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Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan

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Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan (Versión Español)

— ¿Y qué se supone que hagamos? – murmuré con Miles caminando a mi lado, pero él sólo tenía una sonrisa en sus labios, enorme y con los ojos abiertos. 

— ¡Esto es perfecto! ¡Es la invención del siglo! ¡Esto supera casi a la electricidad! – Miles estaba absorto en sus pensamientos, con aquella sonrisita sin siquiera poner atención a su entorno. Bufé molesto, avanzando aún a su lado por los pasillos. 

— ¿Tienes alguna idea de dónde encontrar a Blake? 

— ¡Steve Jobs estará retorciéndose en su tumba! 

Entrecerre los ojos, notando que claramente no me iba a poner atención. 

Por lo qué tome un pasillo a la derecha, no estaba seguro si Ruben estaría ahí, pero casi siempre lo estaba. ¿Qué había que perder?

Miles seguía parloteando a cada paso que dábamos, hasta terminar llegando al auditorio.

Un espacio un tanto oscuro, grande, el escenario al frente con una luz tenue que lo iluminaba, las butacas al frente. Al parecer no había nadie, estábamos por darnos la vuelta cuando escuché algo detrás del telón. 

— ¿No crees que nos metamos en problemas? – una voz familiar pero que no lograba reconocer sonó. 

— Estamos ensayando, ¿Cuál sería el problema? 

Y ahí estaba. La voz de Ruben, reconocí perfectamente el acento. 

Verás... Yo había estado enamorado de ese chico desde que entramos a la preparatoria, él era nuevo. Recién llegado de intercambio, con su sonrisa y su piel morena. 

Apenas intercambiabamos palabras en primer año, él solía ser casi un misterio, hablaba poco pero tenía un encanto peculiar. "Llama Latina" empezaron a decir por los pasillos; y cuándo entró al taller de teatro, fue cuando se volvió popular. 

El teatro pareció darle una confianza desmedida, lejos quedó aquel chico que poco hablaba y pareció ser suplantado por otro que se llenaba de amigos, se alimentaba casi de que las chicas (y algunos chicos) babearan por él mientras interpretaba a Romeo o una mierda teatral.

Y quedó aún más lejos de mi alcance de lo que ya estaba. Jamás he sabido si es gay, nunca ha tenido novia pero tal vez no está interesado en ello; ha habido miles de rumores de chicas que coquetearon con él y recibieron uno que otro beso, cita o incluso regalo, pero nada que se pueda confirmar. 

Del telón emergió él. Con una especie de atuendo vaquero, no sabía que obras estaban por estrenarse este mes, pero la forma en la que la camisola se aferraba a su pecho y sus brazos era todo un deleite.

— ¿Por qué venimos primero por él? – Miles murmuró con molestia.

— Porque no dejabas de alabarte a ti mismo, guarda silencio. 

Sólo soltó un bufido antes de quedarse quieto entre las sombras.  Continúe observando con atención lo que pasaba, del telón surgió otra figura: Alan. 

Miembro del club de teatro también, tal vez no tan destacado cómo era Ruben aunque tenía su encanto... 

La vibra de motociclista sin duda le ayudaba bastante.

Alan se colocó frente al moreno para acomodar ligeramente su traje.

— Aún así estamos ocupando el teatro sin preguntar.

— No seas llorón, la maestra Rivera se accidentó y se ausentará dos semanas, justo lo que tenemos para ensayar antes de la obra. Me da confianza usar el escenario.

— Pff... Cómo quieras, Hernández. 

Alan estaba a su lado en el escenario, repasaban líneas mientras Ruben se movía y el contrario lo checaba con guión en mano.

— Si planeas hacer algo, es momento de hacerlo – Miles murmuró. Ambos empezamos a bajar entre las butacas a paso lento, el corazón me latía a mil por segundo. 

— ¿Y cuál es el plan? Son dos.

— Nosotros también 

— No te ofendas pero no creo que puedas contra la fuerza de Alan y la ayuda de mi cuerpo.

Miles entrecerró los ojos. Después rebusco en su mochila con cuidado hasta sacar una soga, levante la ceja.

— No quiero juzgar tus gustos pero no creo que sea el mejor momento para eso

— No la traigo para eso, imbécil.  Es para inmovilizar tu cuerpo original y que no represente peligro antes de alejarnos de aquí.

Estaba por reclamar cuando Miles metió en mi boca quien sabe qué, me ató las manos y después los pies. 

Quedé sentado con el ceño fruncido, mirándolo con cierto enojo.

— Me lo agradecerás más tarde – Dijo, señalandome con el control y presionando el botón amarillo – Espero estés listo – señaló a Ruben posteriormente y dio clic en el botón verde.

De golpe, mis ojos se encontraron con la luz del escenario, a lo que tuve que cubrirme con un ligero gruñido de molestia. Hubo cierto silencio, aunque parecía escuchar murmullos, era cómo estar bajo el agua, sabía que sonaba algo a mi alrededor pero no podía distinguirlo.

— ¿Ruben?... – escuché por fin a Alan murmurar. Giré mi vista hacía él, y antes de que pudiera responder. Vi mi pecho. Bien formado ahora, amplio, grueso... Ni siquiera podía apartar la mirada de los dos gordos bultos que ahora se formaban en mi camisa – ¿Ruben, te encuentras bien?

Volvió a hablar.

— ¿Eh? Sí, sí. Todo en orden... – susurré, no podía apartar mi mirada de mi nuevo cuerpo. Olí la colonia de Ruben, más bien, mi nueva colonia. Tomaron todas las fuerzas del mundo para que no soltará un gemido, pero me estaba volviendo impaciente... Quería olerme como loco, tocarme. ¡Dios, quería ver lo que estaba tras esos pantalones! 

Silencio de nuevo.

— ¿Y bien? ¿No vas a volver a decir tus diálogos? 

— S-sí, claro. Y-yo... – murmuré. Era claro que no tenía nada, ni siquiera sabía de que trataba esa obra.

— Amigo, ¿estás seguro que no quieres ir a la enfermería? Te ves muy raro.

— No, no, para nada. 

— ¿Estás seguro? Creo que es importante que... – estaba acercándose suave hacía mí hasta que sus ojos giraron hacía blanco por un segundo, su expresión se tornó vacía y después pareció volver a la normalidad, parpadeo, me observó y después rodó los ojos con hastío – Carajo, pensé que nunca se iba a callar.

— ¿Alan? – pregunté confundido.

— No seas ridículo, soy yo – el aparente Alan bajó del escenario para caminar a oscuras, conmigo siguiéndolo. 

— ¿Miles? Pero, ¿Cómo?

— Hasta que al fin piensas, genio – Continuó avanzando hasta llegar a la zona donde antes estábamos, se agachó para recoger el control. A su lado, nuestros cuerpos originales se movían con molestia y confusión, tratando de hacer algo más allá de sólo estar atados.

— ¿Te... inmovilizaste a ti mismo? 

— Sí, sí, luego preguntas sobre ello.

Era extraño ver a Alan actuar de esa manera, si bien, no era extremadamente amable, tampoco era arrogante como solía ser Miles. Por lo qué ver a Alan con los hombros hacía atrás, la barbilla levantada y esa mirada de sabelotodo, era extraño. 

— ¿Y ahora qué? 

— ¡Cielos, Ethan! – volvió a subir al escenario – ¡Ocupa un poco el cerebro! Se notaba a leguas lo que querías hacer con el cuerpo de Ruben, hazlo. Ahora puedes.

Por un segundo dude en que hacer. Algo cohibido por la presencia de Miles, o del propio Ruben y Alan que se encontraban tratando de moverse. 

Estaba por simplemente salir huyendo, pero... Ya no soy aquel nerd escuálido, cobarde y perdedor, no. Ahora soy Ruben Hernández, el sexy latino con el que todos tienen fantasías mientras ven sus obras.

Flexione los brazos, sintiendo los bíceps gruesos y grandes ensancharse a través de la ropa, sonreí. Mis manos se posaron en mis pectorales para después apretarlos, mis sentidos parecieron tocar el cielo. Mi expresión se tornó en tonta mientras apretaba y jugueteaba más con los relieves. 

Me quité rápidamente la camisa, dejando a la vista mis abdominales. Levanté un poco el relieve de los pantalones para ver la masculinidad escondida del chico.

— ¡Es enorme! – dije emocionado. Se veía gruesa, morena y un tanto peluda, no me imaginaba que Ruben estuviera tan peludo de ahí abajo. 

Estaba a punto de volver a tocarme cuándo Miles tomó ventaja, tomándome de la cintura para apegarme a él y comenzar a besarme. En un inicio correspondí hasta después empujarlo cómo pude.

— ¡¿Qué te pasa, Miles?!

— Nah, mi nombre es Alan, amigo... – murmuró – Y no lo sé, creo que tengo necesidades hoy que perfectamente tu puedes solucionar.

Nos besamos con intensidad, sus manos rondando por todo mi cuerpo y mi piel. De inmediato se lanzó contra mi cuello para empezar a besarlo y lamerlo, mi cuerpo temblaba por reacción. 

— ¿No te gusta, Ruben?... – susurró para verme a los ojos

— Sí, sí me gusta – Respondí para tomarlo de las mejillas y estampar nuestros labios en un beso caótico. Era una maraña de besos descuidados, lenguas y saliva. 

Un ruido sonó desde la puerta, cómo si alguien estuviera a punto de entrar. De inmediato tomé a Miles para escondernos detrás del telón, no sería buena idea que nos encontrarán con dos tipos amarrados. 

Que al fin y al cabo, nadie haría nada si encontraban a "Miles" y "Ethan" en tal situación, no sería la primera vez que sucedía eso, no les harían caso en lo que dijeran, menos al acusar a dos chicos de teatro. Pero era mejor no dejar rastros.

Terminamos por salir por la parte detrás del auditorio, no sin antes tomar las mochilas y maletas que Ruben y Alan traían consigo. Terminamos en los vestidores del gimnasio, aparente vacíos.

— ¡Cielos amigo, eso fue genial! 

— Ni que lo digas – Miles dijo sentado. Con esos aires de superioridad

— Aunque... ¿Por qué me besaste?

— El cuerpo de Ruben es ardiente, además de que tenerte a ti dentro abre las puertas a muchas posibilidades.

— Pero, ¿no ibas a tomar a Blake?

— Sí

— ¿Y porque estas dentro de Alan?

— Porque es ardiente y necesitabas ayuda.

— ¿Lo hiciste por mí?

— Sí... Y me molesto un par de veces así que también por eso.

Tomó la maleta de Alan para abrirla. Su sonrisa se iluminó al ver el interior, comenzando a sacar ropa por montones. 

— ¿Qué haces?

— ¡Esto está lleno de ropa deportiva! – se llevó unos shorts a la cara, jadeando por el aroma. Seguramente estaban impregnados de sudor, de inmediato se levantó para empezar a quitarse lo que traía y cambiarse por un traje de compresión, de tonos oliva pero que dejaba todo a la vista. 

Ahueco su bulto, con una sonrisa satisfactoria. Después levantó sus axilas para empezar a olfatearse, lamió su piel, extasiado por su aroma y sabor. 

— ¿Vas a quedarte sólo ahí de pie? – había algo en su mirada... Que no sé cómo describirlo pero fue un encanto. 

Me quité también lo que traía para cambiarme, una playera deportiva sin mangas morada, algo suelta. Pero que dejaba a la vista desde mis brazos hasta parte de mis abdominales y mis pectorales. 

— Estás apestoso, Alan... – murmuré acortando la distancia entre ambos.

— ¿Y cuál es el problema, Hernández? – dijo con indiferencia. 

A lo que lo tomé con fuerza para apegarme contra él. Soltó un jadeo agudo qué me hizo levantar la ceja, él estaba un tanto apenado, pero a mí pareció encantarme. Cómo si algo se activará por primera vez en mí.

— Ven aquí.

De inmediato comencé a succionar y morder suavemente, lo que causó que él soltará un suspiro, lo tome con algo de fuerza mientras comenzaba a tocar sus glúteos.

— N-no... E-espera – Trató de murmurar – Y-yo quiero ser q-quien este arriba...

Solté una carcajada por el comentario.

Quería mucho a Miles, sin duda era mi mejor amigo además de Logan, pero esta era la oportunidad perfecta para tomar venganza por todas las veces dónde su arrogancia se interpuso.

Ni siquiera le respondí, con mi nueva fuerza me las arregle para bajarle de golpe aquel traje, sin duda se le veía fantástico, pero era estorboso para todo lo que deseaba hacer.

Me agache un poco para tener acceso a sus pectorales y el relieve en ellos, comenzando a succionarlos y mordisquearlos. La voz de Alan y sus jadeos resonaban por todo el lugar, ansioso por más. 

Fue entonces que noté el reflejo tras de nosotros, jamás pensé ver a estos dos haciendo algo así. Pero aquí estábamos.

Lo que me extasió aun más. 

Me despegué de repente, lo que dejó a Miles con una expresión entre lo torpe, lo caliente y lo desesperado. 

— No, no. De rodillas – dije autoritario. 

Él me observó con una mirada vidriada y de inmediato se tiro a cuatro patas. Yo sólo pude levantar mi playera para enseñarle mis abdominales. 

Ni siquiera tuve que ordenarle nada está vez, sólo se dedico a bajar el elástico para poner su boca en marcha. Lamiendo y succionando como desesperado, casi se escuchaba como un perro tomando agua. 

— Tu sabor... – murmuró, sacando un poco más la lengua – Sabe muy salado...

— ¿Te gusta? Lo dejé así especialmente para ti, Alan 

— Me encanta...

Y de inmediato se volvió a pegar contra mí. Duramos así por un buen rato, frotandonos como locos hasta que las cosas evolucionaron y todo terminó regado por el suelo del vestidor.

El golpear entre nuestras pieles y el sudor qué impregnaba el aire, no hacían más que aumentar el volumen de los choques.

— ¡Ah! – Miles casi aulló, la entrada de Alan se sentía tan apretada, lista para servirme. 

— ¿Te encanta, no? Imagina que así te tuviera durante la obra de teatro – gruñí – Qué toda la escuela supiera que el motociclista Alan Wood no es nada más que mi pertenencia.

Y di otro vaivén que tronó con fuerza, acompañado de un fuerte jadeo. 

— ¡Sí! ¡Sí! 

— ¿Lo quieres dentro, no?

— ¡Por favor sí, dámelo Ruben! ¡Por favor!

Y sin más. Termine derramando toda mi semilla en su interior, parecía que el cuerpo en el que ahora habitaba se había abstenido de estas cosas, porque terminé liberando montones de espesa sustancia. 

"Alan" sólo se quedó tirado sobre el banco con la respiración agitada y entrecortada, hecho un desastre entre su sudor y mi propia carga. 

Seguí explorando la ropa dentro del bolso de Ruben para cambiarme, olía igual de apestoso qué lo anterior, ¿pero a quién le importaba? El nuevo Ruben tenía muchas mejoras que estaba ansioso por mostrar al mundo. 

Miles terminó reincorporandose después de un rato, estaba a punto de limpiarse cuando lo detuve.

— Nah, así ponte la ropa.

— Qué divertido... – murmuró con sarcasmo, otra vez parecía ser él mismo – Estás loco si crees que te haré caso.

Intentó alcanzar una toalla pero se la arrebate de golpe.

— Te dije que no.

— ¿¡De qué mierda hablas, Ethan!?

— Ruben, querrás decir.

— ¡Dame la toalla para limpiarme!

Ni siquiera le respondí. Removí el interior del bolso de Alan hasta encontrar una remera deportiva negra que parecía ser lo que apestaba con más fuerza en la bolsa, además de unos shorts. 

— Pontelos. 

Me miró con furia, pero hasta él sabía que había perdido, por lo qué no tuvo más remedio que hacerme caso. 

Ambos salimos del lugar, Miles seguía molesto mientras avanzabamos por los pasillos. Se sentía fabuloso sentir las miradas de todos, sonrisas, incluso un casual "hey". ¡Al fin no éramos invisibles!

— Ya no estés molesto – dije bajo.

— Cierra la boca.

— Cómo si no te haya gustado.

— Me gustó. Pero ahora apesto...

— Ni siquiera vas a quedarte en ese cuerpo. Y dijiste que te molesto varias veces, ¿no?

Miles me observó por una fracción de segundo, cómo si hubiera descubierto la ecuación faltante para un problema. Una sonrisa burlona se dibujo en sus labios de inmediato.

Flexionó sus brazos, pareciendo presumir en público, enseñó sus axilas sudorosas y dejó de importarle todo lo que apestaba. Avanzando con una mezcla de orgullo y burla en sí mismo por los pasillos.

Algunas chicas lo miraron extrañadas, pero otros chicos... Casi babearon por él. 

Sacó su teléfono, rebusco en la galería de Alan alguna típica foto de las cuáles estaba plagado su Instagram. 

Y decidió subir una nueva publicación a todas sus redes con un simple texto:

《 Supongo que no sabes de lo que te estas perdiendo hasta que te dan duro. Lol, bye chicas, mi cuerpo sólo le pertenece a hombres apestosos y sedientos por mí 》

Su teléfono se volvió loco después de eso, pero prefirió ignorarlo.

Avanzamos hasta la biblioteca, dónde Logan seguía esperando.

O bueno, "Caleb". Sentado con los brazos flexionados de forma casual, olfateando y sonriendo cada vez que daba una bocanada más. 

Levantó la mirada para verme, sonriendo con satisfacción, al parecer ni se había dado cuenta de "Alan".

— Hey, guapo – me guiño el ojo, sonriendo. Aunque eso no duró mucho, ya que empezó a olfatear cómo si se tratara de un sabueso – ¿A qué huele?... Huele a... – du mirada se enfocó por fin en Alan – ¿Miles, eres tu?

— Ahorrátelo, Logan.

Se sentó frente a él. Si para mí olía fuerte el hedor, no me imaginaba la gloria en la que ahora se encontraba Logan.

— ¿No ibas a ser Blake? 

— Sí, es una parada de emergencia, aun sigue mi plan – murmuró malhumorado. 

— En fin... "Ethan" y "Miles" fueron llevados a dirección después de que los encontraron, al parecer podrían suspenderlos por "abuso de sustancias" después de que estaban delirando cosas ridículas – Logan sonrió con malicia. 

Por una parte me sentí mal acerca del destino de Ruben, él no me había hecho nada, sólo era mi crush. Pero no podía retractarme... 

— ¿Y "Logan"? – Miles preguntó.

— Ah, ese mantecoso – El nuevo Caleb se jacto con una risa – Está más dominado y torpe que nunca, casi hipnotizado, diría yo.

Me senté al lado de los chicos, era irreal pensar que apenas unas horas atrás éramos unos nerds perdedores, y ahora estábamos ocupando el lugar de chicos populares, musculosos y atractivos.

— ¿Y qué planeas hacer ahora, Miles? – me atreví a preguntarle. 

— Conseguir lo que es mío. 

Continuará 

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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 es la tercera parte de "Switch Up", una nueva serie para el blog, ojalá les guste.

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

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Parasites

Devon:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And by that time he was ready to pack up. 

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

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

Ugh, they’re here… 

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

“Hahaha! Sick Bro!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Haha no way!” 

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

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

“Crap!!” I scream out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The other 3 nodded their heads in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“THIS IS CRAZY!”

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

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

“Perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

I asked why? Why me?

“I’m just some nerd?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I start rubbing it all over taking in the smell.

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

Then Marshall and Mason start joining in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I got to Tanner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

When Jason, a fellow suiter told me about this guy I got quite excited, raving about his nice  beard and luscious equipment.

He had him for quite a while, turned him at a party when that guy passed out drunk, patiently waited until everyone was gone to turn him right there.

So my friend came over, leading me into the bedroom to pull out what he teased me a surprise, not knowing that it would be that guy.

My jaw literally drops when he pulled him out of a dufflebag.

"You definately didn't overexaggerate" I commented when his dangling, hollow yet already impressive junk was revealed before he carefully placed the hollow body onto my bed.

Slowly I stroke along the suit, spread infront of me on the bed, feeling his hollow dick, his hairy, nice torse, the chest, the slightly firmer nipples, the beard, leaning forward to feel his lips with mine, sliding in my tongue, imagining him kissing me as I would do once I slipped into his hull, once I became thi hunky daddy.

“He is stunning!” I marvel getting my hand under his junk, feeling it, 

“I wonder what this member have have been into upto now, literally” imagining it's size once it would be filled up again, filled up with me, my body, my pleasure, my excitement. 

“I sure had some good fun with this” Jason stated, joining my hand with his, leaning into a kiss.

"I can't wait to feel him on my body" I moaned, starting to undress me, getting off my shirt, opening up my pants, feeling the hollow skin in between, kissing Jason, feeling his hands all over me, taking the hull, holding it up for me with a smiling wink once I was naked, stepping closer to kiss him before I kiss those empty lips again, stroking along that body again before Jason turned him around, opening up his back, the entrance to yet another world of experiences.

Excitedly I lift my foot, sliding in, searching for the leg to get in, sitting on the bed to out the other foot in aswell like sliding into rubbery leggings.

As I stood up it is time for that member, and although my junk is pretty nice and fully pumped that massive tool of his still wraped over with quite some extra room. 

Excitedly we kissed again, feeling that hull around my tool, pulling up the suit to cover my torso, feeling the hairy skin over mine, loose still, before I slide in my arms into those manly limbs.

“I love his build!” I stated, imagining his strong arms, sliding in my fingers into his big hands, wiggle them, injoying the feeling. 

Then we kiss once again as the only thing left is that hairy face, dangling down my chest before I get it up, seeing those eyewhiles from the inside, the nose, the mouth with a little bit of the full beard visible, taking in a musky smell before I dive in, pulling that mask over my head, adjusting those wholes over my features, slightly damp, kinda warm, hugging my head beforeI feel yet another kiss through that loose mask while fingers search for the opening in my back, knowing, that once it is closed the suit would merge, transforming my body to that stunning build until I would be that guy, until it no longer would feel like a suit but my own body.

“Ahhhh…” I groan, hearing that new voice out of my throat, his throat“ this is perfect”...

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.

Happy Valentine’s Day you horny people. Just picked up this bodysuit from the shop and can I say he’s now my favorite in my collection. Anyone wanna help me test him out?

Possession: Revenge

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. NSFW content, NO -18 minors allowed.

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

𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 (English version)

My name is Sebastien. I used to think my life was perfect, I had a good job, my physique was average but not too bad, and I had a nice boyfriend named Dustin that I had been with for almost four years, and i love him so much.

And everything was perfect. Until it went to hell with Dustin cheating on me.

《 I don't think you're up to being with me anymore. Your body doesn't appeal to me, I need to be with someone who does be desirable 》

And that's how it ended and I found out she was cheating on me with Alberto. A guy I had met at the gym and had been dating for at least half a year.

The news that my supposedly perfect boyfriend had been staring at my face for all this time hit me harder than I would have liked. I neglected my body, gaining several pounds and looking less than neat, which ended in my being fired from my job. Debts were piling up, and I couldn't do anything but wish I could stay in bed all day because of how I felt.

My life was going down the drain, all because of Dustin. An indescribable hatred began to spread throughout my soul, I wanted revenge. That afternoon I went out to buy groceries with the last of my remaining savings, before finally spending the last penny.

I was returning home, sad, even considering ending it all. I was about to enter the house when I saw a box in front of the door, it was a package. I picked it up in surprise, checking the details. Surely it was for another neighbor, however, the data corresponded to me, even though I hadn't ordered anything.

I entered the house hesitantly, leaving the package on the table. I couldn't stand my curiosity any longer, so I ended up opening it, only to find a note inside and a deep blue bottle inside.

《 Drink it, let karma act and all your problems will disappear. 》 I tried to look for something else in the box but that ambiguous note and the jar were all there was.

– It must be a bad joke.

I muttered to close the box and leave it there. The rest of the day passed normally. Until I heard a knock on the door, it was already night, and when I looked out, my heart skipped a beat. It was an eviction notice for not having paid the month's rent.I had nothing left. No boyfriend, I had lost my physique, no job, not a penny and now I had lost my home.

I sat in the living room, defeated. For a moment there was nothing but nothing in my mind, until I saw the box. I opened it again to take the jar. What did it matter?I had nothing left, I couldn't lose anything else. I uncorked the bottle, taking the liquid all at once. For a moment I felt nothing, until suddenly the most horrible pain you could imagine hit me.

I felt as if I was burning with fire, and at the same time. As if all my bones were being crushed, I fell to the ground in pain. Writhing, I clenched my fists, hatefully remembering Dustin's face until I finally passed out. The next thing that happened was really strange. It was like some sort of out-of-body experience. Only I wasn't in my apartment anymore, I was somewhere else... Opening my eyes made me a little dizzy. Not quite understanding what was going on. I looked at the ceiling, apparently I was lying down. I felt a soft bed, strangely... I felt light, with more energy and vigor, I got up carefully, finding a mirror in front of the bed. I was startled to find the reflection of another person. However, later I understood that this was my new reflection... every action I did, the reflection came back to me. And it wasn't the body of some stranger, it was Alberto's body.

– Well, well... - I murmured with a somewhat teasing smile, beginning to caress my new body. His defined muscles, innocent face, pecs and arms, all in the right place. Not an ounce of fat, muscular, cute and cuddly.

I continued with that exploration, slowly moving my hand down my abdomen to my pelvis, gasping as I felt my new crotch. No doubt he was big, but there was something that caught my attention more: his ass. Round, smooth... gosh, it even seemed to bounce at the slightest movement.

I smirked at the sight of the body of the guy Dustin cheated on me with, completely under my control.

– You like stealing other people's stuff, don't you? - I murmured caressing my pectorals, as soon as I touched a certain sensitive spot, I couldn't help but let out a gasp that was surely heard all over the place - Oh, so you're sensitive, huh? - I said against the mirror, mocking.

Maybe I didn't want to agree with Dustin, but geez... Alberto certainly had a nice body. With one hand I caressed my new abdomen, feeling my abs, and the other, I decided to stick about three fingers in my new mouth, leaving a wet sensation in them the more I licked them.

– You're a slut, aren't you Alberto? - I murmured panting. I pulled my fingers out of my mouth, causing a trickle of saliva to drip out. I immediately moved to the closet, starting to take out different clothes like an orange sleeveless top.

I loved the way it looked, highlighting my new pecs and my new arms... How good my boobs looked. I was drunk with lust; trying on more and more clothes, or even gestures, I didn't care how silly or ridiculous Alberto looked, he would now do whatever I wanted. He would be my muscle-bound, idiotic puppet if I wanted him to be.

It was like letting my imagination run wild in its darkest splendor. A blue, full-body gym suit was what caught my attention.

How tight it felt, remarking each thing in its place.... The huge bulge that was marked, I didn't know if it was all this or it was the nature of this body, but it felt so hot.

I changed clothes again, finding a Spiderman costume. That made me feel even more excited, in my previous body, not even in his best days would I have gotten to look like that, but now.... Now it was Alberto.

And he was so sexy, from now on he would be nothing more than a muscular fool, showing off his ass and his other attributes to other men left and right. He was so hot...

I was about to grab my new cell phone when I heard the apartment door open.

– I'm home! - I heard Dustin's voice. I could only smile with a mischief-laden expression...

Bingo.

To be continued on...

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