My Brother's Friend Billy

Ghosts Like To Be Subs Too

If you told Julian that ghosts were real, then he’d probably just laugh in your face and call you fucking stupid. Ever since he was a kid, he never believed in ghosts, demons, or anything of the like. Paranormal activities were nothing more than a cheesy fantasy to him. 

His stubborn refusal to suspend his disbelief for even a second set Julian apart from other naysayers. Once Halloween season came around, everyone knew not to invite Julian to any haunted houses unless they wanted an earful of his bitching about how unrealistic everything looked. He was a buzzkill through and through. 

Julian didn’t mind being left out of the spooky festivities though. If anything, it gave him plenty of time to just enjoy himself at home. 

One night, strange things began happening around his apartment as he was just chilling in bed. However, being the stark nonbeliever that he was, Julian simply explained away everything with logic and reason. 

Flickering lights? Probably just needs new light bulbs. Sudden, cold gusts of wind? Most likely just the A/C kicking in. Random creaking and groaning sounds? No doubt just the loud neighbors upstairs.

As the night progressed, the strange occurrences grew more erratic and inexplicable. However, regardless of what happened, Julian remained unfazed. Little did he know, however, it was a ghost behind all paranormal activity in his apartment. A ghost had wandered into his residence, looking for a human vessel to take over. And what better choice for a vessel than a nonbeliever? 

Just as Julian was getting ready for bed, all of the lights in his apartment blew out, leaving him vulnerable in pitch-black darkness. Despite this, he merely groaned in annoyance and used his phone flashlight to finish getting ready.

“Goddamn it… That stupid landlord really needs to get off his ass and fix the wiring in this fucking building…”

Julian finished his nighttime routine and tucked himself into bed. He turned off his phone flashlight, allowing the darkness to swallow him whole, and closed his eyes. As he waited to fall asleep, the ghost decided to make its presence known. 

Ooooo… Ooooooo…

“Great, what now?” Julian grumbled as he sat up in bed. He was face-to-face with the smoggy ghost with pink glowing eyes. For the first time in his life, Julian had been confronted with something his sense of logic couldn’t explain. He was speechless.

“What the fuck…?”

Ooooo… Ooooooooo…!!!

The ghost made its move and charged at Julian while he was too busy trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It slammed into his face, causing Julian to fall back onto his bed with a thud. Panic and adrenaline kicked in as he realized he was in danger. Julian tried scuttling away from the ghost, but it was quickly gaining on him. The ghost positioned itself right on top of Julian’s face. He began coughing as the thick, ghostly fog enveloped his head, granting the ghost the perfect entrance into his body. 

The ghost began trickling inside Julian’s body through his orifices. Mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes, the ghost used every hole in his head. Julian convulsed and thrashed around his bed as he felt the inside of his body getting filled up with a ghostly presence. The sounds of Julian violently gagging filled his bedroom. He flexed the muscles in his throat in an attempt to stop the ghost’s main entry point, but it was useless. The ghost continued pushing its way inside of Julian despite his efforts. It was an expert in possessing other beings and there was nothing an ordinary human could do to stop it now. 

Once the ghost occupied enough space inside of Julian, it began exercising its newfound control over his body. It started by forcing him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes shot open as he felt his body moving against his command. Wanting to seal his throat again, Julian raised his hand to choke himself. However, the ghost read his thoughts and quickly used his other hand to stop him. Julian tried resisting the ghost’s control over his body but to no avail. His throat relaxed and his mouth hung wide open, ready for the ghost to finish slithering down inside of him. 

“Mmmrrmph… Uhhhhh…” Julian moaned. He gripped his bedsheets as he slurped up the last piece of his invader with one final gulp. Julian felt full of a ghastly sensation he couldn’t explain in words. His body was tense, sore, and bloated all over. As he laid there, panting for breath, Julian felt his hands start moving on their own. They reached out to his torso and began massaging his pecs and abs. The ghost’s body takeover was complete. 

“MMMMM! FEELS SO GOOD!!!” the ghost bellowed in a loud, demonic voice. It was overjoyed to have flesh and a real voice again. No longer would it be forced to communicate in ooo’s like some cartoon ghost. 

The ghost purred as it explored its new vessel, relishing the feel of the firm, hard-earned muscles it had just stolen from Julian. A nearby mirror caught its eye, and the ghost scoffed at the sight of his reflection.  

“HMPH. FUCK THESE CLOTHES. GET NAKED, NOW!!”

The ghost snapped its fingers, and the powerful sound echoed throughout the apartment. Then, within seconds, Julian's wife beater and sweatpants burst open. Shreds of fabric fell to the ground like confetti. The ghost smirked again as it saw Julian’s heavy tool hang low.

“A FINE SPECIMEN OF A HUMAN MALE INDEED!” The ghost wrapped its calloused hand around its new cock and gave himself a few pumps. “PERFECT FOR BREEDING! CAN’T WAIT TO USE IT—”

As the ghost was busy admiring its newly possessed body, Julian’s phone began ringing. The ghost scowled at the phone for interrupting his moment of self-worship, but his expression softened when he saw the name of the incoming call. Pedro. 

Then, inspiration struck. The ghost quickly grabbed the phone and cleared its throat before answering. 

“Hello? Hey, what’s up?” the ghost said with Julian’s voice instead of his regular voice. The man on the other side of the call talked normally, failing to notice anything wrong with his friend. The ghost grinned with a malicious gleen in its eyes as they spoke. Its body takeover plan was going perfectly and was about to get even better.  

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“Hey, are you still awake… Cool, you down to chill tonight… Alright, I’ll be over in a bit. See you soon.” 

Pedro hung up and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. He was shocked that Julian answered. He knew that Julian was a creature of habit who never strayed from his routine. It seemed odd to Pedro that he would still be awake past his usual 9PM curfew without good reason. Maybe Julian couldn’t sleep either? Pedro wasn’t sure, but decided to just brush the thought aside and get ready. He already told him he’d be coming over after all.

Pedro threw on some random clothes and drove downtown to Julian’s apartment complex. He punched in the access code, took the elevator, and walked up to Julian’s doorstep where he awaited him. 

“Hey! Glad you could make it,” Julian said as he dabbed him up. 

“Thanks for having me over. Watchu doing up tonight anyway?”

“Not much really, just can’t sleep. I was actually about to start watching Netflix right when you called.”

“Really? That’s cool.” Pedro made himself at home while Julian helped himself to the couch and turned on Netflix. 

Pedro felt a shiver run up his spine as he took off his shoes. He felt like he was stared at. Pedro turned and saw Julian grinning from ear to ear. 

“You good, chief? What are you smiling for?” Pedro asked. Julian shrugged. 

“I’m just enjoying your company. How are you feeling tonight? Come join me.”

“Good… Thanks for asking.”

Pedro felt goosebumps form on his arms as he sat next to Julian. In all the years he had known him, Julian was never a smiley kind of guy. Although they were pretty close friends, something about Julian’s demeanor seemed… wrong. He never went out of his way to create a warm, welcoming environment for his guests. No, Julian was a serious man who did just enough to not be marked an asshole by others. 

With that suspicion in mind, Pedro tried sneaking a glance at Julian. He tried to do so without Julian noticing, but he immediately caught him. He turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Pedro saw Julian’s eyes flash pink. 

Julian returned his focus back to the movie. Meanwhile, Pedro was trying to mentally process what he had just seen. He replayed the image over and over in his head. It was just a brief second. Blink and you miss it. But Pedro knew what he saw. Julian’s eyes had turned pink! 

“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem tense,” Julian asked. He threw an arm around Pedro’s shoulder, but Pedro shook him away. 

“What’s wrong with me? Bro what’s wrong with YOU!?” 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean— Why are you acting like this? Smiling at me, acting all extra for no reason, and your eyes! I swear to God bro your eyes turned pink when you looked at me! What’s with you? It’s like you’re possessed or some shit!!”

The two men stared at each other. Pedro was waiting for a response but never got one. Instead, Julian closed his eyes and tilted his head downward. Pedro opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a low chuckle coming from Julian. His shoulders were bouncing as his laugh grew gradually louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, he threw his head back up and let out a deep, maniacal laughter that rang throughout the apartment. His eyes were glowing bright pink, too! Pedro fell onto the ground from the shock. He wasn’t serious when he accused Julian of being possessed. It was just a figure of speech! But it was becoming all too clear that he was correct… 

“AMAZING!!” Julian’s voice boomed. His voice had dropped to an unnaturally deep pitch that shook Pedro to his core. “NEVER IN THE HUNDRED YEARS THAT I’VE BEEN AROUND HAVE I BEEN SUSSED OUT THIS QUICKLY! I CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH!!”

“What are you? WHO are you?” Pedro said as he picked himself up from the ground. 

“Does that really matter now? As far as we’re concerned, I’m Julian. Always have been, and always will be. At least until I get bored of this body anyway.” 

Pedro was glaring at Julian as he spoke. The ghost noticed and chuckled in response. 

“What’s the matter? You want your little friend back? Do you really think—”

Before Julian could finish his sentence, Pedro charged at him at full speed. Pedro grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the couch. The ghost was shocked at how quickly a big guy like Pedro could move. He had him pinned down before he could even retaliate!

“Listen here,” Pedro whispered. “You’re gonna get out of my friend’s body and you’re gonna do it now. Do I make myself clear?”

Pedro had a tight grip around Julian’s throat. The ghost was struggling to breathe, let alone talk. Pedro softened his grip just enough to let the ghost talk. 

“I can’t!! This body is too tight of a fit, I won’t be able to leave without something pushing me out! Something long and hard like a shoe horn!” 

Pedro contemplated how best to force the entity out. An idea quickly came to mind, but Pedro wasn’t particularly happy about the implications. He looked down at his buddy’s face, then decided what he was about to do was well worth the price if it meant saving his friend. 

“Heh, alright fucker! Hope you’re ready to leave cuz I’m gonna force you out with my dick!!”

Without hesitation, Pedro made his move. 

He planted his mouth onto Julian’s lips, catching him by surprise. It was a sudden, rough kiss but it was a welcome one. The ghost opened his lips and let Pedro slip his tongue in as it kissed him back. The rough, scratchy feeling of their beards brushing against each other’s lips caused them both to let out low, sensual groans with every kiss. Their hands became frisky and began exploring each other’s bodies as they made out. Pedro groped Julian’s ass, Julian massaged Pedro’s jacked arms. They locked their lips and bodies pressed against each other as they moved towards Julian’s bedroom. Once there, Pedro pushed Julian onto the bed and quickly took off his clothes. Julian did the same. 

Pedro hopped in between Julian’s legs and wrapped a hand around his throat again. The ghost looked at him with big, wet eyes full of desire. Pedro merely smirked. Even though he was the one that started their little makeout sesh, Pedro wasn’t doing it for fun. He was doing this to save Julian from whatever was possessing his body and nothing more. 

“Open your mouth.” 

Julian did as he was told. Pedro leaned in and spat a ball of saliva into Julian’s mouth. As he watched Julian swallow his spit, Pedro grinned and tightened his grip on his throat, causing him to let out a suppressed moan from the delightfully sensual feeling of getting choked. 

“Such a good little slut! You like when Papi spits in your mouth?”

“Yes Papi, I love it!”

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Papi! Please, sir! Spit in my mouth again!!” Julian opened his mouth as wide as he could and Pedro spat into him again. 

“Good boy!!” Pedro said with a cocky smirk. He then leaned back down and planted his lips against Julian’s again. 

They shared a few more deep kisses and as they did so, Julian felt something begin to poke against his butt. Pedro pulled away to spit on his erect cock. As he lubed up his dick, he took a good, long look at the man laying underneath him. 

Although he had always been curious, Pedro had never actually fucked a guy before. Though the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, Pedro was glad his first man was a hottie with a body like Julian. 

With that thought in mind, Pedro leaned back down for another kiss. This time, as they made out, Pedro began guiding his dick to Julian’s hole. Once he lined up his tip, Pedro pushed it in until his cock penetrated him.  

“Mmm…” Pedro purred as he felt his dick go inside of Julian. The warm feeling of his tight ass enveloping his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout his groin. 

“Mmmmm— Hm? Ow! Arghhhh!”

Pedro let out a horrific gagging noise as he threw his head back. His pupils went white and his body became stiff, trapping Julian underneath him with his dick tip still planted inside of him. 

Yes, finally! Now let me inside!!

Meanwhile, a sinister smile formed on the ghost’s stolen face. It then took a deep breath in and exhaled. As it did so, a thick fog left Julian’s mouth and went straight inside Pedro’s agape mouth. 

“Mrrrmphh? Mmmmugghhhh!!!”

Pedro convulsed violently as his body was getting filled rapidly with the same entity that took over Julian’s body. It felt like he was getting stuffed with air. His muscles tightened with every mouthful of ghost essence he was forced to swallow. Before he knew it, Pedro felt his consciousness fade away as the ghost took complete control over his body. The last thing he remembered was feeling his face muscles form an unwanted smile before everything went black. 

“Hehehe… TWO VESSELS IN ONE NIGHT? FEELS FUCKING AMAZING BROO! OHH I LOOK SO GOOD WITH TATTOOS! JUST LOOK AT THIS HAIRY BODY!!”

Pedro’s cock slipped out of Julian’s ass as the ghost took a deep whiff of its dank pit smell. It looked down and blew a sharp whistle at the mere sight of its new, long member. While Julian had girth, Pedro had length. The ghost wasn’t sure which dick it preferred. Not that it really mattered though, as it would be putting both to good use. 

Julian’s body went limp now that the ghost was out of him. His eyes were open but with a glazed over look to them. The ghost tried catching his attention, but Julian was unresponsive. Do doubt he was still in a severe daze after getting possessed. 

The ghost smirked. It decided to make the most of having two bodies under its possession. It flipped Julian over onto his stomach, then stuck Pedro’s cock back into his ass. 

“Yeahhh take that big dick like a good bitch,” the ghost said in Pedro’s voice. He watched with a smile as his massive 8 inch cock disappeared into Julian’s ass. Once it was entirely in, Pedro grabbed Julian’s waist and began thrusting into him like he was furious. 

“Fuck yeah! That’s how I like to get fucked, raw and hard! Got that, you oversized lump of walking meat!?” the ghost said out loud. Once it finished issuing its command to Pedro’s body, the ghost exited through his mouth and zipped straight into Julian. 

“Ahhhh! AarrrggGGGHHH FUCKKKK!!!” Julian shouted out as the ghost re-entered him. 

Between Julian’s body getting possessed again and having his ass full of thick, Latino cock, the ghost was caught between two powerful forces of erotic stimulation. Additionally, even though the ghost wasn’t directly in control anymore, Pedro’s body was still moving according to its last command and fucking him as hard as he could. 

“Ah— Ahh— Oohhh— Fu— Uckk—!!” Julian cried out with pleasure everytime Pedro rammed his hips into him, forcing his cock even deeper into his ass. 

“Push your ass out.” Pedro said in a monotone voice. He pushed Julian’s head down into the pillow as he arched his back even further and bit into the pillow. Pedro picked up the rhythm of his thrusting speed and jackhammered away at Julian’s hole. 

The small bedroom became filled with the erotic sounds of two men fucking like their lifes depended on it. Pedro grunted like an automated fucking machine and Julian moaned like the cock hungry slut he had become. They had become drenched in sweat and their body odor permeated the air, filling it with a potent, sweaty musk that was absolutely delightful to the nose. 

“Nrghhh… Ohhhnghhhh!”

Julian felt Pedro’s fucking speed change. He was getting close, but the ghost wouldn’t let him finish so soon. The ghost quickly shot itself out of Julian and back into Pedro. Pedro gagged briefly as the ghost zipped down his throat but then let out a sigh of relief as he fell under complete possession again. Now that it was at the steering wheel, the ghost slowed down Pedro’s thrusting to stop him from blowing his load. The ghost then decided to stay as Pedro and take a turn at topping. 

It pounded away at Julian’s ass, his cock sliding in and out at rapid speeds. Once the ghost noticed Julian was getting close to finishing, it returned to Julian’s body to stop him. The ghost kept up this cycle for a good while. Whenever one of the men was close, the ghost would repossess and prevent them from shooting their load. The ghost kept them at the edge of climax, only to cut them short every time. 

The ghost was making them fuck for as long as they physically could. The time gap between body takeovers got shorter and shorter. It got to the point where the ghost could simultaneously experience fucking as Pedro and getting fucked as Julian, like being in the middle of a threesome. It was a bodily ecstasy unlike any other. After not having flesh to call its own for so long, the ghost felt like its senses were on fire! Only once it finally had enough, the ghost exited their bodies and allowed them to shoot out their heavy loads in what looked like a sticky, white eruption. Both Julian and Pedro bellowed out a loud FUCKK as they became drenched in their own bodily fluids. They were both left panting for breath after such a rough hookup! 

The ghost floated in the air after it finished having its fun. It needed a moment to breathe too! But it knew that it didn’t have too much time to relax. After all, Julian and Pedro could wake up if it took too long! Thankfully, however, the ghost’s worries were unwarranted. As the ghost hovered back down, it saw a strange sight. Julian and Pedro turned to face the ghost, and despite  neither being actively possessed, their eyes were still glowing bright pink! 

The ghost was amazed. It had come to Julian’s humble abode to take over Julian’s body as its new permanent vessel. However, in an awfully lucky turn of events, the ghost had successfully secured not one, but TWO human bodies to possess (and as if that wasn’t enough, it was two well-endowed, hairy Latino men too!!) 

It was too perfect. The ghost couldn’t help but relish in its own flawless success. It hopped into Julian’s body and let out its signature demonic laugh. Then, just as a quick experiment, it hopped into Pedro’s body and laughed. It was true— both Julian and Pedro were under its control! Even if the ghost wasn’t inside them, they only waited until their new ghostly master returned. 

And so, the ghost continued living as a human, sometimes as Julian, sometimes as Pedro. To make things more convenient, the ghost decided to have its vessels get married and move in together. Although it was the ghost behind their every word and action, Julian and Pedro looked like they were just happily married husbands to the outside world.

And nobody would be none the wiser.

Austin's Chronicles: Reaching the Sunspot

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Austin's Chronicles: Reaching the Sunspot (English Version)

— Professor?...

《 Shit 》 - was all Austin thought. He immediately swung his legs off the desk, afraid to turn around.

— Is everything in order… Are you all right…?

He heard a murmur with a slight Brazilian accent. The boy, even though he was in Cyclops' more muscular, bigger and more powerful body, seemed so nervous to turn around.

But that only reminded him that he was no longer that puny little guy who couldn't even defend himself, no. Now he was big, muscular. And he could do whatever he wanted if he felt like it. What were they going to do about it? After all, no one knew it was him.

—You must knock before you go in -- he growled.

— I… I'm sorry, I heard strange noises and thought something had happened.

When at last, the now superhero decided to turn around, he found in front of him a boy with black hair, dark skin and slightly marked muscles: Roberto Da Costa.

Austin would never say it in public but he had liked that boy for quite some time, although he had never bothered him or treated him badly, he also knew that Roberto was completely out of his league.

— You still must have knock, Mr. DaCosta -- he muttered sternly.

The guy just looked down and nodded. Austin could feel nothing but pure ecstasy at having the guy he had had so many dreams about in the palm of his hand.

The silence lasted for a while, Austin just stared at the brunet from head to toe, almost eating him with his eyes. It was strange to see Cyclops behaving that way…

Far from his straight, heroic and respectful behavior, now it seemed that he was just a predator. The way he was carrying himself now, just standing like that in a living room, with his suit ripped, revealing his broad chest, his fat ass and his masculinity in the air.

— What are doing? -- Roberto dared to ask. But not to look up.

— I'm glad you asked, boy. I think I've got a perfect job for you -- He grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him down, Roberto barely let out a groan -- I reckon we need to discipline gossips like you.

He muttered hoarsely, looking for his new limb to hit the guy's mouth. He was definitely drunk with power.

— Now, swallow it.

And without further ado, he threw it right into it. Roberto began to lick it awkwardly, which slightly irritated Austin.

— Swallow it well.

He grabbed him from the nape of his neck to slam him against his pelvis.

— Mfffffhhhh!

Austin could only sketch a smile full of egocentrism on Cyclops's body.

— Good… - he murmured with a low gasp - Tastes good, doesn't it? Tastes like a real alpha man - It almost seemed like he had started talking to himself. He flexed his arms, watching his biceps swell - I'm pretty strong, don't you think? With these huge arms, and your scent? They smell so bad - he laughed at himself, but his hands started to move to his chest to caress it - And then these huge pecs…. No wonder the suit was so tight.

Roberto continued to lick with a little saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth. Austin was on top of the world, he loved the feel of Roberto's tongue. He was beginning to think he wouldn't leave that body for a second, he loved the feel of his muscles, how imposing he looked.

God… he had Scott Summers' life in the palm of his hand. He could do whatever he wanted, he could even give up his superhero career and do something more “fun”. The possibilities were endless, enough to ruin Cyclops' life.

However, as he thought about it, he felt a strange tingling in his abdomen, which quickly spread.

— You'd better swallow it all.

He muttered to cling to Roberto's hair, this one only made a choked noise with more force. He couldn't take it anymore, he grunted loudly, feeling his fluids end up inside the young mutant's mouth.

Austin sighed, with a smug smile. However, at that moment he felt something even stranger, as if he was fading away, the more the seed came out of his current body, the more he felt it begin to detach from it.

Roberto began to move as if he felt something similar. And in a matter of mere seconds, everything went black. It was like being in nothingness, in a void just floating.

Until he felt something dragging him inside, he could swear he saw something darting in the opposite direction, just where he had come from.

He opened his eyes, confused. Everything was spinning around, he felt as if he had been hit mercilessly, but then he felt something… rather… he tasted it.

His gaze managed to focus, noticing Cyclops' pelvis in front of him, he immediately broke away, feeling the nectar dripping out of his mouth.

— B-but what?

Austin raised his hands, expecting to find those gloved hands, but instead he found brown hands.

— Am I… Am I Roberto?

He looked down. Noticing the clothes the boy was wearing, that white jacket with orange details over a black T-shirt.

Although he no longer felt the extreme masculinity of Cyclops' body, he still felt powerful.

Roberto's body was not bad at all, fit, handsome and wealthy. Austin smiled to himself with perversion. But before he went on with his fantasies, something snapped him out of his trance.

— Ugh… - He heard, looking up and watching as Scott began to stir. He was lost. The man tried to get up, but only managed to stagger, he watched as he put his hand to his head - Caramba, minha cabeça….

Austin smiled even more as he realized what had happened. That wasn't Scott, that was Roberto. They had switched bodies, however… Roberto knew nothing about what respected “Austin”, and he could play his cards as he wished.

— P-Professor? - Roberto murmured into Cyclops' body, beginning to notice. His hands went to his chest, Austin thought surely that's how awkward he looked when he entered that body. - What happened…

— I don't know. It must have been some magical effect, now you're in my body and I'm in yours -- Austin lied without complaint.

— But how is that possible…? - Roberto tried to move towards him, but his legs didn't respond, falling to his knees. Austin thought about helping him, he really did. But seeing Scott in that position, with his suit torn, so vulnerable…. Fuck it.

— I don't know. But I think we both have needs - the now dark-haired man muttered - Don't think I didn't notice how excited you were, you were liking it, weren't you?

— I-I don't know what you're talking about, Professor

— Of course you do. - Austin released his now swarthy masculinity - Go on, swallow.

Roberto in Cyclops' body couldn't do much, in fact Austin was kind of laughing at the situation.

Scott was always so… masculine, big. Powerful even, but now that only a confused Da Costa was inhabiting his body, he looked so… Vulnerable. So weak, so foolish.

— Swallow it.

Austin ordered again, Roberto had no choice but to open his lips and let his former tool enter Cyclops' mouth.

The boy was loving all that show, seeing one of the most powerful xmen with sweat on his face, dumb expression, flushed cheeks and with it in his mouth.

— You're doing good, kid.

He tangled his fingers in the hero's brown hair, enjoying the sounds and moans he was letting out from his new tool. Austin felt on top of the world, in a single second he had gone from being a complete loser and useless without powers to being a mutant who could take the bodies of whoever he wanted, even switch between them.

He could be a sportsman, a model, a movie star, the fucking president if he wanted to be! He smiled ecstatically, he was getting more excited imagining that than what “Scott” was doing.

He knew well he could be a superhero, he could help eradicate violence or eradicate the dictators, infiltrate secret organizations, be a spy. But Austin was tired of being a shadow at the expense of the other heroes, especially the X-Men.

Apparently a “mutant” but with no one to help him activate his powers, just a “reject”. There was something more than ecstasy in his thinking. And that was resentment.

Why be a hero if he could use his new powers for his selfishness? He could be any hero on the face of the earth, explore their bodies like he had done with Cyclops or have fun like he was having now.

They all looked so good… In those tight suits, with their huge muscles or just their faces. They looked like they were begging for him to take them.

He felt Roberto on Scott's body and continued to lick until he felt that sensation again. He finished and with that they returned to their “original” bodies.

Austin, still playing the role of the great Scott Summers, dismissed Roberto saying that everything that happened between them, would be his secret.

And when the Brazilian finally left, he was left alone again. He noticed that some of Roberto's nectar had remained in his suit, so with his fingers he put it in his mouth.

— Mfhh… Geez, maybe I can get back into him sometime - he muttered to himself. Caressing his body through the fabric, smiling.

Though as much as he wanted to stay in that form, he knew he had to leave if he wanted to really enjoy his new abilities. He closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to get out. And as if peeling away from something, he ended up coming out through the hero's back, in an intangible form.

Scott's body gasped at the action, before falling to the ground unconscious. Austin looked down at himself, meeting that thin, small frame again.

— Thanks for the “ride,” Professor.

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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!

So I know this is wrong but I have a little secret that I’ll never share with my roommate. Which is that on some nights when he goes to bed…

I’ll float out of my body and straight into his. The first few times I did it, I thought it was fun just laying in his bed— rubbing his cock, sniffing/licking his feet, I even experimented with his hole a few times.

But what I recently discovered is how much I enjoy playing around with my body while I’m inside of his… I don’t know it’s so hot to me. Putting his mouth on my toes,licking each foot.

I’ll eventually suck my cock… but I’m going to enjoy my feet first!

Vacation exchange

My family forced me to go on a summer vacation, it was so insufferable to go out, I really didn't like being in a hotter place, it was an island there was only sea around, there wasn't much to do, besides I don't like being in a place where I have to show my body, I am skinny and I don't stand out much, seeing many hot and attractive guys passing by, makes me want to be someone like them.

I was walking along the beach, just waiting for the day to go home, my path was interrupted by something shining on the ground, I picked it up, it was a small doll, nothing particular, but I liked it and I kept it. After picking up the little doll I hurried my pace, it was late and I should go back to the room.

I'm running while thinking about the doll that I found maybe someone lost it, I hope it was not important for that person because now it is mine, I was passing near the pool I was seeing many guys with hot bodies I really want to be like one of them, being in my thoughts I do not realize that I'm running towards the back of a guy and I collide with him.

"Hey asshole what's wrong with you, watch where you're walking."

I hear him say, it sounded somewhat familiar the voice that told me, I had been hit really hard it still hurt, when I open my eyes to see how is the guy who tried to help me, I'm surprised to see my own image looking confused towards me.

"What the fuck is that me?"

My body says scared, I look at my hands and they are not mine, also I now have a defined body and I am in a bathing suit. I'm confused and keep looking at my body in front of me, I'm panicking when I hear my voice yelling at me to calm down.

"Hey bro calm down, I don't know what happened, but it looks like we switched bodies."

It seems what happened this guy told me after we calmed down, we agreed, we told each other a little about the other's life and I found out that he was named Cody, we would go back to each other's room and the next day we would see how to get back.

Arriving at Cody's room I was still a little confused with this situation I lean back in an armchair to relax a little, I look at my new perspective and it's a really good view, thinking about it Cody is a pretty sexy guy.

"Well, I guess this is my body now and if it's mine I can take a shower."

I get up and go into the bathroom, I look in the mirror and see my new reflection, this body is nothing like mine it is tall and has quite a lot of flesh, huge arms and nipples that I would like to lick and have them in my mouth.

"This is body, it's just mine hahaha."

I direct my hands to my nipples I touch them and they really are sensitive, my fingers play with them and I feel Cody's body start to warm up, little moans come out of my mouth and he heard my new voice making quite dirty noises, Cody's face is of a nice guy quite nice, but right now Cody doesn't own this face and now he just shows a perverted look.

I pull down my pants and see how a bulge protrudes between my legs, I pull it out of my boxers it is big very big I would say, this situation is very exciting for me I am invading a lot the intimacy of an unknown guy, I start to pull it out the hot feeling of my new cock in my new hand, bigger than mine, but that doesn't manage to cover this cock makes me very horny.

I see Cody in the mirror pulling out in front of me, a sexy guy with a body I have always wanted to have is under my control, Cody's body is mine now, I start to pull out faster, my hand goes back to my nipples the sensitivity of this body is incredible.

I can't hold it in any longer and spurt my entire load from Cody's cock onto the mirror, that was super horny for me, seeing the mirror covered in my new cum, I take some and taste it.

"Mmm this is my new taste."

After fucking me for the first time being Cody I take a shower, the water running over this body my hands running over my new flesh, my nipples get hard and I start playing with them again, it makes me horny again so I start again with my masturbation session the noise of the water combines with the noise of my moans, Cody's sexy voice floods the bathroom, my wet hands run over my cock, the water stimulates me a lot and I ejaculate on my chest, after playing with Cody's cock once again I leave the bathroom exhausted I could only get to bed to sleep I could sleep.

The next morning I woke up thinking that there was only a dream, but I was excited to see that I was still inside Cody's body, I get out of bed excited and I get ready to go to the pool with this body now if I feel like swimming.

I spend a very good day not even making an effort to look for Cody in my body, just enjoy my new hot form, maybe I can even pick up some hot guys and try Cody's hole, or if I could do that, with this body it would be very easy.

Swimming in the pool felt great too, even his feet are sexy, mm thinking about it maybe later can play with them too, run his tongue over her toes and soles, oh yeah that would be so hot, I bet after a day of walking they are going to have an excellent scent and taste fabulous

"after what I do with your body, I don't think you'll want it back Cody hahaha"

Now I really don't care if I don't go back to my body, now I'm a hot guy who is very likely to check out of this hotel in a few days so that would mean this body would be mine forever.

"I guess I'm Cody now hahahahahahah.

Brother's Issues

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Brother's Issues (English Version)

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

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

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

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

And I was fed up.

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

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

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

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

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

I had reached my limit.

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

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

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

— What are you doing here, buddy?

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

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

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

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

— Is he making you do his laundry again?

I swallowed hard right then and there.

— Uh, yeah, yeah.

— Let me help you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theo let out a friendly laugh, nodding.

— Sure, dude.

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

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

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

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

— Sometimes you're too hard on him.

— With who? – I said a bit confused.

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

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

— He's such a loser.

— I like him, he's really nice.

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

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

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

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

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

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

— Jesus, Mark...

— Don't you love it?

— I love it, man...

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

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

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

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

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

— Theo...

I murmured.

— Shh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hello?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— So... You know?

— Yes, I do.

— Was I too obvious?

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

Without warning he kissed me again.

— But Theo...

— Who do you think sent you the mail?

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

— Why?

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

He caressed my smooth abs.

— So you like that I'm Mark?

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

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

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

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Switch Up: First Level

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

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Swith Up: First Level (English Version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— What the hell are you talking about?

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

— A… box?

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

— In English, Miles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?…

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?

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

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

— Let's do it.

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

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

— Do you have someone in mind for you…?

— Oh, yeah, sure. Blake Jones.

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

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

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

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

— So… I want Caleb Hawks - Logan said.

Miles let out a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ruben.

— The Latino?

— Will you also give me a but?

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

Logan looked up, finally closing the comic book.

— So when do we start?

— Easy. Everyone hunts for what they want.

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

To be continued.

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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.

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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.

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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;)

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