Emmanuel

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summer Shift- Around the Neighborhood

Alex:

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

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

I probably flex them at least ten times a day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

David:

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

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

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

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

I just hope neither of the boys noticed!

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

The Great Shift has been the best thing ever!

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

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

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

To me my dads body now belongs to Andrew.

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

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

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

Alpha to Omega

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.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them, and they are used for illustrative purposes only.

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

𝗔𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮: (English version)

This is me:

Although I wasn't always like this... This used to be my body:

Or at least it was until he stole it from me. I loved how good I looked working out, how my muscles bulged and the compression shirt got tighter and tighter the more I sweated. I was an alpha, I could see how all the other men in the gym looked at me, some with jealousy, some with complete lust. If I dropped my pants in the middle of the gym, at least one would jump down and worship me right then and there. That day was not unlike any other. I was in the gym, enjoying the way my biceps were swelling as I flexed with the barbell. I could barely laugh under my breath, noticing how some people were looking at me out of the corner of their eyes, others less obvious were staring at my bulge or my chest. And what about my scent. I loved my scent, how stinky I smelled, how the stench penetrated with a simple smell.

I kept pumping my muscles, until I noticed him: He was occupying a nearby machine. At first I didn't pay much attention to him, until I noticed his outfit. He looked clingy, nothing to the imagination, barely had slightly wet skin. But there was something that caught my attention much more: his ass. Fat and round, perfectly trapped in that black and white full body suit, even the slightest movement made it bounce. It took so much not to get an erection at that very moment. But I guess I ended up giving in at some point: I remember my huge erection, sticking against the spandex fabric, making me grunt and groan low as I continued to lift those weights. I kept imagining what it would be like to have his ass in my hands, my chin against his huge ass and how tight it would feel, I was so lost I didn't even realize I was facing him.

— Are you still using those weights? — he commented in a soft tone. Up close he looked even more tempting, with his pale skin, his soft lips and those eyes hidden behind his glasses; he looked so tender. So tender as to break him.

— A while longer, yes — I grunted, widening my muscles more for him, even lifting my armpit a little. Who knows, maybe the scent would make it clear to him who would own him.

— Can you let me know when you vacate them? — the boy smiled — And. I hope you don't mind, since when do you train? I wish I was as strong as you.

— Almost 5 years — I mumbled — although sometimes it's more a matter of genetics, not everyone can have this physique. I smiled egocentrically. To which he only seemed to laugh softly.

— I'll say. Well, I'll see you later then.

And without further ado, he turned his back to me to move forward, wiggling his fat ass in the process. Damn, I wish so hard to had him. The routine went on as usual, and he seemed to disappear from the gym.

After finishing the last set, I grabbed my towel, discreetly sniffing my stench, I advanced to the bathrooms, I would stop by before showering and changing. At that hour there was almost no one there, so I took the opportunity to advance to the penultimate cubicle. I sat on the toilet, noticing a hole in the wall. 

《 Fuck.... is that a glory hole? 》— I could only think to myself. I moved closer, noticing how there was someone on the other side. I smiled. I stood up to immediately put my hard cock in that hole, first I felt nothing... until the wetness of his tongue welcomed me.

I gasped, smiling.

Whoever was on the other side of the wall was doing excellent. I could feel him devouring my 18cm cock, gagging, stroking it and swallowing it again like there was no tomorrow, listening to his moans, but not saying anything.

— Do you want milk, bitch? — I murmured. I only heard a soft gasp which I took as a yes. To which I started to thrust my cock in and out to fuck his throat.

I started to feel a tingling in my abdomen, I was so desperate to come in his mouth. However, an electric sensation was also in the air. I moaned, starting to come in his mouth, but instead of feeling pleasure, I felt as if I was detached from my soul. In a desperate attempt, I managed to pull back to separate myself. 

It was completely useless, as it all ended up getting lost in a deep black. 

When I opened my eyes again, I felt a liquid in my mouth, with a bitter taste that I immediately spat out, accompanied by a strange sensation that invaded me, ignorance; I looked around me, without recognizing the place where I was now, everything being very dark and big.

Had I shrunk?... No. I looked down, noticing that I was on my knees. No. I looked down, noticing I was on my knees, got up as best I could, but still felt small, vulnerable and weak. What the fuck had happened? From the cubicle next door, I heard a strangely familiar laugh, and then I heard him slam the door to run out. 

What was going on? I dizzily stepped out of the cubicle. It felt like I was raw, to which I brought my hand to my head.

— Ugh... — I muttered. 

But a soft voice was what sounded instead of my usual deep tone, I looked at my hands, noticing hands that didn't belong to me: my hands used to be big, strong and rough, but now I found myself with soft, thin and small hands. I immediately looked in the mirror, noticing that boy from before.

— What?...

I moved closer. To the mirror, noticing that boy's soft and delicate features, his arms, which although marked didn't feel anything like mine, his thin chest and curly hair. He didn't even have a single speck of hair, and his scent was too faint, smelling more like his cologne which seemed to have notes of citrus. 

I knew I should be perfectly upset, angry about what had just happened. But something in me...felt different. I brought my hands to my new pecs, gasping at the slightest touch. It was as if this boy's body was always aroused, even the slightest brush against my clothes made me shiver. I wanted to explore myself right there. However, a very strange feeling for me of embarrassment lodged in my chest.

So I better check my suit pockets, finding a locker key, I timidly walked to the locker area and then opened the drawer with the key. Finding a backpack, wallet and other things. I opened the wallet, finding an ID. Apparently my new name was Max Jones.

I headed for the exit once I found the address of my new home. It felt different being on the street, I no longer felt strong or manly, I felt small and seen by everyone, men noticed my new fat ass, how it was marked when I walked. Something inside me felt bad about how they looked at me, but another, I was completely turned on.

I ended up arriving at that apartment, it looked well arranged, a bit of a contrast to my old apartment that was always in disarray with dirty clothes everywhere; I could not stand it any longer and ended up taking off my suit, leaving only what seemed to be a green thong that highlighted my ass even more.

I knew it was all wrong. That that wasn't my body, that I didn't act like that...but this body. It always seems to be horny, like in heat. I started rubbing myself against the couch, panting. My hands went to my new ass to caress it.

— Shit, yeah...

I had never been passive in my old body. I didn't like the idea of being submissive to another man, I loved being the dominant one, being worshipped. But now... it felt so strange.

Like all I wanted was something in my ass. I stroked my entrance through the thong, panting, lost in pleasure; it seemed my neurons couldn't take any more, as if this body was always horny, or in heat. I moaned, enjoying the sensations of just rubbing myself. I wanted more, I needed more.

I immediately stood up to walk to the boy's room. I was so horny... but strangely ignored my phallus, although, it was erect and seemed to measure about 16cm, I wasn't interested in touching it. I was interested in touching my ass, squeezing my fat buttocks, or sticking my fingers in my hole. Fuck... What was happening to me?

I approached the boy's closet, finding a myriad of revealing clothes or clothes that I was merely curious to try on his body.

I was so lost in excitement that I didn't even pay attention to when the phone vibrated. I looked at it closely, noticing the message from an unknown number.

My old number.

“Hey, bitch. or should I call you Max now? I guess you were right about this body not being earned by just anyone, I look good, don't you think? Haha.

That wasn't body, but the original Max, or who knows who, traded us and escaped. Good luck dealing with being a bitch with hormones raging, you won't think about anything but cock if you don't get fucked. 

Whatever. Thanks for the body, bitch.”

And he added a picture as a reminder:

I groaned as I read how he talked to me, I loved that he treated me like this. I picked out more clothes that would fit this new body, that would show off my huge ass. It didn't matter how masculine I was in my previous body, now I just wanted to be treated like the slut I was.

Once dressed, I made a Grindr account, took pictures of myself, eager for the thousands of messages from muscular men ready to use me as their dump. Once I found one I liked, very similar to my old body, I messaged him:

—  Hi, daddy;)

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not an English speaker, so I used a translator to bring it to your language (apologies if the wording is a bit weird). If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments.

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

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You planned to keep this one for two days. He was rather an interesting catch, entirely accidental. You initially took over his father, jumping into his ass crack while he was lifting a dumbbell for a deadlift. You took the body home, then explored it with your tongue, finding the trails of sweat he worked up during his training. You pumped his cock until you blew a load, then just strutted around his house free ballin’. You didn’t notice he son had come home until you was standing before you mouth agape.

You rushed to him and kissed him on the mouth, because you were his father and you just wanted to show him you loved him, plus you just didn’t care. This wasn’t your body and this wasn’t your house. You could do what you wanted, but when his son didn’t return the kiss and instead tried to push you off—and succeeded—you decided to just jump ship. You grabbed him by his waist, a small boy compared to his daddy. You tore off his workout shirt, a wife beater torn off at the midsection to show his belly button and abs—initially why you thought he would like being kissed—what straight male would wear something only bitches would flaunt? And you mount him like the stallion stud this body wanted to be by how much bitches this man has slain with his cock. You pump yourself into your son, his abs flexing and his ass tightening with each thrust into his virgin boy pussy. You’re sweating on him and he’s grunting and struggling to move under your weight, but you hold him in place with your muscular thighs as you begin pumping your seed into him. He smiles and begins to moan sensually—he was beginning to convert as you start to enter him from the dad’s dick into his ass. Soon your vision changes and you’re on all four as your new dad jackhammers your ass. You feel yourself cum onto your workout shorts and you hold your father’s hand which are wrapped around your chest. Soon your father falters and falls on top of you.

You fall to your side and he collapses into a puddle of his own sweat.

Man, you think, your ass is rekt’d. But it feels good. You feel cum ooze out and stain your underwear. This new body is perfect. It’s more muscular and tone than the dad, and the cock is larger by comparison. You almost feel bad for the father. Used for only an hour before being discarded as a suit of skin for a brand new model.

You decide fuck it. Maybe someone else will find the skin and get use out of being a hot dad for a day. But aside from that, his son will suffer the same fate. After two days, you plan to scrap this skin and find something new. Why not? Why be tied down as one hot guy when you can be a hundred?

The Academic Successor

Professor Harold Whitaker had long surpassed the boundaries of academia, delving into the arcane, forbidden arts that lay hidden in the forgotten tomes of the university’s basement. It was in one such text, a brittle manuscript bound in skin, that he discovered the secrets of astral projection and possession. In his failing years, his once-sharp mind now dulled by age, Harold had grown resentful of his waning physical strength and the relentless march of time that no man could outrun. But knowledge, he realized, offered a loophole.

Andrew was the professor’s favourite student, young, strong, and full of potential. A quiet, disciplined athlete, he excelled in both his studies and in his physical pursuits, the perfect vessel for Harold’s ambitions. The old professor’s plan had taken years to refine, every detail, every nuance of the incantation memorized and practiced in the stillness of his secluded study.

One night, when the moon hung heavy and full in the sky, Harold began the ritual. His ancient, brittle body collapsed on the dusty floor as his spirit tore free from its cage of flesh. The sensation was exhilarating—his soul no longer confined, free to roam the ether. He soared over the city, the dormitories, the sleeping students, until he found Andrew.

The boy slept soundly, oblivious to the force that hovered above him, a darkness that seeped through the walls of his consciousness. Harold waited, savoring the moment before he surged forward, flooding Andrew’s mind, his essence intertwining with the young man’s. There was a brief struggle, Andrew’s subconscious thrashing like a trapped animal, but Harold was relentless, pressing, squeezing, until finally, the resistance ebbed away.

When Andrew opened his eyes, it was Harold who looked out through them. He felt the strength in Andrew’s limbs, the taut muscles beneath smooth skin, the youth and vitality that had been lost to him for decades. He reveled in it, stretching, flexing his fingers, relishing the sensation of power coursing through this new body.

There was a moment of heady triumph, and then Harold—now Andrew—moved to the mirror. He took in the reflection: the boyish, chiseled features, the strong jawline, the eyes still glazed with the residue of sleep, but now with a sharper glint of intellect that was purely Harold’s. The sight filled him with a dark satisfaction.

He smirked at his reflection, flexing his new muscles. The reflection in the mirror was pure, raw potential—his to mold, his to control. The plan had worked. This body was his now, and with it, the promise of a second life, stronger and more virile than the last.

In a moment of vanity, Harold—Andrew—grabbed his phone, feeling the slick, cool glass in his hand, so unlike the heavy tomes and crumbling parchment he had been accustomed to. It was almost too easy, taking this body, this life, and making it his own. He raised the phone, aiming it at the mirror, at the image of youth and masculinity that now belonged to him. With a smirk, he captured the moment—a memento of his triumph over death, over time, over the constraints of his feeble, aging body.

He marveled at the picture on the screen. Andrew’s eyes—now his eyes—glinted with a knowing arrogance, a touch of mockery. The way he stood, arms behind his head, a casual display of power, was all Harold. He admired the sleek blue briefs, the way they hugged the boy’s—his—thighs, the powerful line of his legs, the way they showed off the musculature he had long envied.

Satisfied, he dropped the phone on the bed and stepped back to admire himself in the mirror once more. This was his body now. He ran a hand down his chest, over the tattoo—Andrew’s tattoo—and smiled, knowing the boy was screaming somewhere deep inside, unable to take back what had been so easily taken from him. Harold savored that thought, the helplessness of it all, as he flexed once more, feeling the power of his new flesh.

His gaze drifted down to the bulge in the blue briefs, the outline unmistakable, thick and substantial. A low, almost amused chuckle rumbled in his chest as he traced the outline with his fingers, the sensation both familiar and entirely new.

“Well, well, Andrew,” he murmured, the words dripping with both mockery and admiration. “You’ve been hiding quite the beast, haven’t you?”

He let his fingers linger, tracing the thick curve, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric. The way it responded to his touch was intoxicating, a powerful reminder of the youth, the virility he had reclaimed. Harold’s grin widened, more wicked now, as he watched his reflection, reveling in the mixture of Andrew’s athletic build and his own dark, twisted intellect.

“How did you manage to keep this under wraps?” he teased, his voice a low purr, dripping with false surprise. “I had no idea you were packing such a weapon.”

He gave a soft squeeze, feeling the heft, the undeniable presence. It was exhilarating, this new power, this potent masculinity that was his to command. Harold reveled in the irony, how this shy, disciplined boy had hidden something so primal, so raw, beneath that reserved exterior.

“You’ve been keeping secrets under those books and papers, Andrew,” he whispered to his reflection, his fingers tracing the shape again, more deliberately this time. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure it gets the attention it deserves.”

Harold’s eyes remained fixed on the reflection, the intensity of his gaze unyielding. The sight of Andrew’s body under his control, every muscle responding to his touch, sent a shiver of dark satisfaction down his spine. He watched the reflection with an almost obsessive focus, the way the chest rose and fell with each breath, how the abs tightened under the press of his hand.

He increased the pressure, his strokes becoming more deliberate, more intense. The fabric of the briefs stretched, outlining every inch of the hardness beneath. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of power and pleasure that surged through him like a current, making his breath hitch.

His other hand roamed upwards, gliding over the sculpted contours of his chest, feeling the solid weight of muscle, the way the pectorals tensed under his fingertips. He traced the line of his abs, each ridge defined, sharp under the skin, the core of an athlete. It was intoxicating, the sheer physicality of it, the realization that this strength, this vitality, was all his now.

His hand slid lower, tracing the tight ridges of the abs, feeling the power coiled in the core, the promise of force and control. The intensity of his strokes increased, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his new body. His eyes never wavered from the mirror, locked on the sight of his—Andrew’s—body responding to his every whim.

He could see the veins standing out on the forearm, the muscles flexing in response to the movement, the way the chest heaved as the pleasure built. It was all so perfectly aligned, the physical power of youth combined with the ruthless intellect of a man who had mastered the forbidden.

“Look at you,” Harold whispered to the reflection, his voice thick with both admiration and lust. “You were great as a student. But now… now you’re perfect... I’m perfect.”

The hand on his chest traced the sharp lines of his collarbone before sliding back down to meet the other, both hands now working in unison, increasing the intensity, feeding the growing heat that spread through his new body. His breath came faster, more ragged, the anticipation building with each stroke, each touch.

Goddamn, Andrew,” he whispered, his tone dark with both awe and twisted humor. “You’ve been sitting on this and pretending to be the quiet, unassuming student all this time?”

He squeezed again, feeling it throb in response, the fabric straining. There was a surge of triumph in Harold’s chest, a sick pleasure in knowing this was his now—his to explore, his to use. His eyes narrowed as they flicked back to the mirror, catching the incongruity of the reflection.

The thick, strong frame, the athletic build, the powerful presence, all undermined by one glaring detail: Harold’s old glasses perched on Andrew’s nose. It was a clash of identities, the young man’s face paired with the unmistakable mark of an aging scholar.

He snorted, unable to hold back the laugh that bubbled up. “Look at you, Andrew,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to stroke. “A beast between the legs, and you still manage to look like a damn dork with these things on.”

With a deft movement, he pulled the glasses off, tossing them carelessly onto the bed. Without them, the reflection sharpened, Andrew’s features fully realized, leaving only this powerful, youthful body in its wake.

“Much better,” Harold murmured, admiring the image now, his hand still working through the fabric, slow and purposeful. “Now you look like what you really are, Andrew—a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And I’m going to enjoy every second of being inside this skin.”

Harold’s eyes blazed with possession, a dark hunger as he watched the reflection, every muscle in the young body straining, responding to the relentless pace he set. He could feel the power, the potential, the sheer force of what he had claimed, and it thrilled him to his core.

This was what he had worked for, what he had sacrificed for—this body, this life, this control. And as he pushed himself closer to the edge, he knew one thing with absolute certainty: he had no intention of ever letting it go.

Possession: Revenge

𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧: This story contains explicit content and themes of possession, mind control and body swapping, with a sensual and erotic approach. If this type of content is not to your liking or you are not old enough, we recommend that you do not continue. NSFW content, NO -18 minors allowed.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them, and they are used for illustrative purposes only.

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

𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 (English version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– It must be a bad joke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bingo.

To be continued on...

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not an English speaker, so I used a translator to bring it to your language (apologies if the wording is a bit weird).

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Switcheroo 7- Good Boy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the underbelly of a city that thrived under the cloak of night, there was a tale that would chill even the most hardened of souls. It began in the confines of a maximum-security prison, where a man named Vincent, known for his cunning and ruthlessness, orchestrated his escape. Vincent was no ordinary criminal; he was a master of manipulation, with a mind as sharp as a razor's edge.

After his daring escape, Vincent found himself a fugitive, hunted by law enforcement and desperate for a new identity. He turned to the digital world, where anonymity was king. Using a stolen phone and a vague profile on Grindr, he crafted an allure that was irresistible. His target? An unsuspecting man named Luke, who was drawn in by Vincent's charm and the promise of an unforgettable night.

They met at an abandoned warehouse, the perfect lair for Vincent's dark intentions. The place was a relic of the city's industrial past, now a silent witness to Vincent's twisted plans. The air was thick with dust and the scent of rust, but Luke, blinded by desire, saw only the shadows as romantic dimness.

The encounter began with the usual dance of seduction, but Vincent's intentions were far from ordinary. With every touch, he was not just seeking physical connection; he was seeking possession, a way to merge his essence with another to evade capture forever. The act was brutal, a display of raw power and dark magic. Vincent's goal was not just to dominate physically but to merge his spirit with Luke’s, to become one with him in a way that transcended the physical.

As the night deepened, the warehouse echoed with the sounds of their encounter, a mix of pleasure and pain, of dominance and submission. Vincent's eyes, usually cold and calculating, now burned with an unholy fire. He whispered ancient words, words that should never be spoken, as he sought to bind his soul with Luke’s.

The ritual reached its climax, and in a moment that defied reality, Vincent seemed to dissolve into Luke, his body merging with the other man's in a way that was both horrifying and mesmerizing. When the deed was done, Luke was no longer just himself; he was a vessel, a new identity for Vincent, who had successfully escaped not just the prison but his own body.

After the possession, Vincent, now within Luke’s body, stood in front of a dusty mirror in the warehouse, admiring the new form he had taken. Luke’s body was a canvas of perfection in Vincent's eyes, a stark contrast to his previous rugged appearance. He ran his hands over the smooth, unmarred skin, feeling the strength in the muscles, the vitality that coursed through veins untouched by the harshness of prison life. This body was a prize, a new beginning, and Vincent reveled in the sensation of being someone else, someone unburdened by his past.

Curiosity about his new identity led him to Luke’s phone, which lay discarded on the floor. Unlocking it with a face that now belonged to him, Vincent delved into the digital life of his host. The phone opened up like a book, revealing Luke’s world. There were messages from friends, work mails, plans for meetups, and photos that painted a picture of a life filled with joy, travel, spice and connections.

Vincent scrolled through Luke’s social media, absorbing the personality, the likes, the dislikes, the history. He found family photos, a testament to a loving home, something Vincent had never truly known. There were reminders of birthdays, anniversaries, and simple joys like coffee with friends or a new art exhibit. Each piece of information was a puzzle piece in understanding who Luke was, and by extension, who Vincent would now pretend to be.

The next morning, the warehouse was empty, save for the lingering echo of what had transpired. Luke, or what was left of him, walked out into the daylight, a new man with Vincent's mind and memories. The city would never know of the dark magic that had been performed within its boundaries, but the legend of Vincent, the man who escaped not just prison but his own skin, would become a whispered tale among those who dared to delve into the city's darkest secrets.