A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

Switcheroo 7- Good Boy!

Ah crap! I told my roommate hundreds of times not to go into my room or touch any of my projects. And look at him now! From what I can tell, he accidentally used my body swap device with his dog Keto.

I walked into our apartment coming home from work only to find his body on all fours sniffing around the house while his dog was barking for my attention.

I could be nice and switch them back but what good would that do? Serves him right for messing with my stuff anyways.

“Sorry buddy but you’re going to have to learn your lesson the hard way.” I say to the whining puppy in front of me.

Keto in my roommate’s body crawls over to me. He looks goofy with his tongue hanging out and he starts shaking his butt as if he had a tail to wag. I pet him on the head only for him to start licking my hand. That’s when I got an idea.

I turned to my roommate in Keto’s body again,” Looks like you’ll have to be put in your crate.”

He starts barking at me as I pick him up. I place him in his crate leaving food and water.

“Maybe if you’re good tonight I may switch you back in the morning. Until then you’ll be in here so no funny business.”

I waited for him to start barking again but he was silent. “Good boy.”

I head to my bedroom and bring Keto with me. And shut the door behind us.

He seems really into licking, if you know what I mean.

Becoming My Classmates Brother

My classmate Enzo Ceja was so hot, everyone on our class thought so. He was everything you would expect, he played football, basket ball, and was so attractive. He was 6’3, Mexican, and had a pretty toned body. Me being one of the only gay boys in my class, obviously had a crush on him, and everything about him. I knew he was straight, but I couldn’t get him out of my head.

So one day at my school during lunch I was talking to my friend about Enzo, and how I wanted to be his boyfriend. Little did I know, admitting this crush would completely change my life. The next day when I got to school, I could feel everyone staring at me, and I knew why. Someone over heard me telling my friend about my stupid crush on Enzo.

Enzo’s Perspective

I was leaving football practice when I over heard some of my bros talking about Dan, the one gay boy in my class. Had told someone that he had a crush on me. Ew. I could never date a man, but since rumor had spread around the school. People were shipping us. I had to talk to that boy, and clear this up, before I get clicked of the team. And I know just how to fix this.

Dans Perspective

As I walked into school, Enzo grabbed my head and pulled me into the locker room. As soon as he knew we were alone he started rambling on, about how he doesn’t even like the idea that a man likes him. Then he slapped me, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I felt different. I looked down, and saw legs that we’re definitely not mine, they were darker, and a lot more athletic then my fat, white legs. I got up fast and looked in the mirror.

I looked in the mirror, and instead of myself, I saw someone that looked like Enzo, but older. I was his older brother, I pulled out my id and on it was “Daniel Ceja” Which was definitely not my name before. Somehow I had turned into the older brother of the man I once liked. And I’m not complaining, if I couldn’t have him, being him was just as good, if not better.

“Hey bro get your keys! I’m going to be late for school!”

Obvious, I was Daniel Ceja, and Enzo is my younger brother. I have to give him a ride to school.

Emmanuel

I honestly forgot I had him. When you harvest as much as I do, a few skins are bound to get lost in the shuffle. Now that I’m in his body, I don’t know why I haven’t worn him more. I think I’m gonna put him into my regular rotation.

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

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

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

Ghosts Like To Be Subs Too

If you told Julian that ghosts were real, then he’d probably just laugh in your face and call you fucking stupid. Ever since he was a kid, he never believed in ghosts, demons, or anything of the like. Paranormal activities were nothing more than a cheesy fantasy to him. 

His stubborn refusal to suspend his disbelief for even a second set Julian apart from other naysayers. Once Halloween season came around, everyone knew not to invite Julian to any haunted houses unless they wanted an earful of his bitching about how unrealistic everything looked. He was a buzzkill through and through. 

Julian didn’t mind being left out of the spooky festivities though. If anything, it gave him plenty of time to just enjoy himself at home. 

One night, strange things began happening around his apartment as he was just chilling in bed. However, being the stark nonbeliever that he was, Julian simply explained away everything with logic and reason. 

Flickering lights? Probably just needs new light bulbs. Sudden, cold gusts of wind? Most likely just the A/C kicking in. Random creaking and groaning sounds? No doubt just the loud neighbors upstairs.

As the night progressed, the strange occurrences grew more erratic and inexplicable. However, regardless of what happened, Julian remained unfazed. Little did he know, however, it was a ghost behind all paranormal activity in his apartment. A ghost had wandered into his residence, looking for a human vessel to take over. And what better choice for a vessel than a nonbeliever? 

Just as Julian was getting ready for bed, all of the lights in his apartment blew out, leaving him vulnerable in pitch-black darkness. Despite this, he merely groaned in annoyance and used his phone flashlight to finish getting ready.

“Goddamn it… That stupid landlord really needs to get off his ass and fix the wiring in this fucking building…”

Julian finished his nighttime routine and tucked himself into bed. He turned off his phone flashlight, allowing the darkness to swallow him whole, and closed his eyes. As he waited to fall asleep, the ghost decided to make its presence known. 

Ooooo… Ooooooo…

“Great, what now?” Julian grumbled as he sat up in bed. He was face-to-face with the smoggy ghost with pink glowing eyes. For the first time in his life, Julian had been confronted with something his sense of logic couldn’t explain. He was speechless.

“What the fuck…?”

Ooooo… Ooooooooo…!!!

The ghost made its move and charged at Julian while he was too busy trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It slammed into his face, causing Julian to fall back onto his bed with a thud. Panic and adrenaline kicked in as he realized he was in danger. Julian tried scuttling away from the ghost, but it was quickly gaining on him. The ghost positioned itself right on top of Julian’s face. He began coughing as the thick, ghostly fog enveloped his head, granting the ghost the perfect entrance into his body. 

The ghost began trickling inside Julian’s body through his orifices. Mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes, the ghost used every hole in his head. Julian convulsed and thrashed around his bed as he felt the inside of his body getting filled up with a ghostly presence. The sounds of Julian violently gagging filled his bedroom. He flexed the muscles in his throat in an attempt to stop the ghost’s main entry point, but it was useless. The ghost continued pushing its way inside of Julian despite his efforts. It was an expert in possessing other beings and there was nothing an ordinary human could do to stop it now. 

Once the ghost occupied enough space inside of Julian, it began exercising its newfound control over his body. It started by forcing him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes shot open as he felt his body moving against his command. Wanting to seal his throat again, Julian raised his hand to choke himself. However, the ghost read his thoughts and quickly used his other hand to stop him. Julian tried resisting the ghost’s control over his body but to no avail. His throat relaxed and his mouth hung wide open, ready for the ghost to finish slithering down inside of him. 

“Mmmrrmph… Uhhhhh…” Julian moaned. He gripped his bedsheets as he slurped up the last piece of his invader with one final gulp. Julian felt full of a ghastly sensation he couldn’t explain in words. His body was tense, sore, and bloated all over. As he laid there, panting for breath, Julian felt his hands start moving on their own. They reached out to his torso and began massaging his pecs and abs. The ghost’s body takeover was complete. 

“MMMMM! FEELS SO GOOD!!!” the ghost bellowed in a loud, demonic voice. It was overjoyed to have flesh and a real voice again. No longer would it be forced to communicate in ooo’s like some cartoon ghost. 

The ghost purred as it explored its new vessel, relishing the feel of the firm, hard-earned muscles it had just stolen from Julian. A nearby mirror caught its eye, and the ghost scoffed at the sight of his reflection.  

“HMPH. FUCK THESE CLOTHES. GET NAKED, NOW!!”

The ghost snapped its fingers, and the powerful sound echoed throughout the apartment. Then, within seconds, Julian's wife beater and sweatpants burst open. Shreds of fabric fell to the ground like confetti. The ghost smirked again as it saw Julian’s heavy tool hang low.

“A FINE SPECIMEN OF A HUMAN MALE INDEED!” The ghost wrapped its calloused hand around its new cock and gave himself a few pumps. “PERFECT FOR BREEDING! CAN’T WAIT TO USE IT—”

As the ghost was busy admiring its newly possessed body, Julian’s phone began ringing. The ghost scowled at the phone for interrupting his moment of self-worship, but his expression softened when he saw the name of the incoming call. Pedro. 

Then, inspiration struck. The ghost quickly grabbed the phone and cleared its throat before answering. 

“Hello? Hey, what’s up?” the ghost said with Julian’s voice instead of his regular voice. The man on the other side of the call talked normally, failing to notice anything wrong with his friend. The ghost grinned with a malicious gleen in its eyes as they spoke. Its body takeover plan was going perfectly and was about to get even better.  

***

“Hey, are you still awake… Cool, you down to chill tonight… Alright, I’ll be over in a bit. See you soon.” 

Pedro hung up and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. He was shocked that Julian answered. He knew that Julian was a creature of habit who never strayed from his routine. It seemed odd to Pedro that he would still be awake past his usual 9PM curfew without good reason. Maybe Julian couldn’t sleep either? Pedro wasn’t sure, but decided to just brush the thought aside and get ready. He already told him he’d be coming over after all.

Pedro threw on some random clothes and drove downtown to Julian’s apartment complex. He punched in the access code, took the elevator, and walked up to Julian’s doorstep where he awaited him. 

“Hey! Glad you could make it,” Julian said as he dabbed him up. 

“Thanks for having me over. Watchu doing up tonight anyway?”

“Not much really, just can’t sleep. I was actually about to start watching Netflix right when you called.”

“Really? That’s cool.” Pedro made himself at home while Julian helped himself to the couch and turned on Netflix. 

Pedro felt a shiver run up his spine as he took off his shoes. He felt like he was stared at. Pedro turned and saw Julian grinning from ear to ear. 

“You good, chief? What are you smiling for?” Pedro asked. Julian shrugged. 

“I’m just enjoying your company. How are you feeling tonight? Come join me.”

“Good… Thanks for asking.”

Pedro felt goosebumps form on his arms as he sat next to Julian. In all the years he had known him, Julian was never a smiley kind of guy. Although they were pretty close friends, something about Julian’s demeanor seemed… wrong. He never went out of his way to create a warm, welcoming environment for his guests. No, Julian was a serious man who did just enough to not be marked an asshole by others. 

With that suspicion in mind, Pedro tried sneaking a glance at Julian. He tried to do so without Julian noticing, but he immediately caught him. He turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Pedro saw Julian’s eyes flash pink. 

Julian returned his focus back to the movie. Meanwhile, Pedro was trying to mentally process what he had just seen. He replayed the image over and over in his head. It was just a brief second. Blink and you miss it. But Pedro knew what he saw. Julian’s eyes had turned pink! 

“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem tense,” Julian asked. He threw an arm around Pedro’s shoulder, but Pedro shook him away. 

“What’s wrong with me? Bro what’s wrong with YOU!?” 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean— Why are you acting like this? Smiling at me, acting all extra for no reason, and your eyes! I swear to God bro your eyes turned pink when you looked at me! What’s with you? It’s like you’re possessed or some shit!!”

The two men stared at each other. Pedro was waiting for a response but never got one. Instead, Julian closed his eyes and tilted his head downward. Pedro opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a low chuckle coming from Julian. His shoulders were bouncing as his laugh grew gradually louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, he threw his head back up and let out a deep, maniacal laughter that rang throughout the apartment. His eyes were glowing bright pink, too! Pedro fell onto the ground from the shock. He wasn’t serious when he accused Julian of being possessed. It was just a figure of speech! But it was becoming all too clear that he was correct… 

“AMAZING!!” Julian’s voice boomed. His voice had dropped to an unnaturally deep pitch that shook Pedro to his core. “NEVER IN THE HUNDRED YEARS THAT I’VE BEEN AROUND HAVE I BEEN SUSSED OUT THIS QUICKLY! I CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH!!”

“What are you? WHO are you?” Pedro said as he picked himself up from the ground. 

“Does that really matter now? As far as we’re concerned, I’m Julian. Always have been, and always will be. At least until I get bored of this body anyway.” 

Pedro was glaring at Julian as he spoke. The ghost noticed and chuckled in response. 

“What’s the matter? You want your little friend back? Do you really think—”

Before Julian could finish his sentence, Pedro charged at him at full speed. Pedro grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the couch. The ghost was shocked at how quickly a big guy like Pedro could move. He had him pinned down before he could even retaliate!

“Listen here,” Pedro whispered. “You’re gonna get out of my friend’s body and you’re gonna do it now. Do I make myself clear?”

Pedro had a tight grip around Julian’s throat. The ghost was struggling to breathe, let alone talk. Pedro softened his grip just enough to let the ghost talk. 

“I can’t!! This body is too tight of a fit, I won’t be able to leave without something pushing me out! Something long and hard like a shoe horn!” 

Pedro contemplated how best to force the entity out. An idea quickly came to mind, but Pedro wasn’t particularly happy about the implications. He looked down at his buddy’s face, then decided what he was about to do was well worth the price if it meant saving his friend. 

“Heh, alright fucker! Hope you’re ready to leave cuz I’m gonna force you out with my dick!!”

Without hesitation, Pedro made his move. 

He planted his mouth onto Julian’s lips, catching him by surprise. It was a sudden, rough kiss but it was a welcome one. The ghost opened his lips and let Pedro slip his tongue in as it kissed him back. The rough, scratchy feeling of their beards brushing against each other’s lips caused them both to let out low, sensual groans with every kiss. Their hands became frisky and began exploring each other’s bodies as they made out. Pedro groped Julian’s ass, Julian massaged Pedro’s jacked arms. They locked their lips and bodies pressed against each other as they moved towards Julian’s bedroom. Once there, Pedro pushed Julian onto the bed and quickly took off his clothes. Julian did the same. 

Pedro hopped in between Julian’s legs and wrapped a hand around his throat again. The ghost looked at him with big, wet eyes full of desire. Pedro merely smirked. Even though he was the one that started their little makeout sesh, Pedro wasn’t doing it for fun. He was doing this to save Julian from whatever was possessing his body and nothing more. 

“Open your mouth.” 

Julian did as he was told. Pedro leaned in and spat a ball of saliva into Julian’s mouth. As he watched Julian swallow his spit, Pedro grinned and tightened his grip on his throat, causing him to let out a suppressed moan from the delightfully sensual feeling of getting choked. 

“Such a good little slut! You like when Papi spits in your mouth?”

“Yes Papi, I love it!”

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Papi! Please, sir! Spit in my mouth again!!” Julian opened his mouth as wide as he could and Pedro spat into him again. 

“Good boy!!” Pedro said with a cocky smirk. He then leaned back down and planted his lips against Julian’s again. 

They shared a few more deep kisses and as they did so, Julian felt something begin to poke against his butt. Pedro pulled away to spit on his erect cock. As he lubed up his dick, he took a good, long look at the man laying underneath him. 

Although he had always been curious, Pedro had never actually fucked a guy before. Though the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, Pedro was glad his first man was a hottie with a body like Julian. 

With that thought in mind, Pedro leaned back down for another kiss. This time, as they made out, Pedro began guiding his dick to Julian’s hole. Once he lined up his tip, Pedro pushed it in until his cock penetrated him.  

“Mmm…” Pedro purred as he felt his dick go inside of Julian. The warm feeling of his tight ass enveloping his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout his groin. 

“Mmmmm— Hm? Ow! Arghhhh!”

Pedro let out a horrific gagging noise as he threw his head back. His pupils went white and his body became stiff, trapping Julian underneath him with his dick tip still planted inside of him. 

Yes, finally! Now let me inside!!

Meanwhile, a sinister smile formed on the ghost’s stolen face. It then took a deep breath in and exhaled. As it did so, a thick fog left Julian’s mouth and went straight inside Pedro’s agape mouth. 

“Mrrrmphh? Mmmmugghhhh!!!”

Pedro convulsed violently as his body was getting filled rapidly with the same entity that took over Julian’s body. It felt like he was getting stuffed with air. His muscles tightened with every mouthful of ghost essence he was forced to swallow. Before he knew it, Pedro felt his consciousness fade away as the ghost took complete control over his body. The last thing he remembered was feeling his face muscles form an unwanted smile before everything went black. 

“Hehehe… TWO VESSELS IN ONE NIGHT? FEELS FUCKING AMAZING BROO! OHH I LOOK SO GOOD WITH TATTOOS! JUST LOOK AT THIS HAIRY BODY!!”

Pedro’s cock slipped out of Julian’s ass as the ghost took a deep whiff of its dank pit smell. It looked down and blew a sharp whistle at the mere sight of its new, long member. While Julian had girth, Pedro had length. The ghost wasn’t sure which dick it preferred. Not that it really mattered though, as it would be putting both to good use. 

Julian’s body went limp now that the ghost was out of him. His eyes were open but with a glazed over look to them. The ghost tried catching his attention, but Julian was unresponsive. Do doubt he was still in a severe daze after getting possessed. 

The ghost smirked. It decided to make the most of having two bodies under its possession. It flipped Julian over onto his stomach, then stuck Pedro’s cock back into his ass. 

“Yeahhh take that big dick like a good bitch,” the ghost said in Pedro’s voice. He watched with a smile as his massive 8 inch cock disappeared into Julian’s ass. Once it was entirely in, Pedro grabbed Julian’s waist and began thrusting into him like he was furious. 

“Fuck yeah! That’s how I like to get fucked, raw and hard! Got that, you oversized lump of walking meat!?” the ghost said out loud. Once it finished issuing its command to Pedro’s body, the ghost exited through his mouth and zipped straight into Julian. 

“Ahhhh! AarrrggGGGHHH FUCKKKK!!!” Julian shouted out as the ghost re-entered him. 

Between Julian’s body getting possessed again and having his ass full of thick, Latino cock, the ghost was caught between two powerful forces of erotic stimulation. Additionally, even though the ghost wasn’t directly in control anymore, Pedro’s body was still moving according to its last command and fucking him as hard as he could. 

“Ah— Ahh— Oohhh— Fu— Uckk—!!” Julian cried out with pleasure everytime Pedro rammed his hips into him, forcing his cock even deeper into his ass. 

“Push your ass out.” Pedro said in a monotone voice. He pushed Julian’s head down into the pillow as he arched his back even further and bit into the pillow. Pedro picked up the rhythm of his thrusting speed and jackhammered away at Julian’s hole. 

The small bedroom became filled with the erotic sounds of two men fucking like their lifes depended on it. Pedro grunted like an automated fucking machine and Julian moaned like the cock hungry slut he had become. They had become drenched in sweat and their body odor permeated the air, filling it with a potent, sweaty musk that was absolutely delightful to the nose. 

“Nrghhh… Ohhhnghhhh!”

Julian felt Pedro’s fucking speed change. He was getting close, but the ghost wouldn’t let him finish so soon. The ghost quickly shot itself out of Julian and back into Pedro. Pedro gagged briefly as the ghost zipped down his throat but then let out a sigh of relief as he fell under complete possession again. Now that it was at the steering wheel, the ghost slowed down Pedro’s thrusting to stop him from blowing his load. The ghost then decided to stay as Pedro and take a turn at topping. 

It pounded away at Julian’s ass, his cock sliding in and out at rapid speeds. Once the ghost noticed Julian was getting close to finishing, it returned to Julian’s body to stop him. The ghost kept up this cycle for a good while. Whenever one of the men was close, the ghost would repossess and prevent them from shooting their load. The ghost kept them at the edge of climax, only to cut them short every time. 

The ghost was making them fuck for as long as they physically could. The time gap between body takeovers got shorter and shorter. It got to the point where the ghost could simultaneously experience fucking as Pedro and getting fucked as Julian, like being in the middle of a threesome. It was a bodily ecstasy unlike any other. After not having flesh to call its own for so long, the ghost felt like its senses were on fire! Only once it finally had enough, the ghost exited their bodies and allowed them to shoot out their heavy loads in what looked like a sticky, white eruption. Both Julian and Pedro bellowed out a loud FUCKK as they became drenched in their own bodily fluids. They were both left panting for breath after such a rough hookup! 

The ghost floated in the air after it finished having its fun. It needed a moment to breathe too! But it knew that it didn’t have too much time to relax. After all, Julian and Pedro could wake up if it took too long! Thankfully, however, the ghost’s worries were unwarranted. As the ghost hovered back down, it saw a strange sight. Julian and Pedro turned to face the ghost, and despite  neither being actively possessed, their eyes were still glowing bright pink! 

The ghost was amazed. It had come to Julian’s humble abode to take over Julian’s body as its new permanent vessel. However, in an awfully lucky turn of events, the ghost had successfully secured not one, but TWO human bodies to possess (and as if that wasn’t enough, it was two well-endowed, hairy Latino men too!!) 

It was too perfect. The ghost couldn’t help but relish in its own flawless success. It hopped into Julian’s body and let out its signature demonic laugh. Then, just as a quick experiment, it hopped into Pedro’s body and laughed. It was true— both Julian and Pedro were under its control! Even if the ghost wasn’t inside them, they only waited until their new ghostly master returned. 

And so, the ghost continued living as a human, sometimes as Julian, sometimes as Pedro. To make things more convenient, the ghost decided to have its vessels get married and move in together. Although it was the ghost behind their every word and action, Julian and Pedro looked like they were just happily married husbands to the outside world.

And nobody would be none the wiser.

Vacation exchange

My family forced me to go on a summer vacation, it was so insufferable to go out, I really didn't like being in a hotter place, it was an island there was only sea around, there wasn't much to do, besides I don't like being in a place where I have to show my body, I am skinny and I don't stand out much, seeing many hot and attractive guys passing by, makes me want to be someone like them.

I was walking along the beach, just waiting for the day to go home, my path was interrupted by something shining on the ground, I picked it up, it was a small doll, nothing particular, but I liked it and I kept it. After picking up the little doll I hurried my pace, it was late and I should go back to the room.

I'm running while thinking about the doll that I found maybe someone lost it, I hope it was not important for that person because now it is mine, I was passing near the pool I was seeing many guys with hot bodies I really want to be like one of them, being in my thoughts I do not realize that I'm running towards the back of a guy and I collide with him.

"Hey asshole what's wrong with you, watch where you're walking."

I hear him say, it sounded somewhat familiar the voice that told me, I had been hit really hard it still hurt, when I open my eyes to see how is the guy who tried to help me, I'm surprised to see my own image looking confused towards me.

"What the fuck is that me?"

My body says scared, I look at my hands and they are not mine, also I now have a defined body and I am in a bathing suit. I'm confused and keep looking at my body in front of me, I'm panicking when I hear my voice yelling at me to calm down.

"Hey bro calm down, I don't know what happened, but it looks like we switched bodies."

It seems what happened this guy told me after we calmed down, we agreed, we told each other a little about the other's life and I found out that he was named Cody, we would go back to each other's room and the next day we would see how to get back.

Arriving at Cody's room I was still a little confused with this situation I lean back in an armchair to relax a little, I look at my new perspective and it's a really good view, thinking about it Cody is a pretty sexy guy.

"Well, I guess this is my body now and if it's mine I can take a shower."

I get up and go into the bathroom, I look in the mirror and see my new reflection, this body is nothing like mine it is tall and has quite a lot of flesh, huge arms and nipples that I would like to lick and have them in my mouth.

"This is body, it's just mine hahaha."

I direct my hands to my nipples I touch them and they really are sensitive, my fingers play with them and I feel Cody's body start to warm up, little moans come out of my mouth and he heard my new voice making quite dirty noises, Cody's face is of a nice guy quite nice, but right now Cody doesn't own this face and now he just shows a perverted look.

I pull down my pants and see how a bulge protrudes between my legs, I pull it out of my boxers it is big very big I would say, this situation is very exciting for me I am invading a lot the intimacy of an unknown guy, I start to pull it out the hot feeling of my new cock in my new hand, bigger than mine, but that doesn't manage to cover this cock makes me very horny.

I see Cody in the mirror pulling out in front of me, a sexy guy with a body I have always wanted to have is under my control, Cody's body is mine now, I start to pull out faster, my hand goes back to my nipples the sensitivity of this body is incredible.

I can't hold it in any longer and spurt my entire load from Cody's cock onto the mirror, that was super horny for me, seeing the mirror covered in my new cum, I take some and taste it.

"Mmm this is my new taste."

After fucking me for the first time being Cody I take a shower, the water running over this body my hands running over my new flesh, my nipples get hard and I start playing with them again, it makes me horny again so I start again with my masturbation session the noise of the water combines with the noise of my moans, Cody's sexy voice floods the bathroom, my wet hands run over my cock, the water stimulates me a lot and I ejaculate on my chest, after playing with Cody's cock once again I leave the bathroom exhausted I could only get to bed to sleep I could sleep.

The next morning I woke up thinking that there was only a dream, but I was excited to see that I was still inside Cody's body, I get out of bed excited and I get ready to go to the pool with this body now if I feel like swimming.

I spend a very good day not even making an effort to look for Cody in my body, just enjoy my new hot form, maybe I can even pick up some hot guys and try Cody's hole, or if I could do that, with this body it would be very easy.

Swimming in the pool felt great too, even his feet are sexy, mm thinking about it maybe later can play with them too, run his tongue over her toes and soles, oh yeah that would be so hot, I bet after a day of walking they are going to have an excellent scent and taste fabulous

"after what I do with your body, I don't think you'll want it back Cody hahaha"

Now I really don't care if I don't go back to my body, now I'm a hot guy who is very likely to check out of this hotel in a few days so that would mean this body would be mine forever.

"I guess I'm Cody now hahahahahahah.

The great shift: son to dad

𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧: This story contains explicit content and themes of possession, mind control and body swapping, with a sensual and erotic approach. If this type of content is not to your liking or you are not old enough, we recommend that you do not continue.

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

𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗱: (English version)

My name is David. And I hate my life…

High school is a misery. Abuse from bullies, infuriating subjects and the list could go on. I was fed up. I wasn't happy, and I wanted my life to change.

Besides having my father, he certainly wasn't much help. My father was masculine, successful, womanizing and handsome. I had had so many wet dreams about him even though I didn't want to admit it out loud, but he certainly sucked at trying to connect with me. Every complaint about being bullied was only accompanied by, “You need to learn to stand up for yourself, you're already a man.” And other things like, “If I were you.” It was infuriating.

He was popular in high school, the best at sports, adored by the girls and every boy's friend. I'm just a puny, video game-addicted geek that jocks love to occupy as their punching bag.

And that day had gotten off to a bad start.

— So you won't give me your money? - Aaron, the dumbest jock in the whole high school, was about to sink my head in the toilet.

— I told you I don't have any! Get off me!

I tried to move in vain. I could smell the aroma, causing me nothing but nausea. I closed my eyes tightly, expecting at any moment to crash into the water.

However, I heard a crash. Some kind of energy ran through me from head to toe, leaving me in darkness for a few seconds. Before returning to reality.

I opened my eyes in fright, finding myself in a completely different environment from where I was just seconds before. I was now in a strangely familiar office. Wait, is this my dad's office?

I looked down to find something even more different than the environment, my legs were on a table. But I was no longer wearing my old clothes, now I was wearing a formal suit, polished dress shoes.

I looked exactly how my dad had dressed today. I stood up quickly. At least I had grown about 18 inches taller, everything looked lower. I felt heavy and… strangely powerful. I began to feel my new body. And I was more than delighted: his thick muscles, his hairy pecs, his huge biceps. The smell of his cologne… it was all mine, that body I had fantasized about so many times was finally mine. God… how good the tight pants felt. Everything was showing. I dared to massage the contour above the pants, letting out a deep moan.

What had happened was called “The Great Shift,” a phenomenon around the world that caused body changes here and there.

Obese people ended up in the bodies of bodybuilders, unemployed people in movie stars, adult film stars in Catholic people, young people in adult bodies and the list could go on.

Clearly some more benefited than others. And I can say with absolute certainty that I hit a jackpot.

Just look at these biceps! I could spend hours and hours smelling my new musk, I love it when it meets my cologne… I smell like an alpha male.

Or just look at this big, fat chest. God, my pecs are huge now!

There's nothing left of the skinny geek I used to be. I still love video games and play them whenever I can, although I've moved on to other priorities.

And if you're wondering about my father. I have to tell you that he is now my son, who knew he would end up in my old body? Now he has to deal with adolescence again and having that pathetic body, which by the way… seems to influence him too much.

He doesn't know it, but I've found him sniffing my boxers on the sly or my sweaty clothes. Or I've even seen him watching gay stuff, apparently he now acts on the instincts of my old body. But this body?

Nah, the days of womanizing are in the past. Now I enjoy something much better: absolute control of men. I love to see how they kneel before me, surrendered, waiting for my approval. The way they sigh when I let them get close, when they inhale my scent and gaze adoringly at me. Hearing how my mere presence makes them obedient, how their voices tremble as they call me 'daddy', ready for anything. Because now, I make the rules.

My father's closet changed in its entirety. Gone were those boring suits, now he always tried to make shirts fit me as tight as possible, with leather gloves and tight dress pants. Or even suspenders, see how well they highlight my pecs, perfect for my full chest to show off.

I love my new body, hairy, strong, powerful, with a strong scent, its big muscles… Everything was big.

Arms that were marked with every flex and a pair of huge pectorals… I did get my lottery ticket when I ended up in my father's body.

And you know what the best part is? The fate of my bully Aaron. Poor, dumb, hapless Aaron….

My dad had an assistant named Justin. He was a skinny guy, blond, very cute if I'm being honest, and best of all… he was gay. And that's exactly where Aaron ended up. At first he thought about quitting, but after The Great Shift, the work environment became more than chaotic. So he had no choice but to stay.

At first the relationship remained very professional. Until I guess the same thing happened to him that happened to my father, I could see him staring at my arms or my pecs, how he seemed to always be watching me or hovering to get my attention. The great Aaron had been reduced to a guy begging for his boss's attention.

So one day I took pity on him.

— Aaron.

— Yes?

— I think it's time to talk about the way you see me, it's not appropriate.

— What the hell are you saying? - and there was a vestige of his old personality, but I would take care of burying it.

— Careful with your words, I remind you that I am no longer David. And you are not Aaron. I'm your boss now, and you're my assistant.

— Fuck you, Davi! - and before he could finish the word. I slapped him in the face.

— I told you I'm not David anymore. Now get down on the floor.

He stood still for a few seconds, until his instincts finally gave way, dropping to his knees on the floor.

— That's it. That's the way I like it - I muttered to take a seat in one of the armchairs in my office, with a smug smile - Now… I think my shoes are dirty, would you mind running your tongue over them to clean them?

He froze, his face was red. I didn't know whether from anger or embarrassment.

— I said I want you to clean my shoes.

Without holding back any longer, he approached them to start licking them, at first with disgust, until he seemed to become eager to lick. At that moment I pushed my foot away, which caused him to moan.

— What is your name? - I muttered, sternly.

— M-my name is Aaron…

— No. Your name is Justin.

— B-but that's not my name.

— Say it.

I looked at him with superiority. I could feel his morals, and the vestiges of his past life, finally going down the drain.

— M-my name is Ju-Justin.

— That's right, Justin. And now you must obey your boss. Lame.

And from then on there was no vestige of the straight jock Aaron used to be, now there was only Justin, a gay assistant who used to please his boss in his spare time.

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Brother's Issues

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Brother's Issues (English Version)

My older brother was infuriating. A guy with more ego than brains, but who had such an enviable body that it further reinforced his smug attitude.

The fights in my house were constant, the idiot left his clothes all over the place and hardly showered! He was always bragging about his "man smell"; and of course, being the oldest, my parents let him do whatever he wanted. He always got away with it, and I could only die of envy.

Mark was the big brother while I just made do with the scraps, I don't think I'm unattractive, but when you compare a river to the sea, clearly the sea is going to win.

He always got everyone's attention: teachers, family, even my ex-boyfriends; even if he wasn't gay, they always ended up confessing to me that what they wanted was to be near him.

And I was fed up.

I had been lost on the Internet for at least two hours in the wee hours of the morning, not seeing anything interesting until an email seemed to arrive.

"Want to be someone else? Read this email."

The first thing I did was close the message. It was ridiculous, sure it was some kind of spam mail. But the more time passed, an extra curiosity began to tingle in me, until I couldn't take it anymore. I ended up opening it and reading it.

It had a series of instructions on how to prepare a concoction with rather curious ingredients, but that would cause two people to change their bodies when they drank it.

Again I thought it was all stupidity, when I heard something crashing again and again against my wall from my brother's room, and the excited screams of a girl who was probably his fling today, like almost every night.

I had reached my limit.

The next morning, I set about gathering all the ingredients, until I finally came up with the last one: the other person's sweat, I thought it would be difficult, but I remembered that my brother left his sweaty underwear everywhere in the house. That morning, he was out, so I thought it would be easy to sneak into his room to steal some boxers.

No sooner had I entered his room than I had filled my nostrils with a pungent odor, the whole stench of my brother was quite strong. It looked like he hadn't cleaned his room in years and it just smelled like sweat and his fluids, it stank...

I was going through his dirty clothes when I heard the thunder of the wood on his door, my skin crawled, expecting a knock. But my brother wasn't standing in the frame, but his best friend: Theo.

— What are you doing here, buddy?

Theo was a nice guy, I didn't know how he was friends with my brother. His blond hair was silky, his smile was bright...

And I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember.

I didn't know if it was because he treated me well, because he was a good person and kind, or all together. But gosh, he sure drove me crazy.

— N-nothing. I was about to pick up Mark's laundry.

— Is he making you do his laundry again?

I swallowed hard right then and there.

— Uh, yeah, yeah.

— Let me help you.

He came over to me to lift the basket and carry it to the laundry room, my heart was beating fast.

I didn't know if it was because I was afraid Mark would come in at any moment and notice the absence of his sweaty clothes, or if it was from being with Theo.

— Well, buddy, there's the laundry. I'll wait for your brother in his room, see you.

He waved his hands, disappearing. As soon as he left, I dived into the pile of stinky clothes, trying to find the freshest thing possible. I grabbed a pair of red underpants, they felt wet and smelly, I tried not to smell them but ended up stuffing them in my face. Soon that would be my smell...

I gathered the rest of the ingredients, prepared it in a jar and when I squeezed the sweat out of it, I swear I saw how it shined.

I let it sit until the next morning. I knew my brother was going out to work out as usual, so I always prepared his protein for the gym; before he went out, I opened the glass to pour half of the liquid and run back to my room.

The rest of the time passed slowly, I didn't know whether to drink the rest of the concoction, what if something went wrong, what if I ended up doing something bad to my brother?

Thousands of questions tormented me, but I caught a glimpse of my brother's body: Tall, stocky, with his stinky armpits, his strong legs, how his arms swelled or his big pecs. All that could be mine, at last not just the puny brother, I could be the big one.

I ended up drinking all the concoction, up to the last drop; for an instant I felt nothing, until suddenly I felt a cramp accompanied by an intense pain and dizziness, I fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, feeling my whole body trembling and my vision went black.

In less than a second, I could see light again. However, something felt strange from the moment I blinked. Maybe it was the aroma I was now emanating, the place where I was now or the noise of weights and sports machinery being used.

I looked down, noticing my tanned skin, my thick pecs and muscles, yes I was strong!

I couldn't help but let out an excited laugh and dropped the weights my brother was carrying moments before, I almost looked like a schoolgirl with emotions running high.

I immediately dropped everything, walking uncertainly towards the bathrooms or the locker room. As soon as I saw my new reflection, it was like feeling an adrenaline rush, I was seeing my brother's reflection! I flexed his arms, enjoying how my arms and chest were swelling up. Gosh, yes!

I lifted my armpit, beginning to lick and sniff, enjoying the aroma. I clutched my nose against my new hairy armpit, panting loudly as if unhinged.I caressed every inch of my new skin, bristling at the slightest touch. I smiled smugly.

— Oh yes, my name is Mark.... – I murmured, taking the opportunity to touch the relief of my brother's pecs, letting out a squeal from the sensitivity – I'm the star athlete of my high school, a real casanova – I was loving every second, seeing how what I was saying, my brother was making exact copy of it – I used to like girls but now.... I don't know, bro. I think I'll only like boys.

I was drunk with power. I ended up leaving the gym after finding my brother's stuff, I didn't even change, I enjoyed feeling how the wet clothes stuck against my skin, the stench my body gave off, even how other guys saw me.

I ended up getting home, I didn't hear any noise, everything was quiet. I knew my parents were at work, so I went upstairs, straight to my room.

I was scared to find my brother in my body, awake. My heart was pounding... but when I opened the door, I could see my old body lying on the floor, asleep.

I smiled, I couldn't help but scoff inwardly, I even moved him slightly to see if he would react.

—You're not so strong anymore, are you, little brother? – I said teasingly.

I simply turned around, closing the door to go to my brother's room. I lifted my armpit, smiling at the scent; now I understood why he was addicted to smelling that bad.

I started rummaging through his closet, beginning to try on all of his clothes. There was something exciting about it that made my skin crawl.

I put on everything I could get my hands on: Sport shirts, shorts, skinny jeans, leather jackets. It was fun, until I found something in a drawer that made my new member firm up instantly. It was a smelly sports spandex, it was my brother's wrestling uniform. I suddenly took off my clothes to put that on instead, I smiled as I saw it fit perfectly on my body, all in place.

My fat legs encased in the tight fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sat in a chair my brother had in front of his mirror, leaning back.

Loving the way I looked, I picked up his phone to start taking pictures of myself, letting my strong muscles show, or my armpits, I even made the occasional silly face.

I was a brainless jock now, wasn't I?

I sniffed hard at my new masculinity, taking advantage of the friction to drive me crazy. I was waving my hand frantically when someone entered the room, it was Theo.

— Shit! – I muttered, covering myself. He just raised his eyebrow.

— What are you doing? - he asked without giving it much importance.

— Nothing, nothing. I wasn't expecting you – I mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze.

— I told you yesterday I'd come today, are you running out of brain cells from so much protein? – He joked. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach when I heard him laugh – What are you wearing?

— My wrestling uniform, what else? – I tried to diminish the strangeness of the moment, I had to be more like Mark – it drives girls crazy, don't you think? – I muttered, flexing my arms for him.

Theo let out a friendly laugh, nodding.

— Sure, dude.

We talked for a while, at first he caught me off guard but the more I talked to him, I felt my brother's knowledge and tastes seep in. Suddenly he was talking about his subjects, his other friends, video games that only he knew about, even what sports games were coming up.

— Mark, do you want to go play video games at my house? I bought something new and we can go try it out.

— Sure, bro – I felt natural with every step and every sentence. I changed my clothes so we could go without looking ridiculous, that would be for later – Let me let my annoying brother know.

I ended up walking to my old room, still lying my body on the floor. I went out with Theo, walking down the street and enjoying the sun.

— Sometimes you're too hard on him.

— With who? – I said a bit confused.

— With your younger brother, I remember when you used to get along with him.

I felt some guilt for what he made me remember, there was a time when Mark was protective of me, and I was always hanging out with him and Theo, until.... Wow, I don't know what happened.

— He's such a loser.

— I like him, he's really nice.

I smiled to myself to hear my crush say such a thing. We ended up arriving at his house, apparently no one was home. We went up to Theo's room where we played for at least two hours, the afternoon went by fast; we kept talking about trivial topics but I couldn't help looking at him from time to time.

I felt a connection with him, natural because of my brother's friendship with Theo, but there was something that also seeped out of me, that I liked. The way he laughed, or his hair falling on his forehead, his skin, fuck, fuck...

— Come on, dude. I'm kicking your ass! – I could see how my character ended up being defeated, I was silent, just listening to his laughter, which confused him, he turned to look at me. – Mark... Are you ok?

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I approached him to kiss him softly, I was afraid he wouldn't kiss me back, but he immediately started kissing me again.

It was a chaos of kisses, my hands wandering awkwardly through his hair.

— Jesus, Mark...

— Don't you love it?

— I love it, man...

We ended up kissing like crazy. There were a lot of questions in me, So Theo was gay? Did he always have feelings for Mark? Was this the relationship they had? What was going on here?

But the more kisses he gave me, the less I cared. In a matter of mere seconds again we were kissing intensely and passionately. I had everything I wanted, the body I deserved, the boy of my dreams? At last everything was in place.

Theo climbed on top of me, still kissing me, even tenderly.

— Do you want me to take good care of you, big guy?

He whispered in a tone I never thought I'd hear him speak. He caressed my chest and then my abs.

— Theo...

I murmured.

— Shh...

I immediately quieted down. And gosh... He sure knew how to use his mouth, my eyes rolled to white from just feeling how over and over again he acted greedily. I was lost in the sensation until I could feel my new phone vibrating like crazy, I preferred to ignore it, but I kept getting notifications.

I reluctantly picked up the phone, only to see notifications from my old number. Apparently my brother had already woken up, there were endless messages:

"What did you do, midget!? Where are you!?"

And more messages from him, completely hysterical, although there was one in particular that made me trace a wide smile on my face:

"Are you with Theo?! Stay away from my best friend!"

I immediately activated the camera to send him some pictures. Which infuriated him even more.

I was about to burst out laughing when I heard Theo's phone start ringing.

— Mfh... Wait a minute, buddy – he sat back up and picked up his phone to check who was calling – That's weird, your brother is calling me.

— Don't answer it - I tried to sound natural.

But Theo seemed to ignore me, he answered and not only that, he put it on speaker.

— Hello?

There was silence, until Mark finally exploded with my squeaky voice.

— Theo, it's Mark! My idiot brother did something and now I'm in his body! That asshole is using my body, you have to do something!

Theo looked at me strangely, scowling, I couldn't even hold his gaze.

— Didn't you hear, Theo?! That's not me that's with you! You have to do something!

I guess the luck had lasted only a few seconds, now Theo would reject me or even hate me.

— I know, Mark – I looked up quickly, I could see the boy of my dreams with a cold profile, but not for me exactly – And I like it that way.

My old voice sounded hysterical and annoyed over the speaker until Theo cut the call.

— So... You know?

— Yes, I do.

— Was I too obvious?

— A little, but it wasn't really about that.

Without warning he kissed me again.

— But Theo...

— Who do you think sent you the mail?

He let out a laugh to kiss me intensely, I had to restrain myself from kissing him for hours or putting my hands on his body.

— Why?

— Because I've seen you, buddy - he smiled, then I realized that I always use the nickname he used to call me - I know how you look at me, I know how much you liked it. And although I felt something similar, I couldn't reciprocate you, I saw you as my little brother, it felt... wrong. Your brother's body, though, I could certainly mess with it an infinite number of times.

He caressed my smooth abs.

— So you like that I'm Mark?

— I love it. The goofy jock look suits you.

He grabbed my pecs to weigh them, then without warning lunged against my armpits to lick and sniff like crazy.

After a few weeks, I ended up adapting to my brother's life perfectly. I continued playing his sports, improved his grades, got along with his friends... The only change was when “he” came out as openly gay, my parents had to accept it and my younger brother... Well, he has no choice but to watch me bring my cute boyfriend, formerly best friend, into my room every night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asuntos de Hermanos

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Brothers Issues (Versión Español)

Mi hermano mayor me era exasperante. Un tipo con más ego que cerebro, pero que tenía un cuerpo tan envidiable que reforzaba más su actitud petulante.

Las peleas en mi casa eran constantes, ¡El muy idiota dejaba regada su ropa y casi no se duchaba! Siempre estaba presumiendo de su "olor de hombre"; y claro, al ser el mayor, mis padres lo dejaban hacer lo que quisiera. Siempre se salía con la suya, y yo sólo podía morirme de envidia.

Mark era el hermano mayor mientras yo sólo me conformaba con las sobras, no creo ser poco atractivo, pero cuando comparas a un río con el mar, claramente va a ganar el mar.

Siempre se llevaba la atención de todos: profesores, familia, incluso mis ex novios; aunque él no fuera gay, siempre terminaban confesandome que lo que deseaban era estar cerca de él.

Y estaba harto.

Había estado perdido en Internet por al menos dos horas en la madrugada, sin ver nada interesante hasta que pareció llegar un correo.

"¿Quieres ser alguien más? Lee este correo"

Lo primero que hice fue cerrar el mensaje. Era ridículo, seguro era alguna especie de correo spam. Pero mientras más pasaba el tiempo, una extra curiosidad comenzaba a cosquillear en mí, hasta que no pude más.

Termine abriéndolo y leyéndolo. Traía una serie de instrucciones de cómo preparar un brebaje con ingredientes un tanto curiosos, pero que causaría qué dos personas cambiaran de cuerpo cuando lo bebieran.

Nuevamente creí que todo era una estupidez, cuando escuché algo chocar una y otra vez contra mi pared desde el cuarto de mi hermano, y los gritos emocionados de una chica que seguramente era su aventura de hoy, cómo casi todas las noches. Había llegado a mí límite.

A la mañana siguiente, me dedique a reunir todos los ingredientes, hasta finalmente llegar al último: Sudor de la otra persona.Pensé que sería difícil, pero recordé que mi hermano dejaba su ropa interior sudada por cualquier lugar de la casa. Aquella mañana, él estaba fuera, así que pensé que sería fácil escabullirme a su habitación para robar unos bóxer.

Apenas entrar a su habitación me había llenado las fosas nasales de un olor penetrante, todo el hedor de mi hermano era bastante fuerte. Parecía que no había limpiado su habitación en años y sólo olía a sudor y sus fluidos, apestaba...

Estaba revisando entre su ropa sucia cuando escuché el tronar de la madera de su puerta, la piel se me erizo, esperando un golpe. Pero mi hermano no estaba de pie en el marco, sino su mejor amigo: Theo.

— ¿Qué haces aquí, amigo?

Theo era un buen tipo, no sabía cómo era amigo de mi hermano. Su cabello rubio era sedoso, su sonrisa brillante... y estaba enamorado de él desde que tenía memoria.

No sabía si era porque él me trataba bien, porque era buena persona y amable, o todo junto. Pero cielos, sí que me volvía loco.

— N-nada. Estaba por recoger la ropa sucia de Mark.

— ¿Te está obligando de nuevo a lavar su ropa?Trague saliva en ese instante.

— Eh, sí, sí.

— Deja que te ayude.

Se acercó a mí para levantar el canasto y llevarlo al cuarto de lavado, mi corazón latía rápido.

No sabía si era porque temía que Mark llegara en cualquier momento y notará la ausencia de su ropa sudada, o si era por estar con Theo.

— Bueno, amigo, ahí está la ropa. Esperare a tu hermano en su cuarto, nos vemos.

Hizo un ademán con sus manos, desapareciendo. En cuánto se fue, me sumergí en el montón de ropa apestosa, tratando de encontrar lo más fresco posible. Agarre unos calzoncillos de color rojo, se sentían húmedos y apestosos, trate de no olerlos pero termine metiendolos en mi cara. Pronto sería ese mi olor...

Junte los demás ingredientes, lo prepare en un frasco y cuando exprimí su sudor para que cayera, juro que vi cómo si brillara...

Deje que reposara hasta la mañana siguiente. Sabía que mi hermano saldría a ejercitarse como de costumbre, por lo qué siempre preparaba su proteína para el gimnasio; antes de que saliera, abrí el vaso para verter la mitad del líquido y volver corriendo a mi habitación.

El resto del tiempo paso lento, no sabía si tomar el resto del brebaje, ¿y sí algo fallaba? ¿Y sí terminaba haciéndole algo malo a mi hermano?

Miles de preguntas me atormentaban, pero vislumbre el cuerpo de mi hermano... Alto, fornido, con sus axilas apestosas, sus piernas fuertes, cómo se hinchaban sus brazos o sus pectorales grandes. Todo eso podía ser mío, al fin ya no ser sólo el hermano enclenque, podría ser el gran Mark.

Terminé bebiendo todo el brebaje, hasta la última gota; por un instante no sentí nada, hasta que de repente sentí un retortijón acompañado de un intenso dolor y mareo, caí al suelo como un costal de papas, sintiendo que todo mi cuerpo temblaba y mi visión pasaba a negro.

En menos de un segundo, pude ver luz de nuevo. Sin embargo, algo se sintió extraño desde el momento que parpadee... tal vez era el aroma que ahora emanaba, el lugar dónde ahora me encontraba o el ruido de pesas y maquinaria deportiva siendo utilizada.

Baje la mirada, notando mi piel bronceada, mis gruesos pectorales y músculos, ¡Sí que estaba fuerte!

No pude evitar soltar una risa emocionada y soltar las pesas que mi hermano estaba cargando momentos atrás, casi parecía una colegiala con las emociones a flor de piel. Dejé de inmediato todo, caminando incierto hacia los baños o los vestidores. En cuanto vi mi nuevo reflejo, fue cómo sentir un subidón de adrenalina. ¡Estaba viendo el reflejo de mi hermano! Flexione sus brazos, disfrutando como se hinchaban mis brazos y mi pecho. ¡Cielos, sí!

Levante mi axila, comenzando a lamer y olfatear, disfrutando el aroma. Aferre mi nariz contra mi nueva axila peluda, jadeando con fuerza como desquiciado.

Acaricié cada centímetro de mi nueva piel, erizandome hasta el mínimo toque. Sonreí engreído.

— Oh sí, mi nombre es Mark... – murmuré, aprovechando para tocar el relieve de los pectorales de mi hermano, soltando un chillido por la sensibilidad – Soy el deportista estrella de mi preparatoria, todo un casanova – estaba amando cada segundo, ver como lo que decía, mi hermano hacía copia exacta de ello – Antes me gustaban las chicas pero ahora... No lo sé, bro. Creo que sólo me gustarán los chicos.

Estaba embriagado de poder. Terminé saliendo del gimnasio tras encontrar las cosas de mi hermano, ni siquiera me cambie, disfrute sentir cómo la ropa mojada se pegaba contra mi piel, el hedor qué desprendía mi cuerpo, incluso cómo me veían otros chicos.

Terminé por llegar a casa, no escuché ningún ruido, todo estaba en silencio. Sabía que mis padres estaban en el trabajo, así que subí las escaleras, directo a mi cuarto.

Me dio miedo encontrar a mi hermano en mi cuerpo, despierto. El corazón me latía a mil... pero cuando abrí la puerta, pude ver mi viejo cuerpo recostado en el suelo, dormido.

Sonreí, no pude evitar burlarme en mis adentros, incluso lo moví ligeramente para ver si reaccionaba.

— ¿Ya no eres tan fuerte, no, hermanito? – dije burlón.

Simplemente me di la vuelta, cerrando la puerta para ir al cuarto de mi hermano. Levanté mi axila, sonriente ante el aroma; ahora entendía porque él era adicto a oler así de mal.

Empecé a rebuscar entre su armario, empezando a probarme toda su ropa. Había algo excitante en ello que me ponía la piel de punta.

Me puse todo lo que estaba a la mano, playeras deportivas, shorts, jeans ajustados, chamarras de cuero. Era divertido, hasta que encontré en un cajón algo que hizo que mi nuevo miembro se pusiera firme al instante. Era un spandex deportivo mal oliente, era el uniforme de lucha de mi hermano. De golpe me quité la ropa para ponerme eso en su lugar, sonreí al verlo encajar perfectamente en mi cuerpo, todo en su lugar.

Mis gordas piernas enfrascadas en la tela ajustada, no dejando nada a la imaginación. Me senté en una silla que mi hermano tenía frente a su espejo, recargandome.

Amaba como me veía, levante su teléfono para empezar a tomarme fotos, dejando ver mis fuertes músculos, o mis axilas, incluso hice alguna que otra cara tonta.

Ahora era un deportista sin cerebro, ¿no? Ahueque con fuerza mi nueva masculinidad, aprovechando la fricción para volverme loco. Estaba moviendo mi mano con frenesí cuando alguien entró a la habitación, era Theo.

— ¡Mierda! – murmuré, cubriéndome. Él sólo levantó la ceja.

— ¿Qué haces? – preguntó sin darle mucha importancia.

— Nada, nada. No te esperaba – murmuré, tratando de evitar su mirada.

— Te dije ayer que vendría hoy, ¿te estas quedando sin neuronas de tanta proteína? – bromeo. Sentí una sensación cálida en mi estómago al escucharlo reír. – ¿Qué estás usando?

— Mi uniforme de lucha, ¿qué más? – trate de disminuir la extrañeza del momento, tenía que ser más como Mark – esto vuelve locas a las chicas, ¿no crees? – murmuré, flexionando mis brazos para él.

Theo soltó una risa amistosa, asintiendo.

— Claro, amigo.

Hablamos por un rato, en un inicio me tomó desprevenido pero cuánto más hablaba con él, sentía como los conocimientos y gustos de mi hermano se filtraban. De repente estaba hablando de sus materias, sus demás amigos, videojuegos que sólo él conocía, inclusive de que partidos tendrían lugar próximamente.

— Mark, ¿quieres ir a jugar videojuegos a mí casa? Compre algo nuevo y podemos ir a probarlo.

— Seguro, bro – sentía naturalidad en cada paso y cada frase. Me cambie la ropa para que pudiéramos ir sin verme ridículo, eso sería para después – déjame avisarle al molesto de mi hermano.

Terminé caminando hacía mí vieja habitación, aun seguía recostado mi cuerpo en el suelo. Salí junto con Theo, caminando por la calle y disfrutando del sol.

— A veces eres muy duro con él.

— ¿Con quién? – dije algo confundido.

— Con tu hermano menor, recuerdo cuando te llevabas bien con él.

Sentí algo de culpabilidad por lo que me hizo recordar, hubo un tiempo donde Mark era protector conmigo, y siempre me la pasaba con él y Theo, hasta que... Vaya, no sé que habrá pasado.

— Es un perdedor.

— A mí me cae bien, es muy agradable.

Sonreí para mis adentros al escuchar a mi crush decir tal cosa. Terminamos por llegar a su casa, al parecer no había nadie. Subimos al cuarto de Theo dónde jugamos por al menos dos horas, la tarde pasó rápido; seguimos hablando de temas triviales pero no podía evitar mirarlo de vez en cuando.

Sentía una conexión con él, natural por la amistad de mi hermano con Theo, pero había algo que también se filtraba de mí, que me gustaba. Cómo se reía, o su cabello caía en su frente, su piel, rayos, rayos...

— ¡Vamos, amigo. Te estoy pateando el trasero! – Pude ver cómo mi personaje terminaba por ser vencido, me quedé callado, sólo escuchando su risa, lo cuál lo confundió, se giró a mirarme. – Mark... ¿Estás bien?

Y no pude aguantar más.

Me acerqué para besarlo suave, me dio miedo que no me correspondiera, pero de inmediato comenzó a besarme de regreso.

Fue un caos de besos, mis manos vagaban con torpeza por sus cabellos.

— Cielos, Mark...

— ¿No te gusta?...

— Me encanta, amigo...

Terminamos besándonos como locos. Había muchas preguntas en mí, ¿Entonces Theo era gay? ¿Siempre sintió algo por Mark? ¿Está era la relación que tenían? ¿Qué estaba pasando aquí?

Pero entre más besos me daba, menos me importaba. En cuestión de simples segundos otra vez estábamos besándonos con intensidad y pasión. Tenía todo lo que quería, el cuerpo que me merecía, al chico de mis sueños... Al fin todo estaba en su lugar.

Theo se subió sobre mí, aun besándome, incluso de forma tierna.

— ¿Quieres que te atienda bien, grandote?

Susurró en un tono que jamás pensé escucharlo hablar. Acarició mi pecho y después mis abdominales.

— Theo...Murmuré.

— Shh...

De inmediato me acallo. Y cielos...

Si que sabía usar su boca, mis ojos rodaron a blanco de sólo sentir cómo una y otra vez actuaba con avidez. Estuve perdido en la sensación hasta que pude sentir cómo mi nuevo teléfono vibraba como loco, preferí ignorarlo, pero no paraba de tener notificaciones.

De mala gana levante el teléfono, sólo para ver notificaciones de mi antiguo número. Al parecer mi hermano ya había despertado, había un sin fin de mensajes:

"¿¡Qué fue lo que hiciste, enano!? ¿¡En dónde estás!?"

Y más mensajes de él, completamente histérico, aunque hubo uno en particular que hizo que trazara una sonrisa amplia en mi rostro:

"¿¡Estás con Theo!? ¡Aléjate de mi mejor amigo!"

De inmediato active la cámara para enviarle unas fotos. Lo cuál lo enfureció más.

Estaba por soltar la carcajada cuando escuché cómo el teléfono de Theo empezó a sonar.

— Mfh... Espera un momento – se reincorporo y tomó su teléfono para revisar quien llamaba – Qué raro, tu hermano me está llamando.

— No le contestes – traté de sonar natural.

Pero Theo pareció ignorarme, le contestó y no sólo eso, lo puso en altavoz.

— ¿Bueno?

Hubo un silencio, hasta que Mark terminó por explotar con mi voz chillona.

— ¡Theo, soy Mark! ¡El idiota de mi hermano hizo algo y ahora estoy en su cuerpo! ¡Ese imbécil está usando mi cuerpo, tienes que hacer algo!

Theo me miró de manera extraña, con el ceño fruncido, ni siquiera pude mantenerle la mirada.

— ¡¿No escuchaste, Theo?! ¡Ese que está contigo no soy yo! ¡Tienes que hacer algo!

Supongo que la suerte había durado sólo unos segundos, ahora Theo me rechazaría o incluso me odiaría.

— Lo sé, Mark – Levanté rápido la mirada, pude ver al chico de mis sueños con un perfil frío, pero no para mí exactamente – Y me gusta que sea así.

Mi antigua voz sonó histérica y molesta por el altavoz hasta que Theo cortó la llamada.

— ¿Entonces... Lo sabes?

— Sí, lo sé.

— ¿Fui muy obvio?...

— Un poco, pero en realidad no fue por eso.

Sin previo aviso volvió a besarme.

— Pero Theo...

— ¿Quién crees que te envío el correo?

Soltó una risa para besarme con intensidad, tuve que contenerme para no besarlo por horas o poner mis manos en su cuerpo.

— ¿Por qué?

— Porque te he visto, amigo – sonrió, entonces me di cuenta que siempre ocupo el apodo con el que solía llamarme – Sé como me miras, sé lo mucho que te gustó. Y aunque sentía algo similar, no podía corresponderte, te veía como mi hermano pequeño, se sentía... mal. Sin embargo, el cuerpo de tu hermano, sin duda podía meterme con él una infinidad de veces.

Acarició mis abdominales suave.

— ¿Entonces te gusta que sea Mark?

— Me encanta. La pinta de deportista tonto te sienta bien.

Tomó mis pectorales para sopesarlos, después sin aviso se lanzó contra mis axilas para lamer y oler como un loco.

Al cabo de semanas, termine adaptándome a la vida de mi hermano a la perfección. Seguí practicando sus deportes, mejore sus calificaciones, me llevaba bien con sus amigos... El único cambio fue cuando "él" se declaró abiertamente gay, mis padres tuvieron que aceptarlo y mi hermano menor... Bueno, no tiene más opción que ver cómo meto a mi lindo novio, anteriormente mejor amigo, a mi habitación toda las noches.

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

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

Está será mi nueva cuenta, espero les gusten las historias que vienen próximamente. Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

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