Alpha To Omega

The weight slammed down, the reverberation echoing through the gym. Kieran blinked, disoriented. One moment he was struggling with a measly 45 pounds on the bench press, the next… this. He looked down at his hands. Not his hands. These are thick, calloused, powerful. Veins snaked across his forearms like rivers on a map. He flexed, and a bicep the size of a melon bulged.

Panic fluttered in his chest, quickly overshadowed by an unfamiliar surge of confidence. He sits back up, pushing the weight away with ease. He looked around. The familiar, slightly depressing gym of the campus ini had seemingly undergone a subtle transformation. It's brighter, cleaner, and the air hummed with a different kind of energy – an energy of raw physicality.

Next to him, Daniel also sit back up with a groan that quickly morphed into a roar. He's doing the same thing - staring at his body with a mix of awe and confusion. But there's not much confusion in his eyes, more like… recognition?

"Did what?" Kieran asked, his own voice deeper, rougher than he remembered. It feels foreign in his throat. He feels like he's speaking through a megaphone.

"Dude," Daniel said, his voice a booming baritone that made Kieran jump. "Look at this! We finally did it!"

Daniel - no, Danny - flexed again, his chest rippling. "We finally look the part, man! All that work on the app... it paid off!"

App? What app? Kieran’s mind raced, trying to grasp what's happening. The last thing he remembered was messing around with that reality-bending app he found in some obscure forum. Chronivac, it said. He’d downloaded it on a whim, a late-night joke. It promised to alter reality based on user input, but he had dismissed it as some elaborate hoax. He had even drunkenly typed in his and Daniel's details and what kind of sick transformation it would be if they looked and behaved like two all-American douchebags, but he never thought this would actually happen!

Then, unexpectedly, the memories slamming into him like a tidal wave. Not memories of late-night coding sessions and rejected science fair projects. These are memories of packed frat parties, football victories, and… well, a lot of moaning and groaning from late night sexual conquests. Memories of being Kyle, the legendary party animal and Danny, the star quarterback

"Kyle, my man!" Danny clapped him on the back, nearly sending him sprawling. “Leg day next, yeah? Gotta keep these tree trunks strong.” He winked, and Kieran suddenly understood what Danny meant when he said ‘paid off’. Every woman in the gym are now looking at them, and not with the pity or disdain they were used to. No, these are looks of genuine… interest.

"Right, leg day," Kieran – no, Kyle – mumbled, trying to process the sheer audacity of what had happened. They are... them, but not them. He's still Kieran, with Kieran’s memories lurking beneath the surface, but he's also Kyle – a confident, charismatic jock with a life that seemed both incredibly appealing and terrifyingly shallow.

He feels this twinge of guilt for the life he left behind, the robotics club, the meticulously planned future. But that feeling quickly drowned out by a primal urge, a need to… dominate. It's in his blood, a fundamental part of this new, improved Kyle.

He stands up, his legs feeling impossibly strong. He looked over to Danny, this imposingly giant of a man is his best friend and also someone he really looked up to in terms of his dedication to the craft

"Let's do this," Danny said, a grin spreading across his face. Kyle sees his own reflection in the mirrored wall – messy long hair that he intended to let grow a bit more so it can become like a glorious lion mane, a chiseled jaw, and eyes that held a spark of raw, untamed energy. He smelled different too, a musky aroma that demanded attention and physique to back that up.. This is not Kieran anymore. This is Kyle Charmers, a fitting name for the charm he exudes with ease

They moved to the squat rack, drawing even more attention. A group of girls, dressed in tight leggings and sports bras, giggled and whispered as they passed. Kyle caught one of their eyes and give her a wink. She blushed and looked away, but Kyle sees the smile playing on her lips.

"See, man?" Danny said, loading plates onto the bar with effortless ease. "Chicks loves it and our bodies crave for this shit,:

Kyle swallowed, trying to reconcile the nerdy, insecure Kieran with the confident, almost arrogant Kyle. He still can sense the hum of the old Kieran in the back of his mind, the passion for circuits and code, the fear of social interaction. But the feeling is fading, replaced by the immediate, visceral thrill of being desired.

He stepped under the bar, feeling the weight settle across his traps. It's heavy, far heavier than anything he’d ever attempted before. But he didn't hesitate. He squatted, the muscles in his legs screaming in protest, but he pushed through, driven by a force he didn't understand but couldn't deny.

He stands up, the weight feeling almost light. He did it again, and again, until his legs burned and his lungs ached. Around him, the gym seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the weight, the burn, and the knowledge that he was stronger, better, more… him than he had ever been before.

After hours of intense workout, they're finally done. As they left the gym and walked towards the frat house, Kyle noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench. It's Becca, the girl he had a crush on since freshman year. The girl who barely acknowledged his existence--- Kieran's existence. He stopped in front of her, casting a shadow over her.

Becca looked up, her eyes widening. A flush crept up her neck. "Kyle?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Becks," he said, his voice a low rumble. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a gesture that felt both natural and incredibly calculated. "Long time no see."

Becca stammered, "Wow, you… you look different, Kyle,"

Kyle smirked. "Yeah, we grow up after all. And....well, some things change." He leaned closer as he purposefully flexed his body a bit, the musky aroma of sweat and testosterone he exudes filling her nostrils. "So, what are you up to tonight?" He whispered seductively, almost like a predator lulling his prey with sense of safety

Becca bites her lip, her eyes flickering between his face and his chest. "Nothing much," she said, her voice breathless.

"Perfect," Kyle said, taking her hand. "How about we change that?"

As he leads her away, he glanced back at Danny, who gave him a thumbs-up and a knowing grin. Kyle grinned back. This is it. This is the life they had always dreamed of. The life they had created.

Parasites

Devon:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And by that time he was ready to pack up. 

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

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

Ugh, they’re here… 

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

“Hahaha! Sick Bro!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Haha no way!” 

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

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

“Crap!!” I scream out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The other 3 nodded their heads in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“THIS IS CRAZY!”

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

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

“Perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

I asked why? Why me?

“I’m just some nerd?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I start rubbing it all over taking in the smell.

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

Then Marshall and Mason start joining in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I got to Tanner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rivals Inside

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.

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

Rivals Inside (Versión Español)

Mi nombre es Max. Me considero un deportista nato, siempre he destacado en cualquier disciplina física como el fútbol, el baloncesto o el boxeo.

Me considero alguien agradable y extrovertido, tal vez muy fuera del estereotipo del deportista engreído. Yo siempre trato bien a todos sin distinción, a menos que se trate de Samuel...

Samuel es un compañero de mi escuela, el chico "fashionista" del campus. Antes éramos mejores amigos, por mucho tiempo lo fuimos... Al menos hasta la preparatoria cuando él creyó que yo era muy poco "genial" para su vibra de estilo y necesitaba más amigos acorde a ella.

Sin duda me destrozó. Pero a partir de ese momento, una enemistad entre ambos surgió, en cualquier disciplina en la que ambos concursaramos, siempre teníamos un sólo objetivo: vencer al otro.

No importaban los demás, lo único importante era hacer que Samuel mordiera el polvo. Era divertido por un rato, hasta que recordaba lo mucho que extrañaba su amistad...

Hoy habría un concierto, además de ser uno de los mejores deportistas de mi universidad, también amaba la música electrónica. Había ahorrado cada centavo que tenía para comprar un boleto, y finalmente sería hoy.

Había escogido usar un croptop con un pantalón rojo ajustado y unos lentes oscuros, me gustaba cómo se me veían mis brazos.

Está mañana hubiera sido genial sin duda, si Samuel no la hubiera arruinado. Ahí estaba con un traje de vaquero "a la moda", pavoneandose. ¿Por qué estaba aquí? ¡Ni siquiera le gustaba la música electrónica! Trate de no ponerle atención, hasta que él me notó.

— Wow, ¿los gorilas sin cerebro también escuchan música?

— ¿Qué quieres, Samuel?

— Nada, sólo me es divertido ver tu cara molesta – dijo con un aire cargado de simple maldad. Rodé los ojos, apretando los puños.

En serio extrañaba a mi amigo, antes que se convirtiera en... esto.

— Hasta luego, Samuel. Disfruta el concierto.

Murmuré entre dientes para alejarme.

El resto del festival estuvo bien, apenas estaba iniciando pero al menos no me tope a Samuel en todo el día. Sólo un par de chicos actuando de forma extraña... mirando sus cuerpos cómo por primera vez, pero nada más que eso. Al caer la noche, simplemente fue genial, los escenarios se iluminaron, la música retumbaba, me sentía genial bailando al ritmo y sólo sintiendo el ambiente.

Hasta que empecé a sentir cierto mareo extraño... Traté de no darle importancia, pero entonces sentí una fuerte punzada en la cabeza. Todo a mi alrededor parecía desvanecerse lentamente, en un profundo negro, las voces y la música se escuchaban lejos hasta perderse.

Estaba por entrar en pánico al notar el negro y el silencio total, hasta que de golpe, fue como si me lanzarán de golpe contra la luz.

Inhale con todas mis fuerzas, voltee a mi alrededor, confundido y casi temblando.

— Cielos, Sam. ¿Estás bien?

Una chica de cabello rubio y coletas me preguntó asustada. Sabía quien era, su nombre era Astrid, una de las mejores amigas de Sam, la observé confundido.

— ¿Sam?...

Murmuré.

Fue entonces que noté mi voz, ya no era mi voz grave, sino un tono más dulce. Bajé la mirada, encontrándome con una complexión muy distinta a la mía, tenía músculos, sólo que muy esbeltos, de estética, no de fuerza; mi ropa era distinta, ahora traía un traje negro, sin mangas y con un paleacate, sentía algo amarrado a mi brazo y un sombrero en la cabeza... Justo cómo estaba Samuel.

Mi corazón latía rápido.

— Sí, Sam. Tú, ¿te sientes bien?

— S-sí. Todo bien, no pasa nada.

— Okey, raro... Iré por unas bebidas, ¿Quieres algo?

— No, estoy bien, gracias...

Sólo me dio una mirada extraña para darse la vuelta y desaparecer en la multitud. Comencé a explorar mi nuevo cuerpo por encima de la ropa, sintiendo mis nuevos pectorales, mis brazos... Cielos, ¿ese era mi nuevo aroma?

No me mal interpretes, Samuel tiene un cuerpo atractivo, pero no era mi cuerpo. Así que me sentía poco familiarizado a el.

Nuestras alturas eran distintas, pesos, complexiones, hasta el tono de piel. Todo era distinto, me sentía pequeño. Era como volver a aprender a caminar.

Estaba a punto de explorar mi nuevo cuerpo, pero pensé que sería demasiado extraño empezar a tocarme enfrente de todos; así que decidí ir a un baño portátil para ello.

Observé mi nuevo reflejo por un buen rato, aun estupefacto. Sentí sus pómulos, la textura de su piel, era muy suave... supongo que por todos los productos dermatlógicos que él usaba, sus mechones rubios cayendo sobre mi frente... Cielos.

Debo de admitir que su cuerpo es lindo, me gusta cómo se ve la ropa en mi nuevo yo. Flexione mis brazos, haciendo saltar el decente bíceps que ahora tenía. Levanté un poco mi axila, oliendome.

El aroma de Samuel era muy distinto al mío, olía más a su colonia qué a su hedor, no me desagradaba, sólo... era distinto a lo fuerte que era mi aroma.

Sonreí ligeramente. Podía ser que Samuel fuera el tipo que más odiaba en la faz de la tierra, pero podía disfrutar esto. Saqué mi teléfono, tomando una foto con la cara tonta.

Después salí del baño para empezar a avanzar entre la gente, esto tampoco arruinaría que disfrutará del concierto.

Volví a empezar a bailar, sólo escuchando la música y sintiendo el ritmo por mis venas.

Aunque me sentía pequeño, sin duda empezaba a notar que estar en el cuerpo de Sam comenzaba a atraer la atención de ciertas personas... o para especificarlo mejor: hombres. Algunos chicos comenzaron a acercarse y tratar de coquetearme, me gustaba la sensación de atención que estaba recibiendo en este cuerpo.

En mi antiguo yo, también recibía coqueteos, pero a veces se esperaba que yo diera siempre el primer paso, aquí en cambio... me sentía... cómo una especie de artículo en un escaparate, viendo como todos deseaban tenerme.

Flexione casualmente mis brazos, aún bailando. Empecé a pensar que sería buen momento de regresar con Astrid porque seguro estaría preocupada, cuándo lo vi:

Un chico estaba bailando al centro de la pista, flexionaba sus músculos, hinchando sus bíceps y sacando su amplio pecho, de vez en cuando sacaba la lengua en expresión tonta y sonreía. Juraba que lo vi soltar un poco de saliva mientras se flexionaba y olía sus axilas para lamerlas. ¡Carajo, ese era mi cuerpo!

Avance furioso entre la multitud, tenía al menos a unos quince chicos reunidos alrededor de él, en círculo, mirándolo cómo tontos.

De inmediato lo empuje desde el pecho, lo que lo asustó en un inicio pero en cuanto me vio, sonrió egocéntrico.

— Hola, Sam. ¿Cómo estás? – murmuró con superioridad.

Rayos... incluso tenía que voltear hacía arriba para encontrar su mirada.

— ¿Qué carajo crees que haces, Sam?

— Nah, no te confundas, bro. Yo soy Max, tú eres Sam – todo esté caos terminó por disipar al público que estaba teniendo mi viejo cuerpo, así que sólo quedamos los dos. Sam se cruzó de brazos, hinchando los mismos y sacando más el pecho – Y sólo estoy disfrutando de mí mismo, ya sabes... Disfrutando de ser un deportista apestoso sin cerebro.

Volvió a flexionar sus brazos, sonriente. Hizo una mueca boba, rodó sus ojos en blanco y dejó caer un poco de saliva antes de soltar una risa burlona.

— ¡Deja de actuar así, es mi cuerpo! – gruñí molesto.

Debió de ser totalmente ridículo ver el cuerpo de Sam actuar así.

— Y con más razón voy a actuar así.

Volví a empujarlo, aunque fue cómo golpear a una pared de concreto.

— ¡¿Qué te pasa?!

— ¡Nada! ¡Pero ve estos músculos! – volvió a flexionarse con fuerza, aunque después, metió uno de sus dedos a su axila para llenarlo de sudor y pasarlo por mi nariz – Así es cómo olemos los deportistas tontos como yo, ¿no?

Se burló. Lo que hizo que me irritara más y más.

— Sí vuelves a hacer algo, yo...

— ¿Tú qué? – murmuró seco – ¿Qué vas a hacer? ¿Vas a golpearme? ¿Vas a darme un tratamiento de skin care? No me hagas reír, Sam.

Me tenía acorralado contra la pared, por mucho que me molestara admitirlo, tenía razón. Ya no tenía mis músculos, ahora sólo era una cara bonita...

— Jódete... – murmuré.

— No, tú jódete – respondió de regreso, él acortó la distancia. Se veía imponente, molesto... pensé que estaba a punto de lanzarme un golpe, pero lo que hizo fue besarme.

Abrí los ojos con asombro y cierta parte de temor, sólo sentí como mis antiguos labios se cruzaban una y otra vez con los nuevos, dude. Pero finalmente cerré los ojos para corresponder su beso, pegándome a él con suavidad.

— No sabes hace cuanto deseaba hacer eso... – mi viejo cuerpo murmuró para volver a besarme.

Rayos. ¿Qué estaba pasando?

Continuará.

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

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

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

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Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part here!

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was a lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers honestly, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for a while but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the small table beside his chair before getting comfortable to watch some TV.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on! But as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy was quite the treat honestly. As was feeling the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was the biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that his moans only increased as I still had a small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive cock.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to its usual flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up and pulled my shorts back on before pretty much resuming where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball. Though maybe that was my recent experience as Tim Tebow speaking.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it. I’d never done anything like it before but, with Jake’s memories and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay like my current host but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back. It was during a night out with a bunch of the people here in the office. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and, since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck. He even started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but it was his boss and he was way too drunk to be consenting for sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there has been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I've never worked a proper job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my host's sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving the work on my computer before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office.

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, Jim’s calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Ahhh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I hummed while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting. He was speechless. This was gonna be fun.

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“J-Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him in the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me. Simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected. A solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside still having their lunch. He instead grunted as quietly as he could while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster and occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but surprisingly he did exactly that. In came another employee named Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease it as he tried desperately to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the cute face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked the door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk. My shoes were discarded as I slowly pulled down my pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed onto his lap before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down. The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sitting on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Soon enough I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged back inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim slammed a hand over my mouth to muffle me so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasped my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long time.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As one can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pants. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before putting my clothes back on before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could by whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking. Brushing my hand against his when we passed one another. Always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to slowly bend down to pick it up. Oh, it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home and sitting on the couch with a sigh. And with that I began my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum that spluttered across the living room floor in front of him.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be adorable?

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Sequel coming soon!

The Spy Who Lost His Body Part 3:

Fray:

I don’t know what’s going on! Yesterday, I felt like I kept going in and out of a dream.

I can vividly remember being inside of a locked room. And the weirdest part was that I was obviously not me nor was I dad!

It was bizarre because I kept trying to wake up and I felt so dizzy the entire time. That at some point— I just closed my eyes and went to sleep.

But this morning, when I woke up I was in Dad’s bed.

And I looked down at my arms and body. I knew they didn’t belong to me. But when I got to the mirror in the bathroom I totally panicked!

I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath.

Then the craziest thing happened next!

I hear somebody coming into the room, i turn around, and ITS ME!

Or at least my body.

“AHHHH!!!!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME!”

Then the imposter started talking to me.

“Fray, relax I know this is really confusing and I can explain everything to you. Just take a breath…”

“NOOO WAY!! YOU TELL ME WHO YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!!”

“I will! But you need to calm down!”

I sat down with whoever was in my body and we just sat awkwardly for a minute before he started to speak.

“So my real name is Daniel, I’m an international spy.”

“What?”

“You heard me right.”

“Uhhh so why is there an international spy in my body? And why the hell am I my dad?!?”

“Listen, my specialty and our technology back at the lab allows me to temporarily swap bodies with someone. Normally, I swap with the person who were trying to collect info on. In this case, it’s one of your father’s business partners. Something must have gotten messed up and I somehow ended up in your body.”

Wait, maybe this guys telling the truth.

“So does that mean I was in yours yesterday?”

“Yes, I assume since your dad was well himself. We were supposed to swap back late last night but I’m guessing that our team thought I was in your dad’s body and likewise with mine. And swapped you into your dad… does that make sense?”

Oh my god, this is hurting my head…

“I think so just um… a lot to take in. So we’re you going to arrest my dad or get him hurt?”

“Oh no! It’s just purely collecting info. Neither of you were supposed to know about this.”

Hmm… I’m not sure if I can trust him yet. I do think he’s telling the truth for the most part.

“So I hope theirs no hard feelings, you seem like a good kid.”

“Thanks I guess… what do we do now?”

“Well it’s a bit of a waiting game until I hear back from our headquarters.”

“Wait, you can’t just call them?”

“Uh no, unfortunately we don’t have any direct form of contact given we’re in someone’s else’s body. It could risk safety.”

“Well crap! So that means I’m stuck as my dad?”

“Um for the time being… yes.”

“Well this is just great! I’ve got a secret agent in my body and I’m trapped in my dads!”

“Oh come on Fray! Your dads not a bad looking guy. And maybe you could have fun with it…”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well you can do things that you’ve always wanted to—anything come to mind?”

I thought for a moment.

For some reason, I couldn’t help but stare at my body. It’s so odd seeing someone else navigate it.

I’m normally a shy person and this guy seems so comfortable inside of me.

Like it’s belonged to him this entire time.

I looked down at my big feet, I always get embarrassed by them. I rarely walk around without shoes on.

This guy’s just walking around half dressed like it’s normal.

“Fray? Are you okay?”

“Yeah… well no… I don’t know… it’s just a lot.”

“Well I’m here and I promise everything will get sorted out. We just have to wait, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Do you know how to cook?”

“I’m actually an excellent chef!”

“Good because I’m kinda hungry haha.”

“Well I’ll make us something. Oh hold on I got a foot cramp.”

He lifts my big foot up in the air and starts rubbing it.

Ugh, I hate my feet. They’re just so unusually large for my frame. And it’s weirding me out seeing them from another perspective.

“Hey uh Daniel, can you stop rubbing them.”

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No you’re good, I just— I can’t stand my feet. They’re probably my biggest insecurity…”

“Wait really? They aren’t bad looking. I actually appreciate them in a weird way.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong you have large feet but they look good? I don’t know the right word to use here. But you should appreciate your body for what it is Fray.”

Hm, maybe he has a point.

“Well enough conservation on the feet topic, I’ll get started on breakfast. Do you like sausage and eggs?”

“Oh yeah! And pancakes.”

“Oh solid choice! I’ll get started.”

We both head to the kitchen and it seems like Daniel has really made himself at home.

He seemed to know where most things are located.

I looked down at my dad’s hairy arms. Its still registering to me that I’m in his body.

I wonder what dad’s doing in Daniel’s right now. I sure hope he’s okay.

“So Fray, I met your friend Thomas. He’s a really nice guy, he definitely likes you.”

Wait, what did he just say?

“You met Thomas?”

“Yeah we spent the day together. Sorry, I didn’t want to risk any chance of someone noticing that I’m not you.”

“How the hell could Thomas even figure that out?!?”

“I’m sorry Fray, it’s apart of my job. I’m supposed to keep cover every time I’m in someone else’s body.”

“So what do you mean by he likes me?”

Daniel got quiet for a second.

“Hello???? Earth calling special agent Daniel!”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of this. If anything I thought I was going to wake up back in my body this morning…”

“What did you do?”

“Well… he kissed me. Actually, he kisses you. And you may have kissed him back…”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!”

“You do like the boy, right?”

God, I really didn’t want to answer this question. I do like Thomas, he’s a good friend.

And I have felt this attraction to him.

“Yeah, I guess…”

“Okay, I figured since your body was so attracted to him— why not pursue it…”

“Yeah but—”

That’s when I see my phone light up and both of us look to see who it is.

It’s a text from Thomas.

“Hey! Heading your way”

This should be great! 🙄

Switch Up: La Venganza de Logan

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 Venganza de Logan [ Versión Español ]

— Al diablo, dámelo. 

Murmuré tomando el control de su mano, examinándolo por un segundo.

— Ten cuidado, no lo tomes tan fuerte, Logan – Miles dijo un tanto nervioso, aunque tenía razón, el control era como la mayor invención del siglo XXI. 

Pero estaba emocionado. No había dicho nada sobre haber estado en el cuerpo de Ethan, ¡pero cielos! Si no me había quitado la ropa en ese momento había sido por mero respeto a mí amigo. 

Pero quería claramente quería ver cómo era tener el pecho delgado, o un cuerpo esbelto. Siempre había deseado ser distinto, lejos de... El típico estereotipo de un chico nerd: gordo, con granos en la cara, poco atractivo.

Yo también quería más. Tal cómo Ethan había dicho, deseaba tener algo más que esto. 

— ¿Y ahora qué piensas hacer? – Ethan dijo un poco nervioso.

— Cazar... Cómo dijo Miles.

A todos les pareció extraño que escogiera a Caleb. Tenían razón en que era desagradable, y justo por eso era que se había convertido en mi objetivo. Estaba harto de sus risas, sus comentarios burlones sobre mí peso, una vez incluso había eructado en mi rostro. 

Sabía que era un idiota, un patán, que casi no se ponía desodorante y que usaba su cerebro al mínimo. Sabía que había mejores cuerpos, pero quería venganza. 

— ¿Y necesitas ayuda? 

Ethan siempre era el que más se preocupaba por los otros, con una personalidad cálida y un gran corazón. Yo era un poco más reservado, callado y apenas asomándome de los cómics, Miles... Bueno, era Miles. 

— No.

Pero algo que pocas veces demostraba a mis amigos, era la parte oscura en mí. 

Una parte extremadamente vengativa y rencorosa, que estaba dispuesta a todo con tal de ver pagar a Caleb Hawks.

— Logan, ¿Estás seguro de qu-?

— Miles, ¿Cómo tengo que usarlo?

— Sólo apunta con la antena a dónde quieras que sea el primer cuerpo, luego presiona el botón amarillo. Al final, apunta al segundo cuerpo, botón verde, y eso es todo.

— ¿Y qué pasa si él se da cuenta del cambio?

Miles se quedó pensativo. 

— Hay una función pero aun no está terminada, tendría que...

— Dame opciones seguras.

— Taclealo.

Trague saliva.

En parte sabía que era una muy mala idea todo. Ir solo, apuntarle a mi bravucón con un control, esperando a que no me golpeara antes. 

Pensé en pedirles ayuda, fuera a ambos o cualquiera, Ethan podría quedarse en las sombras y sólo encargarse de apuntar y presionar botones.

Pero quería hacer cosas que sólo mi compañía podía autorizar. 

— ¿Y qué pasará con el control?

— El control se quedará en la mano de tu cuerpo original, dudo que se las ingenie para saber cómo funciona, pero debes de recuperarlo cuanto antes.

Asentí, cómo si repasara mentalmente los pasos para completar la "misión".

— Hecho.

Me giré de inmediato, saliendo de la biblioteca para empezar a caminar por el resto de la preparatoria.

No tenía ni idea de dónde podía estar Caleb, ¿clases? ¿En práctica? Era cómo buscar una aguja en un pajar. Sí, era mi acosador; pero parecía que él tenía siempre el don de encontrarme. 

Decidí salir con rumbo al gimnasio, apenas había personas en tal zona a esa hora, los demás estaban en clases, supongo.

Escuché el sonido de pesas, los bufidos de alguien, y finalmente... Estaba ahí. Caleb estaba levantando una pesa, flexionando sus brazos con el ceño fruncido, había sudor en todo su cuerpo. Estaba concentrado en sus ejercicios hasta que pudo verme por el reflejo del espejo.

— ¡Ahí estás, mantecoso! – dejó caer las pesas, con su expresión estúpida de siempre, aquella sonrisa petulante – ¿Qué haces aquí? ¿Por fin estás pensando en dejar de ser así de pesado?

Mi mano temblaba mientras lo veía acercarse más y más. La rabia hervía por todo mi cuerpo. Apunte con rapidez su cuerpo para presionar el botón amarillo, a lo que él sonrió confundido, más que nada burlón.

— ¿Y eso? ¿Es uno de tus gustos nerd?

Apreté la mandíbula, se estaba acercando, lento pero constante. Estaba a nada de lanzarse por el.

Se quedó quieto. Pero sabía que sólo era una trampa, de inmediato se abalanzó contra mí pero rápidamente voltee el control hacía mí, apunte y presione el botón verde.

De un momento a otro, observé mi viejo cuerpo. Y no pude evitar sonreír con satisfacción.

Mi antiguo rostro formó una expresión confusa propio del tonto de Caleb, y antes de que pudiera hacer algo, le arrebate el control.

— ¿¡Qué carajos!?

Observó sus nuevas manos gordas. A lo que de inmediato corrí con el control hacía los vestidores. 

Me sentía poderoso. No, poderoso era poco, ¡me sentía grandioso! Con mis nuevas piernas fuertes avance a zancadas hasta terminar en la puerta del baño, y de inmediato la azote para poner seguro.

Giré hacía el espejo, para encontrarme directamente con el reflejo de Caleb, o mejor dicho: Mi nuevo reflejo.

Momentos atrás él sólo entrenaba con una gorra y unos pantalones, siempre era descuidado con esas cosas. Usando cualquier ropa para entrenar, siempre dejando todo impregnado con su hedor. 

Me quedé congelado por un momento, hasta que una sonrisa engreída se formó en mi rostro. Levanté mi axila para empezar a oler mi nuevo aroma, sonriendo ante ello; totalmente extasiado por ello.

Acaricié mis abdominales, dejando escapar una risilla al no sentir mi antigua barriga, sólo una serie de músculos firmes. Seguí escuchando como Caleb tocaba la puerta como loco, pero eso era lo que menos importaba. 

Mis manos se dirigieron a mis pectorales, y en cuánto acaricié el relieve en ellos, fue cómo ver estrellas. Una expresión entre confusión y éxtasis se formó en mi rostro, a lo que volví a tocar esa zona una y otra vez. Un gesto tonto, casi idiota, un tanto propio del antiguo Caleb apareció en mí. 

¡Pero lo que fue mejor fue sentir lo que Caleb ocultaba en sus pantalones! Pude sentir la rigidez, cómo crecía hasta abultarse y pegarse de forma incómoda contra sus pantalones, rogando por ser liberado.

Saque su teléfono, lo desbloquee con su huella, empezando a tomarme fotos con distintas poses y caras. Algunas de perfil, enseñando sus abdominales o resaltando sus pectorales, otras con una expresión burlona, o con una seria. 

Pero lo que más me encantó, fue sacar la lengua, rodar los ojos y hacer que se viera aun más tonto de lo que ya era. ¡Tenía el destino de Caleb en la palma de mi mano! Podía arruinar su reputación tanto cómo quisiera, volverme loco de poder. ¡Todo!

Pero entonces volvió a tocar la puerta con insistencia, y no quería sólo hacerle ver a la lejanía todo lo que estaba dispuesto a cometer, no. Quería que lo experimentará en carne y hueso.

Escondí el control en una parte del lavabo del baño, y abrí la puerta para jalarlo dentro con algo de fuerza. Mi antiguo cuerpo sin duda era un tanto pesado, pero ni eso me detendría ahora. 

— ¡¿Qué demonios hiciste?! – Caleb se sacudió como un gusano en mi brazo, pero ni así solté el agarre. 

— ¿Qué no es obvio, mantecoso? – me encargue de hacer extremo énfasis en aquella última palabra, quería romperlo. 

— ¡No me llames así, perra! ¡Tú no sabes lo que soy capaz de hac-!

— ¿Qué serías capaz de hacer, Logan – Apreté el agarre contra mi vieja playera de videojuegos – Porque te recuerdo que ese es tu nombre ahora, tú eres Logan, y yo soy Caleb Hawks.

Sus ojos transmitieron terror, negando. 

— ¡N-no! 

— Sí – sonreí con pura maldad – Pero no te preocupes, creo que ya me canse de molestarte como solía hacerlo, creo que se me ha ocurrido una mucho mejor forma de utilizarte.

Lo tomé de los cabellos con fuerza, levanté mi axila y de golpe lo presioné contra ella. El antiguo Caleb soltó un quejido, y nuevamente trató de escapar, pero no. Lo haría pagar, cientos y cientos de días de que me molestara no quedarían en el olvido. 

Frote su nariz de arriba a abajo contra mi piel húmeda y maloliente, mi mano agarrada de su nuca. Por un rato luchó hasta que pareció irse rindiendo poco a poco. 

Sólo se escuchaban sus jadeos, su respiración entrecortada y cómo empezaba a lamer. 

— ¡Cielos, parece que alguien tiene hambre! 

No respondió, sólo trago saliva antes de volver a meter de lleno su rostro en mi nueva axila sudada y apestosa.

Sonreí satisfecho, jugando con él por un rato. Era más que gratificante tenerlo en la palma de mi mano, en control de cada cosa que hacía. 

— ¿Te encanta, no? – Él estaba de rodillas, con el rostro sonrojado mientras jadeaba por aire, un par de hilos de saliva escapaban de sus labios mientras mi nueva masculinidad estaba al aire – Adoras qué este cuerpo ahora esté en manos de alguien que sí lo merece, ¿no? 

Era como si su cerebro estuviera hecho papilla, apenas asintió antes de que lo volviera a tomar por la nuca para que me atendiera nuevamente. 

Estuvimos en el vestidor por al menos dos horas, hasta que terminó con chorros y chorros de materia espumosa en su boca. ¡Al parecer Caleb también tenía baldes y baldes de néctar en sus nueces! 

— ¿Quién eres ahora? – Lo tome del cabello con fuerza, lo que lo hizo jadear. La imagen era más que satisfactoria, desordenado, lleno de sustancia blanca y pegajosa, con el rostro sonrojado.

— M-me llamo L-Logan...

Sonreí. 

— Qué bueno que haya quedado claro, mantecoso.

Lo solté. Me coloque una chamarra de mezclilla qué él anteriormente usaba, y nuevamente saqué mi teléfono para tomarme fotos, revelando mi nuevo cuerpo. 

Se sentía asombroso, cambiar con Ethan había sido sólo un peldaño de toda la escalinata de placer que me estaba dando ser Caleb. Me quité el zapato, subiendo mi pie contra el lavabo para tomar una nueva foto.

Extrañamente... en mi viejo cuerpo jamás había tenido ese "gusto" por los pies, me parecía un tanto extraño, pero ahora... no podía apartar la mirada de mi pie. 

Me acerqué como pude para olfatearlo, y fue cómo la gloria... Volví a oler, notando aromas dónde antes no los notaba, y sintiendo un gran interés por mi propio aroma.

Cómo apestaban mis axilas, o mis bolas. El aroma de mis pies... Todo mi cuerpo en realidad, era cómo un elixir. Jamás había sentido algo así, más bien. Jamás había olido algo tan... perfecto.

Entonces lo entendí. 

Caleb tenía hiperosemia; un trastorno que le hacía oler los aromas aún más fuerte de lo que eran. Él estaba tan obsesionado por su mal olor porque para él olía bien. 

— ¿Así qué ese era tu secreto? ¿Qué hueles tan bien para ti, que no te importa que los otros sientan asco? – sonreí, volviendo a oler mi axila – Ahora te entiendo... Huelo tan bien.

Él sólo me miró como un cachorro hipnotizado, a lo que sonreí sin más. 

— Creo que ya me divertí bastante contigo. Pero ya me aburrí, así que nos vemos, perdedor. 

Solté una risa para salir de los vestuarios, no sin antes recoger el control. Empecé a caminar por los pasillos de la escuela, justo era cambio de clases, así que los pasillos estaban bastante concurridos.

Levanté mi barbilla, saque el pecho y avance con confianza. No me importaba no traer playera, apestar a sudor, incluso podía oler a aquel líquido blanquecino que había vertido por montones en "Logan", yo olía como la gloria. ¡Yo era asombroso!

Terminé llegando a la biblioteca. Pensé que ya no estarían mis amigos, pero ahí estaban, Ethan estaba recostado en la mesa, al parecer harto; Miles seguía haciendo anotaciones. 

Avance hacía ellos, ni siquiera me vieron venir cuando tomé a Miles por detrás para tomar su cabello. Cómo Caleb solía molestar a todos los nerds de la escuela.

— ¡Suéltame! – Trató de moverse mientras yo sólo sonreía. Ethan se despertó con angustia mientras nos miraba.

— ¿Qué pasa, nerds? Su amigo el gordo quiso hacerme algo extraño con un artilugio suyo, ¿qué tenían en mente al tratar de hacerme algo así?

La expresión de Ethan se volvió casi de terror. A lo que termine soltando una risa, afloje el agarre de Miles para sacar el control.

— Debieron haber visto sus caras.

Me senté en una silla cercana, colocando mis manos detrás de mi nuca e inclinandome hacía atrás. 

— ¿Logan?... – Ethan murmuró confundido. Miles sólo tosió mientras me fulminaba con la mirada.

— No, ahora dime Caleb – dije mientras volvía a esbozar una sonrisa egocéntrica. Mire hacia la mesa, tomando uno de mis cómics para hojearlo. Quería asegurarme de que aun conservaba mi gusto por los cómics, y así era. Lo hojee un rato esperando una respuesta, aunque sólo hubo silencio – ¿No dirán nada?

— ¿¡Qué se siente!? – Miles fue el primero en hablar. Se precipitó rápido hacía mí, listo para hacer cientos de preguntas – ¿Cómo fue, dónde está el antiguo Caleb?

— Se siente increíble – Acaricié mi pecho con arrogancia, después flexione mi brazo frente a ellos para ensanchar mi bicep. Finalmente me acerqué a mi axila para lamerla – Es sentir un sinfín de experiencias nuevas, y sobre el nuevo Logan... Espero que no lo encuentren en los vestidores o su reputación quedará sepultada para siempre.

Reí profundamente. Miles y Ethan sólo me miraron con admiración, aunque en parte sabía que también era con deseo, a lo que flexione ambos brazos para ensanchar mi pecho y grandes brazos. 

— Soy cómo un superhéroe. ¿No? – Hubo silencio nuevamente, sólo me miraban absortos – Vamos, chicos. Dejen de babear y mejor encuentren con quién podemos jugar.

Les señalé el control a mitad de la mesa, a lo que ellos se levantaron con prisa para salir casi corriendo de la biblioteca. Me quedé solo con una sonrisa burlona en el rostro.

Me levanté de igual forma. Para caminar al baño, aún no había terminado de explorar todo este cuerpo...

Entré al baño para empezar a quitarme lo que tenía encima, sólo quedando en calzoncillos. Me encantaba como la tela se aferraba a las piernas musculosas y gordas de Caleb, todo su esfuerzo ahora era mío.

Sus músculos, su hedor, su ropa, su teléfono. Todo, todo era mío y sólo mío. 

Saqué el móvil para volver a tomarme fotos, pronto estarían por todas sus redes sociales.

Su feed en Instagram estaría pronto lleno de chicos sin playera, adiós a todas esas chicas en bikini, no. Ahora estaría lleno de chicos musculosos, o twinks ansiosos por estar a mis pies.

¡Era ahora un puto dios! Con los pies malolientes, las axilas apestosas y todo el cuerpo con aroma a almizcle. Olía asombroso... Y aun mejor, podía actuar tan tonto cómo el antiguo Caleb. Aunque con la gran diferencia de que yo explotaría al máximo ser un "himbo" tonto y apestoso. 

A los chicos sin duda les va a encantar. 

Continuará.

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

Está es la segunda 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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Switch Up: Primer Nivel

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: Primer Nivel [ Versión Español ]

Mi nombre es Ethan, voy a terminar la preparatoria en unos meses y siento que no viví esa experiencia como tenía que hacerlo. Siempre me la pase con mis dos amigos de siempre, sin ir a fiestas, ni siquiera di mi primer beso, me la pasaba en las sombras, cómo un fantasma.

Sin nada en particular para que me recordarán, un cero a la izquierda.

Muy distinto a otros tipos de mi escuela: populares, musculosos, guapos, un éxito en las fiestas. Los envidiaba.

Quería ser uno de ellos con toda mi fuerza.

Pasar más allá de ser una sombra que se confundía con la pared de los pasillos, ser como uno de esos grandes deportistas, chicos populares, incluso aquellos con pinta de "malos" que por eso parecían ser furor.

— Esto apesta – murmuré en la biblioteca, acompañado de mis amigos: Logan y Miles.

Logan era un chico regordete, con algunos granos en su rostro y aficionado a los cómics, justo en ese momento parecía absorto de todo mientras tenía la cabeza oculta dentro de un nuevo tomo de héroes.

— ¿Estar en la biblioteca? – preguntó Miles. Delgado, pálido y con unos lentes gruesos qué hacían parecer sus ojos unos binoculares, era un genio, aunque tenía un extraño siseo cada que hablaba.

— Sí, ¿qué hay de las fiestas? Es la preparatoria, tendríamos que estar haciendo otras cosas que estar recluidos en una biblioteca como ratas.

— No somos populares para esa clase de cosas – Logan musitó, apenas asomando la cabeza de su lectura.

— Además de que nadie nos nota – Miles complemeto, haciendo lo que parecían ser garabatos en su libreta.

— ¿Y eso no les frustra? ¿No quisieran tener más? Tener más experiencias, más diversión, chicos a sus pies.

Algo que se me había olvidado mencionar, los tres somos gays.

— ¿Y sirve imaginar eso?... No vas a cambiar nada con anhelar más – Logan susurró con tono pesimista.

Suspiré, sabía que tenía razón. Sólo me quede callado, con un silencio entre los tres hasta que Miles se levantó de golpe, con una sonrisa en sus labios.

— ¡Eureka! – grito con la libreta en mano, se escuchó un fuerte "Shhh" por parte de la bibliotecaria, a lo que él volvió a sentarse, pero sin borrar aquella sonrisa.

— ¿Te sientes bien? – pregunté. A lo que me interrumpió, hablando rápido por su emoción.

— Mejor que nunca, estuve sintiendo lo que describes desde hace tres años, ha sido prueba tras error, experimentos fallidos tratando de encontrar la forma de lograrlo, pero al fin lo tengo.

— ¿De qué rayos hablas?

— ¡Esto! – extendió su libreta, enseñándome el contenido en ella. Lo que antes vi cómo garabatos, ahora tenía sentido: eran planos. Había todo un esquema detallado de una especie de caja rectangular, con fórmulas, cálculos y demás símbolos que no podía entender del todo.

— ¿Una... caja?

— Es un control remoto. O al menos eso parece – detalló, señalando el esquema – es un control bio eléctrico, está diseñado para lanzar una señal doble que intercambie los pulsos neuronales entre dos individuos y-

— En español, Miles.

— Es un control que permitiría cambiar conciencias entre dos cuerpos.

Me quedé pensativo en lo que decía. Pero era imposible, ¿no? Lo que él describía parecía perfectamente algo de las películas de ciencia ficción.

— Pero aun te faltaría armarlo, diseñar las piezas, el cableado...

— No – dijo, rebusco en su mochila algo para sacar un pequeño control remoto, parecía de una cochera. Con dos botones: uno verde y otro amarillo – sólo tenía que completar unos cálculos.

A un lado, parecía tener una perilla, alrededor tenía distintos números. Miles levantó la tapa para mover un par de cables o unirlos entre sí, después la cerró y movió la perilla, en busca de una frecuencia, supongo.

— Aún así, no creo que sea algo posible, es decir... Creo en ti, amigo, sin duda eres un genio pero creo que está clase de cosas rebasan...

— Tus capacidades mentales, Miles – y de la nada, quien hablaba parecía ser Logan. Con el único detalle, de que no era Logan en realidad, sino yo.

Me encontré mirando viñetas, héroes salvando al mundo y cosas que estaba leyendo mi amigo antes.

Me sentí más pesado, pero había algo raro en todo esto también... sentía distinto el peso en mis pantalones.

Abrí un poco las piernas, sintiendo cómo algo grueso caía contra la silla. ¡Carajo, Logan si que tenía algo escondido entre sus piernas regordetas!

Levanté con temor la mirada, encontrando mi reflejo revisando sus pectorales.

Los miraba curioso, pasando sus manos por la superficie plana mientras sonreía.

— ¿Decías algo, Ethan? – Miles dijo con una sonrisa burlona en sus labios. Mire mis nuevas manos, completamente sorprendido por la experiencia. Eran muy distintas a las mías, un poco más de pigmento en ellas, más grandes y voluminosas, con dedos pequeños y gordos. Sin duda no era el mejor cuerpo pero había algo en mí que envío una carga de sangre allá abajo. Y sí que "eso" era grande.

— ¿Nos acabas de usar como conejillos de indias? – Mi antigua voz sonó, era extraño "verme" ahí, claramente era yo, mi mismo rostro, ropa, complexión, absolutamente era todo yo. Pero la posición, el lenguaje corporal, su forma de hablar... sin duda era Logan.

— Fue un riesgo que estaba dispuesto a correr por nosotros, además. Ya había calculado los peligros, no hubiera pasado nada.

— ¿Y por qué no lo probaste en ti?

— ¿Y qué mi consciencia hubiera terminado en el aire quien sabe dónde? No gracias.

Sentí un poco de molestia hacia Miles. Pero todo eso era... espectacular. Si había funcionado en nosotros, entonces todo se podía.

¡Podía ser cualquier deportista! Un representante de la clase, alguno de esos chicos artísticos o del comité de bienvenida, un profesor, algún padre sexy. ¡Quién fuera!

— ¿Y ahora?...

— Primero déjame intentar algo – Miles volvió a apuntar a cada uno de nosotros, primero a Logan, presionando el botón amarillo, y finalmente a mí, presionando en botón verde.

No sentí nada. Sólo fue de un momento a otro observarme a mí y al otro, observar a Logan. Volví a tocar mi cuerpo, sintiendo un poco más de alivio al encontrarme con mis medidas correctas. Aunque había un detalle, mi masculinidad sin duda estaba rígida, casi cómo una roca.

Observé a Logan confundido, a lo que sólo se levantó de hombros.

— Fue emocionante perder casi todo mi peso en menos de un segundo, perdón.

Hubo otra vez silencio entre nosotros. No por la incomodidad, sino por todo lo que implicaba esto.

— ¿Y ahora?...

— Ahora eligen que hacer, claro – Miles se acomodó en su asiento, casi parecía una especie de CEO proponiendo una nueva estrategia comercial – Sí seguir en sus cuerpos y en la miserable vida que llevamos, o encontrar algún cuerpo que les guste.

Hubo un poco de silencio. Y el primero en romperlo fue Logan.

— Hagamoslo.

— Genial, me alegra que ambos me acompañen en esto – una sonrisa cargada de confianza emergió de Miles – creo que ya tenemos el plan, pero ahora falta la pregunta del millón. ¿Quién?

Había al menos trescientos en toda la preparatoria, todos los grados, todos los clubes. Altos, musculosos, delgados, fornidos, de intercambio, locales, adinerados, clases medias. Era como entrar a un buffet.

— ¿Tú tienes a alguien en mente?...

— Claro. Blake Jones.

— No jodas, ¿el mejor capitán del equipo deportivo? – Logan se sorprendió excesivamente.

Aunque en parte lo entendía. Blake era bueno en casi todos los deportes, había sido el capitán de al menos 4 disciplinas distintas, rey del baile, ponía nerviosas a casi todas las chicas, maestras y mamás incluidas. Era cómo un dios caminando en la tierra, su plan se sentía cómo querer quitarle el cuerpo a Hércules.

— ¿Quién más? – Miles levantó la ceja, cómo si la pregunta fuera tonta – Lo quiero a él, quiero esa grandeza.

Hubo algo en su mirada que me heló la piel, aunque entendía el sentimiento... Miles había estado a la sombra de muchas cosas sólo por su apariencia y su forma de hablar, era claro que quería el "vehículo" perfecto para acompañar a su cerebro.

— Entonces... Yo quiero a Caleb Hawks – Logan dijo.

Miles soltó una risa.

— No inventes, es una broma, ¿no? – Pero Logan se quedó callado – ¿El tipo sin cerebro de la escuela y con el peor aroma de todos, es en serio?

Miles tenía razón, Caleb era conocido por su idiotez, su mal olor y por ser relativamente "desagradable". Había en él algo que podía ser llamativo, lo admitía, aunque no sabía bien que era ese algo.

— ¿Se puede o no? – Logan dijo serio.

— Sí, sí. Es tu decisión, tranquilo – Miles dijo. A lo que él pareció calmarse, por lo qué volvió a esconderse detrás de su cómic – ¿Y tu, Ethan? ¿Quién será tu premio?

Mi mente estaba trabajando como loca, moviéndose por todos los grados, todos los clubes tanto deportivos cómo artísticos, asociaciones estudiantiles, programas de intercambio, profesores... Era una infinita carta de opciones. Pero entonces pensé en él: Ruben Hernández.

Parte del comité de arte, buen actor, influencer y con unos atributos para morirse, a pesar de no ser parte de ningún equipo deportivo, sin duda tenía un cuerpo perfecto.

— Ruben.

— ¿El latino?

— ¿También me pondrás un pero?

— Para nada, sólo me sorprenden sus elecciones, amigos. Pensé que escogerían a capitanes y deportistas, pero respeto sus decisiones. Logan levantó la mirada, cerrando por fin el cómic.

— ¿Y cuándo empezamos?

— Fácil. Cada quién cazara lo que desea.

Entonces Miles nos extendió el control, esperando por quién lo tomara primero.

Continuará.

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

Está es la primera parte de "Switch Up", una nueva serie para el blog, ojalá les guste, sé que este primer episodio fue algo corto, pero los que siguen sin duda serán más largos para seguir toda la aventura de Ethan y sus amigos.

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

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The Showers

That look you get when you walk into an occupied shower with nothing but a syringe. He was more than suspicious at this point. When I saw his tattoos and body hair, I knew I had to have them in my collection. Soon he will just be a hollow husk on the shower floor. Then I can put him on and proceeded with my next transformation.