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Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan

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Switch Up: La Liberación de Ethan (Versión Español)

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

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

— ¿Tienes alguna idea de dónde encontrar a Blake? 

— ¡Steve Jobs estará retorciéndose en su tumba! 

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

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

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

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

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

— Estamos ensayando, ¿Cuál sería el problema? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

La vibra de motociclista sin duda le ayudaba bastante.

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

— Aún así estamos ocupando el teatro sin preguntar.

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

— Pff... Cómo quieras, Hernández. 

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

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

— ¿Y cuál es el plan? Son dos.

— Nosotros también 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Volvió a hablar.

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

Silencio de nuevo.

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

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

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

— No, no, para nada. 

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

— ¿Alan? – pregunté confundido.

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

— ¿Miles? Pero, ¿Cómo?

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

— ¿Te... inmovilizaste a ti mismo? 

— Sí, sí, luego preguntas sobre ello.

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

— ¿Y ahora qué? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ¡¿Qué te pasa, Miles?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ¡Cielos amigo, eso fue genial! 

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

— Aunque... ¿Por qué me besaste?

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

— Pero, ¿no ibas a tomar a Blake?

— Sí

— ¿Y porque estas dentro de Alan?

— Porque es ardiente y necesitabas ayuda.

— ¿Lo hiciste por mí?

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

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

— ¿Qué haces?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ven aquí.

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

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

Solté una carcajada por el comentario.

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

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

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

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

Lo que me extasió aun más. 

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

— No, no. De rodillas – dije autoritario. 

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

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

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

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

— Me encanta...

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

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

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

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

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

— ¡Sí! ¡Sí! 

— ¿Lo quieres dentro, no?

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

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

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

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

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

— Nah, así ponte la ropa.

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

Intentó alcanzar una toalla pero se la arrebate de golpe.

— Te dije que no.

— ¿¡De qué mierda hablas, Ethan!?

— Ruben, querrás decir.

— ¡Dame la toalla para limpiarme!

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

— Pontelos. 

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

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

— Ya no estés molesto – dije bajo.

— Cierra la boca.

— Cómo si no te haya gustado.

— Me gustó. Pero ahora apesto...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avanzamos hasta la biblioteca, dónde Logan seguía esperando.

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

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

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

— Ahorrátelo, Logan.

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

— ¿No ibas a ser Blake? 

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

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

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

— ¿Y "Logan"? – Miles preguntó.

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

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

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

— Conseguir lo que es mío. 

Continuará 

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

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

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

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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! ⬇️

Becoming My Classmates Brother

My classmate Enzo Ceja was so hot, everyone on our class thought so. He was everything you would expect, he played football, basket ball, and was so attractive. He was 6’3, Mexican, and had a pretty toned body. Me being one of the only gay boys in my class, obviously had a crush on him, and everything about him. I knew he was straight, but I couldn’t get him out of my head.

So one day at my school during lunch I was talking to my friend about Enzo, and how I wanted to be his boyfriend. Little did I know, admitting this crush would completely change my life. The next day when I got to school, I could feel everyone staring at me, and I knew why. Someone over heard me telling my friend about my stupid crush on Enzo.

Enzo’s Perspective

I was leaving football practice when I over heard some of my bros talking about Dan, the one gay boy in my class. Had told someone that he had a crush on me. Ew. I could never date a man, but since rumor had spread around the school. People were shipping us. I had to talk to that boy, and clear this up, before I get clicked of the team. And I know just how to fix this.

Dans Perspective

As I walked into school, Enzo grabbed my head and pulled me into the locker room. As soon as he knew we were alone he started rambling on, about how he doesn’t even like the idea that a man likes him. Then he slapped me, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I felt different. I looked down, and saw legs that we’re definitely not mine, they were darker, and a lot more athletic then my fat, white legs. I got up fast and looked in the mirror.

I looked in the mirror, and instead of myself, I saw someone that looked like Enzo, but older. I was his older brother, I pulled out my id and on it was “Daniel Ceja” Which was definitely not my name before. Somehow I had turned into the older brother of the man I once liked. And I’m not complaining, if I couldn’t have him, being him was just as good, if not better.

“Hey bro get your keys! I’m going to be late for school!”

Obvious, I was Daniel Ceja, and Enzo is my younger brother. I have to give him a ride to school.

Gray Sweatpants

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

De Alfa a Omega

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

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

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

𝗗𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗳𝗮 𝗮 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮 (Spanish Version)

Este soy yo:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jadee, sonriente.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ugh... – murmuré. 

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

— ¿Pero... qué?...

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Mierda, sí...

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

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

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

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

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

Mi viejo número.

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

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

Cómo sea. Gracias por el cuerpo, zorra."

Y añadió una foto cómo recordatorio:

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

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

— Hola, papi;)

———

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

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

———

Emmanuel

I honestly forgot I had him. When you harvest as much as I do, a few skins are bound to get lost in the shuffle. Now that I’m in his body, I don’t know why I haven’t worn him more. I think I’m gonna put him into my regular rotation.

Spinoff: The Man That Lost Everything

The finale. Read the previous part here

Thomas sits in the back of Detective Wade's car, his hand clasped and his statuesque, long legs found itself to fit into the back of the small FBI sedan. But despite feeling uncomfortable, he's at peace knowing that he's doing the right thing by eventually snitching on Cole after years of mental and physical torture inflicted by his stepfather and his goons. Heck, even hundreds of miles away and he still tortured by Cole's accomplices, but it's not going to be long before he can take a full, relieved breath when all of his tormentor captured in this sting joint operation led by Wade's FBI unit.

He informed Detective Wade about this possible shipment from the cartel in this abandoned port around 1 hour from their hometown. He still remembered when Cody first drove him all the way to the abandoned port. The ride was rough and felt very long because not only the roads were in bad shape, Cody forced Thomas to "hide his head" to not alert the police by resting his face right on Cody's sweaty, mesh shorts right on his bulging crotch. He knew it was a blatant cruel lie from Cody because why would the police cared about him, but not like he could fight himself against the 6'3" 245 lbs towering blonde hunk

He made that kind of trips around 11 times but stopped altogether last year, yet he still remembered vividly the way to reach the place and the usual schedule of shipment. Thomas got this info because as far away he tried to move out from Cole's sphere of influence, with him still in the Air Force, he practically heard his own compromised leaders talked about this shipment. Shipment days are also usually when the whole crew gathered for plan adjustment and whatnot from what Thomas learned, so it's the perfect time for an ambush to catch them all in one sweeping move

Heavy rain splashed the car's window and limited the vision for the night drive, but Thomas still believed that everything is still going on according to the plan. Rain won't stop those thugs, he thought, his head rested to the window as the sound of the rain lulled him with sense of security. Thomas missed out the fact that Detective Wade and his partner are grinning from ear-to-ear cupping their stolen hard-on thinking how fun the night's going to be when they will all circle the poor and naive Timid Tommy when they drop this act sooner or later

Acting as if he never visited the port, Detective Wade asked Thomas with a slight smirk to lead the direction once they reached a more beaten path. Thomas, obvious to the trap he's walking himself in, directed the detectives with excited detail to the point of it sounded like a sickening child giddily receiving his present

"Oohhh....be careful, there's a hole 150 meters from here,"

"You want to take the right side of the street for 500 meters until you see this signage because the left side is badly damaged,"

"It's so dark but I know there's a sharp left turn in about 75 meters, watchout!"

Wade rolled his eyes everytime Thomas warned him, the shrill sound really just asked to be punched or something, Wade thought to himself. But, he managed to keep his cool and finally arrive at the abandoned seaport complex

"Well, here we are. I think we should go on foot, the rain stops already," Detective Wade said as he opened the car door and walked out to the wet, muddy soil

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I will direct you guys from the back, then?" said Thomas as he checked all his belongings before exiting the car

"Uh huh, we need to keep you safe, Thomas. Let me and my boys do the work. I will also ask for the naval and aerial backup to start flying now," Detective Wade said as he checked his guns and reached for his cellphone while proceeding to talk to his fellow detective

"Naval and aerial backup?" asked Thomas as he gets out from the left side of the passenger door, putting distance between him and the two detectives

"Yeah, boats and helicopter. We need to surround the entire area anyway. They are nearby so it will take them less than 10 minutes," said Detective Wade with his back still facing Thomas, he's deep in conversation with the other officers that started to gather around him

"Wait--- but I thought that---"

"Put the vest on, okay, let's gather outside and then you can show us the way,"

"O-- ohh okay. I just, backup--- isn't this your first time----

"What did you say again, Thomas?"

"Uh.....ohh, nothing. Sorry to interrupt you. It's that way, 400 meters straight and then take the right turn. They are usually in the one warehouse very close to Dock 3,"

"Dock 3, got it. Okay boys, let's move very gently, we don't want to alert them, okay?"

When all the guns drawn and countless police officers started to yell "NOPD!" a couple minutes later, Thomas face started to brighten up. There they are......his tormentors.....all raising their hands and face looking pale as fuck. The drugs are still being processed and they are seemingly very surprised they have 0 times to reach for their weapon stash or clarify what are these bunch of rag-tag military officers and veteran doing late at night in an abandoned port. Thomas witnessed Cody being pinned to the floor and hand's cuffed, he tried to resist but it's futile as the officer pressed Cody's back with his knee and several guns clearly directed at him. The same goes with the bunch of vets in their brown shirt looking disgruntled and pissed off and there's also the active military bunch like Sergeant Jacobs, Senior Airmen Mendes, Technical Sergeant Chadstone and others that try to talk to their apprehending officers. But the grand prize of it all is seeing Cole Armstrong cuffed by Detective Wade, his facial expression turned from desolate to anger once he spots Thomas

"YOU! FUCKING PUSSY! FUCK YOU!" roared Cole, which caused Thomas to flinch yet Detective Wade quickly subdued him to the ground

"Enough with the antics, Armstrong! Thanks to Thomas, we finally captured you and your goons. You will have plenty to explain later down the station, that I can guarantee,"

"Detective Wade. I need to tell you one more thing. You can also probably tell your boys to do the same thing as what I'm about to do,"

Thomas steps closer to reach Cole and then after staring right at his deep blue eyes, he grabbed Cole's thick neck. Cole screamed in agony and tried to break free from the cuff, he screamed "no" countlessly and tried to wriggle himself free to no avail. Much to the surprised look that Thomas peeked from Detective Wade's face, there's a layer of skin beneath Cole Armstrong tanned white skin. It's glistening dark skin, albeit a bit light, like cafe latte and then with one final swoop as if taking off a hoodie, a slightly smaller head appear on top of Cole Armstrong's body

"They are all body suits, Detective. Skin of our patriotic soldiers taken and used by thugs like DeShawn Martell and his crew to advance their criminal enterprises,"

"Well, just like me," and suddenly, a left hook from Detective Wade landed squarely on Thomas face that instantly caused him to fall to the floor. His head spins like crazy and his ear ringing as he's clearly going to lose his consciousness, the last thing he heard is the loud "whoa brother!" from Shawn and the sight of the cruel smirk from Detective Wade that hovered above him

When Thomas finally wakes up, he's tied to a chair and positioned in the middle of the warehouse. Yet, everything is cleared up, no sight of the police raid or even the drug shipment, only lines of thugs standing in front of him with crumpled rubbery skin and discarded clothes in front of them. But there's no Shawn in the lineup, because he's standing behind Thomas with a syringe and only when he speaks that Thomas realized that Shawn is behind him, still in his prized Cole bodysuit

"How's my acting earlier, boy? Convincing enough?"

Thomas eyes went wide. Acting? This is merely a set-up? All of this??? Where's Detective Wade?

"Well, well, well......thinking you're slick huh, don't you boy? Do you really think it's gonna be that easy to take me down? I run this shit for almost a decade, I thought of almost all possible scenario already,"

Thomas gritted his teeth, his mind screaming in all differing direction as he's definitely not going to get out of this situation in pristine condition.

"But have to admit, Wade is close. New detective and all their excitement, I guess. Clearly he doesn't know how we run things over here, am I right, Captain Bostick?"

Like a sick, twisted joke, one of the guy, tattoed from head to toe and looking clearly from the bad part of the town then steps up to grab the rubbery suit in front of him and not long after, Captain Bostick that leads the local PD stands up buck-naked with a sly smirk

"Wade clearly didn't know how to play, lucky he's a reformed man now," the Captain said as he put on his clothes while glancing at this bleached-blonde thug.

The bleached-blonde thug that cannot be older than 22 steps to the front and grabbed the crumpled rubbery skin, donning on Detective Wade as if it's a mere overall or simple clothing

"Tada," he said with a smile as he rotated himself around and even saliciously twerk his ass as if he's not a respected FBI detectives. He put on his shorts to hide his growing uncut monster as he explained how Marquis took down the detective right after his initial interview with Thomas before swapping suits with him just a couple days ago when Detective Wade came barging through Thomas apartment

"ANSWER MY GODDAMN FUCKING QUESTION, THOMAS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF ENTERPRISES YOUR STEPFATHER RUNS? HAHAHAHHA damn, remember that shit bro? It was all me,"

Thomas felt like a he just got hit with a punch in the gut. The detective has been taken over for that long, and he didn't notice anything different.......

"I open my net wide, Tommy. My brother. My veteran friend. My active duty friend. They are not enough. So I obviously expand. The police. The rich trust fund baby that tried to sober up and stop buying shit from us. The ICE agents.....the FBI. Yeah, it's a work of a decade, but as you can see, I'm making my mark everywhere. And you naively think that I can be taken down that easy? You fool," Cole said as he then literally punched Thomas right in the gut. If not for the rope that tied him, Thomas would be slumping to the floor already

"Folks, talk to your brothers about possible switch-ups, in 5 minutes, we're starting something fun,"

As the crowd gets louder trying to get each other's bodysuit, Cole leans closer to Thomas ear to deliver the point he wanted his stepson to hear

"You've seen quite a lot and you literally snitched on my whole scheme to an FBI agent, so, this is what will happen---"

The more he listened to Cole, the paler he becomes, and he turned as white as a porcelain when he realized that all of the thugs already slid themselves inside their respective suit, looking spotless and clearlg not the type to engage in the sort of criminal endeavor happened in this warehouse. Thomas even wet himself as the last person, Sergeant Arroyo, finished with tightening his boots, his looming fate becomes closer and he can only rely on himself to get out of this situation. Cole then cut the rope that tied him and that's when Thomas started to make a run for his life, all the other men followed suit 10 seconds later as a leg-up for the scaredy Thomas. He sprinted his way to the entrance of the port, trying to get himself inside one of the cars driven by the police and FBI agents and go as fast and as far as he can. Yet, just 200 metres away to the first car, a figure wearing visible white t-shirt appeared out of nowhere from behind the parked cars and practically blocking Thomas way to reach the car.

"Hey there bud, Cole told me you'll go this way, guess you're very predictable huh,"

"Don't get any closer, I have a gun!"

"It's no more loaded, dumbass," the guy said as he lunged at Thomas, both men trying to pin each other with the stranger having the leverage over Thomas

"All these muscle you built, for nothing. Guess that's why Cole said I'll run your body and life better,"

Thomas eyes went wide with the revelation. It turned even wider when he found out that Cole is not the only one with the serum as this stranger takes out the syringe out of his pocket and start trying to jab Thomas. He tried to resist his best and fight yet just when his other chaser turned from the corner and headed their way, the stranger already jabbed Thomas right by his neck, rendering Thomas unconscious as per the deflated procedure. Just like the last time he passed out earlier tonight, a grin became his last vision, this time from the stranger. Yet at the same time, he feels it. The sense of emptiness that claws from within.....ohhh this really is the last time he's going to be alive, right? He pondered about his fate while gazing at the clear dark blue sky, life ended tragically in an abandoned, muddy seaport, yet no one knows about it since he will still be alive for his close friends and family as this thug will probably assume his identity and lived his life to the fullest. Oh, to simply have another night......must be a blessing

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Thomas Parker returned to the good grace of his stepfather, much to the delight of his mother that finally can see his two favorite person in the world live amicably. Thomas seemed to be more confident and outgoing too, the military life clearly brought something positive after all these years for Thomas, or so his mom thought. She of course has no idea that the way Cole and Thomas plus Cody bonded so well nowadays happened because they all worked for the same cause and with "Thomas" finally stop acting like a bitch, all falls into place perfectly. For Cole, this is finally a perfect family and societal setting for him. Loving wife, reliable brother and his stepson finally having the same mindset as his, not to mention the supportive friends he gathered, clearly a very great way to enjoy one's retirement

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Whoa, it's been a while since I fully finished a multi-part story LOL. As usual, thanks for the constant motivation to push through @thesuitaskin you and the others enjoying this sort of fueled me to wrap things up. Feel free to add things up like exploring more on Cody's character or other angles, it's an open book after all. I am looking at your other story with excitement but I guess this guy is my next target since I have tons of his picture that I need to use, but I don't have plot yet for it, so, a momentary break maybe?

Switch Up: First Level

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

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Swith Up: First Level (English Version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— What the hell are you talking about?

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

— A… box?

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

— In English, Miles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?…

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?

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

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

— Let's do it.

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

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

— Do you have someone in mind for you…?

— Oh, yeah, sure. Blake Jones.

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

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

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

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

— So… I want Caleb Hawks - Logan said.

Miles let out a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ruben.

— The Latino?

— Will you also give me a but?

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

Logan looked up, finally closing the comic book.

— So when do we start?

— Easy. Everyone hunts for what they want.

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

To be continued.

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages.

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

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

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Switcheroo 7- Good Boy!

Ah crap! I told my roommate hundreds of times not to go into my room or touch any of my projects. And look at him now! From what I can tell, he accidentally used my body swap device with his dog Keto.

I walked into our apartment coming home from work only to find his body on all fours sniffing around the house while his dog was barking for my attention.

I could be nice and switch them back but what good would that do? Serves him right for messing with my stuff anyways.

“Sorry buddy but you’re going to have to learn your lesson the hard way.” I say to the whining puppy in front of me.

Keto in my roommate’s body crawls over to me. He looks goofy with his tongue hanging out and he starts shaking his butt as if he had a tail to wag. I pet him on the head only for him to start licking my hand. That’s when I got an idea.

I turned to my roommate in Keto’s body again,” Looks like you’ll have to be put in your crate.”

He starts barking at me as I pick him up. I place him in his crate leaving food and water.

“Maybe if you’re good tonight I may switch you back in the morning. Until then you’ll be in here so no funny business.”

I waited for him to start barking again but he was silent. “Good boy.”

I head to my bedroom and bring Keto with me. And shut the door behind us.

He seems really into licking, if you know what I mean.