Rivals Inside

Third Roomate

I arrive after a long day of classes and this is the first thing I see when I walk into the apartment.

I’m not too surprised. It’s quite normal to see my roommate sitting on the couch and watching one of his shows. What I did not expect is how he looked.

“Hey, Matt…”

The guy glances over but says nothing, instead turning his attention back to the tv. Instead of his normal sci-fi shit he instead is watching a baseball match.

“Matt, yo I’m talking to you.” I try to block the screen with my body but he simply leans over, pointing the remote to the screen.

“In a sec man, I’m trying to watch the game.” I roll my eyes. I doubt he actually knows what’s going on about, just trying to play into his new look. “And stop calling me Matt, you know my name.”

I roll my eyes, “God you are obsessed. You know, when I agreed to buy ‘Gabriel’ with you I thought I’d at least get a turn every so often…”

“Oh come on.” The muscles blonde stood up, towering nearly a foot above me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d feel a bit intimidated. “I’m just having some fun with our new toy before you take him for the rest of the night!”

“Is this fun? Your sitting all alone pretending to be some dumb jock interested in sports. Tell me Gabe, did ‘Matt’ even go to class today?”

He shifted slightly trying to hide away, but with his big frame it was difficult to. “Not exactly… But don’t worry, l attended for him.”

“Dude! Are you serious?” Turning away from the guy, I barged into my roommate’s room, where I found him exactly where I thought I would. He stood in the center wearing a full-body haptic suit and VR headset strapped onto his head. He faced the wall, seemingly staring at nothing. The equipment was rigged to his PC, with the screen showing all sorts of familiar diagnostics and body mapping windows.

“You’ve seriously been using Gabriel all day? Even when you know I called using him tonight! Now his batteries are gonna be dead before I can even use him.” You grab him by the shoulder trying to shake him back to reality.

Matt didn’t turn to me but responded to my accusation “Relax bro. He’s been on the charger since he got home so you don’t have to worry! Look!” From behind me Gabriel walked up, standing attentively.

Both Matt and Gabriel spoke in at the same time in unison. “See? Look I’m Gabriel and I’m ready to go out with my frat bros all night!” Matt performed a mocking jig and Gabriel mimicked the exact movement. He then touched his finger to the temple of his virtual reality goggles and in an instant Gabriel halted all movement.

You see, Gabriel isn’t a real person, he never was actually. He’s what’s known as a techno-puppet. Like how in a video game you can use a controller to manipulate your avatar. It works the same way but instead you control this hyper realistic doll. It wasn’t hard to see why Matt took such a liking to living as him. We spent the last month building this entire life, even forging papers to make him an ‘official’ student in our college. We have people thinking he’s our third roomate, but in reality he’s just a toy for us to experience an exciting college life.

I waited for a moment as he took off the VR equipment and handed it to me. Hiding away into my own room, I excitedly put on the gear. Sitting myself down comfortably on my bed, felt around the headset until I found the power button. Pressing it, the technology in the haptic and goggles whittled to life. After a brief loading time, my vision awoke and I found myself once again standing in Matt’s room. My roomate grinned trying to hide his envy as I was now in control of Gabriel. Maybe ill give him a taste of his own medicine for hogging the beautiful body by taking him for the entire weekend. I know Matt is harboring a secret crush on our puppet so teasing him around the apartment can be a warmup to get into my new persona

Switch Up: First Level

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Swith Up: First Level (English Version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— What the hell are you talking about?

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

— A… box?

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

— In English, Miles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?…

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?

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

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

— Let's do it.

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

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

— Do you have someone in mind for you…?

— Oh, yeah, sure. Blake Jones.

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

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

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

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

— So… I want Caleb Hawks - Logan said.

Miles let out a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ruben.

— The Latino?

— Will you also give me a but?

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

Logan looked up, finally closing the comic book.

— So when do we start?

— Easy. Everyone hunts for what they want.

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

To be continued.

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

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The great shift: son to dad

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

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𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗱: (English version)

My name is David. And I hate my life…

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

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

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

And that day had gotten off to a bad start.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So one day I took pity on him.

— Aaron.

— Yes?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— I said I want you to clean my shoes.

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

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

— M-my name is Aaron…

— No. Your name is Justin.

— B-but that's not my name.

— Say it.

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

— M-my name is Ju-Justin.

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

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

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A Body Stealer Tale: Magic Hands

People looked at me oddly, questioning why I wore black gloves at the beach. I assure you there's a good reason for it. My hands are just too powerful, they can accomplish almost anything I desire. It was a gift I was born with. Wearing gloves would block the power so I wouldn't use it by accident.

Just like now, the weather was becoming cold and the sky grey. So I took off one of my gloves, and with a simple wave of my hand, the weather became sunny and perfect for a beach day.

After a while, the beach started to get more crowded, and that was when I noticed this group of guys playing soccer on the sand. One of them caught my attention the most. He was an absolute hunk in white speedos, his muscles glistened with sweat as he showed off his soccer skills by doing kick-ups. He was exactly my type of man.

I took off my right glove and snapped my fingers, and just like that, everything and everyone around me stopped in time. The distant sounds of conversations and the sounds of waves ceased.

Everything became dead silent.

I walked towards the frozen hunk, he was about to kick the ball, and the ball was frozen mid-air. I casually pushed the ball out of the way and stood in front of him to give the hunk a closer inspection. I just had to cup a feel of that body before wearing him. So I took off my left glove, and gently caressed his muscular sweaty chest. I pinched his nipples a little and even twisted them—I knew I would feel that later.

My hand slowly moved down towards his white speedos and found its way inside. I grabbed his shaft and pulled his huge dick out. He was very well hung, 8 Inches soft I would say. I kneeled right there on the sand and started to suck him off. His cock and balls were musky, which only added to the flavor. It was hot to suck this frozen hunk right in front of his friends. He became hard inside my mouth in less than a minute.

Though he wasn't aware, his body still responded to sexual stimulation. However, he couldn't climax in this state, so his body kept accumulating sexual energy. I continued sucking and pleasuring this frozen hunk's body until I was certain he had stored a lot of sexual energy, just waiting to be released."

I stood up and walked behind him. I then concentrated and pressed the tip of my index finger on his nape, a faint glow formed at the part I was touching his nape—a clear sign my power was working. I then slowly ran my finger down his spine, until I reached his coccyx. Leaving a glowing opening right where I ran my finger.

I then started pulling open his back like a suit. Inside him, you would expect to be dark and hollow, but there was only a bright light inside of him. I pulled open his back until there was enough space for me to step inside. First, I inserted my legs inside his, then I put on his upper body, and for last, I put his face on.

As soon as his face slid into place over mine, I felt the opening on his back sealing and that's when I suddenly was hit by a strong wave of sexual pleasure—All the pleasure I gave his body while he was frozen resumed as soon as the body-stealing process finished.

I let out a deep baritone moan as my knees weakened and my new huge hard cock started spurting cum at the sand. This was my favorite trick, nothing like experiencing orgasm in a different body.

I looked down at my huge cock still pulsating and shooting its last drops of cum. At last, I pulled his white speedos back up and snapped my fingers, resuming time. The soccer ball fell to the sand and his friends looked confused at me, expecting me to kick the ball to them.

"Sorry guys, I think I'm just going to relax a little. See you guys later." I put my sunglasses on and walked to the beach chair I was lying before. As I relaxed on the chair, I allowed my new tattooed hands to explore my new muscles. My nipples were aching but that didn't stop me from playing with them. This guy had sensitive nipples, so I couldn't help but moan.

People started to give me weird looks. I guess it was weird for a man to be moaning while playing with his nipples in public. So I made a gesture with my hand, making everyone at the beach ignore me and think I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Now that I had some privacy, I began exploring my new body in earnest. I pulled off the white speedos and stroked my huge shaft, moaning like a madman while no one batted an eye.

There was nothing like a relaxing day at the beach.

Wavell’s Vacation 2

Part 1 here! ⬇️

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was 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 might not have mentioned it before but I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for awhile 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 dripping down from his forehead while 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 chair side table before sitting down.

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 by the man 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, 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 biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that is moans only increased as I still had small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive member.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him I don’t doubt it felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as what would be the feet 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 spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body instantly, taking full control from head to toe.

Next thing I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my newly acquired fuckstick twitching away after all that stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man who’s body I’d taken before hooking myself up to his memories. 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 it’s 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, pulled my shorts back on and pretty much resumed 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.

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 it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positivity atmosphere to which I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers. Of course they had no idea his body had actually been taken over by an all powerful warlock as I exuded Jake’s traits and personality perfectly.

Speaking of co-workers, 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. I had to admit he was pretty handsome and of course quite nerdy due to the job we worked 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 but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back during a night out with a bunch of the office people. 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 as he 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 for one the man was his boss and two he was way too drunk to be having 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 had 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 haven’t had an actual 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 hosts sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving my work 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, his calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Oh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I stated 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.

Slowly I dropped to my knees after turning his chair to face me. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face only. He was speechless. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“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 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. With that I didn’t waste any time, immediately wrapping my lips around the tip, sucking on it a little before going down.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside, instead grunting while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster, occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls a little 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 in the end he did exactly that. In came 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 as he tried 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 adorable face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked to 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 and discarded my shirt, 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 on myself 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 sat 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.

“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. Before long 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 inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim wrapped a hand over my mouth to muffle me as 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 grasping 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.

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 you can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pant. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made 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 which was n absolute blast! I made sure to keep up with Jake’s fitness routine if not to maintain his lean muscled physique then to gawk at the other hot meathead around the gym.

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, 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 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, sitting on the couch and beginning 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.

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 cute.

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.

Part 3! ⬇️

De Alfa a Omega

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

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

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

𝗗𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗳𝗮 𝗮 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮 (Spanish Version)

Este soy yo:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jadee, sonriente.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ugh... – murmuré. 

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

— ¿Pero... qué?...

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Mierda, sí...

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

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

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

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

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

Mi viejo número.

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

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

Cómo sea. Gracias por el cuerpo, zorra."

Y añadió una foto cómo recordatorio:

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

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

— Hola, papi;)

———

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

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

———

Austin's Chronicles: Posesión-X

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.

Está es la primera historia de una serie de relatos llamados: Austin's Chronicles: Morphosis Heroes. Espero les guste, es sin duda algo que me emociona compartir con ustedes y empezar a trabajar en ello.

Austin's Chronicles: X-Possesion (Versión Español)

Austin era un chico con bastantes problemas en la academia Xavier, un inadaptado social que aún no conocía su poder. Cerebro lo había detectado desde hace meses como mutante pero no había aparecido rastro alguno de su mutación en todo ese tiempo.

Los demás estudiantes lo tomaban como un caso perdido y los maestros a veces le daban ciertos ánimos de no perder la esperanza, pero eso sólo lograba desesperar más al chico.

— Tranquilo – El profesor Scott le dijo tranquilamente al adolescente. Eran los únicos con aquella aula – Tu poder llegara tarde o temprano.

— Se está haciendo más tarde que temprano.

Murmuró el chico, flacucho. Todo un enclenque y sin nada de músculo.

— Debes de ser paciente, Austin.

— ¿¡Y de que me sirve ser paciente!? ¡Sólo veo como los demás se burlan de mí, como no encajo y me molestan! ¿¡Eso es ser paciente!?

El chico explotó en furia contra su profesor.

— Austin – Ciclope dijo en tono autoritario – Ya basta. Debes de ser más paciente, debes de...

— ¡No! ¡Ya estoy harto!

Y entonces pasó. Como una especie de ola de energía, algo salió del interior del chico, una clase de energía azul que encontró su camino hasta el pecho de Ciclope. Incrustandose en él.

— ¡Ugh! ¡Austin, tienes que detener esto!

— ¡N-no sé cómo! ¡N-no lo estoy controlando!

El chico dijo en pánico, Scott se sentía más y más débil. Mientras que Austin se sentía ligero, cómo si flotara.

— Uhh... – Un gemido torpe de Ciclope sonó, su expresión se volvió tonta – Austin...

Barrió las palabras hasta que de forma extraña el chico pareció levitar y salir disparado al pecho de su profesor, desvaneciendose en él. El cuerpo musculoso, envuelto en su traje azul ajustado, se movió violentamente.

Eso duro un rato hasta que finalmente pareció detenerse, sólo quedó la respiración agitada del hombre.

— ¿Qu‐qué carajos?... – Murmuró pesadamente antes de asustarse – ¡Ah! – el héroe miró detenidamente sus manos, absorto al encontrarse con aquellos guantes amarillos – Uh... Uh... Esto está mal.

Tragó saliva. Cualquiera que hubiera visto aquella escena, hubiera pensado que Cíclope había perdido la cabeza, pero había un único detalle: Ese no era Cíclope.

Ese era Austin.

El chico se sentía aturdido en aquel cuerpo. Sus manos se dirigieron lentamente a su nuevo pecho, comenzando a masajear sus músculos.

— ¡Ah! – terminó por encontrar sus nuevos pezones.

Algo que no sabía Austin era que el cuerpo de Scott Summers era extremadamente sensible. Volvió a tocar aquella área que no hizo más que sus piernas temblaran y soltará un gemido.

Continuó con aquella exploración, una mano en su pecho y la otra bajando en sus abdominales hasta terminar en su gordo bulto.

— Uf... Profesor... – murmuró para sí mismo, aunque una sonrisa traviesa se dibujo en sus labios – ¿Te gusta verme así, Austin?

Tomó nuevamente sus pectorales entre sus manos para sopesarlos. De inmediato se colocó contra la mesa, levantando su nuevos glúteos.

— ¿O cómo lo muevo? ¿Te gusta? – dijo meneando sus nuevos glúteos gordos – Permíteme enseñarte más – con ambas manos, azotó su trasero, soltando un fuerte quejido, pegando su pelvis contra la mesa y empezando a frotarse contra esta.

Austin estaba perdido en aquellas sensaciones, jadeando fuertemente. Parecía casi ansioso, comenzó a frotar su nueva entrada con su mano.

Soltó un suspiro ante la sensación del traje metiéndose lentamente en aquella zona. El chico se sentía como en la gloria mientras disfrutaba del cuerpo de Cíclope.

Flexionó sus nuevos brazos, totalmente emocionado al ver cómo se marcaban sus nuevos músculos por la tela azul, tensandose.

— Mfh. Veamos cómo huelo... – murmuró para meter su nariz en su axila, soltando un jadeo ante el hedor. Comenzando a oler como loco.

Ya no quedaba nada del respetable y heroico Cyclops, sólo un chico con hormonas a tope al mando.

Sin poderse contener más. El chico tomó con fuerza la parte frontal del traje, rasgandolo por completo para dejar expuesto su grande pecho y abdominales.

— Esto está estorbando...

Murmuró, deslizando más la tela hasta romper la parte del pantalón, dejando su nueva masculinidad a la vista.

El chico continuó atendiendose como loco, cómo si no hubiera un mañana.

Siendo un lío, entre tratar de tocar su pecho, explorarse, olerse o simplemente dejar correr su saliva por su nueva barbilla cómo si tuviera las neuronas fritas.

— ¡Ah, ah! ¡Soy Scott Summers y quiero que me controlen! ¡Ah!

Estaba frotándose su entrada, disfrutando de la sensación del guante contra sí. Hasta que escuchó el tronar de la puerta del salón, lento.

— ¿Profesor?...

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 historia de "Austin's Chronicles", si les gustó, déjenmelo saber en los comentarios, igual si tienen sugerencias de algunos héroes bajo el control de Austin.

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

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Gray Sweatpants

When I saw him swinging in his gray sweatpants at the gym, I knew it was only a matter of time before I added him to my collection. Now that he has graciously vacated his skin, it’s all mine to wear. I think I look pretty good in his body.