Swap Syndrome 2: Armpit Addiction.

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.

Switch Up: Conclusiones

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar. Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

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

Switch Up: Conclusiones (Versión Español)

La vida había sido perfecta desde que Miles nos mostró el control y terminamos en estos cuerpos. 

Nos habíamos vuelto los reyes de la escuela, ya no era necesario escondernos de los brabucones, o pasar desapercibidos por los pasillos, no. Ahora a cada paso que dábamos, al menos una persona nos volteaba a ver cómo si su vida dependiera de ello. 

Era como tener poder en su expresión más pura. Atractivos, musculosos, ¿Quién no quisiera tener todo eso?

Algunas cosas habían cambiado, tal vez la gente lo notó o prefirió ignorarlo y tomarlo como normal. La forma en la que Blake ahora se vestía, los nuevos intereses en Caleb, los coqueteos más notables del nuevo Ruben.

O incluso la relación de Alan y Blake. Que ahora parecían no poder mantener sus manos alejadas del otro por demasiado tiempo. 

Todo estaba cómo debía de ser. Nosotros a la cabeza, ya no siendo sombras.

Hubo partes extrañas y difíciles de acostumbrarnos, claro. El control de Miles aun no tenía la capacidad de dotar al anfitrión con los recuerdos y memorias del cuerpo cascarón. 

Por lo qué acostumbrarse a una nueva casa, hobbies e incluso a un nuevo círculo social, era todo un reto. No imposible, pero si algo que costó al menos las primeras semanas. 

Aunque, las habilidades base de los cuerpos sí parecían permanecer, como una especie de piloto automático. Descubrí en poco tiempo que me gustaba bastante el teatro, no sabía si era por el "estilo base" de Ruben, pero había una extraña satisfacción en pararme en un escenario con cientos de personas frente a mi y tenerlas comiendo de la palma de mi mano.

Debo de admitir que me he vuelto un poco egocéntrico (y aunque no me guste decirlo frente a los nuevos Caleb y Blake, eso me preocupa). Sé que ya no soy Ethan, que eso quedó muy atrás ya, ¿pero y si mi personalidad original se pierde? 

Quería tomar el lugar de un chico popular, más no convertirme en cuerpo y alma en él. Mucho menos en una versión hiperproyectada de él. 

— ¿Nos llamaste? – pregunté, apenas saliendo de un ensayo de teatro. Por más tiempo que haya estado dentro de este cuerpo, aun no podía acostumbrarme a él. Seguía mirando mis fuertes bíceps por el rabillo del ojo, o haciendo rebotar mis pectorales por mero juego. 

— Sí, últimamente he estado pensando algo – Blake asintió para sí mismo, mirándome a mí y a Caleb en la otra esquina de la habitación. 

— ¿Y qué es? 

— Bueno, desde esto – sacó el control de su bolsillo – me he dado cuenta que ya no solemos estar juntos, antes íbamos a todos sitios, ahora tú estás con el teatro, tú con tus amigos bromistas o con esas cosas de cosplay. 

— ¿Y tú? – Caleb habló – Sólo te la pasas con tu nuevo novio, tus entrenamientos o con tus experimentos. 

Hubo un silencio, Blake negó. 

— Ese no es el asunto. Me refiero a que los tres nos hemos descuidado entre nosotros, antes éramos unidos, ahora parece que no tenemos tiempo ni para responder mensajes. 

Entendía lo que decía Miles pero de cierta forma, también le daba la razón a Logan.

— Tampoco has hecho tiempo para nosotros – murmuré bajando la vista. 

El silencio se instaló un buen rato entre nosotros, hasta que Caleb se atrevió a romperlo.

— Los quiero, chicos. Pero tal vez es parte también de... esto – señaló su cuerpo para después hacerlo con nosotros. 

— ¿Dejar de ser amigos? – pregunté con tono bajo.

— Tal... Tal vez.

Él también bajó la mirada. 

— No puedo creer que en verdad estén diciendo eso – Blake nos miró con cierto recelo – ¿Dejar de ser amigos sólo porque... cambiamos de cuerpo?

— Ya no somos las mismas personas.

— ¡Lo somos por dentro, Logan!

— ... Ya no me llamó Logan.

— ¡Pero sabes que lo eras, mierda!

La respiración de Miles se volvió irregular y agitada un instante, se quedó pensativo.

— ¿Y qué propones? – Lo miré.

No dijo ni hizo nada un rato, era extremadamente incómodo hasta que empezó a avanzar hacía Caleb, serio, se puso frente a frente, pensé que estaban a punto de golpearse hasta que Blake se acercó a besarlo.

Caleb trató de empujarlo pero terminó cediendo, fue una serie intensa de besos, el más apestoso tomó cierta autoridad mientras apretaba los cabellos de la nuca del otro, apegándolo a él. 

Hubo mucha lengua y saliva de por medio, eran ruidosos en extraño, poco a poco el ambiente empezó a calentarse más, Caleb tomó de la cintura a Blake para arrinconarlo contra la pared, su espalda chocó de golpe, lo que lo hizo soltar un jadeo pero aun así continuaron besándose. 

Siguió por un rato hasta que pareció que recordaron que estaba yo ahí también.

— ¿Te vas a quedar sólo ahí? – Miles preguntó, mirándome con una mezcla entre lujuria e impaciencia. Al no ver respuesta, levantó la mirada hacía Logan y le hizo un ademán.

El otro se separó y avanzó hacia mí. No pasó ni un segundo que ya tenía su lengua dentro de mí, sus manos rondando y aferrándose contra mi piel.

— Ah... N-no entiendo p-porque esto nos hará v-volver a s-ser unidos

Tartamudee cómo pude mientras Logan parecía haberse convertido en una bestia sedienta de deseo besando mi cuello. No sabía si era él o rastros de su nuevo cuerpo, pero cielos... Sí que era territorial, agresivo y primitivo.

— Queríamos hacer esto juntos. ¿No? – Miles dijo, acariciando su pecho y sus abdominales descuidadamente – Deseábamos ser deportistas para ser ardientes, populares, todo juntos. ¿Pero cuándo nos dimos tiempo de probar lo que teníamos ahora?

No podía pensar en nada. Por una parte me parecía descabellado y completamente ridículo lo que decía Miles. ¿Qué tenía esto que ver con que ahora nos estuviéramos besando? 

Quise pensarlo cómo una especie de estrategia de terapia de parejas pero, éramos amigos. ¿Qué era esto? 

Antes de que pudiera decir más, Miles se acercó por detrás y empezó a acariciar el cuerpo de Logan, lo que lo hizo soltar leves gruñidos. 

— ¿Y ese es todo tu... todo tu plan?... – murmuré pesado, enfocándome en que Miles tenía el control en las manos – ¿Es necesario que siempre traigas... eso contigo?

Él sonrió. 

— No, pero me siento más cómodo así... No conozco del todo a mi nueva familia, imagina dejar el control por ahí y que todos empiecen a cambiar de cuerpo a diestra y siniestra – explicó con aquella aura de nerd que aun se filtraba de vez en cuando, no podía explicar porque, pero eso me hizo sonreír – Además de que ahora podemos hacer esto.

Presionó y apunto, y de repente, ya no lo estaba mirando, estaba observando a la pared, con mis labios contra el cuello, acomodado entre las piernas de alguien... Ahora estaba en el cuerpo de Caleb.

— Uh... ¿Por qué hiciste eso? – preguntó mi antigua voz. 

— Dicen que la mejor forma de entender a otra persona es ponerse en sus zapatos, ¿no? Pues sorpresa, nosotros podemos hacerlo. 

Antes de siquiera responder, de nuevo me encontré en un cuerpo ajeno, el control en mis manos. Caleb se separó, mirando sus enormes manos.

— ¿Por qué él? Es un gorila sin cerebro – murmuró acariciándose y olfateándose, a lo que hizo un gesto extraño – Mierda, ¿qué es ese aroma? 

Y fue cómo si perdiera la cabeza, de repente se pegó a su axila con necesidad, inhalando fuerte y frotando su axila para llenar su nariz de sudor una y otra vez.

— Por que quería vengarme de él – Era extraño ver a Ruben hablar sin que yo estuviera a cargo – Además... Es sexy, un himbo sin cerebro, es más fácil socializar con algunas personas, no me tengo que preocupar por ser... interesante. Puedo decir cualquier estupidez y la gente se reirá, aunque... El aroma es un problema.

Hizo una mueca, pero Miles seguía perdido en aquella experiencia nueva.

— ¿Aroma?... ¿De qué rayos hablas?... Si huele delicioso...

— Eso es porque Caleb tiene hiperosmia, por eso él siempre quería oler así de fuerte. Le gustaba su propio hedor

El nuevo Caleb seguía olfateándose. Hasta que de golpe volvió a pegarse contra el cuello de Ruben, oliéndolo y besándolo. 

— Mierda, si que hueles bien.

Ruben jadeo pero sus piernas se aferraron contra la cintura de Caleb, empezándose a frotar contra él. 

Era un caos entre besos, Caleb oliendo la piel de Ruben, el latino jadeando y pegándose a la axila del chico. No pude contenerme y apreté el control, terminando con Caleb sobre mí.

— ¡No es justo! – el cuerpo de Blake reclamó. 

— L-lo siento a-amigo.

Tartamudee con una sonrisa. 

Blake se acercó y se pegó contra Caleb, empezando a acariciar su cuerpo, frotándose y besarlo.

En menos de lo que pensábamos, no quedaba ropa alguna, jadeábamos al unísono, besos torpes y manos ansiosas por todos lados. Logan en el cuerpo de Blake, yo en el de Ruben, Miles en el de Caleb. Aunque el orden no importaba mucho ya que cada cierto tiempo. Alguien tomaba el control para terminar en otro cuerpo.

— ¡Woah! ¿Por qué te decidiste por un latino? – Miles preguntó acariciando su pecho y su rostro.

— Porque es ardiente, me gustó desde el primer momento que lo vi – susurré repartiendo besos en sus muslos – Es interesante, guapo, y tiene algo único sobre los otros.

— Mucha mierda romántica – dijo Logan acariciando el pecho de Ruben desde atrás – ¿Tú por qué escogiste a Blake?

Miles soltó una risa.

— ¿Es necesario explicarlo?

— Nah... – ambos se besaron con locura.

— ¿Tu novio no se enojará por esto? – pregunté.

— Sólo estoy re uniendo lazos con mis mejores amigos. ¿Cuál es el problema? 

Al poco tiempo después, el cuerpo de Ruben estaba en medio de mí en el de Caleb, Logan al frente con el de Blake. Estaba metiendo la vara de mi nuevo cuerpo directo en el nuevo de Miles. Lo que lo hizo jadear.

— ¡Ah, es grande! – se quejó.

— Otra cosa por la que lo escogí – respondió sonriendo Logan antes de que se besaran. 

Estaba perdido en la sensación que no me di cuenta cuando Miles tomó el control para cambiarnos entre sí, de nuevo en nuestros cuerpos originales. 

— ¡Mierda, avisa que harás eso, mfh! – no pude evitar jadear, mis ojos rodaron a blanco por un rato. Sentí cómo Caleb llenaba todo de mí, Blake se acomodo con una sonrisa al frente para tomar mi rostro entre sus manos, acariciando mis mejillas.

— ¿Recuerdas lo que hiciste conmigo cuando estaba dentro de Alan?

Trague saliva nervioso.

— A-amigo, no s-sé de que hablas

— Nah, no seas cobarde, Ethan – tomó uno de mis pectorales para estrujarlo lo que me hizo soltar un ligero grito – Dilo.

— ¡Ah, mierda! ¡Te use!

— Genial. ¿Y no crees que debes pagar por ello? – un destello se formó en sus ojos. Hizo una señal a Logan, lo que hizo que aumentará las embestidas, mis ojos volvieron a ponerse blancos del mero placer, jadee como loco. Un poco de saliva escapó de mis labios mientras sentía que Logan estampaba sus caderas con más fuerza, Miles me tomó de la barbilla con determinación. 

— ¿Te encanta cómo se siente él dentro de ti, no?

— Me encanta tenerlo dentro de mí... – murmuré jadeante. 

Tomó mi cuello con algo de fuerza, apretándolo.

— ¿Y se siente bien?

— Se siente tan bien – dije entre quejidos de placer. 

Miles volvió a sonreír con egocentrismo, tomando mi mano para dejarla en su masculinidad, con su otra mano, me atrajo para besarme con necesidad y deseo.

Todo se volvió un caos pegajoso, sudoroso y un tanto apestoso después de eso, no quiero imaginar que lío encontró el conserje que tuvo que limpiar eso. 

O la clase que entró después de eso. 

Extrañamente, Miles había tenido razón. Fue como sentir de nuevo una conexión real entre los tres, como siempre había sido. 

Era lindo tener de nuevo a mis mejores amigos, sabía que sería extraño – de nuevo – para otras personas ver convivir a Caleb, Ruben y Blake cómo viejos amigos, teniendo en cuenta que antes del cambio, ninguno se hablaba entre sí. 

Pero lo importante era tener a mis amigos de nuevo junto a mí.

— ¿El viernes quieren hacer algo? – teclee en el chat grupal. 

— ¡Sí! Se estrenará una nueva película de héroes. ¿Podemos ir a verla? – Logan respondió.

— ¿No te cansas de ser tan ñoño? – Respondí a modo de broma.

Logan sólo envío una foto. 

— Un ñoño que te dejó con las piernas temblando.

Sonreí, aunque extrañamente... Miles había estado callado desde hace un rato.

— ¡MIERDA! – escribió en el chat.

— ¿Qué te pasa. Está todo bien? 

— ¡CARAJO, NO! ¡NO ENCUENTRO EL CONTROL!

— ¡¿Qué?!

— ¡Debimos de dejarlo en el salón! ¡Ese fue el último lugar dónde lo usamos! 

— ¿¡Amigo, que mierda!?

— ¡No lo sé. Lo olvide por completo! 

— ¿Y no puedes hacer otro?

— ¡Claro que sí, ese era sólo el modelo beta! ¡Pero ahora está perdido, quién sabe dónde!

Tratamos de encontrar el control después de eso, incluso fuimos en plena noche a la escuela. Pero nada, ni rastro del control.

Miles halló una forma de poner un "seguro" a nuestros nuevos cuerpos para repeler la interferencia del control original. Así que de nuevo, todo salía bien para nosotros, pero... ¿Y el control?

———

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.

Esta fue la quinta y última parte de "Switch Up", espero que les haya gustado, a mí me encantó escribirla, es mi proyecto más grande dentro de está comunidad y género, por el momento, la historia de Ethan, Miles y Logan ha llegado a su final, pero. Tener el control remoto me ha abierto una puerta a otras historias, así que he decidido hacer un spin off llamado: The Switch Club. Breves historias independientes o interconectadas entre sí para extender la fantasía de cambio de cuerpo en la preparatoria, espero que les guste lo que tengo planeado para ustedes

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

———

Third Roomate

I arrive after a long day of classes and this is the first thing I see when I walk into the apartment.

I’m not too surprised. It’s quite normal to see my roommate sitting on the couch and watching one of his shows. What I did not expect is how he looked.

“Hey, Matt…”

The guy glances over but says nothing, instead turning his attention back to the tv. Instead of his normal sci-fi shit he instead is watching a baseball match.

“Matt, yo I’m talking to you.” I try to block the screen with my body but he simply leans over, pointing the remote to the screen.

“In a sec man, I’m trying to watch the game.” I roll my eyes. I doubt he actually knows what’s going on about, just trying to play into his new look. “And stop calling me Matt, you know my name.”

I roll my eyes, “God you are obsessed. You know, when I agreed to buy ‘Gabriel’ with you I thought I’d at least get a turn every so often…”

“Oh come on.” The muscles blonde stood up, towering nearly a foot above me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d feel a bit intimidated. “I’m just having some fun with our new toy before you take him for the rest of the night!”

“Is this fun? Your sitting all alone pretending to be some dumb jock interested in sports. Tell me Gabe, did ‘Matt’ even go to class today?”

He shifted slightly trying to hide away, but with his big frame it was difficult to. “Not exactly… But don’t worry, l attended for him.”

“Dude! Are you serious?” Turning away from the guy, I barged into my roommate’s room, where I found him exactly where I thought I would. He stood in the center wearing a full-body haptic suit and VR headset strapped onto his head. He faced the wall, seemingly staring at nothing. The equipment was rigged to his PC, with the screen showing all sorts of familiar diagnostics and body mapping windows.

“You’ve seriously been using Gabriel all day? Even when you know I called using him tonight! Now his batteries are gonna be dead before I can even use him.” You grab him by the shoulder trying to shake him back to reality.

Matt didn’t turn to me but responded to my accusation “Relax bro. He’s been on the charger since he got home so you don’t have to worry! Look!” From behind me Gabriel walked up, standing attentively.

Both Matt and Gabriel spoke in at the same time in unison. “See? Look I’m Gabriel and I’m ready to go out with my frat bros all night!” Matt performed a mocking jig and Gabriel mimicked the exact movement. He then touched his finger to the temple of his virtual reality goggles and in an instant Gabriel halted all movement.

You see, Gabriel isn’t a real person, he never was actually. He’s what’s known as a techno-puppet. Like how in a video game you can use a controller to manipulate your avatar. It works the same way but instead you control this hyper realistic doll. It wasn’t hard to see why Matt took such a liking to living as him. We spent the last month building this entire life, even forging papers to make him an ‘official’ student in our college. We have people thinking he’s our third roomate, but in reality he’s just a toy for us to experience an exciting college life.

I waited for a moment as he took off the VR equipment and handed it to me. Hiding away into my own room, I excitedly put on the gear. Sitting myself down comfortably on my bed, felt around the headset until I found the power button. Pressing it, the technology in the haptic and goggles whittled to life. After a brief loading time, my vision awoke and I found myself once again standing in Matt’s room. My roomate grinned trying to hide his envy as I was now in control of Gabriel. Maybe ill give him a taste of his own medicine for hogging the beautiful body by taking him for the entire weekend. I know Matt is harboring a secret crush on our puppet so teasing him around the apartment can be a warmup to get into my new persona

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.”

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! 🙄

Outfit of the day - when you know, you know...

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So I know this is wrong but I have a little secret that I’ll never share with my roommate. Which is that on some nights when he goes to bed…

I’ll float out of my body and straight into his. The first few times I did it, I thought it was fun just laying in his bed— rubbing his cock, sniffing/licking his feet, I even experimented with his hole a few times.

But what I recently discovered is how much I enjoy playing around with my body while I’m inside of his… I don’t know it’s so hot to me. Putting his mouth on my toes,licking each foot.

I’ll eventually suck my cock… but I’m going to enjoy my feet first!

Filo Shenanigans

AI GENERATED STORY PROMPT OUTLINE: FILO HUNKS GETS POSSESSED BY AUSSIE GHOST

Miguel was a hot Filipino hunk, his body sculpted to perfection, every muscle defined under his caramel skin. His days were filled with admiration from men and women alike, but tonight, his life was about to change forever.

As Miguel lay in bed, a strange chill filled the room. His body convulsed, his eyes rolling back into his head as an Australian ghost, driven by insatiable lust, took possession of his body. Miguel's soul went dormant, and when he opened his eyes, they gleamed with a new, wicked light.

"Well, fuck me dead, this is a bloody nice rig!" the ghost said, testing out his new, Australian-accented voice. He stood in front of the mirror, flexing his biceps, tracing his hands over Miguel's abs. "Look at this hot piece of meat. Damn, I'm a stunner!"

He grinned, running his hands down to the bulge in his shorts. "Gotta see what kind of cock I've got here," he muttered, pulling down his shorts and revealing a massive erection. "Bloody hell, look at the size of this thing. This giant filo cock is fuckin' beautiful."

The ghost, now fully in control, began to stroke his new member, slowly at first, relishing the sensation. "Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, his voice echoing in the room. "This is what I needed. Feels so fuckin' good."

His strokes quickened, his grip tightening around the shaft. "Fuck, I'm so hot. Look at this body, this cock. Gonna blow a massive load," he panted, his eyes fixed on his reflection, his new accent thick with lust.

With a guttural moan, the ghost brought himself to the edge, his hips thrusting into his hand. "Here it comes, mate. Fuckin' cumming!" he shouted, his body tensing as he shot streams of cum all over the mirror, his reflection grinning back at him.

Breathing heavily, the ghost admired his handiwork. "Bloody fantastic," he said, wiping the cum from the mirror with a satisfied smirk. "This body is mine now, and I'm gonna enjoy every fuckin' second of it."

Miguel, still under the control of the horny Australian ghost, walked back to the mirror. His new body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, highlighting every muscle and vein. He flexed his biceps, turning to admire his broad shoulders and powerful back.

"Guess I can speak Tagalog now," he said, his voice still carrying the Australian twang but now seamlessly shifting into fluent Tagalog. "Tingnan mo ang katawan na ito, sobrang init." (Look at this body, so hot.)

He continued to admire himself, running his hands over his chest and abs. "Ang ganda ng muscles ko, sobrang tigas." (My muscles are beautiful, so hard.) His hands moved lower, teasing the edge of his shorts. "Ang laki ng titi ko, gustong-gusto kong magbate." (My cock is huge, I really want to jerk off.)

Just as he began to stroke his cock again, Miguel's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID – it was his friend, Marco. With a wicked grin, he answered, not stopping his movements.

"Hey, Marco," he said, trying to mimic Miguel's usual tone. "Ano'ng ginagawa mo?" (What are you doing?)

"Miguel, bro, okay ka lang ba? Parang iba yung boses mo." (Miguel, bro, are you okay? Your voice sounds different.)

"Never felt better, mate," Miguel replied, suppressing a groan as he continued to stroke himself. "Just enjoying the... finer things in life."

"Sigurado ka? Para kang pagod." (Are you sure? You sound tired.)

"Pagod? Hindi, sobra akong energized." (Tired? No, I'm very energized.) He emphasized the word with a particularly firm stroke, his cock pulsing in his hand. "Actually, I feel like I could go all night."

Marco hesitated. "Baka may kailangan ka, bro? Mukhang kailangan mo ng tulong."

"Help? Oh, I'm getting all the help I need," Miguel replied, his voice thick with lust. "Everything's coming together perfectly."

"Parang kailangan mo ng pahinga, Miguel. Mukhang kailangan mong magpahinga." (It sounds like you need rest, Miguel. Maybe you should take a break.)

"Oh, don't worry, Marco," he said, barely able to contain his moans. "I'm getting plenty of... release. Everything is just... perfect."

As he hung up, Miguel's strokes became faster, his reflection in the mirror showing a man lost in pure ecstasy. "Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, his body tensing as he neared climax. "Ito na... lalabasan na ako!" (Here it comes... I'm cumming!)

With a final thrust, he shot his load all over the mirror, his body shaking with pleasure. Panting, he admired his reflection once more. "This body is mine," he said, his voice a mix of Australian and Tagalog. "And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second." BONUS PT. SHOE SHOPPING

Possessed Miguel strolled into the quiet shoe store, his muscular frame immediately catching the eye of the young, lithe assistant behind the counter. The twink, Ethan, couldn't help but stare, his eyes lingering on Miguel powerful legs, broad shoulders and sexy feet.

"G'day, mate," Miguel said, his Australian accent thick and playful. "I'm lookin' for some new slides. Got any recommendations?"

Ethan, clearly flustered, nodded quickly. "Y-yes, sir, right this way."

Miguel followed Ethan to the back of the store, where the assistant displayed a selection of slides. Miguel took his time, making a show of slipping off his shoes and flexing his toes. He caught Ethan's gaze fixed on his feet and smirked.

"Size eleven, yeah?" Miguel said, raising an eyebrow. "You got these in my size?"

Ethan stammered, "I-I think so. Let me check."

Miguel spread his toes, wiggling them seductively. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Ethan blushed, barely able to meet Miguel eyes. "Uh, y-yes, they're very... nice."

Miguel grinned, slipping his feet into a pair of slides and flexing his calves. "Why don't you come closer, have a proper look," he suggested.

Ethan hesitated, then stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Miguel sexy feet. "They look perfect on you," he murmured, his voice trembling with excitement.

Miguel leaned in, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. "Glad you think so. How about you help me try 'em on properly?" He lifted his foot, placing it on a nearby stool, and let Ethan's fingers graze his skin.

Ethan's hands trembled as he adjusted the slides, his touch lingering on Miguel's smooth, muscular legs. "They're really... perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Miguel's voice dropped to a husky murmur. "You like touching them, don't you?" He placed a hand on Ethan's chin, lifting his gaze. "What about the rest of me?"

Before Ethan could respond, Miguelk pulled him into a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring Ethan's mouth. Ethan melted into him, his hands roaming over Miguel's sculpted chest.

"Let's take this out back," Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with lust.

In the back room, Miguel pressed Ethan against the wall, his hands sliding down to undo the assistant's pants. Ethan's breath hitched as Miguel's fingers teased his entrance. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Please, fuck me."

Miguel grinned, positioning himself. "You want this?" he murmured, his cock hard and ready.

"Yes, fuck yes," Ethan begged, his body trembling.

Miguel entered him with one powerful thrust, their moans echoing in the small room. "Fuck, you're tight," Miguel growled, his hands gripping Ethan's hips.

Ethan's moans grew louder as Miguel pounded into him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both. "You're so fucking hot," Miguel panted, increasing his pace.

"Yes daddy, yes, fuck me harder," Ethan cried out, his nails digging into Miguel back.

As Miguel felt himself nearing climax, he pulled out, turning Ethan around. "Show me how much you want it," he said, his voice commanding. Ethan knelt before Miguel, taking the massive cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Miguel's hands guided him, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "I'm gonna cum," Miguekl's groaned, pulling back at the last moment. It took Miguel all his will power to not cum in that very moment.

Ethan stayed on his knees, his eyes fixated on the muscular man's feet. He couldn't resist his fetish any longer. "Your feet are so fucking sexy," he whispered, leaning down to worship them.

Miguel smirked, watching Ethan's tongue flick out to lick his toes. "You love my feet, don't you?" he said, his voice thick with arousal.

Ethan moaned in response, his hands stroking Miguel's feet as he began to jerk himself off. He couldn't hold back, his cum splattering all over Miguel's feet. Without missing a beat, Ethan leaned down, licking his own cum off Miguel's toes.

Miguel's groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing with need. "Good boy," he murmured, guiding Ethan back up. He took his cock in hand and began to stroke it furiously, his eyes locked on Ethan.

"I'm gonna cum," Miguel growled, his hand moving faster. With a final, powerful thrust, he shot his load all over the new slides.

Miguel grinned, satisfied. "Good boy," he murmured, lifting Ethan's chin for another kiss.

Miguel adjusted the slides, feeling the sticky warmth of his own cum beneath his feet. Miguel grinned, pulling up his pants. "Told ya you'd love it," he said, giving Ethan a playful smack on the ass. "Thanks for the slides, mate, perfect fit"

With a confident stride, Miguel walked out of the store, the new slides on his feet and a satisfied smirk on his face. Miguel couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Possessing this body was turning out to be even more enjoyable than he had imagined.

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?