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Beneath Their Feet

The football bus was filled with the kind of energy you’d expect after a big game they had won—sweaty, cocky footballers sprawled out, joking around, and teasing each other. Their musky scent was everywhere, a mix of sweat and testosterone. They were so lost in messing around that none of them noticed their driver slightly convulsing in his seat, his eyes rolling back as the bus stopped at a red light. For a few seconds, his body shook in his seat, stopping just in time for the green light.

His face was completely blank now as he drove the bus. But he didn’t take the usual route this time. Instead, he turned down into a secluded parking lot. This time, the players noticed and started asking questions.

The bus doors hissed open, and that’s when a short, nerdy guy with messy hair and thick glasses stepped onto the bus, clutching a jar filled with what looked like tiny, buzzing insects. The jocks went silent, their laughter replaced by confused stares as the guy stopped, eyeing them all like he was sizing them up.

The bugs in the jar seemed to grow agitated, their wings buzzing furiously inside the glass. He grinned, enjoying the moment as his eyes scanned the sea of muscle and sweat before him. “I think they will do nicely,” he whispered to the bugs, then turned to the driver. “Close the doors now,” he ordered.

The driver obeyed, and as soon as the doors shut, the guy popped the lid open, releasing the creatures.

The buzzing grew louder as the bugs swarmed the bus. The footballers didn’t stand a chance. They swatted at them at first, some even ran towards the closed doors, but the bugs were too fast. One by one, they forced their way into the players’ ears, their needle-like legs digging in, burrowing deep into their brains. The jocks’ eyes rolled back, their hot athletic bodies convulsing and twitching as the aliens took full control. The nerd watched with a large grin as their bodies stiffened, then relaxed, their faces falling into blank, obedient expressions. They sat back in their seats as if nothing had happened.

The nerd spotted two cute jocks sitting in the front seats with their socked feet resting on the empty seats in front of them.

“Like our feet, you perv? Come here and take a taste,” the two jocks said in perfect unison.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He took the seat in front of them and leaned in close. The smell hit him first—sweat, dirt, that raw scent only athletes seemed to have. He licked slowly, his tongue running against their socks, wet with the day's sweat. He savored every second, every musky scent, as the jocks watched, smiling down at him.

He pulled off their socks and then feasted on their soles. He grabbed one foot from each jock and buried his face between them, inhaling deeply and passionately.

He pulled his face away and ordered them to worship each other's feet—and they did, making his cock throb harder under his pants.

But it wasn’t just them. The back of the bus, where the loudest and cockiest jocks usually gathered to mess around, was now full of grinning faces.

“Come lick my soles!” a hot Daddy wearing a Rolex watch called out, lifting his foot toward him.

“No, worship mine! They taste better,” another chimed in, propping his leg up over a seat, his toes wiggling, teasing the stranger.

“Bullshit, I’ve got the dirtiest feet,” a third one added, holding his foot up like it was a trophy—a challenge he knew the guy wouldn’t resist.

The nerd’s head spun with excitement. He crawled between the seats, eyes wide with lust, running his tongue over each jock’s foot that was offered to him. He savored their musk, the sweat, the pure masculinity of it all. The football players, now completely under the aliens' control, practically begged for the gay man's attention, pushing their feet toward his face.

Some even took off their shirts and flexed their bodies in a desperate attempt to have their feet worshiped by the gay stranger. He moved from one to the next, his face buried in their soles, overwhelmed by the strong musk each one had. The smell of their socks and the sound of their laughter as they watched him worship them was too much for him. He pulled down his pants and started using one of the players' feet to jerk himself off.

Before long, at his command, the whole team was naked and fucking each other in a depraved orgy. The nerd licked the jocks' sweaty muscles as they fucked their teammates, he worshiped their jock feet hanging in the air as they were being fucked.

The bus was his playground now, filled with jocks who had been transformed into mindless drones, ready and willing to give him whatever he wanted.

He decided to fuck the hot Daddy while burying his face in his long musky soles.

The nerd just loved taking over an entire bus of jocks—it was his favorite personal sport.

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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.

Swap syndrome 2: armpit addiction.

-damn heat… -

The time on my cell phone showed 2:05, the idiot Travis had made me wait but in a way that made me happy I would have to charge him $50 more for being late.

Today was a very fucking day at the gym, it was so hot that I had to change my shirt, but still the rancid aroma of sweat coming from my hairy armpits filled the interior with my car, I was in the same parking lot of the gym where it is only A couple of minutes had left a huge sweat stain on the floor.

But despite everything I loved my new life, after the great shift and finding myself in this boy's hot and muscular body, from the beginning I knew this was a good thing, when I woke up in Travis's bedroom and looked down to see two juicy pecs, a sculpted six-pack and long, hairy legs, the first thing I did was take out my huge cock that was hidden among a leafy bush of hair and give myself the best handjob of my entire life.

It had been a little over a year since that moment, I quickly got used to Travis' life, kept his muscles big and strong and all thanks to his tiny YouTube channel where he showed all his exercise routines, but that was all wasted talent for Travis' glorious, beautiful body.

I no longer had my college degree or anyone to turn to, yet I was able to easily make money from all these fags, who wanted to sleep with me and this body.

Still not in the same city where I used to live, I watched the news and learned everything that had been happening in the world and that the real Travis was out there in my tired, flabby 40-year-old office worker body.

A tapping on my car window brought me out of my thoughts, it was the real Travis I grimaced in disgust as I looked at my old face once more in front of me, I looked at the time on my phone once more, and now it was 2:07 that now meant $70.

The door of my car and Travis jumped inside it, his first action was to completely inhale the disgusting smell inside the car, after that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, After that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, but in one movement I moved his old, ugly face away from me.

-You know the rules Travis, first I want the bills-

He extended one of my hands while he took out his wallet and extended a small wad of cash. In one quick movement, I snatched the bills from him and began to count them one by one while a nervous expression formed on the real Travis's face.

-Are you fucking with me? Only $500? -

There was nothing left of the old confident Travis, the confident, outgoing boy had disappeared, in his place there was only a perverted faggot who paid me for a few minutes of my attention due to swap syndrome. When we swapped our bodies, I thought I would get rid of him to always, but this pathetic middle-aged man was clinging to me like a leech trying to get close to me with his twisted homosexual intentions. I didn't really care what he did with my old body, but I thought I could make some money a month by squeezing every penny of this situation.

-Please! Just, just 5 minutes! I had to pay this month's rent and my landlord told me that if I was late another month he would throw me out on the street.-

I rolled my eyes as Travis the bitch kept giving me stupid excuses about how hard it was to find a good job now that he was a middle-aged man and he was tired all the time from working so much.

-Okay, just shut your fucking mouth.-

I put my hand on his head and pushed him into one of my hairy pits and choked his nose with the sour sweat that was collecting in my armpits. The initial struggle quickly turned into pleasure, I could feel Tyler's breathing slow. He shook until he filled his lungs, his mouth savored the curly hairs of my armpit and sucked up the small drops of sweat with his dirty tongue as if he had crossed a desert.

Tyler's small hands slid to his crotch and he began to frantically massage his cock over his pants, occasionally Tyler would move away from my armpit to get some air and lick my muscular arms with his disgusting sticky tongue, I watched as they passed minutes on my cell phone and before 5 minutes had passed, Tyler's small wrinkled cock soiled his pants with semen.

I pushed Tyler away and a satisfied smile formed on Tyler's face, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover from the addictive experience he had just experienced, a few hairs from my armpit had stuck to his face and a stain of sweat had formed on the collar of his shirt.

I didn't have time for this, this experience had made me horny, I wanted to unload the enormous amount of cum that wanted to escape from my huge hairy balls, but the disgusting man next to me was not worthy of this...nor did I have another $500

I extended one of my long, muscular arms and opened the door of my luxurious sports car.

-Now get out bitch, see you next week-

As soon as I clean every trace of Tyler from my car, I'll call some of my girls, so I can fill their pussies with my beautiful, hot seed.

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The great shift: Swap Sindrome 1

In a dimly lit room, I was masturbating with my fingertips in front of a pale white monitor. As I watched the images of boys around the age

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Fresh Body

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

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

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

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

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

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

The great shift: son to dad

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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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Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan

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Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan (Versión Español)

— ¿Y qué se supone que hagamos? – murmuré con Miles caminando a mi lado, pero él sólo tenía una sonrisa en sus labios, enorme y con los ojos abiertos. 

— ¡Esto es perfecto! ¡Es la invención del siglo! ¡Esto supera casi a la electricidad! – Miles estaba absorto en sus pensamientos, con aquella sonrisita sin siquiera poner atención a su entorno. Bufé molesto, avanzando aún a su lado por los pasillos. 

— ¿Tienes alguna idea de dónde encontrar a Blake? 

— ¡Steve Jobs estará retorciéndose en su tumba! 

Entrecerre los ojos, notando que claramente no me iba a poner atención. 

Por lo qué tome un pasillo a la derecha, no estaba seguro si Ruben estaría ahí, pero casi siempre lo estaba. ¿Qué había que perder?

Miles seguía parloteando a cada paso que dábamos, hasta terminar llegando al auditorio.

Un espacio un tanto oscuro, grande, el escenario al frente con una luz tenue que lo iluminaba, las butacas al frente. Al parecer no había nadie, estábamos por darnos la vuelta cuando escuché algo detrás del telón. 

— ¿No crees que nos metamos en problemas? – una voz familiar pero que no lograba reconocer sonó. 

— Estamos ensayando, ¿Cuál sería el problema? 

Y ahí estaba. La voz de Ruben, reconocí perfectamente el acento. 

Verás... Yo había estado enamorado de ese chico desde que entramos a la preparatoria, él era nuevo. Recién llegado de intercambio, con su sonrisa y su piel morena. 

Apenas intercambiabamos palabras en primer año, él solía ser casi un misterio, hablaba poco pero tenía un encanto peculiar. "Llama Latina" empezaron a decir por los pasillos; y cuándo entró al taller de teatro, fue cuando se volvió popular. 

El teatro pareció darle una confianza desmedida, lejos quedó aquel chico que poco hablaba y pareció ser suplantado por otro que se llenaba de amigos, se alimentaba casi de que las chicas (y algunos chicos) babearan por él mientras interpretaba a Romeo o una mierda teatral.

Y quedó aún más lejos de mi alcance de lo que ya estaba. Jamás he sabido si es gay, nunca ha tenido novia pero tal vez no está interesado en ello; ha habido miles de rumores de chicas que coquetearon con él y recibieron uno que otro beso, cita o incluso regalo, pero nada que se pueda confirmar. 

Del telón emergió él. Con una especie de atuendo vaquero, no sabía que obras estaban por estrenarse este mes, pero la forma en la que la camisola se aferraba a su pecho y sus brazos era todo un deleite.

— ¿Por qué venimos primero por él? – Miles murmuró con molestia.

— Porque no dejabas de alabarte a ti mismo, guarda silencio. 

Sólo soltó un bufido antes de quedarse quieto entre las sombras.  Continúe observando con atención lo que pasaba, del telón surgió otra figura: Alan. 

Miembro del club de teatro también, tal vez no tan destacado cómo era Ruben aunque tenía su encanto... 

La vibra de motociclista sin duda le ayudaba bastante.

Alan se colocó frente al moreno para acomodar ligeramente su traje.

— Aún así estamos ocupando el teatro sin preguntar.

— No seas llorón, la maestra Rivera se accidentó y se ausentará dos semanas, justo lo que tenemos para ensayar antes de la obra. Me da confianza usar el escenario.

— Pff... Cómo quieras, Hernández. 

Alan estaba a su lado en el escenario, repasaban líneas mientras Ruben se movía y el contrario lo checaba con guión en mano.

— Si planeas hacer algo, es momento de hacerlo – Miles murmuró. Ambos empezamos a bajar entre las butacas a paso lento, el corazón me latía a mil por segundo. 

— ¿Y cuál es el plan? Son dos.

— Nosotros también 

— No te ofendas pero no creo que puedas contra la fuerza de Alan y la ayuda de mi cuerpo.

Miles entrecerró los ojos. Después rebusco en su mochila con cuidado hasta sacar una soga, levante la ceja.

— No quiero juzgar tus gustos pero no creo que sea el mejor momento para eso

— No la traigo para eso, imbécil.  Es para inmovilizar tu cuerpo original y que no represente peligro antes de alejarnos de aquí.

Estaba por reclamar cuando Miles metió en mi boca quien sabe qué, me ató las manos y después los pies. 

Quedé sentado con el ceño fruncido, mirándolo con cierto enojo.

— Me lo agradecerás más tarde – Dijo, señalandome con el control y presionando el botón amarillo – Espero estés listo – señaló a Ruben posteriormente y dio clic en el botón verde.

De golpe, mis ojos se encontraron con la luz del escenario, a lo que tuve que cubrirme con un ligero gruñido de molestia. Hubo cierto silencio, aunque parecía escuchar murmullos, era cómo estar bajo el agua, sabía que sonaba algo a mi alrededor pero no podía distinguirlo.

— ¿Ruben?... – escuché por fin a Alan murmurar. Giré mi vista hacía él, y antes de que pudiera responder. Vi mi pecho. Bien formado ahora, amplio, grueso... Ni siquiera podía apartar la mirada de los dos gordos bultos que ahora se formaban en mi camisa – ¿Ruben, te encuentras bien?

Volvió a hablar.

— ¿Eh? Sí, sí. Todo en orden... – susurré, no podía apartar mi mirada de mi nuevo cuerpo. Olí la colonia de Ruben, más bien, mi nueva colonia. Tomaron todas las fuerzas del mundo para que no soltará un gemido, pero me estaba volviendo impaciente... Quería olerme como loco, tocarme. ¡Dios, quería ver lo que estaba tras esos pantalones! 

Silencio de nuevo.

— ¿Y bien? ¿No vas a volver a decir tus diálogos? 

— S-sí, claro. Y-yo... – murmuré. Era claro que no tenía nada, ni siquiera sabía de que trataba esa obra.

— Amigo, ¿estás seguro que no quieres ir a la enfermería? Te ves muy raro.

— No, no, para nada. 

— ¿Estás seguro? Creo que es importante que... – estaba acercándose suave hacía mí hasta que sus ojos giraron hacía blanco por un segundo, su expresión se tornó vacía y después pareció volver a la normalidad, parpadeo, me observó y después rodó los ojos con hastío – Carajo, pensé que nunca se iba a callar.

— ¿Alan? – pregunté confundido.

— No seas ridículo, soy yo – el aparente Alan bajó del escenario para caminar a oscuras, conmigo siguiéndolo. 

— ¿Miles? Pero, ¿Cómo?

— Hasta que al fin piensas, genio – Continuó avanzando hasta llegar a la zona donde antes estábamos, se agachó para recoger el control. A su lado, nuestros cuerpos originales se movían con molestia y confusión, tratando de hacer algo más allá de sólo estar atados.

— ¿Te... inmovilizaste a ti mismo? 

— Sí, sí, luego preguntas sobre ello.

Era extraño ver a Alan actuar de esa manera, si bien, no era extremadamente amable, tampoco era arrogante como solía ser Miles. Por lo qué ver a Alan con los hombros hacía atrás, la barbilla levantada y esa mirada de sabelotodo, era extraño. 

— ¿Y ahora qué? 

— ¡Cielos, Ethan! – volvió a subir al escenario – ¡Ocupa un poco el cerebro! Se notaba a leguas lo que querías hacer con el cuerpo de Ruben, hazlo. Ahora puedes.

Por un segundo dude en que hacer. Algo cohibido por la presencia de Miles, o del propio Ruben y Alan que se encontraban tratando de moverse. 

Estaba por simplemente salir huyendo, pero... Ya no soy aquel nerd escuálido, cobarde y perdedor, no. Ahora soy Ruben Hernández, el sexy latino con el que todos tienen fantasías mientras ven sus obras.

Flexione los brazos, sintiendo los bíceps gruesos y grandes ensancharse a través de la ropa, sonreí. Mis manos se posaron en mis pectorales para después apretarlos, mis sentidos parecieron tocar el cielo. Mi expresión se tornó en tonta mientras apretaba y jugueteaba más con los relieves. 

Me quité rápidamente la camisa, dejando a la vista mis abdominales. Levanté un poco el relieve de los pantalones para ver la masculinidad escondida del chico.

— ¡Es enorme! – dije emocionado. Se veía gruesa, morena y un tanto peluda, no me imaginaba que Ruben estuviera tan peludo de ahí abajo. 

Estaba a punto de volver a tocarme cuándo Miles tomó ventaja, tomándome de la cintura para apegarme a él y comenzar a besarme. En un inicio correspondí hasta después empujarlo cómo pude.

— ¡¿Qué te pasa, Miles?!

— Nah, mi nombre es Alan, amigo... – murmuró – Y no lo sé, creo que tengo necesidades hoy que perfectamente tu puedes solucionar.

Nos besamos con intensidad, sus manos rondando por todo mi cuerpo y mi piel. De inmediato se lanzó contra mi cuello para empezar a besarlo y lamerlo, mi cuerpo temblaba por reacción. 

— ¿No te gusta, Ruben?... – susurró para verme a los ojos

— Sí, sí me gusta – Respondí para tomarlo de las mejillas y estampar nuestros labios en un beso caótico. Era una maraña de besos descuidados, lenguas y saliva. 

Un ruido sonó desde la puerta, cómo si alguien estuviera a punto de entrar. De inmediato tomé a Miles para escondernos detrás del telón, no sería buena idea que nos encontrarán con dos tipos amarrados. 

Que al fin y al cabo, nadie haría nada si encontraban a "Miles" y "Ethan" en tal situación, no sería la primera vez que sucedía eso, no les harían caso en lo que dijeran, menos al acusar a dos chicos de teatro. Pero era mejor no dejar rastros.

Terminamos por salir por la parte detrás del auditorio, no sin antes tomar las mochilas y maletas que Ruben y Alan traían consigo. Terminamos en los vestidores del gimnasio, aparente vacíos.

— ¡Cielos amigo, eso fue genial! 

— Ni que lo digas – Miles dijo sentado. Con esos aires de superioridad

— Aunque... ¿Por qué me besaste?

— El cuerpo de Ruben es ardiente, además de que tenerte a ti dentro abre las puertas a muchas posibilidades.

— Pero, ¿no ibas a tomar a Blake?

— Sí

— ¿Y porque estas dentro de Alan?

— Porque es ardiente y necesitabas ayuda.

— ¿Lo hiciste por mí?

— Sí... Y me molesto un par de veces así que también por eso.

Tomó la maleta de Alan para abrirla. Su sonrisa se iluminó al ver el interior, comenzando a sacar ropa por montones. 

— ¿Qué haces?

— ¡Esto está lleno de ropa deportiva! – se llevó unos shorts a la cara, jadeando por el aroma. Seguramente estaban impregnados de sudor, de inmediato se levantó para empezar a quitarse lo que traía y cambiarse por un traje de compresión, de tonos oliva pero que dejaba todo a la vista. 

Ahueco su bulto, con una sonrisa satisfactoria. Después levantó sus axilas para empezar a olfatearse, lamió su piel, extasiado por su aroma y sabor. 

— ¿Vas a quedarte sólo ahí de pie? – había algo en su mirada... Que no sé cómo describirlo pero fue un encanto. 

Me quité también lo que traía para cambiarme, una playera deportiva sin mangas morada, algo suelta. Pero que dejaba a la vista desde mis brazos hasta parte de mis abdominales y mis pectorales. 

— Estás apestoso, Alan... – murmuré acortando la distancia entre ambos.

— ¿Y cuál es el problema, Hernández? – dijo con indiferencia. 

A lo que lo tomé con fuerza para apegarme contra él. Soltó un jadeo agudo qué me hizo levantar la ceja, él estaba un tanto apenado, pero a mí pareció encantarme. Cómo si algo se activará por primera vez en mí.

— Ven aquí.

De inmediato comencé a succionar y morder suavemente, lo que causó que él soltará un suspiro, lo tome con algo de fuerza mientras comenzaba a tocar sus glúteos.

— N-no... E-espera – Trató de murmurar – Y-yo quiero ser q-quien este arriba...

Solté una carcajada por el comentario.

Quería mucho a Miles, sin duda era mi mejor amigo además de Logan, pero esta era la oportunidad perfecta para tomar venganza por todas las veces dónde su arrogancia se interpuso.

Ni siquiera le respondí, con mi nueva fuerza me las arregle para bajarle de golpe aquel traje, sin duda se le veía fantástico, pero era estorboso para todo lo que deseaba hacer.

Me agache un poco para tener acceso a sus pectorales y el relieve en ellos, comenzando a succionarlos y mordisquearlos. La voz de Alan y sus jadeos resonaban por todo el lugar, ansioso por más. 

Fue entonces que noté el reflejo tras de nosotros, jamás pensé ver a estos dos haciendo algo así. Pero aquí estábamos.

Lo que me extasió aun más. 

Me despegué de repente, lo que dejó a Miles con una expresión entre lo torpe, lo caliente y lo desesperado. 

— No, no. De rodillas – dije autoritario. 

Él me observó con una mirada vidriada y de inmediato se tiro a cuatro patas. Yo sólo pude levantar mi playera para enseñarle mis abdominales. 

Ni siquiera tuve que ordenarle nada está vez, sólo se dedico a bajar el elástico para poner su boca en marcha. Lamiendo y succionando como desesperado, casi se escuchaba como un perro tomando agua. 

— Tu sabor... – murmuró, sacando un poco más la lengua – Sabe muy salado...

— ¿Te gusta? Lo dejé así especialmente para ti, Alan 

— Me encanta...

Y de inmediato se volvió a pegar contra mí. Duramos así por un buen rato, frotandonos como locos hasta que las cosas evolucionaron y todo terminó regado por el suelo del vestidor.

El golpear entre nuestras pieles y el sudor qué impregnaba el aire, no hacían más que aumentar el volumen de los choques.

— ¡Ah! – Miles casi aulló, la entrada de Alan se sentía tan apretada, lista para servirme. 

— ¿Te encanta, no? Imagina que así te tuviera durante la obra de teatro – gruñí – Qué toda la escuela supiera que el motociclista Alan Wood no es nada más que mi pertenencia.

Y di otro vaivén que tronó con fuerza, acompañado de un fuerte jadeo. 

— ¡Sí! ¡Sí! 

— ¿Lo quieres dentro, no?

— ¡Por favor sí, dámelo Ruben! ¡Por favor!

Y sin más. Termine derramando toda mi semilla en su interior, parecía que el cuerpo en el que ahora habitaba se había abstenido de estas cosas, porque terminé liberando montones de espesa sustancia. 

"Alan" sólo se quedó tirado sobre el banco con la respiración agitada y entrecortada, hecho un desastre entre su sudor y mi propia carga. 

Seguí explorando la ropa dentro del bolso de Ruben para cambiarme, olía igual de apestoso qué lo anterior, ¿pero a quién le importaba? El nuevo Ruben tenía muchas mejoras que estaba ansioso por mostrar al mundo. 

Miles terminó reincorporandose después de un rato, estaba a punto de limpiarse cuando lo detuve.

— Nah, así ponte la ropa.

— Qué divertido... – murmuró con sarcasmo, otra vez parecía ser él mismo – Estás loco si crees que te haré caso.

Intentó alcanzar una toalla pero se la arrebate de golpe.

— Te dije que no.

— ¿¡De qué mierda hablas, Ethan!?

— Ruben, querrás decir.

— ¡Dame la toalla para limpiarme!

Ni siquiera le respondí. Removí el interior del bolso de Alan hasta encontrar una remera deportiva negra que parecía ser lo que apestaba con más fuerza en la bolsa, además de unos shorts. 

— Pontelos. 

Me miró con furia, pero hasta él sabía que había perdido, por lo qué no tuvo más remedio que hacerme caso. 

Ambos salimos del lugar, Miles seguía molesto mientras avanzabamos por los pasillos. Se sentía fabuloso sentir las miradas de todos, sonrisas, incluso un casual "hey". ¡Al fin no éramos invisibles!

— Ya no estés molesto – dije bajo.

— Cierra la boca.

— Cómo si no te haya gustado.

— Me gustó. Pero ahora apesto...

— Ni siquiera vas a quedarte en ese cuerpo. Y dijiste que te molesto varias veces, ¿no?

Miles me observó por una fracción de segundo, cómo si hubiera descubierto la ecuación faltante para un problema. Una sonrisa burlona se dibujo en sus labios de inmediato.

Flexionó sus brazos, pareciendo presumir en público, enseñó sus axilas sudorosas y dejó de importarle todo lo que apestaba. Avanzando con una mezcla de orgullo y burla en sí mismo por los pasillos.

Algunas chicas lo miraron extrañadas, pero otros chicos... Casi babearon por él. 

Sacó su teléfono, rebusco en la galería de Alan alguna típica foto de las cuáles estaba plagado su Instagram. 

Y decidió subir una nueva publicación a todas sus redes con un simple texto:

《 Supongo que no sabes de lo que te estas perdiendo hasta que te dan duro. Lol, bye chicas, mi cuerpo sólo le pertenece a hombres apestosos y sedientos por mí 》

Su teléfono se volvió loco después de eso, pero prefirió ignorarlo.

Avanzamos hasta la biblioteca, dónde Logan seguía esperando.

O bueno, "Caleb". Sentado con los brazos flexionados de forma casual, olfateando y sonriendo cada vez que daba una bocanada más. 

Levantó la mirada para verme, sonriendo con satisfacción, al parecer ni se había dado cuenta de "Alan".

— Hey, guapo – me guiño el ojo, sonriendo. Aunque eso no duró mucho, ya que empezó a olfatear cómo si se tratara de un sabueso – ¿A qué huele?... Huele a... – du mirada se enfocó por fin en Alan – ¿Miles, eres tu?

— Ahorrátelo, Logan.

Se sentó frente a él. Si para mí olía fuerte el hedor, no me imaginaba la gloria en la que ahora se encontraba Logan.

— ¿No ibas a ser Blake? 

— Sí, es una parada de emergencia, aun sigue mi plan – murmuró malhumorado. 

— En fin... "Ethan" y "Miles" fueron llevados a dirección después de que los encontraron, al parecer podrían suspenderlos por "abuso de sustancias" después de que estaban delirando cosas ridículas – Logan sonrió con malicia. 

Por una parte me sentí mal acerca del destino de Ruben, él no me había hecho nada, sólo era mi crush. Pero no podía retractarme... 

— ¿Y "Logan"? – Miles preguntó.

— Ah, ese mantecoso – El nuevo Caleb se jacto con una risa – Está más dominado y torpe que nunca, casi hipnotizado, diría yo.

Me senté al lado de los chicos, era irreal pensar que apenas unas horas atrás éramos unos nerds perdedores, y ahora estábamos ocupando el lugar de chicos populares, musculosos y atractivos.

— ¿Y qué planeas hacer ahora, Miles? – me atreví a preguntarle. 

— Conseguir lo que es mío. 

Continuará 

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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 tercera parte de "Switch Up", una nueva serie para el blog, ojalá les guste.

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

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Training

The way he was running on that track, I knew he was training for something. He doesn’t need to train anymore. The time has come for his harvest. I put a little bit of the serum in his water bottle and waited for him to complete his workout. He drank it all in one go. I saw him become visibly woozy before collapsing into the dugout. It was a perfect place to slide into his skin. It’s amazing to be in such a body. I had no clue he was covered in so many tattoos. He’ll be the perfect addition to my collection.