Sneaked Into A Fellow Suiters Closet. Think He Will Be A Bit Mad, But It's So Exciting To Explore His

Filo Shenanigans

AI GENERATED STORY PROMPT OUTLINE: FILO HUNKS GETS POSSESSED BY AUSSIE GHOST

Miguel was a hot Filipino hunk, his body sculpted to perfection, every muscle defined under his caramel skin. His days were filled with admiration from men and women alike, but tonight, his life was about to change forever.

As Miguel lay in bed, a strange chill filled the room. His body convulsed, his eyes rolling back into his head as an Australian ghost, driven by insatiable lust, took possession of his body. Miguel's soul went dormant, and when he opened his eyes, they gleamed with a new, wicked light.

"Well, fuck me dead, this is a bloody nice rig!" the ghost said, testing out his new, Australian-accented voice. He stood in front of the mirror, flexing his biceps, tracing his hands over Miguel's abs. "Look at this hot piece of meat. Damn, I'm a stunner!"

He grinned, running his hands down to the bulge in his shorts. "Gotta see what kind of cock I've got here," he muttered, pulling down his shorts and revealing a massive erection. "Bloody hell, look at the size of this thing. This giant filo cock is fuckin' beautiful."

The ghost, now fully in control, began to stroke his new member, slowly at first, relishing the sensation. "Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, his voice echoing in the room. "This is what I needed. Feels so fuckin' good."

His strokes quickened, his grip tightening around the shaft. "Fuck, I'm so hot. Look at this body, this cock. Gonna blow a massive load," he panted, his eyes fixed on his reflection, his new accent thick with lust.

With a guttural moan, the ghost brought himself to the edge, his hips thrusting into his hand. "Here it comes, mate. Fuckin' cumming!" he shouted, his body tensing as he shot streams of cum all over the mirror, his reflection grinning back at him.

Breathing heavily, the ghost admired his handiwork. "Bloody fantastic," he said, wiping the cum from the mirror with a satisfied smirk. "This body is mine now, and I'm gonna enjoy every fuckin' second of it."

Miguel, still under the control of the horny Australian ghost, walked back to the mirror. His new body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, highlighting every muscle and vein. He flexed his biceps, turning to admire his broad shoulders and powerful back.

"Guess I can speak Tagalog now," he said, his voice still carrying the Australian twang but now seamlessly shifting into fluent Tagalog. "Tingnan mo ang katawan na ito, sobrang init." (Look at this body, so hot.)

He continued to admire himself, running his hands over his chest and abs. "Ang ganda ng muscles ko, sobrang tigas." (My muscles are beautiful, so hard.) His hands moved lower, teasing the edge of his shorts. "Ang laki ng titi ko, gustong-gusto kong magbate." (My cock is huge, I really want to jerk off.)

Just as he began to stroke his cock again, Miguel's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID – it was his friend, Marco. With a wicked grin, he answered, not stopping his movements.

"Hey, Marco," he said, trying to mimic Miguel's usual tone. "Ano'ng ginagawa mo?" (What are you doing?)

"Miguel, bro, okay ka lang ba? Parang iba yung boses mo." (Miguel, bro, are you okay? Your voice sounds different.)

"Never felt better, mate," Miguel replied, suppressing a groan as he continued to stroke himself. "Just enjoying the... finer things in life."

"Sigurado ka? Para kang pagod." (Are you sure? You sound tired.)

"Pagod? Hindi, sobra akong energized." (Tired? No, I'm very energized.) He emphasized the word with a particularly firm stroke, his cock pulsing in his hand. "Actually, I feel like I could go all night."

Marco hesitated. "Baka may kailangan ka, bro? Mukhang kailangan mo ng tulong."

"Help? Oh, I'm getting all the help I need," Miguel replied, his voice thick with lust. "Everything's coming together perfectly."

"Parang kailangan mo ng pahinga, Miguel. Mukhang kailangan mong magpahinga." (It sounds like you need rest, Miguel. Maybe you should take a break.)

"Oh, don't worry, Marco," he said, barely able to contain his moans. "I'm getting plenty of... release. Everything is just... perfect."

As he hung up, Miguel's strokes became faster, his reflection in the mirror showing a man lost in pure ecstasy. "Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, his body tensing as he neared climax. "Ito na... lalabasan na ako!" (Here it comes... I'm cumming!)

With a final thrust, he shot his load all over the mirror, his body shaking with pleasure. Panting, he admired his reflection once more. "This body is mine," he said, his voice a mix of Australian and Tagalog. "And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second." BONUS PT. SHOE SHOPPING

Possessed Miguel strolled into the quiet shoe store, his muscular frame immediately catching the eye of the young, lithe assistant behind the counter. The twink, Ethan, couldn't help but stare, his eyes lingering on Miguel powerful legs, broad shoulders and sexy feet.

"G'day, mate," Miguel said, his Australian accent thick and playful. "I'm lookin' for some new slides. Got any recommendations?"

Ethan, clearly flustered, nodded quickly. "Y-yes, sir, right this way."

Miguel followed Ethan to the back of the store, where the assistant displayed a selection of slides. Miguel took his time, making a show of slipping off his shoes and flexing his toes. He caught Ethan's gaze fixed on his feet and smirked.

"Size eleven, yeah?" Miguel said, raising an eyebrow. "You got these in my size?"

Ethan stammered, "I-I think so. Let me check."

Miguel spread his toes, wiggling them seductively. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Ethan blushed, barely able to meet Miguel eyes. "Uh, y-yes, they're very... nice."

Miguel grinned, slipping his feet into a pair of slides and flexing his calves. "Why don't you come closer, have a proper look," he suggested.

Ethan hesitated, then stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Miguel sexy feet. "They look perfect on you," he murmured, his voice trembling with excitement.

Miguel leaned in, his breath hot against Ethan's ear. "Glad you think so. How about you help me try 'em on properly?" He lifted his foot, placing it on a nearby stool, and let Ethan's fingers graze his skin.

Ethan's hands trembled as he adjusted the slides, his touch lingering on Miguel's smooth, muscular legs. "They're really... perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Miguel's voice dropped to a husky murmur. "You like touching them, don't you?" He placed a hand on Ethan's chin, lifting his gaze. "What about the rest of me?"

Before Ethan could respond, Miguelk pulled him into a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring Ethan's mouth. Ethan melted into him, his hands roaming over Miguel's sculpted chest.

"Let's take this out back," Miguel whispered, his voice dripping with lust.

In the back room, Miguel pressed Ethan against the wall, his hands sliding down to undo the assistant's pants. Ethan's breath hitched as Miguel's fingers teased his entrance. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Please, fuck me."

Miguel grinned, positioning himself. "You want this?" he murmured, his cock hard and ready.

"Yes, fuck yes," Ethan begged, his body trembling.

Miguel entered him with one powerful thrust, their moans echoing in the small room. "Fuck, you're tight," Miguel growled, his hands gripping Ethan's hips.

Ethan's moans grew louder as Miguel pounded into him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both. "You're so fucking hot," Miguel panted, increasing his pace.

"Yes daddy, yes, fuck me harder," Ethan cried out, his nails digging into Miguel back.

As Miguel felt himself nearing climax, he pulled out, turning Ethan around. "Show me how much you want it," he said, his voice commanding. Ethan knelt before Miguel, taking the massive cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Miguel's hands guided him, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "I'm gonna cum," Miguekl's groaned, pulling back at the last moment. It took Miguel all his will power to not cum in that very moment.

Ethan stayed on his knees, his eyes fixated on the muscular man's feet. He couldn't resist his fetish any longer. "Your feet are so fucking sexy," he whispered, leaning down to worship them.

Miguel smirked, watching Ethan's tongue flick out to lick his toes. "You love my feet, don't you?" he said, his voice thick with arousal.

Ethan moaned in response, his hands stroking Miguel's feet as he began to jerk himself off. He couldn't hold back, his cum splattering all over Miguel's feet. Without missing a beat, Ethan leaned down, licking his own cum off Miguel's toes.

Miguel's groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing with need. "Good boy," he murmured, guiding Ethan back up. He took his cock in hand and began to stroke it furiously, his eyes locked on Ethan.

"I'm gonna cum," Miguel growled, his hand moving faster. With a final, powerful thrust, he shot his load all over the new slides.

Miguel grinned, satisfied. "Good boy," he murmured, lifting Ethan's chin for another kiss.

Miguel adjusted the slides, feeling the sticky warmth of his own cum beneath his feet. Miguel grinned, pulling up his pants. "Told ya you'd love it," he said, giving Ethan a playful smack on the ass. "Thanks for the slides, mate, perfect fit"

With a confident stride, Miguel walked out of the store, the new slides on his feet and a satisfied smirk on his face. Miguel couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Possessing this body was turning out to be even more enjoyable than he had imagined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Switch Up: Ethan's Relief

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Switch Up: Ethan's Relief (English Version)

- And what are we supposed to do? - I muttered with Miles walking beside me, but he just had a smile on his lips, huge and wide-eyed.

- This is perfect! This is the invention of the century! This almost beats electricity! - Miles was absorbed in his thoughts, with that little smile without even paying attention to his surroundings. I snorted in annoyance, still moving along the corridors beside him.

- Do you have any idea where to find Blake?

- Steve Jobs must be turning in his grave!

I narrowed my eyes, noticing that he clearly wasn't going to pay attention to me.

So I took a hallway to the right, not sure if Ruben would be there, but he almost always was. What was there to lose?

Miles kept chattering with every step we took, until we ended up in the auditorium.

A somewhat dark, large space, the stage at the front with a dim light illuminating it, the seats at the front. There seemed to be no one there, we were about to turn around when I heard something behind the curtain.

- Don't you think we're in trouble? - a familiar but unrecognizable voice rang out.

- We are rehearsing, what would be the problem?

And there it was. Ruben's voice, I recognized the accent perfectly.

You see... I had been in love with that guy since we entered high school, he was new. Just back from exchange, with his smile and his brown skin.

We barely exchanged words in first year, he used to be almost a mystery, he spoke little but had a peculiar charm. “Latin's Flame” they began to say in the corridors; and when he entered the theater workshop, he became popular.

The theater seemed to give him an inordinate confidence, far away was that boy who spoke little and seemed to be supplanted by another who was full of friends, almost fed by the girls (and some boys) drooling over him while he played Romeo or some theatrical shit.

And he was even further out of my league than he already was. I've never known if he's gay, he's never had a girlfriend but maybe he's not interested in it; there have been thousands of rumors of girls who flirted with him and received the occasional kiss, date or even gift, but nothing that could be confirmed.

From the curtain he emerged. In some sort of denim attire, he didn't know what plays were about to open this month, but the way the camisole clung to his chest and arms was a delight.

- Why did we come for him first? - Miles muttered with annoyance.

- Because you kept praising yourself, keep quiet.

He just let out a snort before standing still in the shadows. I keep watching carefully what was going on, from the curtain emerged another figure: Alan.

A member of the drama club as well, perhaps not as prominent as Ruben was, although he had his charm....

The biker vibe certainly helped him a lot.

Alan stood in front of the dark-haired man to slightly adjust his suit.

- We are still occupying the theater without asking.

- Don't be such a crybaby, teacher Rivera had an accident and will be absent for two weeks, just as long as we have to rehearse before the play. It gives me confidence to use the stage.

- Pff... As you wish, Hernandez.

Alan was next to him on the stage, they went over lines while Ruben moved and the other one checked him with script in hand.

- If you plan to do something, it's time to do it - Miles muttered. We both started walking down between the seats at a slow pace, my heart pounding a thousand beats a second.

- So what's the plan? There are two of them.

- So are we

- No offense but I don't think you can against Alan's strength and the help of my body.

Miles narrowed his eyes. Then he rummaged through his backpack carefully until he pulled out a rope, I raised my eyebrow.

- I don't want to judge your tastes but I don't think this is the best time for that

- That's not what I brought it for, asshole. It's to immobilize your original body so it doesn't pose any danger before we get away from here.

I was about to complain when Miles stuffed who knows what in my mouth, tied my hands and then my feet.

I sat there with a frown on my face, looking at him with some anger.

- You'll thank me later - He said, pointing at me with the controller and pressing the yellow button - I hope you're ready - He pointed at Ruben later and clicked the green button.

Suddenly, my eyes met the light of the stage, to which I had to cover myself with a slight grunt of annoyance. There was a certain silence, although I seemed to hear murmurs, it was like being underwater, I knew that something sounded around me but I could not distinguish it.

- Ruben? - I finally heard Alan murmur. I turned my eyes towards him, and before he could answer. I saw my chest. Well-formed now, broad, thick... I couldn't even look away from the two fat bulges that were now forming in my shirt - Ruben, are you all right?

He spoke again.

- Huh? Yes, yes, everything's fine... - I whispered, unable to take my eyes off my new body. I smelled Ruben's cologne, rather, my new cologne. It took all the strength in the world for me not to let out a whimper, but I was getting impatient... I wanted to smell myself like crazy, to touch myself. God, I wanted to see what was behind those pants!

Quiet again.

- Well? Aren't you going to say your lines again?

- Y-yeah, sure. I-I... - I mumbled. It was clear I had nothing, I didn't even know what that play was about.

- Dude, are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary? You look really weird.

- No, no, not at all.

- Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary? I think it's important that... - he was gently approaching me until his eyes rolled back in his head for a second, his expression became vacant and then seemed to return to normal, he blinked, looked at me and then rolled his eyes in disgust - Fuck, I thought he was never going to shut up.

- Alan? - I asked confused.

- Don't be ridiculous, it's me - the apparent Alan stepped off the stage to walk in the dark, with me following him.

- Miles? But how?

- Until you finally think, genius - He continued to move forward until he reached the area where we were before, he bent down to pick up the controller. Beside him, our original bodies moved with discomfort and confusion, trying to do something beyond just being tied together.

- Did you... immobilized yourself?

- Yes, yes, then you ask about it.

It was strange to see Alan acting that way, while, he wasn't extremely nice, he wasn't arrogant like Miles used to be either. So seeing Alan with his shoulders back, his chin up and that know-it-all look on his face was strange.

- What now?

- Geez, Ethan! - he came back on stage - Occupy your brain a little! It was plain to see what you wanted to do with Ruben's body, do it. Now you can.

For a second I hesitated about what to do. Somewhat self-conscious of the presence of Miles, or of Ruben and Alan himself who were trying to move.

I was about to just run away, but.... I'm not that scrawny, cowardly, loser nerd anymore, nope. Now I'm Ruben Hernandez, the sexy Latino that everyone fantasizes about while watching his plays.

Flexing my arms, feeling my big, thick biceps widen through my clothes, I smiled. My hands came to rest on my pecs and then squeezed them, my senses seemed to touch the sky. My expression became goofy as I squeezed and fiddled more with the reliefs.

I quickly removed my shirt, exposing my abs. I lifted the relief of the pants a little to see the guy's hidden masculinity.

- He's huge! - I said excitedly. He looked thick, dark and somewhat hairy, I couldn't imagine Ruben being so hairy down there.

I was about to touch myself again when Miles took advantage, grabbing me by the waist to pull me close to him and start kissing me. At first I reciprocated until I pushed him away as far as I could.

- What's wrong with you, Miles?!

- Nah, my name's Alan, dude.... - he murmured - And I don't know, I think I have needs today that you can perfectly solve.

We kissed intensely, his hands roaming all over my body and skin. He immediately threw himself against my neck to start kissing and licking it, my body trembling in reaction.

- Don't you like it, Ruben? - he whispered to look me in the eyes

- Yes, yes I like it - I answered to take him by the cheeks and to press our lips in a chaotic kiss. It was a tangle of sloppy kisses, tongues and saliva.

A noise sounded from the door, as if someone was about to enter. I immediately grabbed Miles to hide us behind the curtain, it wouldn't be a good idea to be found with two guys tied up.

That after all, nobody would do anything if they found “Miles” and “Ethan” in such a situation, it wouldn't be the first time that happened, they wouldn't pay attention to what they said, less when accusing two guys of theater. But it was better not to leave any traces.

We ended up leaving through the back of the auditorium, but not before taking the backpacks and suitcases that Ruben and Alan brought with them. We ended up in the gym locker room, apparently empty.

- Man, that was great!

- You're telling me - Miles said sitting down. With those airs of superiority

- Although.... Why did you kiss me?

- Ruben's body is hot, plus having you in it opens the door to so many possibilities.

- But weren't you going to take Blake?

- Yes

- And why are you inside Alan?

- Because he's hot and you needed help.

- Did you do it for me?

- Yes... And he pissed me off a couple of times so that's why too.

She picked up Alan's suitcase to open it. His smile brightened as he looked inside, starting to pull out clothes by the pile.

- What are you doing?

- This is full of sportswear! - She pulled some shorts to her face, gasping at the scent. Surely they were soaked with sweat, he immediately stood up to start taking off what he was wearing and change into a compression suit, olive-toned but leaving everything on display.

He cupped his bulge, with a satisfied smile. Then he lifted his armpits to begin sniffing himself, licked his skin, enraptured by her scent and taste.

- Are you just going to stand there? - There was something in his gaze... I don't know how to describe it but it was enchanting.

I also took off what I had brought to change, a purple sleeveless sport shirt, a little loose. But it showed from my arms to part of my abs and pectorals.

- You stink, Alan... - I muttered, closing the distance between us.

- So what's the problem, Hernandez? - he said indifferently.

To which I grabbed him hard to press myself against him. He let out a sharp gasp that made me raise my eyebrow, he was a little embarrassed, but I seemed to love it. As if something was activated for the first time in me.

- Come here.

I immediately started sucking and biting gently, which caused him to let out a sigh, I grabbed him with some force as I started touching his buttocks.

- N-no... W-wait - He tried to mumble - I-I want to be w-whoever is on top....

I let out a laugh at the comment.

I loved Miles very much, no doubt he was my best friend besides Logan, but this was the perfect opportunity to take revenge for all the times where his arrogance got in the way.

I didn't even answer him, with my new strength I managed to slam that suit down, no doubt he looked fantastic, but it was in the way of everything I wanted to do.

I bent down a little to gain access to his pecs and the relief in them, beginning to suck and nibble on them. Alan's voice and gasps echoed throughout, eager for more.

It was then that I noticed the reflection behind us, I never thought I'd see these two doing something like this. But here we were.

Which made me even more ecstatic.

I suddenly peeled off, which left Miles with an expression somewhere between awkward, hot and desperate.

- No, no. On your knees - I said authoritatively.

He watched me with a glazed look and immediately dropped to all fours. I could only lift my shirt to show him my abs.

I didn't even have to order him anything this time, he just pulled down the elastic to get his mouth going. Licking and sucking like desperate, it almost sounded like a dog drinking water.

- Your taste... - he murmured, sticking out his tongue a little more - It tastes very salty...

- Do you like it? I left it like this especially for you, Alan

- I love it....

And he immediately pressed himself against me again. We went on like that for quite a while, rubbing each other like crazy until things evolved and everything ended up all over the floor of the dressing room.

The pounding between our skins and the sweat that permeated the air, only increased the volume of the shocks.

- Ah!" Miles almost howled, Alan's entrance felt so tight, ready to serve me.

- You love it, don't you? Imagine if that's how I had you during the play - I growled - Let the whole school know that biker Alan Wood is nothing more than my belonging.

And I gave another hard thrust that thundered loudly, accompanied by a loud gasp.

- Yes! Yes!

- You want it in, don't you?

- Please yes, give it to me Ruben! Please!

And without further ado. I ended up spilling all my seed inside him, it seemed that the body I now inhabited had abstained from these things, because I ended up releasing loads of thick substance.

“Alan” just lay there on the bench with his breath hitching and gasping, a mess between his sweat and my own load.

I kept exploring the clothes inside Ruben's bag to change, it smelled just as stinky as the old one, but who cared? The new Ruben had many improvements that he was eager to show the world.

Miles ended up rejoining me after a while, he was about to clean himself when I stopped him.

- Nah, that's how you put your clothes on.

- How funny... - he muttered sarcastically, again he seemed to be himself - You're crazy if you think I'll listen to you.

He reached for a towel but I snatched it away from him.

- I told you no.

- What the fuck are you talking about, Ethan?!?

- Ruben, you mean.

- Give me the towel to wipe myself!

I didn't even answer him. I rummaged through the inside of Alan's bag until I found a black sport shirt, which seemed to be what stunk the loudest in the bag, plus some shorts.

- Put them on.

He looked at me angrily, but even he knew he had lost, so he had no choice but to listen to me.

We both left the place, Miles still annoyed as we made our way down the halls. It felt fabulous to feel everyone's stares, smiles, even a casual “hey”. Finally we weren't invisible!

- Don't be annoyed anymore - I said softly.

- Shut your mouth.

- As if you didn't like it.

- I liked it. But now I stink...

- You're not even going to stay in that body. And you said I annoyed you several times, right?

Miles watched me for a split second, as if he had discovered the missing equation to a problem. A smirk immediately tugged at his lips.

He flexed his arms, seeming to show off in public, flashed his sweaty armpits, and stopped caring about everything that stank. Advancing with a mixture of pride and mockery in himself down the aisles.

Some girls looked at him quizzically, but other guys? They almost drooled over him.

He pulled out his phone, rummaged through Alan's gallery for some typical photo of which his Instagram was plagued.

And she decided to upload a new post to all her networks with a simple text:

《 I guess you don't know what you're missing until you get hard. Lol, bye girls, my body only belongs to stinky men who are thirsty for me 》

His phone went crazy after that, but he chose to ignore it. We advanced to the library, where Logan was still waiting. Or well, “Caleb.” Sitting with his arms casually flexed, sniffing and smiling every time he took another puff.

He looked up to see me, smirking, apparently he hadn't even noticed “Alan”.

- Hey, handsome - he winked at me, smiling. That didn't last long, though, as he started sniffing like a bloodhound - What's that smell...? Smells like... - his gaze finally focused on Alan - Miles, is that you?

- Save it, Logan.

He sat down across from him. If the stench smelled strong to me, I couldn't imagine the glory in which Logan now found himself.

- Weren't you going to be Blake?

- Yes, it's an emergency stop, still following my plan - he muttered grumpily.

- Anyway... "Ethan" and "Miles" were taken to management after they were found, apparently they might get suspended for "substance abuse" after they were raving ridiculous things - Logan grinned mischievously.

On the one hand I felt bad about Ruben's fate, he hadn't done anything to me, he was just my crush. But I couldn't take it back...

- And “Logan?” - Miles asked.

- Ah, that buttery - The new Caleb bragged with a laugh - He's more dominated and awkward than ever, almost hypnotized, I'd say.

I sat next to the guys, it was unreal to think that just a few hours ago we were loser nerds, and now we were taking the place of popular, muscular, attractive guys.

- So what do you plan to do now, Miles? - I dared to ask him.

- Get what's mine.

To be continued

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

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Husband In A Cowboy

I think my husband likes his new skin. He’s always appreciated cowboys, but never harvested one of his own. Luckily, I keep a steady stream of new skins for him to try on. Of course, I wore this cowboy when I first harvested him, but seeing him worn by another man gets me more excited. I can’t wait to come home to this. He’s even adopted his attitude.

Rivals Inside [ Parte Dos ]

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.

Rivals Inside: Parte Dos (Versión Español)

Me llamo Samuel, y no me siento satisfecho con la vida que llevo. No te confundas, sé que mi apariencia está por encima de lo que la mayoría de chicos quisiera llegar a ser, mi familia tiene una buena cantidad de dinero, tengo muchos seguidores en redes sociales y sin duda soy guapo.

Pero no soy feliz.

Cuando tenía trece años, me di cuenta de dos cosas; que tenía talento para la moda, y que me gustaba mi mejor amigo.

Siempre me sentí cómodo con Max a mi lado, e incluso protegido, a esa edad, él aun no era la masa de músculos qué es hoy en día. Pero sin duda si era hábil para golpear si alguien se atrevía a burlarse de mí. Y amaba nuestra amistad, pero no podía aguantar más llamar amigo a alguien que deseaba día y noche.

Así que cuando llegó ese verano... me propuse darle fin a todo ese lío. Sé perfectamente que pude haberle dicho lo que sentía, que podía haber tomado más alternativas.

Pero era adolescente, e hice lo que mejor creí en ese entonces (irónicamente, fue el peor error).

Me ocupe de dos cosas: mejorar mi guardarropa y mi físico. Tuve un glow up, si quieres decirlo así, de ser un chico con acné y ropa promedio, pasé a tener la piel tersa, bajar de peso y vestirme con estilo.

Y terminé diciéndole a Max que ya no quería ser su amigo. Y así... nuestra amistad llegó a su final. Preferí cortar todo lazo para ya no sentir que un sólo abrazo de él, me volviera loco.

Pero aunque ya no fuéramos amigos... él seguía gustándome con cada fibra de mi ser. Eso fue lo peor, me encantaba; y ahora no tenía nada. No me había dejado de gustar pero tampoco era mi amigo ya.

Me llene de amigos falsos, cada uno más superficial qué el anterior. Y se creo una especie de rivalidad con Max; en cada disciplina que ambos compitieramos, siempre sería una disputa sin fin, un duelo entre él y yo por ver quién vencía a quién.

En un inicio fue divertido... Pero se hacía cansado cada vez tener que mantener esa fachada. Aunque lo que me dolía, es que seguramente su odio hacía mí, si era real. Y cómo no se me ocurrió nada mejor. Pensé que la solución era empezar a tratarlo mal, si empezaba a ser hostil con él... Desaparecerían mis sentimientos por él. ¿No?

Error de nuevo, ahora no sólo le había rotó el corazón, sino que era un patán con él. Y me enfrasque en un círculo vicioso entre arrepentirme, volver a hacerlo para tratar de quitarme la sensación y darme cuenta de que seguía enamorado de él.

No me gustaba la música electrónica, el ritmo... sólo no me gustaba. Pero sabía que a Max sí, y pronto estaría el EDC. Uno de los mejores festivales de música electrónica.

Pensé en regalarle el boleto cómo una disculpa, pero cómo podrás notar, a veces no soy el mejor planeando cosas. Así que decidí ir al EDC con algunas amistades, y... Tratar de disculparme, incluso pensé en confesarle lo que sentía. ¿Qué más perdería? Ya no estaba en mi vida, ya no éramos amigos, desperdicie casi toda mi adolescencia en una rivalidad tonta con él. Ya no había más que perder.

Incluso escogí un outift que fuera algo que le pareciera lindo, quería verme bien para él. Pero mi actitud volvía a arruinar las cosas.

Era cómo un método de defensa qué se activaba cada vez que lo veía, y ahí estaba, acabando de llamarlo "gorila tonto"

— ¿No dices que te gusta? – Mi amiga Astrid murmuró detrás de mí.

De todos mis amigos superficiales, Astrid era la única que si era real, era una muy buena amiga, y claramente, la única persona a la que le había confiado mi secreto.

Aunque cómo cualquier persona, se sentía bastante confundida en mi técnica de coqueteo.

— Sí...

— ¿Por qué no le dices lo que sientes mejor?

— ¡Por qué no puedo! ¡Cada vez que lo veo, es cómo si se activará algo automático que me hace responderle así! – Me sentía frustrado conmigo mismo, suspiré. Antes de que ella pudiera responder algo, volví a hablar – Tsk... iré a caminar.

Avancé entre las carpas y los stands del concierto. Juro que vi a dos tipos meterse detrás de un conjunto de estas mientras trataban de mantener sus manos alejadas de ellos mismos.

Y seguí caminando, tratando de lidiar con mis emociones, hasta llegar a un punto alejado, apenas había gente.

— Hey... ¿tienes alguna moneda que te sobre? Me falta un poco de dinero para el transporte.

Un hombre me sacó el susto de mi vida al aparecer detrás mío, gire a verlo. Se veía como cualquier otra persona, con una camisa cualquiera... en sí, no se veía un mal tipo.

— Eh... Claro – rebusque un par de monedas en mi pantalón para darle al menos unas quince – no las necesito, quedátelas.

— Hombre, gracias – las guardó, yo apenas asentí y volví a quedarme en mis pensamientos, el silencio duró un rato, hasta que volvió a hablar – ¿Tienes un dilema, eh?

— ¿Se me nota tanto? – no sabia porque estaba hablando con él, pero tenía una vibra reconfortante.

— Un poco. Más bien la pregunta sería, ¿Quieres la respuesta?

— Sí – no dude en responder.

— ¿Por qué no intentas ponerte en sus zapatos? Tal vez así sea más fácil entenderlo, o abrirte con él.

Ni siquiera pensé mucho en porque él sabía mis problemas, sólo reflexione lo que decía.

— Tienes razón – sonreí reconfortado – gracias

— Nada que agradecer, amigo. Oh, mira – se palpó sus bolsillos para sacar una moneda, se veía muy brillante – al parecer si tenía una moneda extra, ten, gracias.

Y sin más, se marchó.Tome la moneda entre mis manos para acariciarla, había una sensación cálida en ella... Pero decidí volver con Astrid.

El resto de la noche había ido medianamente bien, el estruendo de la música no era de mi agrado, y la sensación de que mi oportunidad de hablar con Max se estaba desvaneciendo, hacía todo peor.

— Sam, tienes que ir a hablar ya con él – murmuró Astrid mientras trataba de reconfortarme.

— Lo sé. ¿Pero cómo? Sólo quisiera saber cómo...

Susurré. Fue entonces que sentí una especie de energía liberandose desde mi bolsillo, un calor. En un inicio era tenue, pero después comenzó a arder cómo el hierro.

Trate de decirle algo a Astrid pero todo a mi alrededor comenzaba a desvanecerse y tornarse en oscuro, sólo podía escuchar su voz angustiada que me llamaba. La oscuridad fue total hasta que de un momento a otro, cómo una subida vertiginosa, todo se llenó de colores, aromas y sonidos.

Parpadee un par de veces, tratando de adaptarme a un dolor de cabeza intenso, casi cómo si me hubieran dado con un ladrillo.

— Ugh... ¿Astrid? – miré hacía los lados, sin encontrar rastro de mi amiga. Aunque lo realmente confuso, fue notar mi voz; yo tenía una voz un tanto aguda, dulce. Pero ahora me encontré con un barítono completamente ajeno: profundo, masculino, grave. Bajé la mirada, encontrándome con dos grandes montículos de músculo qué se ocultaban a duras penas en un croptop. Me sentí distinto... Fuerte, grande. Poderoso.

Flexione mis nuevos brazos, sintiendo cómo se hinchaban, ¡cielos, casi era el tamaño de una pelota esa cosa!

Sonreí tontamente, empecé a picar con mi dedo mis nuevos pectorales, sintiendo como subía y bajaba la carne ante el empuje. Jamás había tenido músculos así, mi cuerpo estaba enfocado más en la estética, jamás en la fuerza.

Volví a levantar mi brazo, esta vez inhalando mi nuevo aroma. ¡Cielos, apestaba! Espera... Ese aroma. Lo podría reconocer en cualquier lado, ¡era el aroma de Max!

De inmediato saque su celular de uno de sus bolsillos para abrir la cámara, fue entonces que me encontré con su mirada a través del lente.

Su barba naciente... sus cejas pobladas, su tez oscura, cielos, sus músculos... Estaba dentro del cuerpo del chico que me había gustado toda la vida. Ahora tenía sus grandes músculos, su olor...

— Carajo...

Murmuré, ahuecando mis pantalones para sentir el enorme trozo de carne. Me imagine que Max estuviera bien dotado pero no imagine que así.

Algo con lo que también me estaba obsesionado, aun sin tocarlo, sólo con sentirlo... eran sus glúteos.

Podía sentir como se pegaba la tela a ellos, lo redondos que eran, o lo pesados que se sentían. Max sin duda había moldeado su cuerpo para ser casi perfecto.

— ¡Hola! ¿Quieres una cerveza? – un chico de repente se me acercó. Se veía lindo, aunque su apariencia se parecía a mi anterior yo.

— Eh... No, no, gracias. No tengo dinero

— Oh no, te estoy invitando. ¿Quieres?

Parpadee confundido. ¿Me estaba... coqueteando? Por una parte me sentía halagado, sin duda el cuerpo de Max era para morirse, cualquiera le pondría el ojo encima. Aunque eso me daba celos, quería que él fuera mío.

— Claro. ¿Puedo pedir más de una?

— Seguro, guapo.

Y en menos de diez minutos, estaba empinandome cerveza una tras otra. Pensé que el cuerpo de Max tendría una buena resistencia al alcohol. Otra vez estaba equivocado...

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— ¿¡Pero de qué hablas!? – Max dijo molesto en mi cuerpo – ¡Estás ebrio, Samuel!

Y no mentía, me sentía bastante mareado, pesado... Sé que no consideraba a Max como un deportista tonto, pero sin duda me sentía así.

— Te estoy siendo sincero... Mira, Max, yo...

— ¡Sam, ya basta! ¡Primero dejas de ser mi amigo, después me tratas mal, luego tu único objetivo es ganarme, y ahora nos intercambiaste de cuerpos! ¿¡Qué te pasa!?

— ¡Me gustas, Max! – finalmente salió de mi pecho, por fin lo había dicho – Me has gustado toda mi vida. Lamento no haberlo dicho antes, lo siento por tratarte mal, no sabía cómo decirte lo que sentía...

Él se quedó en silencio, sólo me miró fijamente por un rato con una mezcla de severidad y enojo. Aunque estuviera en mi cuerpo, su esencia seguía ahí, imponente.

Incluso se veía en sus ojos ese rastro de poder.

Bajé la mirada, sintiendo cómo las lágrimas estaban a punto de salir, cuando él se acercó para ponerse de puntas y besarme.

Abrí los ojos grandes, pero no dude ni un segundo en corresponder el beso.

— Idiota... – él murmuró – tú también me gustas.

— ¿Qué?

— Sí. Me gustabas cuando éramos adolescentes, aun antes de que cambiarás. Aunque debo admitir que no me quejo de cómo mejoraste tu cuerpo.

Sonrió, acariciando mi viejo abdomen.

— Oye, no toques – traté de detenerlo pero él me esquivo.

— Ah no, te estuviste toqueteando y oliendote a ti mismo, enfrente de todos. Creo que me lo debes.

Sonreí.

— Oye, tu cuerpo es ardiente... No me juzgues. Sólo mira estos músculos – flexione mis brazos con una risa tonta, lo que lo hizo rodar los ojos mientras sonreía.

— Deja de hacer eso, van a pensar que soy raro

— Vas a tenerme que dar algo más para convencerme de dejar de hacerlo.

Entonces volvió a besarme. Aunque ahora de una forma más intensa, podía sentir su lengua chocar contra la mía, sus manos rondando por todos mis músculos, aferre su cuerpo contra el mío. De inmediato lo levante para que se aferrara a mi cintura con sus piernas.

— Oye... – el murmuró contra mis labios.

— ¿Sí? – dije, queriendo volver a besarlo.

— ¿Cómo me habías dicho?... ¿Gorila deportista apestoso? – pareció burlarse, aunque de un momento a otro, se las arregló para empezar a oler mi axila, hundió su nariz, frotándose entre el sudor y el hedor, lo que hizo que sólo soltará un jadeo – ¿Sabes?... Siempre me ha gustado mi olor.

Sonrió, antes de volver a meter su cara para lamer y oler.

Continuará.

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

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

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

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A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey babe, you won't believe what just happened! I've got the hottest fresh meat to share with you... so get ready! I found this guy, Dan, in the middle of a crowded gym, all sweaty and focused, lifting weights. He was looking so good, I just had to have him, you know?

I waited until he was in the shower, all alone and vulnerable. The steam was thick, and as he stepped under the water, I made my move. I slid in with him, the water cascading over us both, and I slithered his piss slit. His surprise was delicious; his eyes widened in the horror, and I felt his protests, moans, his struggle for control, as I took over. We fought in that small space, his body twisting and turning, trying to shake me off, but I was relentless. The water made our struggle slippery as I pushed deeper into his consciousness.

When I finally succeeded, taking full control, I was rock hard and I couldn't help but admire the sight of his cock, standing proud and ready. The rush of possession mixed with the primal need of this human body was overwhelming. I was so horny, babe, I couldn't resist. Right there in the shower, I started beating his meat, the water adding to the sensation, the pleasure coursing through us both. It was intense, the way his body responded to my touch, or rather, to my control.

I'm sending you this selfie because I want you to see what I've got us now. Look at this body, babe! I can't wait to show you all the things I can do with it when we're together. Just thinking about it makes me so hard, I can barely contain myself. See you at home.

Love you so much, can't wait to be with you.