Wavell’s Vacation 2

Since you love it when people expanded your storyline, please allow me to entertain you about Cas because this is right up my alley @onelinerbust

Something extraordinary happened to me earlier today. As I smugly grin with my roommate to our enhanced reflection in the mirror, my mind wandered to 10 hours ago when that hit me.

My fingers, stained with Cheeto dust and smelling faintly of lukewarm ramen, hammered away at the keyboard, lines of Python code blooming on the screen like digital weeds. The hum of the server rack in the corner was my white noise, the flickering monitor my campfire. This was my life, resident basement dweller in a leafy, aggressively liberal campus more interested in protesting free speech than actually engaging with it.

My world consisted of logic gates, late-night coding sessions, and the occasional awkward conversation with a teaching assistant about why my sorting algorithm was eating up more memory than a browser running Chrome. Social life? Non-existent. Romantic prospects? Laughable. I’d spend my weekends huddled in the dimly lit computer lab, bathed in the cool glow of screens, while the rest of the campus pulsed with parties and… well, whatever else regular college kids did. I wouldn't know. Regular wasn't in my programming.

*bzzzt bzzzt*

Little did I know back then, it was the catalyst. It was a rarity for someone to message me, most of the time people reached me through the more accessible socials, message to my phone number usually ended up as spam. But something – a flicker of boredom, maybe – made me pick it up and unlock it.

The message was long, rambling, and…...weird.

“Cas, wake the fuck up. This is a trick, you are NOT a spineless soyboy. You’re supposed to be a GOD, remember? 🤯 Alpha💪🏻. American 🇺🇸. White 🫵🏻. You have all it takes to become the God that you are destined to be! 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸 This is not it! Look at you, pathetic. Remember gridiron glory? Friday night lights? The roar of the crowd as you, Chad ‘The Crusher’ Kensington, leading your team to victory? 🏈🏈🏆 Remember the cheerleaders, their pom-poms a blur, their eyes hungry for you? Remember the taste of victory, the scent of their slick pussy🍑😏, the adoration in their eyes when they kneel to your greatness🍆💦🧠? You deserve it all. It’s your birthright. This woke bullshit campus is trying to neuter you, but deep down, the alpha is still there. Let him out. Unleash the beast 😤👹👹 They want weakness? Show them power. They want equality? Show them hierarchy. They want gentleness? Show them dominance. Go take what's yours, Chad. Grab your crown and spoil, king 👑, you know I'm right and you approve this message! 😤😤

The message was punctuated with emojis – flexing biceps, crowns, American flags, and an unsettling number of suggestive faces. My brow furrowed. This had to be some kind of elaborate prank. Some right-wing troll farm had probably gotten hold of my number. I was about to delete it when a strange warmth spread in my chest. Like a shot of something potent and unfamiliar.

It started small. A tingling in my fingers, then a tightening in my gut, like I'd just downed a gallon of protein shake. My vision sharpened, my glasses become an obstacle so I took it down. The code on the screen, which had been a comforting blur of familiar symbols, now seemed almost… insulting. My shoulders straightened instinctively. I flexed my fingers, and there was…more there. Definitely more. Concerned, I decided to make a dash to the bathroom, trying to relive myself and not disturb the others with my painful groan

As I entered the empty, secluded bathroom, that was when it hit.

It wasn't a slow transition. It was a goddamn reality shift. One second, I was Cas, the hunched-over coder, the next…I trembled on the floor as my body screamed with a new kind of awareness. My skin flushed with heat as it gets tighter, stretched over something hard and defined. Muscles. Real muscles. Not the flabby kind that comes from hauling bags of chips from the store to the dorm. These were….sculpted....powerful, dare I say.

Despite my attempt to look at my surroundings and begging for help, I only let out a weak, pathetic whimper as my gaze dropped to my swelling arms. I ripped off my oversized, stained hoodie, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams. The skinny, pale limbs I’d known my entire life were gone. It was replaced by thick, corded arms with veins popping under my now tanned, still-white skin. I managed to get some control over my trembling, swelling form, as I pushed myself to stand up. Then, as if a truck just hit me, my reflection stared back from the dirty bathroom mirror

It wasn't me, I thought rightaway, but a painful glitch hit my brain and I relaxed afterward.

The round, soft face was gone. Sharp angles had emerged – a strong jawline, high cheekbones. My eyes, which had always been a bland, watery blue behind thick glasses, were now a piercing, intense steel-grey, framed by this intimidating, darker eyebrows. My boring, unimpressive thin brunette with signs of receding hairline, had thickened, styled into a coiffed, blonde cut that framed my face perfectly. And… holy shit, my chest. I was enamored by the sight of it…defined...yet pillowy too, definitely the kind of pecs that can hypnotize anyone that stared at it for too long

The rest of my torso were equally outstanding, rippling with muscle and power beyond even my wildest imagination. A six-pack, for Christ’s sake! I ran a hand over my stomach, feeling the hard ridges beneath my skin. It felt… alien. And utterly, undeniably amazing.

Below the Adonis belt… well, let’s just say things were… proportionately enhanced. The message hadn't lied. Eight inches? Minimum. This wasn't just a physical transformation. It was…fundamental. A complete rewrite of my being.

And the memories…they flooded in, vivid and visceral, like a lifetime I’d somehow forgotten. Friday night lights. The roar of the crowd. Me, Chad Kensington, throwing a perfect spiral, the ball whistling through the air, finding my receiver in the end zone for the winning touchdown. Cheerleaders chanting my name. The hot press of bodies in the locker room, the smell of sweat and victory. The adoring gazes of girls, lining up for a piece of me.

Chad Kensington. That's me now. That had always been me. And this Cas memory… this weak, nerdy shell, this “Cas,” was just some… aberration. A glitch in the matrix, finally corrected.

A surge of pure, unadulterated testosterone pulsed through my veins. I thought to myself, this is power. This is dominance. This is what I was meant to be.

I remembered that I reached down, gripped myself through my sweatpants – they were suddenly too tight, too strained at the seams – and started to stroke hard, the phantom memories of cheering crowds and eager pussy fueling my hand. Chad Kensington, college star. Chad Kensington, panty-dropper extraordinaire. Chad Kensington, alpha male supreme. The image solidified in my mind, burning hot and real. I came hard all over the bathroom, my streak of thick, white cum painted the tiles, the mirror and even coagulated at the sink, the force of it surprising even myself, the false memory of adoration and conquest washing over me like a tidal wave.

When I finally opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, I realized that this would the very last time I would be jacking off to my dick in such a pathetic state. My baby batter would not be wasted in an empty, secluded bathroom like that so I quickly put my clothes back on and dashed to the computer lab to made my exit from the confine of that oppressive cage.

As I entered the lab, I remembered it suddenly felt… suffocating. Small. Pathetic. It wasn't my place anymore. Chad Kensington didn’t belong in a basement coding Phyton and shit. He belonged out there, dominating, conquering, taking what was rightfully his.

"Chad, what took you so long?"

Yeah, that was fun. Ramsey......did that pathetic TA really tried to intimidate me with that furrowed brow of his and confined me with bureaucracy BS? Well, he better be fuckin' jacked first before starting to act tough to me. Then, my brain started working. Maybe Ramsey can be less of a whiny, judgy TA if he received the message, so I just forwarded the message to him and smirked as I told him that I sent my reason to his personal messenger and I need to get the fuck out of here ASAP. He turned around and started to read the chat, and from the small glimpse that I managed to peek, the message is different from what I received! That's when the realization hit me. I legit mouthed "Damn" to myself as I realized that it's adaptive......like, that shit can change based on who read it. That revelation made my head spin, that message was indeed some fucking precisive, hi-tech work there. But the effect seemed to be the same, it made the reader into its best version of themselves, because how do you explain that a fucking algorithmic TA all-in-a-sudden have the built of a jacked bull like that, huh?

As he allowed me to grab my bag and leave the lab with a knowing nod, my stomach growled – not from hunger, but from a different kind of hunger. A primal urge. And then it brought me back to this very room as I remembered Kate, Jason's girlfriend. I know Jason, my roommate, was still at his stupid philosophy club meeting as I cleaned out my table, probably droning on about existential dread and Kate.....Kate was always… around, waiting for him. She's pretty enough, in a bland, accessible way. And always subtly, almost unconsciously, throwing glances my way. I knew even from back then that it must be the fucked up, corrupt message that made me think that way because Kate would never glanced to pathetic, asocial Cas, but at the same time, I was hit by this duality as I remembered myself as NOT Cas. Of course she glanced at me, I'm Chad fucking Kensington and people will not only glance my way, they will snap their head to view my greatness.

I strode out of the computer lab, my newfound muscles rippling under my thin tanktop (which also felt alarmingly small and tight). The campus walkways felt different. People noticed me. Heads turned. Girls giggled. Guys gave me that wary, respectful nod that alphas exchanged. It was intoxicating.

When I finally arrived at my dorm room, it was unlocked, as usual. Jason was perpetually trusting, another symptom of his pathetic beta male existence, I thought. I pushed it open, and there she was, Kate, sprawled on Jason's bed, scrolling through her phone, oblivious.

“Hey,” I said, my voice deeper, rougher than I remembered. Chad’s voice.

She looked up, startled as I take my shirt off so casually to reveal the sheen of sweat that seemingly coated my body. Her eyes widened, lingering on my… physique. A flicker of something in her eyes I recognized – desire – flashed in them.

“Cas? Uh.... sorry, the room is unlocked, Jason said.....I....I can wait in his bed. You just finished with practice?” Her voice was breathy, a little uncertain.

“Chad,” I corrected, stepping closer. “It’s Chad,"

She swallowed, her gaze dropping to my chest. “Chad,” she repeated, testing the name on her lips as I can see the memory started to jog on her brain. “Yeah, Chad.”

“Jason’s not here,” I stated, knowing it wasn’t a question.

She shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her. “No, he’s… still in philosophy club.”

“Right,” I said, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my hand closing around her wrist, pulling her to her feet. Her skin was soft, yielding in my grip. Too soft. She needed to be hardened up. Tamed.

“By the way, read your phone, dropped something you would be interested to read," I said, glancing at her phone with a knowing smirk as I decided that she would be my first female guinea pig

I watched it in real time how the bland, average-looking Kate started to get way more prettier, leagues above Jason definitely, the curve gets wilder and her face really turned exactly how I imagined a sultry blonde bimbo falling head over heels for me would look like. So, after proving my little theory to be correct, that the message is transformative beyond men, I decided to test out yet another probability. Her slightly vacant eyes gave me idea as I saw a potential to create more excitement, more chaos, so I grabbed her by the chin to made her stare at me and start digging

"You get close to my roommate just to have chances to be in the same room with me, don't you? You're not the brightest girl out there, Cathy, I can see right through your play,"

Bingo, I smirked in my mind. That mind was jogging hard to made my words her reality. And since I have started anyway, I decided to take it up a notch to made my words her Bible

"In fact, you always fantasize Jason as me, right? This room smelled like me, you can taste me in the air so when you close your eyes as Jason fucked you, that mind of yours played this little game to make you think I was the one doing the fucking, huh? That's why you always come here earlier than Jason and I, you imprinted my fucking musk in your head by digging through my dirty laundry and closet so you can go through that unimpressive sex with Jason with me in mind, don't you? Well, he's not around, so why not use this time for you to just taste the real thing?"

She didn’t resist as I pulled her closer, my body pressing against hers. And seemingly taken over by her wilder, improved side, she started licking and kissing my abs

We were on Jason's bed in seconds, her clothes ripped open, the cheap fabric tearing easily under my hands. She moaned like a slut in heat, calling my name like I'm his God and only savior which fueled my dominance. It was power. It was control. It was… right.

Just as I was piledriving my cock into her now very irresistibly tight pussy, the door swung open. Jason stood there, textbooks clutched in his hand, his jaw dropping as he took in the scene. Me, thrusting hard into his girlfriend, her muffled moan filling the room.

“Cas?!” His voice was a strangled squawk.

I paused, looking up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “Chad,” I corrected again. “And you need to check your phone, Jason,”

He stared at me, bewildered, then slowly lowered his gaze to his phone, which he thankfully had in his pocket. He fumbled it out, unlocked it with trembling fingers, and then… his eyes widened. He read something on the screen, his face shifting, contorting.

The change wasn’t as instantaneous as mine had been, but it was happening. His posture straightened. His shoulders broadened. His soft, doughy face hardened, angles emerging where there had been curves. His eyes sharpened, losing their bewildered puppy-dog look, gaining a new, predatory gleam.

“Holy… fuck,” he breathed, dropping his textbooks to the floor with a thud. He looked at me, a grin spreading across his transformed face, a grin that mirrored my own. “Chad?”

“Welcome to the club, bro,” I said, nodding. “Plenty to go around.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly decent set of pecs that I didn’t remember being there before. He was still smaller than me, but… he was getting there. Fast.

Without a word, he joined me on the bed. Cathy, who had been silent and still during the initial shock of Jason’s arrival, moaned again as he climbed on top of her, his gaze now burning with the same predatory hunger I felt.

We tag-teamed her, me dealing with her now bubbly, curvy ass while Jason handled the front, his now uncut 6 inchers really bruised her throay in a brutal, animalistic act of dominance. Tears and sweat leaked out of her alongside the obvious pussy juices and saliva, but she's not really protesting despite all the shit we did to her, just… taking it. Submitting. Like the good, cheerleader slut she was. It was… satisfying. In a deeply, disturbingly primal way.

Later, after we were done, Cathy panted for breath looking like a total wrecked mess on Jason's bed as I and Jason stood side-by-side, flexing in front of the mirror. The dorm room felt… different. Charged. Alive. With power.

As my mind snapped back to the current situation and how much change I have caused, Jason's question really cause a stir in my mind

“Think this… message… can do this to anyone?” Jason asked, running a hand over his newly defined jawline.

I smirked. “Oh I know this shit can do it to anyone. But let's see how far this can go,"

I pulled out my phone, found the message, and forwarded it to the Computer Science group chat. A chat filled with other pathetic, nerdy guys like I used to be. Guys who needed… guidance. Correction.

Almost instantly, phones started buzzing and pinging around the dorm. Then, shouts. Yells. The sound of furniture being overturned. Loud, aggressive music blaring from open windows. Footsteps pounding in the hallway.

Jason and I exchanged a glance. Then we grinned. Wide, feral grins.

The campus is about to change. And Chad Kensington, along with his newly minted alpha brothers, is going to be leading the charge. My birthright, after all.

The great shift: son to dad

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

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

𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗱: (English version)

My name is David. And I hate my life…

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

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

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

And that day had gotten off to a bad start.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So one day I took pity on him.

— Aaron.

— Yes?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— I said I want you to clean my shoes.

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

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

— M-my name is Aaron…

— No. Your name is Justin.

— B-but that's not my name.

— Say it.

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

— M-my name is Ju-Justin.

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

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

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Poolside Harvest

I found this Ebony specimen lounging by the pool. It was so sunny that day, I could fill my own skin burning. I needed to acquire something with more melanin. He fit the bill perfectly. I love the way his tattoos pour over his skin. There’s nothing like a racial change to make you feel like a new man. I think his black skin will serve me well.

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.

Sólo entre nosotros (Versión Español)

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar.

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

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

Esta es una nueva historia, un poco fuera de lo que suelo escribir y algo extensa. Espero les guste, pueden dejarme su opinión en los comentarios.

Sólo entre nosotros [ Versión Español ]

Iker y Yuki eran muy cercanos, buenos amigos. Habían crecido juntos, siendo amigos desde muy temprana edad, a pesar de que cada uno pertenecía a una cultura distinta, se habían llevado bien desde el primer minuto que se conocieron.

Y de ahí, hacían todo juntos, jamás se separaban del otro. Aun cuando el tiempo avanzará y ellos cambiaran; al momento de llegar la adolescencia, Iker empezó a hacer ejercicio hasta conseguir un cuerpo bastante grande y definido, era muy musculoso y todo un éxito con las chicas.

Por otro lado, Yuki se quedó pequeño, delgado, un poco afeminado, descubrió una pasión por la moda y se identificó como gay.

Pero aun a pesar de esas diferencias, siguieron siendo amigos. Se graduaron, y escogieron la misma universidad, Iker empezó a estudiar una ingeniería mientras que Yuki se especializo en modas, después se las arreglaron para rentar un piso en una de las residencias estudiantiles para estar juntos.

Iker a veces le pedía ayuda a Yuki para vestirse mejor y sorprender a las chicas, Yuki para ganar más músculo. Siempre ayudándose mutuamente.

Aquella tarde, ambos estaban en un museo, era su "tarde juntos", una ocasión que destinaban una vez a la semana para reunirse y pasar el tiempo juntos lejos de la cotidianidad y la escuela.

— Es una exposición interesante, ¿no? – Yuki murmuró mientras avanzaban por la zona de culturas antiguas. Algunas esculturas, restos de ruinas, artilugios.

— Sí, hay cosas interesantes – Iker avanzaba a su lado, entre ambos había una diferencia de al menos 30 cm de altura. Iker casi llegaba a los dos metros mientras que Yuki se quedaba con 1.65 cm de altura.

Y nada que decir de la diferencia entre sus musculaturas o incluso sus estilos de vestir, el mexicano usaba estilos más deportivos mientras que el asiático adoraba los colores llamativos y estilos más atrevidos.

Terminaron por llegar a una zona alejada del museo, aun sin terminar. Al parecer no había nadie que estuviera cuidando, por lo qué Iker hizo a un lado un par de cortinas hacía una exposición en proceso.

— No creo que debamos hacer eso – el pequeño y más tímido Yuki murmuró.

— Vamos, es algo nuevo. ¿No te emociona?

Yuki se quedó en silencio un rato hasta por fin soltar un suspiro, asintiendo.

— Está bien... Vamos.

Atravesaron el umbral antes de que el más grande dejara caer la tela, la sala estaba tenuemente iluminada, había algunas vasijas, instrumentos y restos de rocas, nada interesante o nuevo. Hasta que Iker pareció notar algo.

— Mira eso – el moreno sonrió al ver algo al centro de la habitación. Era una clase de espejo, su marco estaba hecho de piedra, parecía bastante antiguo.

Aunque eso no era lo único en especial en el, también era una clase de espejo doble, pero que era translúcido de forma muy tenue. Podías ver tu reflejo y a la par, apenas ver el otro lado.

Los chicos, emocionados por aquel descubrimiento, se colocaron frente a frente del espejo, cada uno de un lado. Lo observaban curiosos antes de empezar a avanzar en círculos, examinando.

— Wow... ¿De dónde crees que sea?

— Ni idea, pero se ve antiguo, seguramente alguna de las primeras culturas – Iker murmuró.

— ¿Ah sí? Que inteligente eres por estudiar ingeniería – Yuki bromeo con él.

— Discúlpeme, señor diseñador, tal vez esto es demasiado para su cerebro.

Los chicos empezaron a bromear entre sí, aunque en cierta forma empezó a subir el tono de las bromas.

— Seguro que no podrías estar ni un día en mis zapatos – Yuki sentenció mientras lo miraba con una sonrisa burlona.

— Más bien tu no podrías estar en los míos, tu manicura se arruinaría al tomar una de mis pesas.

— Y tus manos torpes arruinarían mis diseños.

— Ni siquiera sabrías coquetearle a una chica.

— Y a ti te asustaría meterte con otro hombre.

Sin que se dieran cuenta, el espejo pareció cargarse con una luz muy tenue.

— Seguro no podrías estar en mi cuerpo – Iker susurró con los ojos entrecerrados.

— No durarías ni una semana en el mío.

Sin que los chicos se dieran cuenta. Una energía salió disparada por debajo del espejo hacía los pies de ambos. Después de ello, ambos salieron de la sala como si nada hubiera pasado.

Y el resto del día avanzó normal, regresaron a su habitación, cenaron, charlaron un rato hasta que se fueron a dormir.

En la noche fue cuando lo "extraño" pasó. La misma energía salió de sus cuerpos y se entrelazó entre sí, sus energías fueron succionadas y depositadas en el cuerpo del otro hasta desvanecerse.

A la mañana siguiente, el primero en despertar fue Yuki. Se sintió extraño desde el primer momento que abrió los ojos, más pesado... ¿Había comido mucho anoche? Se sentó en la cama, adormilado y sin ver bien a su alrededor; se frotó la cara.

Y entonces lo sintió.

Abrió los ojos como platos al notar sus enormes manos morenas, miró a su alrededor notando que se encontraba en la habitación de Iker y no la suya, estaba llena de algunos posters deportivos y de automóviles, sus pesas en el suelo e incluso el aroma era totalmente de él.

— Uh, uh... ¿Qué es esto?

Murmuró bajando la mirada hacía sus pectorales, los sopeso, tragando saliva. Se sentía enorme, pesado, incluso tonto.

Nada se comparaba a su antiguo cuerpo, era muy delgado y pequeño, y de la noche a la mañana pasaba de ser así a esto.

— Esto está mal, esto está mal...

Mientras pensaba en eso, escuchó un grito familiar. De inmediato se levantó para ir a su cuarto, donde vio a su viejo cuerpo enredado en las sábanas con una expresión confusa.

— ¿¡Qué fue lo que hiciste, Yuki!? – escuchó decir a su antiguo cuerpo con un acento asiático. Tal cómo él solía hablar.

Observó como él tocaba su cuerpo, sus delgados brazos, su rostro suave, incluso cómo tomaba sus mechones para observarlos absorto.

— ¿Iker?... – dijo con su nueva voz profunda.

— ¿¡Quién más sería, tonto!?

Era extraño ver al cuerpo de Yuki actuar de esa forma, siempre era reservado, callado, no gritaba casi por nada. Pero ahora, claramente era alguien más quien tenía el mando de su cuerpo.

El nuevo Yuki se colocó de pie, examinandose de pies a cabeza con un poco de disgusto en su expresión.

— ¡Amigo, mis músculos se fueron! – sólo pudo ver su contorno delgado. Palpando su pecho para encontrar algo plano, también tocó sus caderas, notando que ahí se hallaba la mayor cantidad de músculo al igual que en sus muslos.

— ¿¡Por qué parece que tu cuerpo es de chica!?

— ¡Cállate! ¡Respeta, yo parezco un Gorila! – El nuevo mexicano murmuró. Se observó nuevamente frente a su amigo está vez, acariciando sus brazos. Incluso se olfateo ligeramente. – Rayos... No está mal.

Murmuró sonriente.

— ¡Oye! ¡No ocupes mi cuerpo como si nada!

— ¿No te gusta? Porque tu nuevo cuerpo parece decir otra cosa.

Y en efecto, así era.

El nuevo Yuki tenía un asunto allá "abajo", de inmediato se tapó con la mano, con su rostro sonrojado.

— ¡No es mi culpa, es tu cuerpo!

— Pues que raro. Yo no siento que esté deseando a alguna chica o algo heterosexual por el estilo.

Una sonrisa petulante apareció en su rostro mientras lo miraba fijamente.

— ¡Sal de aquí!

Iker le dio un golpe en el brazo a su antiguo cuerpo, Yuki sólo soltó un par de risas mientras abandonaba la habitación. Volvió a la habitación qué le correspondía a su cuerpo, aun sin creer que ambos habían intercambiado.

Siempre se había sentido cómodo siendo pequeño, afeminado, muy feliz en su cuerpo.

Pero ahora... se sentía distinto. Masculino, poderoso, imponente. Se asomó en el armario de su amigo, su ropa eran licras, pantalones deportivos, playeras de compresión, algunas camisas de cuadros, todo muy alejado a sus típicos tops o playeras estilizadas.

Tomó una de las playeras de compresión para colocarselas, y extrañamente descubrió un gusto que experimentó por primera vez: Lo ajustada que se sentía.

Volvió a llevar sus manos a sus pectorales, disfrutando de lo amplios y grandes que se sentían, estaba jugando con ellos cuando Iker entró.

— Deja de jugar con ellos, no son pelotas.

— Pues parecen.

Yuki prestó atención a su viejo cuerpo, notando la ropa que traía puesta.

— Wow...

— Ni lo digas.

Murmuró el antiguo Iker un tanto molesto, ahora usaba una ropa bastante "estilizada", una camisa blanca de lo que parecía ser seda, un pantalón arreglado y una cadena dorada.

Para nada similar a lo que usaría siendo él mismo, por lo qué se sentía una especie de "Barbie Girl": Con rizos, ropa linda, piel tersa y perfume. Ni siquiera sabía cómo había terminado arreglándose así, fue cómo entrar en modo automático.

— ¿Y ahora qué? – murmuró de mal humor.

— ¿Cómo qué ahora qué? – Yuki levantó la ceja.

— Sí. ¿Iremos nuestras clases, nos encerraremos hasta ver cómo resolver esto?

El contrario se quedó pensativo, luego trago saliva al recordar algo.

— No, no... No puedo faltar hoy.

— ¿Qué? ¿Por qué?

— Tengo una presentación muy importante hoy, me lleva la chingada – dijo en un acento mexicano perfecto. Lo que dejo estupefactos a ambos. El silencio fue incómodo hasta que Yuki volvió a hablar – Es sobre mí materia de confección, debo de presentar mi proyecto final.

— ¿El vestido con el que has trabajado por semanas?

— Sí, sí. Es mi proyecto final, es el 100% de la calificación.

El ahora enorme chico se sentó en la cama, abrumado. El restante se acercó para tratar de reconfortarlo.

— Entonces yo iré en tu lugar.

— No sabes nada de vestidos, lo único que sabes es cómo quitarlos – murmuró agobiado.

— Hey, no te pases. No soy tan tonto cómo crees. Además, si pasó esto – Iker señaló su ropa – ¿No crees que pueda arreglarmelas para presentar tu proyecto?

Se miraron un rato, a lo que el ahora moreno soltó un suspiro, resignado.

— Está bien, confiaré en ti.

Ambos terminaron por salir del apartamento. Yuki dirigiéndose al departamento de ingeniería mientras que Iker al de diseño, haciendo la promesa de tratar de ser lo más parecidos a sus nuevos cuerpos. Iker no quería ver su cuerpo actuando femeninamente, ni Yuki quería ver al suyo actuando cómo un tipo sin neuronas.

Iker avanzó por los pasillos, aun acostumbrándose a sentirse pequeño, sentía que su andar incluso había cambiado, como si ahora "flotara", antes sentía que sus pasos resonaban por cualquier lado por su musculatura, pero ahora, era ágil como una pluma. Estaba doblando la esquina rumbo al salón, tenía unos 15 minutos de sobra para llegar. Cuando se encontró con un chico.

— Hola, Yuki – un chico musculoso y castaño pareció frenarlo en seco.

— Hola, Adam – le costó bastante no sorprenderse frente al chico al reconocer su nombre.

— ¿Cómo estás? Anoche ya no me llamaste – el contrario acortó suavemente la distancia mientras lo observaba fijo con una sonrisa coqueta.

— Estuve... ocupado – susurró mientras lo veía acercarse, pero parecía que estaba petrificado. Deseaba moverse pero no podía, sólo lo veía acercarse más y más.

— Es una lástima... – Iker sentía una serie de cosas al ver a aquel chico coquetearle exactamente como él solía hacerlo con las chicas – Realmente extrañe tu compañía – murmuró, empezando a acariciar sus rizos.

Y cuando menos lo espero. Lo besó.

Por un segundo se sintió asqueado al sentir a otro hombre besarlo, pero mientras más pasaban los segundos, se sentía tan natural...

Lo beso en un inicio lento, pero quería más, deseaba más, necesitaba más. Iker subió la intensidad de los besos, casi ocupando su lengua mientras aferraba al rubio contra sí mismo.

— Vaya, alguien parece emocionado. ¿Qué pasa? Estás distinto hoy.

— Nada – murmuró con una sonrisa tonta en su rostro – Supongo que es un día nuevo.

Charlaron un rato, se besaron un poco más e incluso le gustó la sensación cuando Adam lo tomó de la cintura para aferrarlo a él.

Terminó entrando al salón de Yuki, y finalmente presentó su proyecto. Era como si su conocimiento en ingeniería hubiera sido reemplazado por conocimientos en moda, sastrería, confección, sabía exactamente que tela había usado su amigo, el tipo de cierre, relieve, las caídas. Incluso había logrado una calificación perfecta en aquella exposición.

Por otro lado, Yuki se encontraba ansioso en su salón de clases, hasta que llegaron un par de amigos de Iker.

— ¿Qué onda, bro? – el típico estereotipo de deportista sin cerebro se le acercó, rodeado de al menos otros 3 tipos iguales. Yuki se quedó en silencio por un microsegundo antes de que un arranque extraño surgiera de él.

— ¡Bro! ¿Cómo estás?

Se levantó, chocó los puños con el chico e incluso sus pectorales entre sí. Jamás creyó hacer algo tan... Masculino.

E incluso lo hizo con los tres restantes, cómo si fuera algo natural en él. Habló con ellos, y una serie de conocimientos de deportes, conquistas de Iker, y más temas ajenas a él, salieron con naturalidad de su boca, además de una personalidad extremadamente masculino dónde la mayoría del vocabulario se basó en: "Bro".

— ¿Y hoy verás a Mónica? Su mente actuó de inmediato, al parecer a Iker se le había olvidado mencionar que tenía una cita hoy.

— Yep, bro – asintió – Iremos por un café en una hora.

Estaba nervioso dentro de sí mismo, ¿qué haría cuando estuviera con ella? ¿Sentiría atracción? ¿Le coquetearía? ¿Y sí terminaban enredados en...?

No, no. Trató de no pensar en ello. Su clase avanzo rápido. Siempre había sido malo para matemáticas, pero ahora parecía dominar el tema de arriba a abajo, igual temas complejos de física, lo sabía todo. Su asignatura terminó, y al parecer la cita que tenía pendiente, estaba a cinco minutos.

— ¡Suerte, bro! Mónica sin duda es un buen partido, tiene buenos "atributos" – los chicos se rieron entre sí para abandonar el salón y dejarlo solo.

Yuki se sentía agobiado, pero sabía que eso era algo importante para Iker, así que se vio forzado a ir. Terminó llegando al café y vio a la chica esperando por él: pelirroja, delgada, era bastante linda.

Aunque el chico no sintió... nada. Admiraba su belleza, sin duda, pero no se sentía atraído. Se sentó en la silla frente a ella y ambos empezaron a hablar.

Por horas.

Extrañamente, Yuki sentía una gran amistad con la chica, cómo si la química entre ellos fluyera con naturalidad.

— ¡Eres muy divertido, Iker! Pensé que serías un cabeza hueca como todos tus amigos.

— Bueno, así soy yo, supongo – sonrió ligeramente.

Su corazón latía rápido, ¿y sí ya intentaba besarlo? No estaba sintiendo ningún "impulso" heterosexual en el cuerpo de Iker. Eso le estaba preocupando, había sentido un modo automático con sus amigos, con sus materias y conocimientos... ¿Entonces por qué no pasaba ahora?

— Me alegra que seas así. Pero... Creo que nos hemos llevado muy bien y no quiero arruinar eso, ¿preferirías que quedáramos como amigos? – la chica sonrió suave.

Y eso fue todo un alivio para él. Yuki asintió.

— Me encantaría.

Charlaron todavía un rato hasta despedirse.

Yuki pensó en volver a casa pero se sintió ansioso, cómo si necesitará de algo para estar bien, entonces pensó en ir al gimnasio.

Conocía dónde asistía Iker a ejercitarse, de inmediato se puso en marcha.

Y otra vez en piloto automático empezó a hacer ejercicio, le encantaba la forma en la que sentía el bombeo de sus músculos, como se hinchaban y se volvían grandes al flexionarse.

¡Lo mucho que podía cargar! Incluso lo apestoso qué empezaba a volverse su cuerpo, cómo el sudor se impregnaba en su ropa para volverla húmeda y pegadiza. Se sentía extasiado, perdido en todas esas sensaciones.

Era poderoso, grande, enorme. ¡Sus pectorales eran tan gordos y gruesos! ¿Qué podía decir de sus brazos? ¡Qué eran fantásticos sin duda!

Sonrió egocéntrico, viéndose a través del reflejo. Casi no había nadie en el gimnasio, por lo qué sin temor, levantó su axila para comenzar a olerla, perdiéndose en sus sentidos.

— Pff... Qué apestoso... – murmuró. Sacó la lengua, comenzando a lamerse a sí mismo, disfrutando tanto el aroma cómo el sabor de su sudor.

Acarició sus pectorales, sabía que en parte todo ese actuar estaba mal, ese era el cuerpo de Iker, su mejor amigo.

Pero cielos... No era ciego. Sabía el excelente partido que era Iker aunque no fuera gay. Pero no lo diría en voz alta frente a él, mucho menos que había tenido más de un sueño que lo involucraba a él.

Y ahora lo tenía para él solo.

Continuó con aquella sesión de exploración hasta que se terminó por aburrir. Tomó sus cosas y se marchó con dirección al departamento.

En dónde Iker tenía un momento también "curioso". Su resto del día había sido relajado, tomar clases, hablar con los y las amigas de Yuki.

Descubrió lo interesante que ahora le resultaba la moda, la música pop y cosas que aunque no le desagradaban, tampoco le resultaban tan relevantes.

Incluso se tomó algunas fotos "tiernas" a lo largo del día, le estaba gustando la sensación de ser así de pequeño.

Incluso cómo otros hombres lo veían, además del claro hecho de que se había besado con Adam incluso saliendo de clases.

Sentía un impulso que parecía nato. Había visto a algunas chicas, incluso las amigas de Yuki, varias de ellas le parecían guapas y deseables en más de una forma cuando era él mismo, pero ahora.

No ponía ni la menor atención en las áreas que solía mirar cuando se trataba de una chica. Al contrario, ahora hacía eso con los chicos: Se fijaba en sus pectorales, sus grandes músculos, sus bíceps. Había visto a un chico bastante musculoso en short y playera sin mangas y casi se volvía loco ahí mismo.

Cuando llegó a casa, encontró el departamento completamente solo, aunque realmente no le importó, se metió a su nuevo cuarto de inmediato para revisar su armario.

Y empezó a probarse ropa.

Admiraba el estilo de Yuki, alguno que otro conjunto se le hacía lindo, pero jamás había pensado en usar algo así.

Pero ahora estaba usando cada uno de sus conjuntos, probando distintos tops, suéteres, pantalones ajustados, incluso se aventuro a probar la ropa íntima de Yuki, algunas eran realmente reveladoras...

Pero le gustaba la silueta qué adoptaba ahora su cuerpo, cómo se veían sus caderas o sus glúteos. Mientras más revisaba su armario y cajones, terminó por encontrar algo: Un juguete.

Se veía alargado, un tanto grueso.

Jamás había ocupado algo así, si otra clase de juguetes un poco más acorde a su sexualidad, ya que nunca pensó en meter algo "ahí".

Pero ahora sentía un impulso, tan fuerte como para ignorarlo, era cómo ese impulso de hacer ejercicio qué tenía siendo él.

Se recostó en la cama, con cuidado acomodó el juguete contra su entrada y con cuidado lo dejó ir. Soltó un suspiro y un jadeo confundido ante la sensación que daba; pensó que dolería. Pero parecía que Yuki ya tenía experiencia en ello cuando notó como logró entrar sin problemas.

Iker casi grita a todo pulmón cuando encontró por fin aquel punto sensible, casi pareció ver estrellas. De inmediato comenzó a golpear la zona como desquiciado, sacando y metiendo la herramienta, estaba moviéndose con ansiedad contra la cama, sudando y con el rostro sonrojado.

Era todo un caos, perdió completa noción a su alrededor, y por eso mismo ni siquiera se dio cuenta de que Yuki había llegado a casa.

Yuki estaba por saludar en voz alta cuando escuchó los ruidos provenientes de su habitación, ni siquiera se tomó el momento para escuchar más, sabía exactamente lo que estaba pasando.

Su corazón latía con emoción mientras daba un paso tras otro hacía la puerta abierta de su habitación, asomó la cabeza. Y entonces lo vio:

Su cuerpo moviéndose contra las sábanas, enredadas en sus pies y sin vestimenta en él, sus manos envueltas alrededor de su masculinidad, el juguete ensartado. Su blanca piel llena de gotas de sudor, el sólo aroma que impregnaba toda la sala... Fue cómo activar algo dentro de él.

— ¡Y-Yuki! – Iker abrió los ojos asustado al sentir las manos del contrario contra su cuerpo y sentirlo sobre él.

— Shhh...

— N-no es lo q-que parece, y-yo...

— Ahorrátelo.

Yuki murmuró grave, tomó las caderas de su antiguo cuerpo para sentir su piel, lo que hizo que Iker soltará un jadeo mudo.

— E-espera. ¿Q-Qué ha-haces?

El antiguo mexicano cerró los ojos al disfrutar la sensación de las manos enormes morenas qué se posaban en él.

— Te lo dije... No siento nada heterosexual en este cuerpo.

Y con eso, estampó sus ahora labios con los antiguos, disfrutando de la sensación desenfrenada de los besos y el toque entre ambos.

Se deshizo como pudo de todo lo que le estorbaba para que quedarán piel contra piel. Lo siguió besando, sintiendo cómo las manos nerviosas de Iker se abrían paso por sus pectorales, con los que jugó como tonto, presionando los relieves. Yuki tomó el juguete para sacarlo de golpe, lo que causó un aullido por Iker.

— ¿Q-qué piensas hacer?

— Shhh... Déjate llevar.

Musitó hasta ensartar su masculinidad en él de golpe, esto hizo que Iker pusiera los ojos en blanco con una sonrisa tonta, casi cómo si se le estuvieran derritiendo las neuronas. Era un escándalo, el sonido de carne pegando contra carne, los jadeos y gruñidos, el rechinar de la madera, las delgadas piernas del cuerpo original de Yuki envueltas en la gruesa cadera de Iker.

— ¡Ah!

— Dime Iker.

— ¿Q-qué?

— Dime Iker, Yuki.

El mexicano dudo un momento en responder, aunque su cerebro estaba jodido a ese punto.

— ¡Sí, Iker! ¡Sí!

Los dos estuvieron así por casi toda la noche, hasta despertar abrazados el uno con el otro.

Ya ni siquiera pensaban en cómo solucionar aquel "problema", ambos se sentían cómodos tal y cómo estaban, no había la más mínima necesidad de volver a ser quienes eran.

Iker se acomodo por completo a ser Yuki. Se volvió aun mejor diseñador, salía con sus amistades, disfrutaba de su nueva carrera y todas las oportunidades en ella.

Yuki igual se acoplo por completo a ser Iker. Le encantaba el ejercicio, los deportes, pasar tiempo con sus nuevos amigos, aunque fueran un poco "tontos" a lo que estaba acostumbrado.

Y aun mejor, disfrutaba de su nuevo novio. Ahora todo era como debía de ser, sólo entre ellos dos.

———

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

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

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

———

Switch Up: First Level

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Swith Up: First Level (English Version)

My name is Ethan, I'm going to finish high school in a few months and I feel like I didn't live that experience like I was supposed to. I always hung out with my two usual friends, didn't go to parties, didn't even have my first kiss, I hung out in the shadows, like a ghost.

With nothing in particular to be remembered, a zero to the left.

Very different from other guys at my school: popular, muscular, handsome, a hit at parties. I envied them.

I wanted to be one of them with all my might.

To go beyond being a shadow that blended in with the wall in the hallways, to be like one of those big jocks, popular guys, even those “badass” looking guys who seemed to be all the rage because of that.

— This sucks - I muttered in the library, accompanied by my friends: Logan and Miles.

Logan was a chubby guy, with a few pimples on his face and a comic geek, just at that moment he seemed engrossed in everything as he had his head hidden inside a new hero tome.

— Being in the library? - Miles asked. Thin, pale and with thick glasses that made his eyes look like binoculars, he was a genius, although he had a strange hissing sound every time he spoke.

— Yeah, what about the parties? It's high school, we should be doing other things than being confined to a library like rats.

— We're not popular for that sort of thing - Logan mused, barely peeking his head out of his reading.

— Plus no one notices us - Miles complemented, making what appeared to be doodles in his notebook.

— And doesn't that frustrate you? Don't you wish that we could have more? To have more experiences, more fun, guys at our feet.

Something I forgot to mention, all three of us are gay.

— And does it help to imagine that?… You're not going to change anything by yearning for more - Logan whispered in a pessimistic tone.

I sighed, I knew he was right. I just kept quiet, with a silence between the three of us until Miles stood up suddenly, a smile on his lips.

— Eureka! - he shouted with the notebook in hand, a loud ‘Shhh’ was heard from the librarian, to which he sat back down, but without erasing that smile.

— Do you feel good? - I asked. To which he interrupted me, speaking quickly because of his excitement.

— Better than ever, I've been feeling what you describe for three years now, it's been trial after trial, failed experiments trying to find a way to get it, but I finally got it.

— What the hell are you talking about?

— This! - he held out his notebook, showing me the contents on it. What I saw as scribbles before, now made sense: they were blueprints. There was a detailed outline of some kind of rectangular box, with formulas, calculations and other symbols that I couldn't quite understand.

— A… box?

— It is a remote control. Or so it seems - he detailed, pointing to the schematic - it is a bioelectric control, it is designed to launch a double signal that exchanges neural pulses between two individuals and-

— In English, Miles.

— It is a control that would allow consciousness to be switched between two bodies.

I thought about what he was saying. But it was impossible, wasn't it? What he was describing sounded perfectly like something from science fiction movies.

— But you'd still have to assemble it, design the parts, the wiring…

— No - he said, rummaging in his backpack to pull out a small remote control, it looked like something from a garage. With two buttons: one green and one yellow - I just had to complete some calculations.

On one side, it seemed to have a knob, around it were different numbers. Miles lifted the lid to move a couple of wires or join them together, then closed it and moved the knob, looking for a frequency, I guess.

— Still, I don't think it's something possible, I mean…. I believe in you, dude, no doubt you are a genius but I think this kind of thing is beyond….

— Your mental capabilities, Miles - and out of nowhere, the speaker seemed to be Logan. With the only detail, that it wasn't really Logan, it was me.

I found myself looking at cartoons, heroes saving the world and things my friend was reading earlier. I felt heavier, but there was something weird about it all too… I felt a different weight in my pants.

I spread my legs a little, feeling something thick fall against the chair - damn, Logan sure had something hidden between his chubby legs!

I looked up warily, finding my reflection checking my pecs. He looked at them curiously, running his hands over the flat surface as he smiled.

— Were you saying something, Ethan? - Miles said with a smirk on his lips. I looked at my new hands, completely surprised by the experience. They were very different from mine, a little more pigment on them, bigger and bulkier, with small, stubby fingers. It certainly wasn't the best body but there was something about me that sent a load of blood down there. And yes, “it” was big.

— Did you just use us as guinea pigs? - My old voice rang out, it was strange to “see” me there, clearly it was me, my same face, clothes, complexion, absolutely it was all me. But the stance, the body language, the way he spoke… it was definitely Logan.

— It was a risk he was willing to take for us, besides. I had already calculated the dangers, nothing would have happened.

— And why didn't you try it on yourself?

— And what my conscience would have ended up in the air who knows where? No thanks.

I felt a little annoyance towards Miles. But all that was… spectacular. If it had worked on us, then anything could. I could been any athlete! A class rep, one of those artsy kids or the welcoming committee, a teacher, some sexy parent. Whoever!

— And now?…

— First let me try something - Miles pointed at each of us again, first at Logan, pressing the yellow button, and finally at me, pressing the green button.

I didn't feel anything. It was just from one moment to the next watching me and the other, watching Logan. I touched my body again, feeling a little more relief at finding my correct measurements. There was one detail though, my manhood was undoubtedly stiff, almost rock hard.

I looked at Logan in confusion, to which he just shrugged his shoulders.

— It was exciting to lose almost all my weight in less than a second, sorry.

There was silence between us again. Not because of discomfort, but because of all that this implied.

— And now?

— Now you choose what to do, of course - Miles settled back in his seat, almost looking like some kind of CEO proposing a new business strategy - To continue in our bodies and the miserable life we lead, or find some body we like.

There was a bit of silence. And the first to break it was Logan.

— Let's do it.

— Great, I'm glad you're both joining me in this - a smile loaded with confidence emerged from Miles - I think we have the plan, but now the million dollar question remains. Who?

There were at least three hundred of guys in the entire high school, all grades, all clubs. Tall, muscular, thin, stocky, exchange, local, wealthy, middle class. It was like walking into a buffet.

— Do you have someone in mind for you…?

— Oh, yeah, sure. Blake Jones.

— Fuck, are you kidding?! The major captain of the sports team? - Logan was unduly surprised.

Although I partly understood. Blake was good at almost every sport, he'd been the captain of at least 4 different disciplines, king of the prom, made almost every girl nervous, teachers and moms included. He was like a god walking on earth, his plan felt like taking the body of Hercules.

— Who else? - Miles raised his eyebrow, as if the question was silly - I want him, I want that greatness.

There was something in his gaze that chilled my skin, though I understood the sentiment... Miles had been in the shadows of many things just because of his looks and the way he spoke, it was clear he wanted the perfect “vehicle” to go with his brain.

— So… I want Caleb Hawks - Logan said.

Miles let out a laugh.

— Don't make it up, it's a joke, right? - But Logan was silent - The brainless guy in school with the worst smell of all, is it for real?

Miles was right, Caleb was known for his idiocy, his bad smell and for being relatively “unpleasant”. There was something about him that could be striking, he admitted, though he didn't quite know what that something was.

— Can it or can't it? - Logan said seriously.

— Yes, yes. It's your decision, chill, man - Miles said. To which it seemed to calm down Logan, so he went back to hiding behind his comic book - And you, Ethan, who will be your prize?

My mind was working like crazy, going through all the grades, all the sports and art clubs, student associations, exchange programs, teachers? It was an endless menu of options. But then I thought of him: Ruben Hernandez.

Part of the art committee, good actor, influencer and with attributes to die for, despite not being part of any sports team, he certainly had a perfect body.

— Ruben.

— The Latino?

— Will you also give me a but?

— Not at all, I'm just surprised at your choices, folks. I thought you would pick captains and jocks, but I respect your choices.

Logan looked up, finally closing the comic book.

— So when do we start?

— Easy. Everyone hunts for what they want.

Then Miles extended the control to us, waiting for whoever would take it first.

To be continued.

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This is the first part of “Switch Up”, a new series for the blog, I hope you like it, I know this first episode was a little short, but the next ones will certainly be longer to follow the whole adventure of Ethan and his friends.

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

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Fresh Body

There is no confidence boost like when you slip on a fresh body. All my old problems melt away when I see my new reflection. There’s nothing like putting on a Latino hunk to make everything feel right with the world.

Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan

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

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

Switch Up: 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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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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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.”

Brother's Issues

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Brother's Issues (English Version)

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

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

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

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

And I was fed up.

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

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

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

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

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

I had reached my limit.

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

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

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

— What are you doing here, buddy?

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

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

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

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

— Is he making you do his laundry again?

I swallowed hard right then and there.

— Uh, yeah, yeah.

— Let me help you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theo let out a friendly laugh, nodding.

— Sure, dude.

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

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

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

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

— Sometimes you're too hard on him.

— With who? – I said a bit confused.

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

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

— He's such a loser.

— I like him, he's really nice.

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

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

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

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

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

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

— Jesus, Mark...

— Don't you love it?

— I love it, man...

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

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

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

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

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

— Theo...

I murmured.

— Shh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hello?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— So... You know?

— Yes, I do.

— Was I too obvious?

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

Without warning he kissed me again.

— But Theo...

— Who do you think sent you the mail?

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

— Why?

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

He caressed my smooth abs.

— So you like that I'm Mark?

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

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

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

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