tanner tells them to knock it off. But as they continued they started to become more aggressive. 

That’s when Marshall comes over and yanks the tube out of my hand. 

“What the f is this?” he says staring at the tube

“It’s fragile, can you please give it back?” 

“Haha no way!” 

That’s when they start throwing it back and forth like it’s a game of monkey and the middle. And I unfortunately am the monkey. 

I kept trying to get from them but Mason drops it and the entire tube crack open! 

“Crap!!” I scream out. 

They all start laughing until something unexpected happens. The tiny creatures in the tube somehow grow slightly bigger… And it’s like their motor skills became fully enhanced. 

The guys start to freak out as the tiny creatures started to crawl on each of them… 

I watched wide eyed unsure what to do, it was all happening so fast. 

Each one of them had a creature crawling up until they get to some kind of crevice and goes in. 

I start to panic as each guy lands on the ground and starts convulsing. Was I in a sci-fi movie?!? 

That’s each one of them stops and pauses for a second. And they all four start to get up like everything is normal. 

All of the sudden Tanner turns to me, grins, and says, “We’ve been watching you Devon. Most humans wouldn’t be fascinated with us. But you’re different. And we’ve all decided you our are new Master.”

The other 3 nodded their heads in agreement.

Unsure what to do or what to say, I just kinda stood there. Until Tanner grabs me by the hand which startled me.

“I since some fear, you have no need to fear us. All of us here know your thoughts and we want to pleasure you.”

That’s when the other guys start lifting up their shirts shows me their stomachs.

I started thinking about how hot it would be to see Marshall’s package and he instantly tries taking off his pants!

“Holt crap! Can you guys read my mind?”

“Yes Master, you even give us commands with your thoughts.”

I think about Ben kissing Mason and all of the sudden Mason turns to Ben and starts making out with him.

“THIS IS CRAZY!”

I think for a minute, our dorm room here is a little too public for me to really explore these guys.

That’s when I remembered red that Mason has his own place without a roommate.

“Perfect.”

And without any hesitation Tanner says, “Great idea master, we can take Marshall’s car.”

On the car ride to Mason’s I finally get the nerve to ask the uhhh (aliens?) some questions.

I find out that none of them know where they’re originally from nor are they completely separate beings which I found fascinating.

It was like they’re all separate but yet connected to each other.

They told me how excited they are with their new bodies and how they decided making me happy was their new mission.

I asked why? Why me?

“I’m just some nerd?”

“Well you’re the only other living thing to be interested in us.”

I tried not to read that deep into it. Also doesn’t help that my horny to moral ratio was way off right now.

But they reassured me that they would protect me at all cost.

When we get to Mason’s each boy started to accommodate me.

Marshall with his strong hands started to rub my back while Marshall rubbed my feet.

Tanner prepared us an excellent meal which I was shocked since the only thing he’s ever been able to cook was romen.

And Ben put on a little strip tease flexing show for me which got me hard pretty quick.

The night was still young and all of us ate. I found it interesting just quick each one picked up on normal human habits.

That’s when Tanner explained to me that they have direct connection to their hosts thoughts.

Each one could tell me everything about their hosts life and each others.

I guess that’s what happens when your minds are all interconnected.

The new Tanner and Marshall stood in-front of me asking me what I wanted to next.

You have Tanner, a boy I’ve lived with for 6 months now and have secretly been lusting after…

And then you have Marshall, he was the biggest jerk of them all… but I’ve dreamt about getting the chance to touch his feet… chest… crotch…

Both boys immediately get on the ground and start showing off their strong arms and big feet.

I take Marshall foot which was fully exposed and lift it up my face.

I start rubbing it all over taking in the smell.

Tanner pulls off his socks knowing full well what I was going to do next.

Then Marshall and Mason start joining in.

They let me take turns with their feet. And I was in complete jock boy heaven at this point.

I get them to carry me to Mason’s room which only took Tanners strong arms.

He leans in and pecks me on the cheek. Which causes me to blush.

Once he sits me down on Mason’s huge bed, each one of them starts taking a position.

Ben was on head duty since he had the softest lips.

Marshall and Tanner were on both sides of me so I could fondle them at the same time.

While Mason was taking turns smelling and rubbing each of our feet from the bottom of the bed.

Feeling both Marshall and Tanner’s dicks was almost too much to bare. It was like sexiest sensory overload.

I stopped Ben before I got to close because I wanted to taste all of them.

Each one got on the bed in a line as I took my turn licking and sucking on them.

I tried out each guys nipples, smelled their armpits, and sucked all of them off tasting their loads

Then I got to Tanner.

I ran my hands through his thick brown hair. I put my hand under his chin and kissed him.

I grab on to his dick and tell him to put it in me

He gingerly works it in and I let m out a moan.

It felt sooo good. We both get so into it, he was so in tune with my rhythm.

I feel Marshall from the side and he starts to jerk me off.

And some how at the same time, Tanner and I came.

Marshall bends his head down and cleans my chest with his tongue.

And all of us just laid in bed in this massive cuddle. I couldn’t have been happier.

A Body Stealer Tale: A Walk At The Park

Me and my boyfriend were strolling through the desertic park at night while holding hands when a straight couple walked past us. Both of us immediately turned our heads, drawn to the sight of the hot man holding his girlfriend's hand. He was gorgeous—muscular, tall, and effortlessly charming in that way that made you stop and stare. My boyfriend stopped walking and gave me a knowing look. I grinned and nodded at him, giving him permission to do his thing. We didn’t have to say anything.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips before casually trailing behind the couple. I found a bench nearby and sat down, waiting for him to work his magic. The park was quiet and dark, kinda scary. But I tried not to think about that. After all, I didn’t have the kind of power my boyfriend had—the power to turn people into wearable bodysuits—to protect myself.

About fifteen minutes later I saw the hot muscular boyfriend striding confidently toward me. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of him. His shirt was unbuttoned now, exposing his massive muscular pecs. His nipples were big and pink, practically begging for attention, and his smug smirk told me he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

He sat besides me on the bench.

"Well, well," he drawled with his baritone voice. "I heard you're a hungry boy for Daddy's tits. Don’t worry, Daddy’s got the milkers. Go on, suck on my nipples."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned forward like I was starving, my lips latching onto one of his thick nipples with primal hunger. I flickered his nipple with my tongue and he groaned low in his throat, closing his fingers through my hair to press me closer.

"Yeah, that’s it," he rumbled as he held me on his muscular arms. "Worship these pecs like a good boy."

I switched to his other nipple, flicking my tongue against it before sucking hard, and his reaction was immediate. I ran my hands over his pecs and squeezed them hard.

"What did you do with his girlfriend?" I asked between licks.

He chuckled darkly, pulling me away from his chest to look me in the eyes. "Don’t worry about her," he said, his tone teasing. "Let’s just say she’s out of the picture. Now, focus on what’s important: enjoying our new bodysuit." He then pulled me for a passionate kiss.

I glanced up at him, my boyfriend now fully in control of the hot guy’s body. This never gets boring no matter how many times he does it.

He started flexing his pecs in front of me, making them bounce hypnotically. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. "This one is going to look amazing in our collection. His pecs are so huge that we could just fold him and use them as pillows. Do you want to cum on his pecs before we go home?"

I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I told him to kneel in front of me and he obeyed. I pulled down my pants and started to furiously jerk off right there in the open, aiming my cock at his chest. It didn't took long and I came on his massive pecs, coating them with my seed, some even landed on his handsome face. I pressed the tip of the head on his nipple and we both laughed.

We walked out of the park hand in hand. His shirt was still open, proudly displaying his cum covered pecs.

Golfing With The Boss

On a bright, sunny afternoon, Michael found himself at the local golf course with his boss, Mr. Hawke, for what was initially meant to be a professional outing. This outing took an unexpected turn as he noticed Mr. Hawke's behavior was unusually relaxed, almost playful, a stark contrast to his usual stern demeanor.

The game continued until Michael's ball landed in a tricky spot. As he approached to retrieve it, he was met with a sight that made his heart race—Mr. Hawke was sitting in the golf cart, barefoot, his feet stretched out in the sun. The shock of seeing his boss in such an intimate state was quickly replaced by a rush of excitement, as Michael had always had a particular fascination with feet.

Then, a chill ran down his spine as he realized the truth. The playful posture, the familiar glint in the eye—it wasn't Mr. Hawke; it was Jake, his late boyfriend indulging in their shared fantasy where Michael would always worship his feet.

"Jake?" Michael whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of surprise and longing.

"Hey, Mikey," came the reply in Mr. Hawke's voice but with Jake's characteristic warmth. But before Michael could process this reunion, Mr. Hawke's colleagues arrived, inadvertently exposing Jake's possession. Jake quickly shifted back to mimicking Mr. Hawke’s stern demeanor, covering up the situation with a laugh about wanting to feel the grass underfoot.

Once they were alone again, Jake, still in control of Mr. Hawke's body, decided to resume their old game, adopting a dominant tone. "Michael, you know the rules. If you want that promotion, you'll have to earn it. And from now on,you'll address me by my first name, Robert. On your knees, now."

Compelled by both his desire and the familiar roleplay, Michael knelt before Robert's feet, his hands trembling with anticipation. Jake, through Robert, continued, "Worship them, like you used to worship Jake’s, or consider yourself fired."

Michael began to caress, kiss, and lick Robert's feet, each touch a homage to their shared fantasy. He traced his tongue along the arches, sucked gently on the toes, and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that, in his mind, was Jake's.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows, Jake's voice softened but remained authoritative, "Good, Mikey. Now, let's see if you're worthy of that promotion, and remember, it's Robert from now on."

Leading Michael to a secluded part of the field, Jake, in Robert's body, became more assertive. He pushed Michael down onto the soft grass, his hands firm yet loving, reminiscent of Jake's touch during their roleplay sessions. Jake, still pretending to be the stern boss, began to undress Michael slowly, each piece of clothing removed with a deliberate, commanding motion, reinforcing the power dynamic they both enjoyed.

"Strip me, Michael," Jake ordered, and Michael complied, his hands trembling as he unbuttoned Robert's shirt, revealing the body that housed his lover's spirit. Once they were both naked, Jake positioned himself over Michael, his eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was all Jake.

With a firm grip, Jake guided himself into Michael, the sensation overwhelming as Michael felt the familiar yet foreign touch of Jake through Robert's body. Jake moved with a rhythm that was both commanding and tender, his feet occasionally brushing against Michael's skin, a teasing reminder of their game.

"Tell me you're mine, Mikey, and that you'll do anything to keep your job," Jake whispered, his breath hot against Michael's ear. Michael, lost in the moment, moaned his affirmation, "I'm yours, Robert, always. I'll do anything."

Their lovemaking was intense, with Jake taking control, his thrusts deep and deliberate, mixing dominance with the fulfillment of Michael's fetish. The field around them was silent, their connection the only sound, a symphony of gasps and whispers. Jake's hands roamed, but his feet were never far from Michael's reach, allowing him to occasionally kiss or touch them, heightening the experience.

As they reached their climax, Jake's spirit seemed to pulse with energy, his possession deepening as if he was claiming not just the moment but the body itself. "I want to stay, Mikey. I want to keep this body, so we can still be together," Jake murmured as they lay entwined on the grass, his voice a mix of plea and command.

Michael, overwhelmed by the encounter and the fulfillment of his deepest desires, nodded, his heart heavy with the implications but unable to deny the connection they had just shared. "Stay with me, Ja– Robert," he whispered, sealing their fate as the new Robert responded “Consider yourself promoted, and pack your things to live with me.”

Austin's Chronicles: Reaching the Sunspot

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

— Professor?...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Now, swallow it.

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

— Swallow it well.

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

— Mfffffhhhh!

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

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

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

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

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

— You'd better swallow it all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— B-but what?

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

— Am I… Am I Roberto?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Swallow it.

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

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

— You're doing good, kid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Thanks for the “ride,” Professor.

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

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Missing Story

Every bodysuit I collect has its own unique story. Every wrinkle and imperfection tells me about the life they lived. I normally pour over the details of their life so I can more accurately steal their identity. But sometimes the harvest gets in the way of that.

I met up with him through a hook up app. Our conversation was light on his life details and more focused on what he liked sexually. I tried to glean whatever information I could. I knew he was single and lived a half mile from me. When I got to his place, his apartment told me a little bit more. He was a jock and worked as an architect.

I could tell when I was blowing him he seemed disinterested. I may not ever get another opportunity to harvest him. I pushed his head back with his cock still in my mouth and injected him on his inner thigh. He tried to fight back, but I was too powerful, and his strength was rapidly leaving his body.

I’m sorry that I didn’t get to hear more of his story. I guess I’ll have to figure it out as I go along as him. I’ll be sure to make his story as alluring as possible.

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.

Anyone Under A Cowboy Hat

Anyone who looks good under a cowboy hat is harvestable as a rule of mine. When I found this sexy man at a western bar, I knew I found my next target. I loved everything about his face from his mustache to his blue eyes. I wanted to call them my own. He didn’t notice me walking up behind him as he approached his pick up truck. He felt like a pile of empty meat. Now he can be worn like a skin suit. I feel so satisfied in the skin. I think I’m gonna wear this cowboy quite often.

Sólo entre nosotros (Versión Español)

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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.

———

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?

———

The Spy Who Lost His Body Part 3:

Fray:

I don’t know what’s going on! Yesterday, I felt like I kept going in and out of a dream.

I can vividly remember being inside of a locked room. And the weirdest part was that I was obviously not me nor was I dad!

It was bizarre because I kept trying to wake up and I felt so dizzy the entire time. That at some point— I just closed my eyes and went to sleep.

But this morning, when I woke up I was in Dad’s bed.

And I looked down at my arms and body. I knew they didn’t belong to me. But when I got to the mirror in the bathroom I totally panicked!

I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath.

Then the craziest thing happened next!

I hear somebody coming into the room, i turn around, and ITS ME!

Or at least my body.

“AHHHH!!!!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME!”

Then the imposter started talking to me.

“Fray, relax I know this is really confusing and I can explain everything to you. Just take a breath…”

“NOOO WAY!! YOU TELL ME WHO YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!!”

“I will! But you need to calm down!”

I sat down with whoever was in my body and we just sat awkwardly for a minute before he started to speak.

“So my real name is Daniel, I’m an international spy.”

“What?”

“You heard me right.”

“Uhhh so why is there an international spy in my body? And why the hell am I my dad?!?”

“Listen, my specialty and our technology back at the lab allows me to temporarily swap bodies with someone. Normally, I swap with the person who were trying to collect info on. In this case, it’s one of your father’s business partners. Something must have gotten messed up and I somehow ended up in your body.”

Wait, maybe this guys telling the truth.

“So does that mean I was in yours yesterday?”

“Yes, I assume since your dad was well himself. We were supposed to swap back late last night but I’m guessing that our team thought I was in your dad’s body and likewise with mine. And swapped you into your dad… does that make sense?”

Oh my god, this is hurting my head…

“I think so just um… a lot to take in. So we’re you going to arrest my dad or get him hurt?”

“Oh no! It’s just purely collecting info. Neither of you were supposed to know about this.”

Hmm… I’m not sure if I can trust him yet. I do think he’s telling the truth for the most part.

“So I hope theirs no hard feelings, you seem like a good kid.”

“Thanks I guess… what do we do now?”

“Well it’s a bit of a waiting game until I hear back from our headquarters.”

“Wait, you can’t just call them?”

“Uh no, unfortunately we don’t have any direct form of contact given we’re in someone’s else’s body. It could risk safety.”

“Well crap! So that means I’m stuck as my dad?”

“Um for the time being… yes.”

“Well this is just great! I’ve got a secret agent in my body and I’m trapped in my dads!”

“Oh come on Fray! Your dads not a bad looking guy. And maybe you could have fun with it…”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well you can do things that you’ve always wanted to—anything come to mind?”

I thought for a moment.

For some reason, I couldn’t help but stare at my body. It’s so odd seeing someone else navigate it.

I’m normally a shy person and this guy seems so comfortable inside of me.

Like it’s belonged to him this entire time.

I looked down at my big feet, I always get embarrassed by them. I rarely walk around without shoes on.

This guy’s just walking around half dressed like it’s normal.

“Fray? Are you okay?”

“Yeah… well no… I don’t know… it’s just a lot.”

“Well I’m here and I promise everything will get sorted out. We just have to wait, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Do you know how to cook?”

“I’m actually an excellent chef!”

“Good because I’m kinda hungry haha.”

“Well I’ll make us something. Oh hold on I got a foot cramp.”

He lifts my big foot up in the air and starts rubbing it.

Ugh, I hate my feet. They’re just so unusually large for my frame. And it’s weirding me out seeing them from another perspective.

“Hey uh Daniel, can you stop rubbing them.”

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No you’re good, I just— I can’t stand my feet. They’re probably my biggest insecurity…”

“Wait really? They aren’t bad looking. I actually appreciate them in a weird way.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong you have large feet but they look good? I don’t know the right word to use here. But you should appreciate your body for what it is Fray.”

Hm, maybe he has a point.

“Well enough conservation on the feet topic, I’ll get started on breakfast. Do you like sausage and eggs?”

“Oh yeah! And pancakes.”

“Oh solid choice! I’ll get started.”

We both head to the kitchen and it seems like Daniel has really made himself at home.

He seemed to know where most things are located.

I looked down at my dad’s hairy arms. Its still registering to me that I’m in his body.

I wonder what dad’s doing in Daniel’s right now. I sure hope he’s okay.

“So Fray, I met your friend Thomas. He’s a really nice guy, he definitely likes you.”

Wait, what did he just say?

“You met Thomas?”

“Yeah we spent the day together. Sorry, I didn’t want to risk any chance of someone noticing that I’m not you.”

“How the hell could Thomas even figure that out?!?”

“I’m sorry Fray, it’s apart of my job. I’m supposed to keep cover every time I’m in someone else’s body.”

“So what do you mean by he likes me?”

Daniel got quiet for a second.

“Hello???? Earth calling special agent Daniel!”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of this. If anything I thought I was going to wake up back in my body this morning…”

“What did you do?”

“Well… he kissed me. Actually, he kisses you. And you may have kissed him back…”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!”

“You do like the boy, right?”

God, I really didn’t want to answer this question. I do like Thomas, he’s a good friend.

And I have felt this attraction to him.

“Yeah, I guess…”

“Okay, I figured since your body was so attracted to him— why not pursue it…”

“Yeah but—”

That’s when I see my phone light up and both of us look to see who it is.

It’s a text from Thomas.

“Hey! Heading your way”

This should be great! 🙄