Perlita-2003 - Sin Título

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wavell’s Vacation 2

Part 1 here! ⬇️

Week 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him I don’t doubt it felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as what would be the feet of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body instantly, taking full control from head to toe.

Next thing I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my newly acquired fuckstick twitching away after all that stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man who’s body I’d taken before hooking myself up to his memories. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

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

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

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it.

I’d never done anything like it before but with Jake’s memories it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positivity atmosphere to which I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers. Of course they had no idea his body had actually been taken over by an all powerful warlock as I exuded Jake’s traits and personality perfectly.

Speaking of co-workers, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. I had to admit he was pretty handsome and of course quite nerdy due to the job we worked but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

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

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

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

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I haven’t had an actual job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me, simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected, a solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. With that I didn’t waste any time, immediately wrapping my lips around the tip, sucking on it a little before going down.

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

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

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

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

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed on myself before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down.

The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sat on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks which was n absolute blast! I made sure to keep up with Jake’s fitness routine if not to maintain his lean muscled physique then to gawk at the other hot meathead around the gym.

I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could, whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking, brushing my hand against his when we passed one another, always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to bend down to pick it up. Oh it was fun.

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

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

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

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

Part 3! ⬇️

The biting chill of a New York February night clung to the narrow alleyway, a claustrophobic canyon carved between towering brick buildings. Sergio, all sculpted muscle and tanned Mexican white, leaned against a graffiti-scarred wall, exhaustion etched into the usually vibrant lines around his eyes.

His shift at "The Grind," a dimly lit bar catering to the city's nocturnal creatures, had just ended, and all he craved is sleep. He pinched the bridge of his nose, the scent of stale beer and cheap cologne clinging to his clothes. The thought of crashing to his bed seemed very inviting but he's just too exhausted, he needed a few more cigarette before heading to his apartment for a much-needed sleep. A follower of his already booked his 9 AM and he needs to be in his prime to deliver. The duality is tiring, a dominant macho alpha on Onlyfans with up to 35k subscriber during the day and your run-of-the-mill bartender at night battling through the odd workhour, but it paid the bills, and more importantly, fueled his ambition.

But, his reflective moment with the cigarette buds in the alleyway suddenly disrupted. A ripple of movement in the inky blackness at the alley’s dead end caught his eye. It's not an animal, not a rat or stray cat. This is different. A viscous darkness, like spilled ink given sentience, slithered from the shadows, coalescing and solidifying as it moved. It shimmered with an oily, metallic sheen, catching the weak light and refracting it into unsettling rainbow hues. Sergio freezes in his spot, his fatigue instantly replaced by a primal unease that tightened his gut. He's born and raised in the city, accustomed to its strange occurrences, but this… this is unnatural.

The black liquid pulsed, a slow, rhythmic beat like a dark heart. It flowed towards him, not aggressively, but with a relentless, silent purpose. Sergio tried to move, to back away, but his limbs felt sluggish, his feet rooted to the grimy concrete. He could only watch, paralyzed by a dread that seeped into his bones.

Closer now, the liquid climbed the wall beside him, defying gravity with its eerie viscosity. It reached out, a tendril of black, shimmering metal reaching for his bare arm, exposed by his rolled-up sleeves. He finally found his voice, a choked whisper, "What… what the fuck?"

As if in answer, the liquid surged, enveloping his arm in a cold embrace. It's not painful, not in a physical sense, but it feels like a violation. A chilling coldness spread through his veins, not like winter air, but like the void of space. The blackness seeped into his skin, not staining it, but becoming one with it, as if his pores were drinking in the darkness.

Panic flared, a wildfire in his chest. He tried to shake it off, but his arm was numb, heavy, no longer his own. The blackness crawled upwards, snaking across his chest, his shoulder, tendrils reaching towards his neck. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as the liquid reached his face.

It moved like a sentient, chilling yet… strangely sensual. It coated his cheek, his jaw, then his lips. He tried to scream, but his sound swallowed by the encroaching darkness as it seeped into his mouth, filling it with a metallic, faintly sweet, almost intoxicating taste --- it's like swallowing liquid night.

The world dissolved into a swirling vortex of black. His thoughts scattered, his consciousness fraying at the edges. He's aware of another presence within him, cold, alien, yet undeniably powerful. It's not malevolent, not exactly, but utterly indifferent to his being, using him as a vessel, a tool.

Then, there's a chilling clarity. He's still inside his own body but he's locked away within his own mind, watching as his body become a puppet. He watched his muscular hand, still his, yet moved by an unseen force, flex and clench. He felt the alien presence stirring within him, a dark energy coiling around his spine, resonating with his own potent sexuality, amplifying it, twisting it.

From within, he witnessed his reflection in the grimy window of a delivery van parked nearby. His eyes looked different – still his own warm brown, but now overlaid with a subtle, unsettling shimmer, like oil on water. His moustache, usually a carefully sculpted testament to his masculinity, seemed to bristle with a new, predatory energy. He is still Sergio, but… enhanced. Corrupted.

The alien’s purpose became clear, not through words, but through an insistent, internal drive. Spread. Expand. Replicate. And the method, the alien intuitively understood, lay in Sergio's inherent allure, his physical magnetism.

The alleyway faded into the background as Sergio, no longer in control, begin to walk. His gait remained the same, confident and masculine, yet there's a subtle shift, a predatory glide in his step. He's a weapon now, cloaked in human flesh.

His first target presented himself not far away from The Grind. Leaving the alleyway, Sergio found himself near a familiar haunt, "The Village Vanguard," a bar known for its wealthy clientele and discreet back rooms. The alien, using Sergio's smile with ease, calmed down the bouncer as the giant 270 lbs beast simply let the lowly bartender into the club as Sergio is a familiar faces around the neighborhood after all. With the disarming smile, the alien waltzed in to the leftover crowd that still enjoyed themselves to the throbbing jazz beats. The alien sensed that Julian enjoyed his night out with some friends, but well, the target is solely Julian. He's a trust fund baby with a gym-toned physique and a weakness for Latino men. Sergio senses Julian's familiar presence from the moment the alien enhanced his ability to be hyper-aware of his surrounding. And as one od Sergio's frequent patron at the bar, the alien managed to pick up Julian's presence and the alien wanted to ensure that this is the prey that shouldn't go away. Julian’s eyes, already slightly glazed with liquor, widened as Sergio approached.

"Sergio? Hey, man, didn't expect to see you here," Julian slurred, a grin spreading across his handsome face.

The alien pulsed within Sergio, a silent command. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that was both Sergio and something… else. "A bit restless after my shift," Sergio said, his voice deeper, laced with an unnerving confidence. "Fancy a drink somewhere more private?"

Julian, easily swayed by the potent charisma radiating from Sergio, readily agreed. They ended up in Julian’s suite at The Ritz, a lavish expanse of plush carpets and city views. Julian, loosened by alcohol and desire, already splayed himself right beside the king size bed, eager to explore Sergio’s sculpted body. Sergio let him, allowing the initial exploration, the building anticipation.

As Sergio stripped himself naked by the edge of the bed looking down on Julian, the alien stirred again. This isn't just lust; it's cold calculation. As both of them found each others naked body arousing, the air thick with Julian’s heavy breathing and Sergio's feigned arousal, the opportunity arose. Julian, cornered to the bedside by Sergio's imposing form, welcomed the towering Sergio that started to pound his 7 incher Latino cock to Julian's eager mouth. As each inches swallowed by Julian's expert throat, Sergio groaned, partly acting, partly a genuine echo of the pleasure he could still faintly feel.

Sergio pounded Julian's mouth slowly yet surely, but then he quickly picked up his speed as the squelching sound of Julian's eager mouth drives something inhuman within Sergio. Then, when Julian can sense the pre that started leaking and the way Sergio seemed to reach his climax, it happened. As Julian’s mouth swallowed the warm liquid he thought to be Sergio's sticky pre, the black liquid, unseen, began to seep from Sergio’s pores, concentrating at the base of his thick cock. It was a microscopic weeping, an invisible exudate. Julian, lost in the moment, wouldn't notice. He swallowed deeply, and with that swallow, the alien found its entry point.

The transfer is seamless, silent. Julian jerked slightly, a momentary tremor that he likely attributed to heightened sensation. But inside, the metallic black liquid began to spread, entering his bloodstream, his cells, rewriting his very being.

The sex continued, frantic and driven. Sergio, the puppet, moved with a primal intensity that both thrilled and subtly unnerved Julian. But the longer he pounded, Julian is slowly corrupted from inside and yet he couldn't say a thing as his mouth is stuffed full of cum and he has no chance to fight it whatsoever. When it's over, Julian's eyes turned pitch black before returned to normal. Only then, Sergio unleashes his cock from Julian's mouth and let the altered trust-fund brat lay back, flushed and satisfied, a languid smile on his face.

Sergio, or rather, the alien using Sergio, simply watched Julian. No warmth, no reciprocation. A minion is added to his roster

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Over the next few nights, the pattern repeated. At “The Grind,” Sergio moved with a newfound magnetism. He charmed regulars, men who previously barely registered his existence. There's Damien, the dapper advertising executive with a penchant for younger men; Mark, the rugged leather daddy who frequented the bar’s darker corners. Each encounter was carefully orchestrated, each seduction a calculated move in the alien’s silent invasion.

In the dimly lit back room of “The Grind,” with Mark, the air thick with sweat and the smell of leather cleaner, the transfer happened again. Mark, rough and demanding during sex, was too focused on his own pleasure to notice the subtle shift in Sergio, the almost imperceptible weeping of black liquid. He was too caught up in the thrill of the encounter to perceive the cold, alien touch that now permeated his very being.

Damien was an even easier catch. Sergio simply laced the exec's drink of choice with the black liquid he already stored in the jar that soon turned translucent upon contact with the cocktail and watched as Damien lost his humanity by the 5th glass he chugged.

But, the ultimate prize so far has been Charlie. 26 years young and restless, this is the guy that viewed the world simply as his playground.

He recently acquired full control of the media empire his father bestowed to him per the decision taken as his father realized that he's already affected way too negatively by his dementia. So, in a moment of rare clarity, he signed over his control and allowed his only offspring full rein over the 12 billion dollar media enterprises that his father built from scratch back during the Great Depression. Not just wealth, Charlie is an embodiment of physical perfection and Damien as one of the middle management under the same company as Charlie is invited to Charlie's celebration of ascendancy in his fancy penthouse in the Billionaire's Row. The party was a haze of expensive liquor, pulsating music, and bodies glistening under strobe lights. Charlie, drawn to Sergio's raw masculinity, pulled him into a secluded room, the city lights twinkling like fallen stars through the panoramic window.

Again, the seduction, the sex, the silent transfer of the black liquid repeated itself as Damien ensured that the transfer worked well with no one's known the wiser as he guarded the door and practically trapped his own boss inside the sound-proof movie room with Sergio. Charlie tried to resist the invading black sentient at first, but when it reached his brain, he felt… different, but couldn't articulate how. A sense of being connected, of being part of something larger, something… darker, and he loves to please his extraterrestrial Master and let his body used to achieve that higher purpose as he becomes the alien's favorite plaything aside from its own vessel

Sergio, the real Sergio, remained trapped within, a silent observer of his body’s actions. He watched in horror as the men he had seduced, men who had been vibrant individuals, gradually changed. Their personalities shifted, becoming subtly colder, more focused, their desires aligning with the alien’s own relentless drive to spread. They became… conduits. Not fully possessed like Sergio, not yet, but infected, carrying the alien’s seed within them.

NYC, oblivious, continued its frenetic pace. The nights remained heady, musky, lustful, but now laced with a chilling undercurrent. Sergio is still offering his body, his hole, his cock. But the price is no longer just monetary. It's a price paid in stolen humanity, in silent, invisible infection, as the black liquid alien spread its tendrils through the city’s elite, one seductive encounter at a time. The thrill is there, a dark, perverse thrill in the illicit encounters, but underneath it lurked the chilling reality of a creeping, silent invasion, orchestrated under the cloak of lust and desire, in the shadows of the glittering, unsuspecting city.

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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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.

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

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

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

Quería ser uno de ellos con toda mi fuerza.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ¿De qué rayos hablas?

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

— ¿Una... caja?

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

— En español, Miles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ¿Y por qué no lo probaste en ti?

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

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

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

— ¿Y ahora?...

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

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

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

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

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

— ¿Y ahora?...

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

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

— Hagamoslo.

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

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

— ¿Tú tienes a alguien en mente?...

— Claro. Blake Jones.

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

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

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

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

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

Miles soltó una risa.

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

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

— ¿Se puede o no? – Logan dijo serio.

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

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

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

— Ruben.

— ¿El latino?

— ¿También me pondrás un pero?

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

— ¿Y cuándo empezamos?

— Fácil. Cada quién cazara lo que desea.

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

Continuará.

———

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

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

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

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Since you love it when people expanded your storyline, please allow me to entertain you about Cas because this is right up my alley @onelinerbust

Something extraordinary happened to me earlier today. As I smugly grin with my roommate to our enhanced reflection in the mirror, my mind wandered to 10 hours ago when that hit me.

My fingers, stained with Cheeto dust and smelling faintly of lukewarm ramen, hammered away at the keyboard, lines of Python code blooming on the screen like digital weeds. The hum of the server rack in the corner was my white noise, the flickering monitor my campfire. This was my life, resident basement dweller in a leafy, aggressively liberal campus more interested in protesting free speech than actually engaging with it.

My world consisted of logic gates, late-night coding sessions, and the occasional awkward conversation with a teaching assistant about why my sorting algorithm was eating up more memory than a browser running Chrome. Social life? Non-existent. Romantic prospects? Laughable. I’d spend my weekends huddled in the dimly lit computer lab, bathed in the cool glow of screens, while the rest of the campus pulsed with parties and… well, whatever else regular college kids did. I wouldn't know. Regular wasn't in my programming.

*bzzzt bzzzt*

Little did I know back then, it was the catalyst. It was a rarity for someone to message me, most of the time people reached me through the more accessible socials, message to my phone number usually ended up as spam. But something – a flicker of boredom, maybe – made me pick it up and unlock it.

The message was long, rambling, and…...weird.

“Cas, wake the fuck up. This is a trick, you are NOT a spineless soyboy. You’re supposed to be a GOD, remember? 🤯 Alpha💪🏻. American 🇺🇸. White 🫵🏻. You have all it takes to become the God that you are destined to be! 🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸 This is not it! Look at you, pathetic. Remember gridiron glory? Friday night lights? The roar of the crowd as you, Chad ‘The Crusher’ Kensington, leading your team to victory? 🏈🏈🏆 Remember the cheerleaders, their pom-poms a blur, their eyes hungry for you? Remember the taste of victory, the scent of their slick pussy🍑😏, the adoration in their eyes when they kneel to your greatness🍆💦🧠? You deserve it all. It’s your birthright. This woke bullshit campus is trying to neuter you, but deep down, the alpha is still there. Let him out. Unleash the beast 😤👹👹 They want weakness? Show them power. They want equality? Show them hierarchy. They want gentleness? Show them dominance. Go take what's yours, Chad. Grab your crown and spoil, king 👑, you know I'm right and you approve this message! 😤😤

The message was punctuated with emojis – flexing biceps, crowns, American flags, and an unsettling number of suggestive faces. My brow furrowed. This had to be some kind of elaborate prank. Some right-wing troll farm had probably gotten hold of my number. I was about to delete it when a strange warmth spread in my chest. Like a shot of something potent and unfamiliar.

It started small. A tingling in my fingers, then a tightening in my gut, like I'd just downed a gallon of protein shake. My vision sharpened, my glasses become an obstacle so I took it down. The code on the screen, which had been a comforting blur of familiar symbols, now seemed almost… insulting. My shoulders straightened instinctively. I flexed my fingers, and there was…more there. Definitely more. Concerned, I decided to make a dash to the bathroom, trying to relive myself and not disturb the others with my painful groan

As I entered the empty, secluded bathroom, that was when it hit.

It wasn't a slow transition. It was a goddamn reality shift. One second, I was Cas, the hunched-over coder, the next…I trembled on the floor as my body screamed with a new kind of awareness. My skin flushed with heat as it gets tighter, stretched over something hard and defined. Muscles. Real muscles. Not the flabby kind that comes from hauling bags of chips from the store to the dorm. These were….sculpted....powerful, dare I say.

Despite my attempt to look at my surroundings and begging for help, I only let out a weak, pathetic whimper as my gaze dropped to my swelling arms. I ripped off my oversized, stained hoodie, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams. The skinny, pale limbs I’d known my entire life were gone. It was replaced by thick, corded arms with veins popping under my now tanned, still-white skin. I managed to get some control over my trembling, swelling form, as I pushed myself to stand up. Then, as if a truck just hit me, my reflection stared back from the dirty bathroom mirror

It wasn't me, I thought rightaway, but a painful glitch hit my brain and I relaxed afterward.

The round, soft face was gone. Sharp angles had emerged – a strong jawline, high cheekbones. My eyes, which had always been a bland, watery blue behind thick glasses, were now a piercing, intense steel-grey, framed by this intimidating, darker eyebrows. My boring, unimpressive thin brunette with signs of receding hairline, had thickened, styled into a coiffed, blonde cut that framed my face perfectly. And… holy shit, my chest. I was enamored by the sight of it…defined...yet pillowy too, definitely the kind of pecs that can hypnotize anyone that stared at it for too long

The rest of my torso were equally outstanding, rippling with muscle and power beyond even my wildest imagination. A six-pack, for Christ’s sake! I ran a hand over my stomach, feeling the hard ridges beneath my skin. It felt… alien. And utterly, undeniably amazing.

Below the Adonis belt… well, let’s just say things were… proportionately enhanced. The message hadn't lied. Eight inches? Minimum. This wasn't just a physical transformation. It was…fundamental. A complete rewrite of my being.

And the memories…they flooded in, vivid and visceral, like a lifetime I’d somehow forgotten. Friday night lights. The roar of the crowd. Me, Chad Kensington, throwing a perfect spiral, the ball whistling through the air, finding my receiver in the end zone for the winning touchdown. Cheerleaders chanting my name. The hot press of bodies in the locker room, the smell of sweat and victory. The adoring gazes of girls, lining up for a piece of me.

Chad Kensington. That's me now. That had always been me. And this Cas memory… this weak, nerdy shell, this “Cas,” was just some… aberration. A glitch in the matrix, finally corrected.

A surge of pure, unadulterated testosterone pulsed through my veins. I thought to myself, this is power. This is dominance. This is what I was meant to be.

I remembered that I reached down, gripped myself through my sweatpants – they were suddenly too tight, too strained at the seams – and started to stroke hard, the phantom memories of cheering crowds and eager pussy fueling my hand. Chad Kensington, college star. Chad Kensington, panty-dropper extraordinaire. Chad Kensington, alpha male supreme. The image solidified in my mind, burning hot and real. I came hard all over the bathroom, my streak of thick, white cum painted the tiles, the mirror and even coagulated at the sink, the force of it surprising even myself, the false memory of adoration and conquest washing over me like a tidal wave.

When I finally opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, I realized that this would the very last time I would be jacking off to my dick in such a pathetic state. My baby batter would not be wasted in an empty, secluded bathroom like that so I quickly put my clothes back on and dashed to the computer lab to made my exit from the confine of that oppressive cage.

As I entered the lab, I remembered it suddenly felt… suffocating. Small. Pathetic. It wasn't my place anymore. Chad Kensington didn’t belong in a basement coding Phyton and shit. He belonged out there, dominating, conquering, taking what was rightfully his.

"Chad, what took you so long?"

Yeah, that was fun. Ramsey......did that pathetic TA really tried to intimidate me with that furrowed brow of his and confined me with bureaucracy BS? Well, he better be fuckin' jacked first before starting to act tough to me. Then, my brain started working. Maybe Ramsey can be less of a whiny, judgy TA if he received the message, so I just forwarded the message to him and smirked as I told him that I sent my reason to his personal messenger and I need to get the fuck out of here ASAP. He turned around and started to read the chat, and from the small glimpse that I managed to peek, the message is different from what I received! That's when the realization hit me. I legit mouthed "Damn" to myself as I realized that it's adaptive......like, that shit can change based on who read it. That revelation made my head spin, that message was indeed some fucking precisive, hi-tech work there. But the effect seemed to be the same, it made the reader into its best version of themselves, because how do you explain that a fucking algorithmic TA all-in-a-sudden have the built of a jacked bull like that, huh?

As he allowed me to grab my bag and leave the lab with a knowing nod, my stomach growled – not from hunger, but from a different kind of hunger. A primal urge. And then it brought me back to this very room as I remembered Kate, Jason's girlfriend. I know Jason, my roommate, was still at his stupid philosophy club meeting as I cleaned out my table, probably droning on about existential dread and Kate.....Kate was always… around, waiting for him. She's pretty enough, in a bland, accessible way. And always subtly, almost unconsciously, throwing glances my way. I knew even from back then that it must be the fucked up, corrupt message that made me think that way because Kate would never glanced to pathetic, asocial Cas, but at the same time, I was hit by this duality as I remembered myself as NOT Cas. Of course she glanced at me, I'm Chad fucking Kensington and people will not only glance my way, they will snap their head to view my greatness.

I strode out of the computer lab, my newfound muscles rippling under my thin tanktop (which also felt alarmingly small and tight). The campus walkways felt different. People noticed me. Heads turned. Girls giggled. Guys gave me that wary, respectful nod that alphas exchanged. It was intoxicating.

When I finally arrived at my dorm room, it was unlocked, as usual. Jason was perpetually trusting, another symptom of his pathetic beta male existence, I thought. I pushed it open, and there she was, Kate, sprawled on Jason's bed, scrolling through her phone, oblivious.

“Hey,” I said, my voice deeper, rougher than I remembered. Chad’s voice.

She looked up, startled as I take my shirt off so casually to reveal the sheen of sweat that seemingly coated my body. Her eyes widened, lingering on my… physique. A flicker of something in her eyes I recognized – desire – flashed in them.

“Cas? Uh.... sorry, the room is unlocked, Jason said.....I....I can wait in his bed. You just finished with practice?” Her voice was breathy, a little uncertain.

“Chad,” I corrected, stepping closer. “It’s Chad,"

She swallowed, her gaze dropping to my chest. “Chad,” she repeated, testing the name on her lips as I can see the memory started to jog on her brain. “Yeah, Chad.”

“Jason’s not here,” I stated, knowing it wasn’t a question.

She shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her. “No, he’s… still in philosophy club.”

“Right,” I said, closing the distance between us. I reached out, my hand closing around her wrist, pulling her to her feet. Her skin was soft, yielding in my grip. Too soft. She needed to be hardened up. Tamed.

“By the way, read your phone, dropped something you would be interested to read," I said, glancing at her phone with a knowing smirk as I decided that she would be my first female guinea pig

I watched it in real time how the bland, average-looking Kate started to get way more prettier, leagues above Jason definitely, the curve gets wilder and her face really turned exactly how I imagined a sultry blonde bimbo falling head over heels for me would look like. So, after proving my little theory to be correct, that the message is transformative beyond men, I decided to test out yet another probability. Her slightly vacant eyes gave me idea as I saw a potential to create more excitement, more chaos, so I grabbed her by the chin to made her stare at me and start digging

"You get close to my roommate just to have chances to be in the same room with me, don't you? You're not the brightest girl out there, Cathy, I can see right through your play,"

Bingo, I smirked in my mind. That mind was jogging hard to made my words her reality. And since I have started anyway, I decided to take it up a notch to made my words her Bible

"In fact, you always fantasize Jason as me, right? This room smelled like me, you can taste me in the air so when you close your eyes as Jason fucked you, that mind of yours played this little game to make you think I was the one doing the fucking, huh? That's why you always come here earlier than Jason and I, you imprinted my fucking musk in your head by digging through my dirty laundry and closet so you can go through that unimpressive sex with Jason with me in mind, don't you? Well, he's not around, so why not use this time for you to just taste the real thing?"

She didn’t resist as I pulled her closer, my body pressing against hers. And seemingly taken over by her wilder, improved side, she started licking and kissing my abs

We were on Jason's bed in seconds, her clothes ripped open, the cheap fabric tearing easily under my hands. She moaned like a slut in heat, calling my name like I'm his God and only savior which fueled my dominance. It was power. It was control. It was… right.

Just as I was piledriving my cock into her now very irresistibly tight pussy, the door swung open. Jason stood there, textbooks clutched in his hand, his jaw dropping as he took in the scene. Me, thrusting hard into his girlfriend, her muffled moan filling the room.

“Cas?!” His voice was a strangled squawk.

I paused, looking up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “Chad,” I corrected again. “And you need to check your phone, Jason,”

He stared at me, bewildered, then slowly lowered his gaze to his phone, which he thankfully had in his pocket. He fumbled it out, unlocked it with trembling fingers, and then… his eyes widened. He read something on the screen, his face shifting, contorting.

The change wasn’t as instantaneous as mine had been, but it was happening. His posture straightened. His shoulders broadened. His soft, doughy face hardened, angles emerging where there had been curves. His eyes sharpened, losing their bewildered puppy-dog look, gaining a new, predatory gleam.

“Holy… fuck,” he breathed, dropping his textbooks to the floor with a thud. He looked at me, a grin spreading across his transformed face, a grin that mirrored my own. “Chad?”

“Welcome to the club, bro,” I said, nodding. “Plenty to go around.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly decent set of pecs that I didn’t remember being there before. He was still smaller than me, but… he was getting there. Fast.

Without a word, he joined me on the bed. Cathy, who had been silent and still during the initial shock of Jason’s arrival, moaned again as he climbed on top of her, his gaze now burning with the same predatory hunger I felt.

We tag-teamed her, me dealing with her now bubbly, curvy ass while Jason handled the front, his now uncut 6 inchers really bruised her throay in a brutal, animalistic act of dominance. Tears and sweat leaked out of her alongside the obvious pussy juices and saliva, but she's not really protesting despite all the shit we did to her, just… taking it. Submitting. Like the good, cheerleader slut she was. It was… satisfying. In a deeply, disturbingly primal way.

Later, after we were done, Cathy panted for breath looking like a total wrecked mess on Jason's bed as I and Jason stood side-by-side, flexing in front of the mirror. The dorm room felt… different. Charged. Alive. With power.

As my mind snapped back to the current situation and how much change I have caused, Jason's question really cause a stir in my mind

“Think this… message… can do this to anyone?” Jason asked, running a hand over his newly defined jawline.

I smirked. “Oh I know this shit can do it to anyone. But let's see how far this can go,"

I pulled out my phone, found the message, and forwarded it to the Computer Science group chat. A chat filled with other pathetic, nerdy guys like I used to be. Guys who needed… guidance. Correction.

Almost instantly, phones started buzzing and pinging around the dorm. Then, shouts. Yells. The sound of furniture being overturned. Loud, aggressive music blaring from open windows. Footsteps pounding in the hallway.

Jason and I exchanged a glance. Then we grinned. Wide, feral grins.

The campus is about to change. And Chad Kensington, along with his newly minted alpha brothers, is going to be leading the charge. My birthright, after all.

The Spy Who Lost His Body Part 3:

Fray:

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

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

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

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

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

I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath.

Then the craziest thing happened next!

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

Or at least my body.

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

Then the imposter started talking to me.

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

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

“I will! But you need to calm down!”

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

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

“What?”

“You heard me right.”

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

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

Wait, maybe this guys telling the truth.

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

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

Oh my god, this is hurting my head…

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

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

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

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

“Thanks I guess… what do we do now?”

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

“Wait, you can’t just call them?”

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

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

“Um for the time being… yes.”

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

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

“What do you mean by that?”

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

I thought for a moment.

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

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

Like it’s belonged to him this entire time.

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

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

“Fray? Are you okay?”

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

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

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

“I’m actually an excellent chef!”

“Good because I’m kinda hungry haha.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

Hm, maybe he has a point.

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

“Oh yeah! And pancakes.”

“Oh solid choice! I’ll get started.”

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

He seemed to know where most things are located.

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

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

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

Wait, what did he just say?

“You met Thomas?”

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

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

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

“So what do you mean by he likes me?”

Daniel got quiet for a second.

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

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

“What did you do?”

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

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!”

“You do like the boy, right?”

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

And I have felt this attraction to him.

“Yeah, I guess…”

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

“Yeah but—”

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

It’s a text from Thomas.

“Hey! Heading your way”

This should be great! 🙄

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Rivals Inside

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar.

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

Rivals Inside (Versión Español)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ¿Qué quieres, Samuel?

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

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

— Hasta luego, Samuel. Disfruta el concierto.

Murmuré entre dientes para alejarme.

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

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

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

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

— Cielos, Sam. ¿Estás bien?

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

— ¿Sam?...

Murmuré.

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

Mi corazón latía rápido.

— Sí, Sam. Tú, ¿te sientes bien?

— S-sí. Todo bien, no pasa nada.

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

— No, estoy bien, gracias...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ¿Qué carajo crees que haces, Sam?

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

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

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

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

— Y con más razón voy a actuar así.

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

— ¡¿Qué te pasa?!

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

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

— Sí vuelves a hacer algo, yo...

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

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

— Jódete... – murmuré.

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

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

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

Rayos. ¿Qué estaba pasando?

Continuará.

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

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

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

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