Fresh Body

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.

New Year, New Body

I was traveling for New Year’s, so I wasn’t expecting to do any hunting. But I always keep a syringe at the ready just in case the opportunity presents itself. When I found this cowboy in the gas station bathroom, I knew I found my target. He was washing his hands when I plunged the needle deep into his bicep. I started stripping his body of his clothes as he was still deflating. I finished up as soon as the seam appeared on his back.

I stepped into his still warm husk. It cling to me and stretched under my larger frame. When I started the sealing process, I began to simultaneously shrink down to his smaller frame and bulk up to fill his muscles. It was a familiar process, but still painful with a hint of pleasure. Painful in the initial transformation process, but pleasurable in the reliable erection that I got when the process was complete.

I originally only went into the gas station to grab some refreshments. I can’t forget those or my husband won’t ever forgive me. He would already be slightly annoyed for the delay. But when I walked up in my new skin, he was pleasantly surprised. It’s only right for the new year to get a new body. I think I’m going to enjoy having this cowboy and my collection for years to come.

Switch Up: Ethan's Relief

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Switch Up: Ethan's Relief (English Version)

- And what are we supposed to do? - I muttered with Miles walking beside me, but he just had a smile on his lips, huge and wide-eyed.

- This is perfect! This is the invention of the century! This almost beats electricity! - Miles was absorbed in his thoughts, with that little smile without even paying attention to his surroundings. I snorted in annoyance, still moving along the corridors beside him.

- Do you have any idea where to find Blake?

- Steve Jobs must be turning in his grave!

I narrowed my eyes, noticing that he clearly wasn't going to pay attention to me.

So I took a hallway to the right, not sure if Ruben would be there, but he almost always was. What was there to lose?

Miles kept chattering with every step we took, until we ended up in the auditorium.

A somewhat dark, large space, the stage at the front with a dim light illuminating it, the seats at the front. There seemed to be no one there, we were about to turn around when I heard something behind the curtain.

- Don't you think we're in trouble? - a familiar but unrecognizable voice rang out.

- We are rehearsing, what would be the problem?

And there it was. Ruben's voice, I recognized the accent perfectly.

You see... I had been in love with that guy since we entered high school, he was new. Just back from exchange, with his smile and his brown skin.

We barely exchanged words in first year, he used to be almost a mystery, he spoke little but had a peculiar charm. “Latin's Flame” they began to say in the corridors; and when he entered the theater workshop, he became popular.

The theater seemed to give him an inordinate confidence, far away was that boy who spoke little and seemed to be supplanted by another who was full of friends, almost fed by the girls (and some boys) drooling over him while he played Romeo or some theatrical shit.

And he was even further out of my league than he already was. I've never known if he's gay, he's never had a girlfriend but maybe he's not interested in it; there have been thousands of rumors of girls who flirted with him and received the occasional kiss, date or even gift, but nothing that could be confirmed.

From the curtain he emerged. In some sort of denim attire, he didn't know what plays were about to open this month, but the way the camisole clung to his chest and arms was a delight.

- Why did we come for him first? - Miles muttered with annoyance.

- Because you kept praising yourself, keep quiet.

He just let out a snort before standing still in the shadows. I keep watching carefully what was going on, from the curtain emerged another figure: Alan.

A member of the drama club as well, perhaps not as prominent as Ruben was, although he had his charm....

The biker vibe certainly helped him a lot.

Alan stood in front of the dark-haired man to slightly adjust his suit.

- We are still occupying the theater without asking.

- Don't be such a crybaby, teacher Rivera had an accident and will be absent for two weeks, just as long as we have to rehearse before the play. It gives me confidence to use the stage.

- Pff... As you wish, Hernandez.

Alan was next to him on the stage, they went over lines while Ruben moved and the other one checked him with script in hand.

- If you plan to do something, it's time to do it - Miles muttered. We both started walking down between the seats at a slow pace, my heart pounding a thousand beats a second.

- So what's the plan? There are two of them.

- So are we

- No offense but I don't think you can against Alan's strength and the help of my body.

Miles narrowed his eyes. Then he rummaged through his backpack carefully until he pulled out a rope, I raised my eyebrow.

- I don't want to judge your tastes but I don't think this is the best time for that

- That's not what I brought it for, asshole. It's to immobilize your original body so it doesn't pose any danger before we get away from here.

I was about to complain when Miles stuffed who knows what in my mouth, tied my hands and then my feet.

I sat there with a frown on my face, looking at him with some anger.

- You'll thank me later - He said, pointing at me with the controller and pressing the yellow button - I hope you're ready - He pointed at Ruben later and clicked the green button.

Suddenly, my eyes met the light of the stage, to which I had to cover myself with a slight grunt of annoyance. There was a certain silence, although I seemed to hear murmurs, it was like being underwater, I knew that something sounded around me but I could not distinguish it.

- Ruben? - I finally heard Alan murmur. I turned my eyes towards him, and before he could answer. I saw my chest. Well-formed now, broad, thick... I couldn't even look away from the two fat bulges that were now forming in my shirt - Ruben, are you all right?

He spoke again.

- Huh? Yes, yes, everything's fine... - I whispered, unable to take my eyes off my new body. I smelled Ruben's cologne, rather, my new cologne. It took all the strength in the world for me not to let out a whimper, but I was getting impatient... I wanted to smell myself like crazy, to touch myself. God, I wanted to see what was behind those pants!

Quiet again.

- Well? Aren't you going to say your lines again?

- Y-yeah, sure. I-I... - I mumbled. It was clear I had nothing, I didn't even know what that play was about.

- Dude, are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary? You look really weird.

- No, no, not at all.

- Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary? I think it's important that... - he was gently approaching me until his eyes rolled back in his head for a second, his expression became vacant and then seemed to return to normal, he blinked, looked at me and then rolled his eyes in disgust - Fuck, I thought he was never going to shut up.

- Alan? - I asked confused.

- Don't be ridiculous, it's me - the apparent Alan stepped off the stage to walk in the dark, with me following him.

- Miles? But how?

- Until you finally think, genius - He continued to move forward until he reached the area where we were before, he bent down to pick up the controller. Beside him, our original bodies moved with discomfort and confusion, trying to do something beyond just being tied together.

- Did you... immobilized yourself?

- Yes, yes, then you ask about it.

It was strange to see Alan acting that way, while, he wasn't extremely nice, he wasn't arrogant like Miles used to be either. So seeing Alan with his shoulders back, his chin up and that know-it-all look on his face was strange.

- What now?

- Geez, Ethan! - he came back on stage - Occupy your brain a little! It was plain to see what you wanted to do with Ruben's body, do it. Now you can.

For a second I hesitated about what to do. Somewhat self-conscious of the presence of Miles, or of Ruben and Alan himself who were trying to move.

I was about to just run away, but.... I'm not that scrawny, cowardly, loser nerd anymore, nope. Now I'm Ruben Hernandez, the sexy Latino that everyone fantasizes about while watching his plays.

Flexing my arms, feeling my big, thick biceps widen through my clothes, I smiled. My hands came to rest on my pecs and then squeezed them, my senses seemed to touch the sky. My expression became goofy as I squeezed and fiddled more with the reliefs.

I quickly removed my shirt, exposing my abs. I lifted the relief of the pants a little to see the guy's hidden masculinity.

- He's huge! - I said excitedly. He looked thick, dark and somewhat hairy, I couldn't imagine Ruben being so hairy down there.

I was about to touch myself again when Miles took advantage, grabbing me by the waist to pull me close to him and start kissing me. At first I reciprocated until I pushed him away as far as I could.

- What's wrong with you, Miles?!

- Nah, my name's Alan, dude.... - he murmured - And I don't know, I think I have needs today that you can perfectly solve.

We kissed intensely, his hands roaming all over my body and skin. He immediately threw himself against my neck to start kissing and licking it, my body trembling in reaction.

- Don't you like it, Ruben? - he whispered to look me in the eyes

- Yes, yes I like it - I answered to take him by the cheeks and to press our lips in a chaotic kiss. It was a tangle of sloppy kisses, tongues and saliva.

A noise sounded from the door, as if someone was about to enter. I immediately grabbed Miles to hide us behind the curtain, it wouldn't be a good idea to be found with two guys tied up.

That after all, nobody would do anything if they found “Miles” and “Ethan” in such a situation, it wouldn't be the first time that happened, they wouldn't pay attention to what they said, less when accusing two guys of theater. But it was better not to leave any traces.

We ended up leaving through the back of the auditorium, but not before taking the backpacks and suitcases that Ruben and Alan brought with them. We ended up in the gym locker room, apparently empty.

- Man, that was great!

- You're telling me - Miles said sitting down. With those airs of superiority

- Although.... Why did you kiss me?

- Ruben's body is hot, plus having you in it opens the door to so many possibilities.

- But weren't you going to take Blake?

- Yes

- And why are you inside Alan?

- Because he's hot and you needed help.

- Did you do it for me?

- Yes... And he pissed me off a couple of times so that's why too.

She picked up Alan's suitcase to open it. His smile brightened as he looked inside, starting to pull out clothes by the pile.

- What are you doing?

- This is full of sportswear! - She pulled some shorts to her face, gasping at the scent. Surely they were soaked with sweat, he immediately stood up to start taking off what he was wearing and change into a compression suit, olive-toned but leaving everything on display.

He cupped his bulge, with a satisfied smile. Then he lifted his armpits to begin sniffing himself, licked his skin, enraptured by her scent and taste.

- Are you just going to stand there? - There was something in his gaze... I don't know how to describe it but it was enchanting.

I also took off what I had brought to change, a purple sleeveless sport shirt, a little loose. But it showed from my arms to part of my abs and pectorals.

- You stink, Alan... - I muttered, closing the distance between us.

- So what's the problem, Hernandez? - he said indifferently.

To which I grabbed him hard to press myself against him. He let out a sharp gasp that made me raise my eyebrow, he was a little embarrassed, but I seemed to love it. As if something was activated for the first time in me.

- Come here.

I immediately started sucking and biting gently, which caused him to let out a sigh, I grabbed him with some force as I started touching his buttocks.

- N-no... W-wait - He tried to mumble - I-I want to be w-whoever is on top....

I let out a laugh at the comment.

I loved Miles very much, no doubt he was my best friend besides Logan, but this was the perfect opportunity to take revenge for all the times where his arrogance got in the way.

I didn't even answer him, with my new strength I managed to slam that suit down, no doubt he looked fantastic, but it was in the way of everything I wanted to do.

I bent down a little to gain access to his pecs and the relief in them, beginning to suck and nibble on them. Alan's voice and gasps echoed throughout, eager for more.

It was then that I noticed the reflection behind us, I never thought I'd see these two doing something like this. But here we were.

Which made me even more ecstatic.

I suddenly peeled off, which left Miles with an expression somewhere between awkward, hot and desperate.

- No, no. On your knees - I said authoritatively.

He watched me with a glazed look and immediately dropped to all fours. I could only lift my shirt to show him my abs.

I didn't even have to order him anything this time, he just pulled down the elastic to get his mouth going. Licking and sucking like desperate, it almost sounded like a dog drinking water.

- Your taste... - he murmured, sticking out his tongue a little more - It tastes very salty...

- Do you like it? I left it like this especially for you, Alan

- I love it....

And he immediately pressed himself against me again. We went on like that for quite a while, rubbing each other like crazy until things evolved and everything ended up all over the floor of the dressing room.

The pounding between our skins and the sweat that permeated the air, only increased the volume of the shocks.

- Ah!" Miles almost howled, Alan's entrance felt so tight, ready to serve me.

- You love it, don't you? Imagine if that's how I had you during the play - I growled - Let the whole school know that biker Alan Wood is nothing more than my belonging.

And I gave another hard thrust that thundered loudly, accompanied by a loud gasp.

- Yes! Yes!

- You want it in, don't you?

- Please yes, give it to me Ruben! Please!

And without further ado. I ended up spilling all my seed inside him, it seemed that the body I now inhabited had abstained from these things, because I ended up releasing loads of thick substance.

“Alan” just lay there on the bench with his breath hitching and gasping, a mess between his sweat and my own load.

I kept exploring the clothes inside Ruben's bag to change, it smelled just as stinky as the old one, but who cared? The new Ruben had many improvements that he was eager to show the world.

Miles ended up rejoining me after a while, he was about to clean himself when I stopped him.

- Nah, that's how you put your clothes on.

- How funny... - he muttered sarcastically, again he seemed to be himself - You're crazy if you think I'll listen to you.

He reached for a towel but I snatched it away from him.

- I told you no.

- What the fuck are you talking about, Ethan?!?

- Ruben, you mean.

- Give me the towel to wipe myself!

I didn't even answer him. I rummaged through the inside of Alan's bag until I found a black sport shirt, which seemed to be what stunk the loudest in the bag, plus some shorts.

- Put them on.

He looked at me angrily, but even he knew he had lost, so he had no choice but to listen to me.

We both left the place, Miles still annoyed as we made our way down the halls. It felt fabulous to feel everyone's stares, smiles, even a casual “hey”. Finally we weren't invisible!

- Don't be annoyed anymore - I said softly.

- Shut your mouth.

- As if you didn't like it.

- I liked it. But now I stink...

- You're not even going to stay in that body. And you said I annoyed you several times, right?

Miles watched me for a split second, as if he had discovered the missing equation to a problem. A smirk immediately tugged at his lips.

He flexed his arms, seeming to show off in public, flashed his sweaty armpits, and stopped caring about everything that stank. Advancing with a mixture of pride and mockery in himself down the aisles.

Some girls looked at him quizzically, but other guys? They almost drooled over him.

He pulled out his phone, rummaged through Alan's gallery for some typical photo of which his Instagram was plagued.

And she decided to upload a new post to all her networks with a simple text:

《 I guess you don't know what you're missing until you get hard. Lol, bye girls, my body only belongs to stinky men who are thirsty for me 》

His phone went crazy after that, but he chose to ignore it. We advanced to the library, where Logan was still waiting. Or well, “Caleb.” Sitting with his arms casually flexed, sniffing and smiling every time he took another puff.

He looked up to see me, smirking, apparently he hadn't even noticed “Alan”.

- Hey, handsome - he winked at me, smiling. That didn't last long, though, as he started sniffing like a bloodhound - What's that smell...? Smells like... - his gaze finally focused on Alan - Miles, is that you?

- Save it, Logan.

He sat down across from him. If the stench smelled strong to me, I couldn't imagine the glory in which Logan now found himself.

- Weren't you going to be Blake?

- Yes, it's an emergency stop, still following my plan - he muttered grumpily.

- Anyway... "Ethan" and "Miles" were taken to management after they were found, apparently they might get suspended for "substance abuse" after they were raving ridiculous things - Logan grinned mischievously.

On the one hand I felt bad about Ruben's fate, he hadn't done anything to me, he was just my crush. But I couldn't take it back...

- And “Logan?” - Miles asked.

- Ah, that buttery - The new Caleb bragged with a laugh - He's more dominated and awkward than ever, almost hypnotized, I'd say.

I sat next to the guys, it was unreal to think that just a few hours ago we were loser nerds, and now we were taking the place of popular, muscular, attractive guys.

- So what do you plan to do now, Miles? - I dared to ask him.

- Get what's mine.

To be continued

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Spinoff: The Man That Lost Everything

The finale. Read the previous part here

Thomas sits in the back of Detective Wade's car, his hand clasped and his statuesque, long legs found itself to fit into the back of the small FBI sedan. But despite feeling uncomfortable, he's at peace knowing that he's doing the right thing by eventually snitching on Cole after years of mental and physical torture inflicted by his stepfather and his goons. Heck, even hundreds of miles away and he still tortured by Cole's accomplices, but it's not going to be long before he can take a full, relieved breath when all of his tormentor captured in this sting joint operation led by Wade's FBI unit.

He informed Detective Wade about this possible shipment from the cartel in this abandoned port around 1 hour from their hometown. He still remembered when Cody first drove him all the way to the abandoned port. The ride was rough and felt very long because not only the roads were in bad shape, Cody forced Thomas to "hide his head" to not alert the police by resting his face right on Cody's sweaty, mesh shorts right on his bulging crotch. He knew it was a blatant cruel lie from Cody because why would the police cared about him, but not like he could fight himself against the 6'3" 245 lbs towering blonde hunk

He made that kind of trips around 11 times but stopped altogether last year, yet he still remembered vividly the way to reach the place and the usual schedule of shipment. Thomas got this info because as far away he tried to move out from Cole's sphere of influence, with him still in the Air Force, he practically heard his own compromised leaders talked about this shipment. Shipment days are also usually when the whole crew gathered for plan adjustment and whatnot from what Thomas learned, so it's the perfect time for an ambush to catch them all in one sweeping move

Heavy rain splashed the car's window and limited the vision for the night drive, but Thomas still believed that everything is still going on according to the plan. Rain won't stop those thugs, he thought, his head rested to the window as the sound of the rain lulled him with sense of security. Thomas missed out the fact that Detective Wade and his partner are grinning from ear-to-ear cupping their stolen hard-on thinking how fun the night's going to be when they will all circle the poor and naive Timid Tommy when they drop this act sooner or later

Acting as if he never visited the port, Detective Wade asked Thomas with a slight smirk to lead the direction once they reached a more beaten path. Thomas, obvious to the trap he's walking himself in, directed the detectives with excited detail to the point of it sounded like a sickening child giddily receiving his present

"Oohhh....be careful, there's a hole 150 meters from here,"

"You want to take the right side of the street for 500 meters until you see this signage because the left side is badly damaged,"

"It's so dark but I know there's a sharp left turn in about 75 meters, watchout!"

Wade rolled his eyes everytime Thomas warned him, the shrill sound really just asked to be punched or something, Wade thought to himself. But, he managed to keep his cool and finally arrive at the abandoned seaport complex

"Well, here we are. I think we should go on foot, the rain stops already," Detective Wade said as he opened the car door and walked out to the wet, muddy soil

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I will direct you guys from the back, then?" said Thomas as he checked all his belongings before exiting the car

"Uh huh, we need to keep you safe, Thomas. Let me and my boys do the work. I will also ask for the naval and aerial backup to start flying now," Detective Wade said as he checked his guns and reached for his cellphone while proceeding to talk to his fellow detective

"Naval and aerial backup?" asked Thomas as he gets out from the left side of the passenger door, putting distance between him and the two detectives

"Yeah, boats and helicopter. We need to surround the entire area anyway. They are nearby so it will take them less than 10 minutes," said Detective Wade with his back still facing Thomas, he's deep in conversation with the other officers that started to gather around him

"Wait--- but I thought that---"

"Put the vest on, okay, let's gather outside and then you can show us the way,"

"O-- ohh okay. I just, backup--- isn't this your first time----

"What did you say again, Thomas?"

"Uh.....ohh, nothing. Sorry to interrupt you. It's that way, 400 meters straight and then take the right turn. They are usually in the one warehouse very close to Dock 3,"

"Dock 3, got it. Okay boys, let's move very gently, we don't want to alert them, okay?"

When all the guns drawn and countless police officers started to yell "NOPD!" a couple minutes later, Thomas face started to brighten up. There they are......his tormentors.....all raising their hands and face looking pale as fuck. The drugs are still being processed and they are seemingly very surprised they have 0 times to reach for their weapon stash or clarify what are these bunch of rag-tag military officers and veteran doing late at night in an abandoned port. Thomas witnessed Cody being pinned to the floor and hand's cuffed, he tried to resist but it's futile as the officer pressed Cody's back with his knee and several guns clearly directed at him. The same goes with the bunch of vets in their brown shirt looking disgruntled and pissed off and there's also the active military bunch like Sergeant Jacobs, Senior Airmen Mendes, Technical Sergeant Chadstone and others that try to talk to their apprehending officers. But the grand prize of it all is seeing Cole Armstrong cuffed by Detective Wade, his facial expression turned from desolate to anger once he spots Thomas

"YOU! FUCKING PUSSY! FUCK YOU!" roared Cole, which caused Thomas to flinch yet Detective Wade quickly subdued him to the ground

"Enough with the antics, Armstrong! Thanks to Thomas, we finally captured you and your goons. You will have plenty to explain later down the station, that I can guarantee,"

"Detective Wade. I need to tell you one more thing. You can also probably tell your boys to do the same thing as what I'm about to do,"

Thomas steps closer to reach Cole and then after staring right at his deep blue eyes, he grabbed Cole's thick neck. Cole screamed in agony and tried to break free from the cuff, he screamed "no" countlessly and tried to wriggle himself free to no avail. Much to the surprised look that Thomas peeked from Detective Wade's face, there's a layer of skin beneath Cole Armstrong tanned white skin. It's glistening dark skin, albeit a bit light, like cafe latte and then with one final swoop as if taking off a hoodie, a slightly smaller head appear on top of Cole Armstrong's body

"They are all body suits, Detective. Skin of our patriotic soldiers taken and used by thugs like DeShawn Martell and his crew to advance their criminal enterprises,"

"Well, just like me," and suddenly, a left hook from Detective Wade landed squarely on Thomas face that instantly caused him to fall to the floor. His head spins like crazy and his ear ringing as he's clearly going to lose his consciousness, the last thing he heard is the loud "whoa brother!" from Shawn and the sight of the cruel smirk from Detective Wade that hovered above him

When Thomas finally wakes up, he's tied to a chair and positioned in the middle of the warehouse. Yet, everything is cleared up, no sight of the police raid or even the drug shipment, only lines of thugs standing in front of him with crumpled rubbery skin and discarded clothes in front of them. But there's no Shawn in the lineup, because he's standing behind Thomas with a syringe and only when he speaks that Thomas realized that Shawn is behind him, still in his prized Cole bodysuit

"How's my acting earlier, boy? Convincing enough?"

Thomas eyes went wide. Acting? This is merely a set-up? All of this??? Where's Detective Wade?

"Well, well, well......thinking you're slick huh, don't you boy? Do you really think it's gonna be that easy to take me down? I run this shit for almost a decade, I thought of almost all possible scenario already,"

Thomas gritted his teeth, his mind screaming in all differing direction as he's definitely not going to get out of this situation in pristine condition.

"But have to admit, Wade is close. New detective and all their excitement, I guess. Clearly he doesn't know how we run things over here, am I right, Captain Bostick?"

Like a sick, twisted joke, one of the guy, tattoed from head to toe and looking clearly from the bad part of the town then steps up to grab the rubbery suit in front of him and not long after, Captain Bostick that leads the local PD stands up buck-naked with a sly smirk

"Wade clearly didn't know how to play, lucky he's a reformed man now," the Captain said as he put on his clothes while glancing at this bleached-blonde thug.

The bleached-blonde thug that cannot be older than 22 steps to the front and grabbed the crumpled rubbery skin, donning on Detective Wade as if it's a mere overall or simple clothing

"Tada," he said with a smile as he rotated himself around and even saliciously twerk his ass as if he's not a respected FBI detectives. He put on his shorts to hide his growing uncut monster as he explained how Marquis took down the detective right after his initial interview with Thomas before swapping suits with him just a couple days ago when Detective Wade came barging through Thomas apartment

"ANSWER MY GODDAMN FUCKING QUESTION, THOMAS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF ENTERPRISES YOUR STEPFATHER RUNS? HAHAHAHHA damn, remember that shit bro? It was all me,"

Thomas felt like a he just got hit with a punch in the gut. The detective has been taken over for that long, and he didn't notice anything different.......

"I open my net wide, Tommy. My brother. My veteran friend. My active duty friend. They are not enough. So I obviously expand. The police. The rich trust fund baby that tried to sober up and stop buying shit from us. The ICE agents.....the FBI. Yeah, it's a work of a decade, but as you can see, I'm making my mark everywhere. And you naively think that I can be taken down that easy? You fool," Cole said as he then literally punched Thomas right in the gut. If not for the rope that tied him, Thomas would be slumping to the floor already

"Folks, talk to your brothers about possible switch-ups, in 5 minutes, we're starting something fun,"

As the crowd gets louder trying to get each other's bodysuit, Cole leans closer to Thomas ear to deliver the point he wanted his stepson to hear

"You've seen quite a lot and you literally snitched on my whole scheme to an FBI agent, so, this is what will happen---"

The more he listened to Cole, the paler he becomes, and he turned as white as a porcelain when he realized that all of the thugs already slid themselves inside their respective suit, looking spotless and clearlg not the type to engage in the sort of criminal endeavor happened in this warehouse. Thomas even wet himself as the last person, Sergeant Arroyo, finished with tightening his boots, his looming fate becomes closer and he can only rely on himself to get out of this situation. Cole then cut the rope that tied him and that's when Thomas started to make a run for his life, all the other men followed suit 10 seconds later as a leg-up for the scaredy Thomas. He sprinted his way to the entrance of the port, trying to get himself inside one of the cars driven by the police and FBI agents and go as fast and as far as he can. Yet, just 200 metres away to the first car, a figure wearing visible white t-shirt appeared out of nowhere from behind the parked cars and practically blocking Thomas way to reach the car.

"Hey there bud, Cole told me you'll go this way, guess you're very predictable huh,"

"Don't get any closer, I have a gun!"

"It's no more loaded, dumbass," the guy said as he lunged at Thomas, both men trying to pin each other with the stranger having the leverage over Thomas

"All these muscle you built, for nothing. Guess that's why Cole said I'll run your body and life better,"

Thomas eyes went wide with the revelation. It turned even wider when he found out that Cole is not the only one with the serum as this stranger takes out the syringe out of his pocket and start trying to jab Thomas. He tried to resist his best and fight yet just when his other chaser turned from the corner and headed their way, the stranger already jabbed Thomas right by his neck, rendering Thomas unconscious as per the deflated procedure. Just like the last time he passed out earlier tonight, a grin became his last vision, this time from the stranger. Yet at the same time, he feels it. The sense of emptiness that claws from within.....ohhh this really is the last time he's going to be alive, right? He pondered about his fate while gazing at the clear dark blue sky, life ended tragically in an abandoned, muddy seaport, yet no one knows about it since he will still be alive for his close friends and family as this thug will probably assume his identity and lived his life to the fullest. Oh, to simply have another night......must be a blessing

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Thomas Parker returned to the good grace of his stepfather, much to the delight of his mother that finally can see his two favorite person in the world live amicably. Thomas seemed to be more confident and outgoing too, the military life clearly brought something positive after all these years for Thomas, or so his mom thought. She of course has no idea that the way Cole and Thomas plus Cody bonded so well nowadays happened because they all worked for the same cause and with "Thomas" finally stop acting like a bitch, all falls into place perfectly. For Cole, this is finally a perfect family and societal setting for him. Loving wife, reliable brother and his stepson finally having the same mindset as his, not to mention the supportive friends he gathered, clearly a very great way to enjoy one's retirement

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Whoa, it's been a while since I fully finished a multi-part story LOL. As usual, thanks for the constant motivation to push through @thesuitaskin you and the others enjoying this sort of fueled me to wrap things up. Feel free to add things up like exploring more on Cody's character or other angles, it's an open book after all. I am looking at your other story with excitement but I guess this guy is my next target since I have tons of his picture that I need to use, but I don't have plot yet for it, so, a momentary break maybe?

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.

De Alfa a Omega

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

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

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

𝗗𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗳𝗮 𝗮 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮 (Spanish Version)

Este soy yo:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jadee, sonriente.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ugh... – murmuré. 

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

— ¿Pero... qué?...

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Mierda, sí...

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

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

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

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

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

Mi viejo número.

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

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

Cómo sea. Gracias por el cuerpo, zorra."

Y añadió una foto cómo recordatorio:

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

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

— Hola, papi;)

———

Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra. Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios.

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

———

Golfing With The Boss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summer Shift- Around the Neighborhood

Alex:

Before the great shift, I was a middle aged single guy and all of my neighbors thought was I weird. But the shift put me into my neighbor’s sons body. And I have to say I’ve been living it up!

My neighbors son was one of the key players on the football team and damn the kid’s built. Just look at these muscles!

I probably flex them at least ten times a day.

I’ve spent my days mostly by my pool or making sure to keep this body in shape.

One of the best parts is that I no longer need to work! Well at least my works pretty easy. I’m now on onlyfans getting paid to show off these beautiful feet.

And a lot of my fans pay a nice premium just for some personal photos.

Before I was out of shape and pretty insecure. But now I’m hot and can’t wait to show off this bod.

Although the neighbors son is pretty pissed. I always catch him trying to get a glimpse of his old body. And I don’t mind giving him a show.

The other day I caught him rubbing his crotch while staring at me. But I don’t mind. How could you not lust after this?

I guess the Great Shift wasn’t terrible for everyone. I’m pretty happy!

Now if you can excuse me, I need to go jerk off my huge cock before I have my afternoon tan.

Don:

So My neighbor David and I ended up in each other’s son body while our son’s ended up in ours.

It’s an interesting situation around. Although both of our sons seem to love it. 

Lately, we’ve been sharing a house just to manage the boys easier. And it’s been difficult.

The hard part me is trying to control my adult teen while also dealing with teenage hormones. I really forgot what it’s like to be this horny all of the time.

The other day David walked in on me jerking off. In his sons body, how embarrassing!

It was a bit awkward for sure but he didn’t say anything—probably just trying to keep the peace.

Hopefully they will figure this whole thing out because I don’t know how I’m going to control myself. Oh god! I have another boner!

David:

After walking in on Don I knew all bets were off! I’ve been fighting the urge to jerk off myself.

But after seeing him with my sons dick in his hand I knew I needed some relief myself.

It’s odd being so much younger again and even more bizarre seeing Don’s son walk around in my body. The worst part is that I think Don’s son is gay and had a crush on me.

Now every time I see my former self I have to hide my boner.

I just hope neither of the boys noticed!

Don and David’s sons (Tyler and Andrew):

The Great Shift has been the best thing ever!

Not only did we both end up in each other’s dad’s bodies but both of them are too distracted by our bodies to pay any attention to what we’ve been doing.

Most of our summer has been exploring and getting to know our new selves. We even sleep in the same bed together which makes every night fun!

It’s a little weird messing around with my dads body at night. But it’s been some time since the Great Shift happened and I don’t even think about it that way anymore.

To me my dads body now belongs to Andrew.

Another cool part is that Andrew and I will sneak out to go to bars! And no one suspects a thing since were in adult bodies.

And before either of our dads wake up we always sneak back just in time.

Man, I love the Great Shift and I’m glad I get to go through it with my best friend.