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?

Austin's Chronicles: Posesión-X

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar. Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Se está haciendo más tarde que temprano.

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

— Debes de ser paciente, Austin.

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

El chico explotó en furia contra su profesor.

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

— ¡No! ¡Ya estoy harto!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ese era Austin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Esto está estorbando...

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

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

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

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

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

— ¿Profesor?...

Continuará.

———

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

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

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

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

———

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1 year ago

Filo Shenanigans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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perlita-2003

1 year ago

Story Request: The Spy Who Lost His Body

Dan:

My name is Daniel Smith but most in the agency know me as Special Agent S.

You see I’m an international spy trained to collect information. But what I do is very different from most field agents. You see my mission require me to live somebody else life in order to obtain what I need.

How does it work? Well with our sophisticated technology, all I have to is lay down in this locked room while my mind is transferred with target.

While I’m off on my mission, my body is monitored by security just to make sure who’s ever in it doesn’t try anything. It also helps that I take a sedative right before—

Today’s mission: James O’Reilly, a wealthy man hosting a dinner party in downtown Dallas.

Although he’s not the main person we are planning to collect information about his business partner.

So here we go! I laid down in the bed, took my sedative, and closed my eyes.

The next moment I wake up I’ll be James O’Reilly—

I opened up my eyes and looked down.

First, thing I saw was feet.

But somethings seemed off— they’re definitely a guys feet but James is in 40s…

I look down at my hands and they youthful.

I looked around the room, it wasn’t something I’d expect for an adult man but more for a college aged boy.

Posters were hung up of bands, a pile of clothes were in the corner of the room.

I searched everywhere for a mirror. And finally came across one.

Staring back at me was a boy probably in his 20s. I started to panic! This isn’t supposed to happen.

It’s never happened before and we don’t have a protocol for mixed up swaps.

I guess the first thing I need to figure out is who’s body I’m currently in.

That’s when I hear a knock at the door.

“Fray, can I come in?”

“Uh sure!”

Well there’s a start! The kids name is Fray.

That’s when a handsome gentlemen in suit a-tire walks in. And all I could do was stare in horror.

The man in front of me was James O’Reilly!

“Son, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost!”

“Uh, yeah I’m okay dad.” The words rolled off my tongue as it registered— I’m in James’ son’s body.

“Well I’m about to leave for the party do you need anything before I go?”

“Uh nope! All good! Just going to have a really calm night. Nothings unusual here.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Your face is pale.”

“Yeah I’m good probably just need to eat something.”

“Okay, well I left some cash downstairs if you want to pick something up. I’ll be home late tonight so don’t wait up for me.”

With that James gave me a hug and walked out the door.

Unsure of what to do I realized that I didn’t have a number to call nor could I go back to HQ. It’s on the other side of the country.

I’m stuck here until headquarters swaps us back.

I opened up fray’s wallet and looked at his license. He’s 20 years old and his full name is Francis.

I guess Fray must be a nickname.

I checked the clock, I have about 10 hours until the scheduled swap back happens.

I probably should just relax, sides I haven’t taken a break from a mission in awhile. And it wouldn’t make sense for me to show up as James’ son to the party.

I laid back in Fray’s bed and my eyes kept going back to his feet.

They were surprisingly huge for his frame. And I wasn’t sure what it was about them but I liked them.

His toes were long and well kept. His soles were smooth. Oh god, I think I’m getting turned on by this.

I brought his left foot up to my noise and smelled it. I can tell he hasn’t bathed today.

I pull down the pajamas I had on and was by the size of his dick. It’s huge!

It looks almost odd compared to his frame.

I started stroking it and it felt so sensitive. I’m a good way.

I let out a soft moan. Mhmmm it feels so good…

It’s so dirty and wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this in his sons body but his feet.. his slim chest… and his giant monster… oh— I’m getting close!

I bite my lip and my eyes roll to the back of my head. And I exploded all over Fray’s chest.

I was covered in it and had a dirtier thought come to mind. I take some of his juices and put it on his left sole.

I licked every last drop.

I laid back again thinking about what I just did in Fray’s body. I felt some guilt but at the same time I couldn’t wait to do it again.

That’s when I see his phone light up, someone named Thomas was calling.

I hesitated to answer it but went for it anyways.

“Hello?”

“Hey! I’m the way, should be there in 10. Have you figured out what movie we should watch?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“That’s okay I’ll be there soon, we can pick one out together. Don’t forget we still need to get some of school work done. ”

“Oh okay, I’ll see you soon then.”

“Bet! See you soon!”

Crap! His friend is coming over, I need to get dressed quick!

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6 months ago

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Brother's Issues

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.

Brother's Issues (English Version)

My older brother was infuriating. A guy with more ego than brains, but who had such an enviable body that it further reinforced his smug attitude.

The fights in my house were constant, the idiot left his clothes all over the place and hardly showered! He was always bragging about his "man smell"; and of course, being the oldest, my parents let him do whatever he wanted. He always got away with it, and I could only die of envy.

Mark was the big brother while I just made do with the scraps, I don't think I'm unattractive, but when you compare a river to the sea, clearly the sea is going to win.

He always got everyone's attention: teachers, family, even my ex-boyfriends; even if he wasn't gay, they always ended up confessing to me that what they wanted was to be near him.

And I was fed up.

I had been lost on the Internet for at least two hours in the wee hours of the morning, not seeing anything interesting until an email seemed to arrive.

"Want to be someone else? Read this email."

The first thing I did was close the message. It was ridiculous, sure it was some kind of spam mail. But the more time passed, an extra curiosity began to tingle in me, until I couldn't take it anymore. I ended up opening it and reading it.

It had a series of instructions on how to prepare a concoction with rather curious ingredients, but that would cause two people to change their bodies when they drank it.

Again I thought it was all stupidity, when I heard something crashing again and again against my wall from my brother's room, and the excited screams of a girl who was probably his fling today, like almost every night.

I had reached my limit.

The next morning, I set about gathering all the ingredients, until I finally came up with the last one: the other person's sweat, I thought it would be difficult, but I remembered that my brother left his sweaty underwear everywhere in the house. That morning, he was out, so I thought it would be easy to sneak into his room to steal some boxers.

No sooner had I entered his room than I had filled my nostrils with a pungent odor, the whole stench of my brother was quite strong. It looked like he hadn't cleaned his room in years and it just smelled like sweat and his fluids, it stank...

I was going through his dirty clothes when I heard the thunder of the wood on his door, my skin crawled, expecting a knock. But my brother wasn't standing in the frame, but his best friend: Theo.

— What are you doing here, buddy?

Theo was a nice guy, I didn't know how he was friends with my brother. His blond hair was silky, his smile was bright...

And I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember.

I didn't know if it was because he treated me well, because he was a good person and kind, or all together. But gosh, he sure drove me crazy.

— N-nothing. I was about to pick up Mark's laundry.

— Is he making you do his laundry again?

I swallowed hard right then and there.

— Uh, yeah, yeah.

— Let me help you.

He came over to me to lift the basket and carry it to the laundry room, my heart was beating fast.

I didn't know if it was because I was afraid Mark would come in at any moment and notice the absence of his sweaty clothes, or if it was from being with Theo.

— Well, buddy, there's the laundry. I'll wait for your brother in his room, see you.

He waved his hands, disappearing. As soon as he left, I dived into the pile of stinky clothes, trying to find the freshest thing possible. I grabbed a pair of red underpants, they felt wet and smelly, I tried not to smell them but ended up stuffing them in my face. Soon that would be my smell...

I gathered the rest of the ingredients, prepared it in a jar and when I squeezed the sweat out of it, I swear I saw how it shined.

I let it sit until the next morning. I knew my brother was going out to work out as usual, so I always prepared his protein for the gym; before he went out, I opened the glass to pour half of the liquid and run back to my room.

The rest of the time passed slowly, I didn't know whether to drink the rest of the concoction, what if something went wrong, what if I ended up doing something bad to my brother?

Thousands of questions tormented me, but I caught a glimpse of my brother's body: Tall, stocky, with his stinky armpits, his strong legs, how his arms swelled or his big pecs. All that could be mine, at last not just the puny brother, I could be the big one.

I ended up drinking all the concoction, up to the last drop; for an instant I felt nothing, until suddenly I felt a cramp accompanied by an intense pain and dizziness, I fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, feeling my whole body trembling and my vision went black.

In less than a second, I could see light again. However, something felt strange from the moment I blinked. Maybe it was the aroma I was now emanating, the place where I was now or the noise of weights and sports machinery being used.

I looked down, noticing my tanned skin, my thick pecs and muscles, yes I was strong!

I couldn't help but let out an excited laugh and dropped the weights my brother was carrying moments before, I almost looked like a schoolgirl with emotions running high.

I immediately dropped everything, walking uncertainly towards the bathrooms or the locker room. As soon as I saw my new reflection, it was like feeling an adrenaline rush, I was seeing my brother's reflection! I flexed his arms, enjoying how my arms and chest were swelling up. Gosh, yes!

I lifted my armpit, beginning to lick and sniff, enjoying the aroma. I clutched my nose against my new hairy armpit, panting loudly as if unhinged.I caressed every inch of my new skin, bristling at the slightest touch. I smiled smugly.

— Oh yes, my name is Mark.... – I murmured, taking the opportunity to touch the relief of my brother's pecs, letting out a squeal from the sensitivity – I'm the star athlete of my high school, a real casanova – I was loving every second, seeing how what I was saying, my brother was making exact copy of it – I used to like girls but now.... I don't know, bro. I think I'll only like boys.

I was drunk with power. I ended up leaving the gym after finding my brother's stuff, I didn't even change, I enjoyed feeling how the wet clothes stuck against my skin, the stench my body gave off, even how other guys saw me.

I ended up getting home, I didn't hear any noise, everything was quiet. I knew my parents were at work, so I went upstairs, straight to my room.

I was scared to find my brother in my body, awake. My heart was pounding... but when I opened the door, I could see my old body lying on the floor, asleep.

I smiled, I couldn't help but scoff inwardly, I even moved him slightly to see if he would react.

—You're not so strong anymore, are you, little brother? – I said teasingly.

I simply turned around, closing the door to go to my brother's room. I lifted my armpit, smiling at the scent; now I understood why he was addicted to smelling that bad.

I started rummaging through his closet, beginning to try on all of his clothes. There was something exciting about it that made my skin crawl.

I put on everything I could get my hands on: Sport shirts, shorts, skinny jeans, leather jackets. It was fun, until I found something in a drawer that made my new member firm up instantly. It was a smelly sports spandex, it was my brother's wrestling uniform. I suddenly took off my clothes to put that on instead, I smiled as I saw it fit perfectly on my body, all in place.

My fat legs encased in the tight fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sat in a chair my brother had in front of his mirror, leaning back.

Loving the way I looked, I picked up his phone to start taking pictures of myself, letting my strong muscles show, or my armpits, I even made the occasional silly face.

I was a brainless jock now, wasn't I?

I sniffed hard at my new masculinity, taking advantage of the friction to drive me crazy. I was waving my hand frantically when someone entered the room, it was Theo.

— Shit! – I muttered, covering myself. He just raised his eyebrow.

— What are you doing? - he asked without giving it much importance.

— Nothing, nothing. I wasn't expecting you – I mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze.

— I told you yesterday I'd come today, are you running out of brain cells from so much protein? – He joked. I felt a warm feeling in my stomach when I heard him laugh – What are you wearing?

— My wrestling uniform, what else? – I tried to diminish the strangeness of the moment, I had to be more like Mark – it drives girls crazy, don't you think? – I muttered, flexing my arms for him.

Theo let out a friendly laugh, nodding.

— Sure, dude.

We talked for a while, at first he caught me off guard but the more I talked to him, I felt my brother's knowledge and tastes seep in. Suddenly he was talking about his subjects, his other friends, video games that only he knew about, even what sports games were coming up.

— Mark, do you want to go play video games at my house? I bought something new and we can go try it out.

— Sure, bro – I felt natural with every step and every sentence. I changed my clothes so we could go without looking ridiculous, that would be for later – Let me let my annoying brother know.

I ended up walking to my old room, still lying my body on the floor. I went out with Theo, walking down the street and enjoying the sun.

— Sometimes you're too hard on him.

— With who? – I said a bit confused.

— With your younger brother, I remember when you used to get along with him.

I felt some guilt for what he made me remember, there was a time when Mark was protective of me, and I was always hanging out with him and Theo, until.... Wow, I don't know what happened.

— He's such a loser.

— I like him, he's really nice.

I smiled to myself to hear my crush say such a thing. We ended up arriving at his house, apparently no one was home. We went up to Theo's room where we played for at least two hours, the afternoon went by fast; we kept talking about trivial topics but I couldn't help looking at him from time to time.

I felt a connection with him, natural because of my brother's friendship with Theo, but there was something that also seeped out of me, that I liked. The way he laughed, or his hair falling on his forehead, his skin, fuck, fuck...

— Come on, dude. I'm kicking your ass! – I could see how my character ended up being defeated, I was silent, just listening to his laughter, which confused him, he turned to look at me. – Mark... Are you ok?

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I approached him to kiss him softly, I was afraid he wouldn't kiss me back, but he immediately started kissing me again.

It was a chaos of kisses, my hands wandering awkwardly through his hair.

— Jesus, Mark...

— Don't you love it?

— I love it, man...

We ended up kissing like crazy. There were a lot of questions in me, So Theo was gay? Did he always have feelings for Mark? Was this the relationship they had? What was going on here?

But the more kisses he gave me, the less I cared. In a matter of mere seconds again we were kissing intensely and passionately. I had everything I wanted, the body I deserved, the boy of my dreams? At last everything was in place.

Theo climbed on top of me, still kissing me, even tenderly.

— Do you want me to take good care of you, big guy?

He whispered in a tone I never thought I'd hear him speak. He caressed my chest and then my abs.

— Theo...

I murmured.

— Shh...

I immediately quieted down. And gosh... He sure knew how to use his mouth, my eyes rolled to white from just feeling how over and over again he acted greedily. I was lost in the sensation until I could feel my new phone vibrating like crazy, I preferred to ignore it, but I kept getting notifications.

I reluctantly picked up the phone, only to see notifications from my old number. Apparently my brother had already woken up, there were endless messages:

"What did you do, midget!? Where are you!?"

And more messages from him, completely hysterical, although there was one in particular that made me trace a wide smile on my face:

"Are you with Theo?! Stay away from my best friend!"

I immediately activated the camera to send him some pictures. Which infuriated him even more.

I was about to burst out laughing when I heard Theo's phone start ringing.

— Mfh... Wait a minute, buddy – he sat back up and picked up his phone to check who was calling – That's weird, your brother is calling me.

— Don't answer it - I tried to sound natural.

But Theo seemed to ignore me, he answered and not only that, he put it on speaker.

— Hello?

There was silence, until Mark finally exploded with my squeaky voice.

— Theo, it's Mark! My idiot brother did something and now I'm in his body! That asshole is using my body, you have to do something!

Theo looked at me strangely, scowling, I couldn't even hold his gaze.

— Didn't you hear, Theo?! That's not me that's with you! You have to do something!

I guess the luck had lasted only a few seconds, now Theo would reject me or even hate me.

— I know, Mark – I looked up quickly, I could see the boy of my dreams with a cold profile, but not for me exactly – And I like it that way.

My old voice sounded hysterical and annoyed over the speaker until Theo cut the call.

— So... You know?

— Yes, I do.

— Was I too obvious?

— A little, but it wasn't really about that.

Without warning he kissed me again.

— But Theo...

— Who do you think sent you the mail?

He let out a laugh to kiss me intensely, I had to restrain myself from kissing him for hours or putting my hands on his body.

— Why?

— Because I've seen you, buddy - he smiled, then I realized that I always use the nickname he used to call me - I know how you look at me, I know how much you liked it. And although I felt something similar, I couldn't reciprocate you, I saw you as my little brother, it felt... wrong. Your brother's body, though, I could certainly mess with it an infinite number of times.

He caressed my smooth abs.

— So you like that I'm Mark?

— I love it. The goofy jock look suits you.

He grabbed my pecs to weigh them, then without warning lunged against my armpits to lick and sniff like crazy.

After a few weeks, I ended up adapting to my brother's life perfectly. I continued playing his sports, improved his grades, got along with his friends... The only change was when “he” came out as openly gay, my parents had to accept it and my younger brother... Well, he has no choice but to watch me bring my cute boyfriend, formerly best friend, into my room every night.

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