Austin's Chronicles: Posesión-X

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.

Outfit of the day - when you know, you know...

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Alpha to Omega

𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧: This story contains explicit content and themes of possession, mind control and body swapping, with a sensual and erotic approach. If this type of content is not to your liking or you are not old enough, we recommend that you do not continue.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them, and they are used for illustrative purposes only.

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

𝗔𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮: (English version)

This is me:

Although I wasn't always like this... This used to be my body:

Or at least it was until he stole it from me. I loved how good I looked working out, how my muscles bulged and the compression shirt got tighter and tighter the more I sweated. I was an alpha, I could see how all the other men in the gym looked at me, some with jealousy, some with complete lust. If I dropped my pants in the middle of the gym, at least one would jump down and worship me right then and there. That day was not unlike any other. I was in the gym, enjoying the way my biceps were swelling as I flexed with the barbell. I could barely laugh under my breath, noticing how some people were looking at me out of the corner of their eyes, others less obvious were staring at my bulge or my chest. And what about my scent. I loved my scent, how stinky I smelled, how the stench penetrated with a simple smell.

I kept pumping my muscles, until I noticed him: He was occupying a nearby machine. At first I didn't pay much attention to him, until I noticed his outfit. He looked clingy, nothing to the imagination, barely had slightly wet skin. But there was something that caught my attention much more: his ass. Fat and round, perfectly trapped in that black and white full body suit, even the slightest movement made it bounce. It took so much not to get an erection at that very moment. But I guess I ended up giving in at some point: I remember my huge erection, sticking against the spandex fabric, making me grunt and groan low as I continued to lift those weights. I kept imagining what it would be like to have his ass in my hands, my chin against his huge ass and how tight it would feel, I was so lost I didn't even realize I was facing him.

— Are you still using those weights? — he commented in a soft tone. Up close he looked even more tempting, with his pale skin, his soft lips and those eyes hidden behind his glasses; he looked so tender. So tender as to break him.

— A while longer, yes — I grunted, widening my muscles more for him, even lifting my armpit a little. Who knows, maybe the scent would make it clear to him who would own him.

— Can you let me know when you vacate them? — the boy smiled — And. I hope you don't mind, since when do you train? I wish I was as strong as you.

— Almost 5 years — I mumbled — although sometimes it's more a matter of genetics, not everyone can have this physique. I smiled egocentrically. To which he only seemed to laugh softly.

— I'll say. Well, I'll see you later then.

And without further ado, he turned his back to me to move forward, wiggling his fat ass in the process. Damn, I wish so hard to had him. The routine went on as usual, and he seemed to disappear from the gym.

After finishing the last set, I grabbed my towel, discreetly sniffing my stench, I advanced to the bathrooms, I would stop by before showering and changing. At that hour there was almost no one there, so I took the opportunity to advance to the penultimate cubicle. I sat on the toilet, noticing a hole in the wall. 

《 Fuck.... is that a glory hole? 》— I could only think to myself. I moved closer, noticing how there was someone on the other side. I smiled. I stood up to immediately put my hard cock in that hole, first I felt nothing... until the wetness of his tongue welcomed me.

I gasped, smiling.

Whoever was on the other side of the wall was doing excellent. I could feel him devouring my 18cm cock, gagging, stroking it and swallowing it again like there was no tomorrow, listening to his moans, but not saying anything.

— Do you want milk, bitch? — I murmured. I only heard a soft gasp which I took as a yes. To which I started to thrust my cock in and out to fuck his throat.

I started to feel a tingling in my abdomen, I was so desperate to come in his mouth. However, an electric sensation was also in the air. I moaned, starting to come in his mouth, but instead of feeling pleasure, I felt as if I was detached from my soul. In a desperate attempt, I managed to pull back to separate myself. 

It was completely useless, as it all ended up getting lost in a deep black. 

When I opened my eyes again, I felt a liquid in my mouth, with a bitter taste that I immediately spat out, accompanied by a strange sensation that invaded me, ignorance; I looked around me, without recognizing the place where I was now, everything being very dark and big.

Had I shrunk?... No. I looked down, noticing that I was on my knees. No. I looked down, noticing I was on my knees, got up as best I could, but still felt small, vulnerable and weak. What the fuck had happened? From the cubicle next door, I heard a strangely familiar laugh, and then I heard him slam the door to run out. 

What was going on? I dizzily stepped out of the cubicle. It felt like I was raw, to which I brought my hand to my head.

— Ugh... — I muttered. 

But a soft voice was what sounded instead of my usual deep tone, I looked at my hands, noticing hands that didn't belong to me: my hands used to be big, strong and rough, but now I found myself with soft, thin and small hands. I immediately looked in the mirror, noticing that boy from before.

— What?...

I moved closer. To the mirror, noticing that boy's soft and delicate features, his arms, which although marked didn't feel anything like mine, his thin chest and curly hair. He didn't even have a single speck of hair, and his scent was too faint, smelling more like his cologne which seemed to have notes of citrus. 

I knew I should be perfectly upset, angry about what had just happened. But something in me...felt different. I brought my hands to my new pecs, gasping at the slightest touch. It was as if this boy's body was always aroused, even the slightest brush against my clothes made me shiver. I wanted to explore myself right there. However, a very strange feeling for me of embarrassment lodged in my chest.

So I better check my suit pockets, finding a locker key, I timidly walked to the locker area and then opened the drawer with the key. Finding a backpack, wallet and other things. I opened the wallet, finding an ID. Apparently my new name was Max Jones.

I headed for the exit once I found the address of my new home. It felt different being on the street, I no longer felt strong or manly, I felt small and seen by everyone, men noticed my new fat ass, how it was marked when I walked. Something inside me felt bad about how they looked at me, but another, I was completely turned on.

I ended up arriving at that apartment, it looked well arranged, a bit of a contrast to my old apartment that was always in disarray with dirty clothes everywhere; I could not stand it any longer and ended up taking off my suit, leaving only what seemed to be a green thong that highlighted my ass even more.

I knew it was all wrong. That that wasn't my body, that I didn't act like that...but this body. It always seems to be horny, like in heat. I started rubbing myself against the couch, panting. My hands went to my new ass to caress it.

— Shit, yeah...

I had never been passive in my old body. I didn't like the idea of being submissive to another man, I loved being the dominant one, being worshipped. But now... it felt so strange.

Like all I wanted was something in my ass. I stroked my entrance through the thong, panting, lost in pleasure; it seemed my neurons couldn't take any more, as if this body was always horny, or in heat. I moaned, enjoying the sensations of just rubbing myself. I wanted more, I needed more.

I immediately stood up to walk to the boy's room. I was so horny... but strangely ignored my phallus, although, it was erect and seemed to measure about 16cm, I wasn't interested in touching it. I was interested in touching my ass, squeezing my fat buttocks, or sticking my fingers in my hole. Fuck... What was happening to me?

I approached the boy's closet, finding a myriad of revealing clothes or clothes that I was merely curious to try on his body.

I was so lost in excitement that I didn't even pay attention to when the phone vibrated. I looked at it closely, noticing the message from an unknown number.

My old number.

“Hey, bitch. or should I call you Max now? I guess you were right about this body not being earned by just anyone, I look good, don't you think? Haha.

That wasn't body, but the original Max, or who knows who, traded us and escaped. Good luck dealing with being a bitch with hormones raging, you won't think about anything but cock if you don't get fucked. 

Whatever. Thanks for the body, bitch.”

And he added a picture as a reminder:

I groaned as I read how he talked to me, I loved that he treated me like this. I picked out more clothes that would fit this new body, that would show off my huge ass. It didn't matter how masculine I was in my previous body, now I just wanted to be treated like the slut I was.

Once dressed, I made a Grindr account, took pictures of myself, eager for the thousands of messages from muscular men ready to use me as their dump. Once I found one I liked, very similar to my old body, I messaged him:

—  Hi, daddy;)

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not an English speaker, so I used a translator to bring it to your language (apologies if the wording is a bit weird). If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments.

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

Sneaked into a fellow suiters closet. Think he will be a bit mad, but it's so exciting to explore his collection alone!

This one really is stunning. I might even surprise him like that at work...

Parasites

Devon:

You know, I work my butt off to get into this school. Literally years of research and labs. (Granted, I enjoy it.)

But it really aggravates me to see my college roommate Tanner and his buddies get into the same school as me and have FULL rides just so they can go out partying every night or chase after girls. All because of some dumb sport!

I don’t know, call me bitter or just the nerdiest gay kid ever— I just care about my studies.

Oh and another thing that annoys me is that I find all of them attractive and repulsive at the same time! 

They’re all hot, muscular guys. But I can’t stand any of their personalities.. it’s like talking to a brick wall. 

Anyways, I’m in the lab today. And we just got in what I think is really cool. It’s this rock from a meteor. And it’s not just any kind of rock, it literally has living beings on it. 

No, not like aliens but the tiniest organisms. And I get to study them! 

I’m sitting in the lab and my professor had to step out to make a call. So I just continued to do research when I noticed the little guys were some how growing at a rapid pace. 

Like last week they were literally micro-organism and somehow they’ve grown big enough for me to see them. 

Now this is where I’d probably get into trouble… but… I may have grabbed a tube and harvest some to bring back with me. I’m just excited!

If I can figure out how they’re growing so fast, I could win international prizes and get into my dream grad school.

So I quickly placed them into the tube and slipped it into my pocket. Just enough time for my professor couldn’t see me. 

And by that time he was ready to pack up. 

Back in my room, I started thinking about all of the possibilities that could cause such a rapid growth when–

“Hey Marshall! Did you bang that girl from english class yet?” 

Ugh, they’re here… 

“Nah Dude! But I plan on doin it tonight!” 

“Hahaha! Sick Bro!” 

I glared over as Tanner’s ‘Bros’ marched in discussing their plans to get drunk for the 1,000 time in arrow. 

You have Marshall, Ben, Mason, and of course Tanner. 

“Yo Tanner, what’s your roomie got over there? Is he starting an ant farm?” 

They all start to laughing as one of them calls me a loser. I tried my best to ignore it but they keep going… 

You see Tanner never participates… at least to my face. I think it’s because we live together. 

Tanner tells them to knock it off. But as they continued they started to become more aggressive. 

That’s when Marshall comes over and yanks the tube out of my hand. 

“What the f is this?” he says staring at the tube

“It’s fragile, can you please give it back?” 

“Haha no way!” 

That’s when they start throwing it back and forth like it’s a game of monkey and the middle. And I unfortunately am the monkey. 

I kept trying to get from them but Mason drops it and the entire tube crack open! 

“Crap!!” I scream out. 

They all start laughing until something unexpected happens. The tiny creatures in the tube somehow grow slightly bigger… And it’s like their motor skills became fully enhanced. 

The guys start to freak out as the tiny creatures started to crawl on each of them… 

I watched wide eyed unsure what to do, it was all happening so fast. 

Each one of them had a creature crawling up until they get to some kind of crevice and goes in. 

I start to panic as each guy lands on the ground and starts convulsing. Was I in a sci-fi movie?!? 

That’s each one of them stops and pauses for a second. And they all four start to get up like everything is normal. 

All of the sudden Tanner turns to me, grins, and says, “We’ve been watching you Devon. Most humans wouldn’t be fascinated with us. But you’re different. And we’ve all decided you our are new Master.”

The other 3 nodded their heads in agreement.

Unsure what to do or what to say, I just kinda stood there. Until Tanner grabs me by the hand which startled me.

“I since some fear, you have no need to fear us. All of us here know your thoughts and we want to pleasure you.”

That’s when the other guys start lifting up their shirts shows me their stomachs.

I started thinking about how hot it would be to see Marshall’s package and he instantly tries taking off his pants!

“Holt crap! Can you guys read my mind?”

“Yes Master, you even give us commands with your thoughts.”

I think about Ben kissing Mason and all of the sudden Mason turns to Ben and starts making out with him.

“THIS IS CRAZY!”

I think for a minute, our dorm room here is a little too public for me to really explore these guys.

That’s when I remembered red that Mason has his own place without a roommate.

“Perfect.”

And without any hesitation Tanner says, “Great idea master, we can take Marshall’s car.”

On the car ride to Mason’s I finally get the nerve to ask the uhhh (aliens?) some questions.

I find out that none of them know where they’re originally from nor are they completely separate beings which I found fascinating.

It was like they’re all separate but yet connected to each other.

They told me how excited they are with their new bodies and how they decided making me happy was their new mission.

I asked why? Why me?

“I’m just some nerd?”

“Well you’re the only other living thing to be interested in us.”

I tried not to read that deep into it. Also doesn’t help that my horny to moral ratio was way off right now.

But they reassured me that they would protect me at all cost.

When we get to Mason’s each boy started to accommodate me.

Marshall with his strong hands started to rub my back while Marshall rubbed my feet.

Tanner prepared us an excellent meal which I was shocked since the only thing he’s ever been able to cook was romen.

And Ben put on a little strip tease flexing show for me which got me hard pretty quick.

The night was still young and all of us ate. I found it interesting just quick each one picked up on normal human habits.

That’s when Tanner explained to me that they have direct connection to their hosts thoughts.

Each one could tell me everything about their hosts life and each others.

I guess that’s what happens when your minds are all interconnected.

The new Tanner and Marshall stood in-front of me asking me what I wanted to next.

You have Tanner, a boy I’ve lived with for 6 months now and have secretly been lusting after…

And then you have Marshall, he was the biggest jerk of them all… but I’ve dreamt about getting the chance to touch his feet… chest… crotch…

Both boys immediately get on the ground and start showing off their strong arms and big feet.

I take Marshall foot which was fully exposed and lift it up my face.

I start rubbing it all over taking in the smell.

Tanner pulls off his socks knowing full well what I was going to do next.

Then Marshall and Mason start joining in.

They let me take turns with their feet. And I was in complete jock boy heaven at this point.

I get them to carry me to Mason’s room which only took Tanners strong arms.

He leans in and pecks me on the cheek. Which causes me to blush.

Once he sits me down on Mason’s huge bed, each one of them starts taking a position.

Ben was on head duty since he had the softest lips.

Marshall and Tanner were on both sides of me so I could fondle them at the same time.

While Mason was taking turns smelling and rubbing each of our feet from the bottom of the bed.

Feeling both Marshall and Tanner’s dicks was almost too much to bare. It was like sexiest sensory overload.

I stopped Ben before I got to close because I wanted to taste all of them.

Each one got on the bed in a line as I took my turn licking and sucking on them.

I tried out each guys nipples, smelled their armpits, and sucked all of them off tasting their loads

Then I got to Tanner.

I ran my hands through his thick brown hair. I put my hand under his chin and kissed him.

I grab on to his dick and tell him to put it in me

He gingerly works it in and I let m out a moan.

It felt sooo good. We both get so into it, he was so in tune with my rhythm.

I feel Marshall from the side and he starts to jerk me off.

And some how at the same time, Tanner and I came.

Marshall bends his head down and cleans my chest with his tongue.

And all of us just laid in bed in this massive cuddle. I couldn’t have been happier.

Switch Up: Conclusiones

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.

Switch Up: Conclusiones (Versión Español)

La vida había sido perfecta desde que Miles nos mostró el control y terminamos en estos cuerpos. 

Nos habíamos vuelto los reyes de la escuela, ya no era necesario escondernos de los brabucones, o pasar desapercibidos por los pasillos, no. Ahora a cada paso que dábamos, al menos una persona nos volteaba a ver cómo si su vida dependiera de ello. 

Era como tener poder en su expresión más pura. Atractivos, musculosos, ¿Quién no quisiera tener todo eso?

Algunas cosas habían cambiado, tal vez la gente lo notó o prefirió ignorarlo y tomarlo como normal. La forma en la que Blake ahora se vestía, los nuevos intereses en Caleb, los coqueteos más notables del nuevo Ruben.

O incluso la relación de Alan y Blake. Que ahora parecían no poder mantener sus manos alejadas del otro por demasiado tiempo. 

Todo estaba cómo debía de ser. Nosotros a la cabeza, ya no siendo sombras.

Hubo partes extrañas y difíciles de acostumbrarnos, claro. El control de Miles aun no tenía la capacidad de dotar al anfitrión con los recuerdos y memorias del cuerpo cascarón. 

Por lo qué acostumbrarse a una nueva casa, hobbies e incluso a un nuevo círculo social, era todo un reto. No imposible, pero si algo que costó al menos las primeras semanas. 

Aunque, las habilidades base de los cuerpos sí parecían permanecer, como una especie de piloto automático. Descubrí en poco tiempo que me gustaba bastante el teatro, no sabía si era por el "estilo base" de Ruben, pero había una extraña satisfacción en pararme en un escenario con cientos de personas frente a mi y tenerlas comiendo de la palma de mi mano.

Debo de admitir que me he vuelto un poco egocéntrico (y aunque no me guste decirlo frente a los nuevos Caleb y Blake, eso me preocupa). Sé que ya no soy Ethan, que eso quedó muy atrás ya, ¿pero y si mi personalidad original se pierde? 

Quería tomar el lugar de un chico popular, más no convertirme en cuerpo y alma en él. Mucho menos en una versión hiperproyectada de él. 

— ¿Nos llamaste? – pregunté, apenas saliendo de un ensayo de teatro. Por más tiempo que haya estado dentro de este cuerpo, aun no podía acostumbrarme a él. Seguía mirando mis fuertes bíceps por el rabillo del ojo, o haciendo rebotar mis pectorales por mero juego. 

— Sí, últimamente he estado pensando algo – Blake asintió para sí mismo, mirándome a mí y a Caleb en la otra esquina de la habitación. 

— ¿Y qué es? 

— Bueno, desde esto – sacó el control de su bolsillo – me he dado cuenta que ya no solemos estar juntos, antes íbamos a todos sitios, ahora tú estás con el teatro, tú con tus amigos bromistas o con esas cosas de cosplay. 

— ¿Y tú? – Caleb habló – Sólo te la pasas con tu nuevo novio, tus entrenamientos o con tus experimentos. 

Hubo un silencio, Blake negó. 

— Ese no es el asunto. Me refiero a que los tres nos hemos descuidado entre nosotros, antes éramos unidos, ahora parece que no tenemos tiempo ni para responder mensajes. 

Entendía lo que decía Miles pero de cierta forma, también le daba la razón a Logan.

— Tampoco has hecho tiempo para nosotros – murmuré bajando la vista. 

El silencio se instaló un buen rato entre nosotros, hasta que Caleb se atrevió a romperlo.

— Los quiero, chicos. Pero tal vez es parte también de... esto – señaló su cuerpo para después hacerlo con nosotros. 

— ¿Dejar de ser amigos? – pregunté con tono bajo.

— Tal... Tal vez.

Él también bajó la mirada. 

— No puedo creer que en verdad estén diciendo eso – Blake nos miró con cierto recelo – ¿Dejar de ser amigos sólo porque... cambiamos de cuerpo?

— Ya no somos las mismas personas.

— ¡Lo somos por dentro, Logan!

— ... Ya no me llamó Logan.

— ¡Pero sabes que lo eras, mierda!

La respiración de Miles se volvió irregular y agitada un instante, se quedó pensativo.

— ¿Y qué propones? – Lo miré.

No dijo ni hizo nada un rato, era extremadamente incómodo hasta que empezó a avanzar hacía Caleb, serio, se puso frente a frente, pensé que estaban a punto de golpearse hasta que Blake se acercó a besarlo.

Caleb trató de empujarlo pero terminó cediendo, fue una serie intensa de besos, el más apestoso tomó cierta autoridad mientras apretaba los cabellos de la nuca del otro, apegándolo a él. 

Hubo mucha lengua y saliva de por medio, eran ruidosos en extraño, poco a poco el ambiente empezó a calentarse más, Caleb tomó de la cintura a Blake para arrinconarlo contra la pared, su espalda chocó de golpe, lo que lo hizo soltar un jadeo pero aun así continuaron besándose. 

Siguió por un rato hasta que pareció que recordaron que estaba yo ahí también.

— ¿Te vas a quedar sólo ahí? – Miles preguntó, mirándome con una mezcla entre lujuria e impaciencia. Al no ver respuesta, levantó la mirada hacía Logan y le hizo un ademán.

El otro se separó y avanzó hacia mí. No pasó ni un segundo que ya tenía su lengua dentro de mí, sus manos rondando y aferrándose contra mi piel.

— Ah... N-no entiendo p-porque esto nos hará v-volver a s-ser unidos

Tartamudee cómo pude mientras Logan parecía haberse convertido en una bestia sedienta de deseo besando mi cuello. No sabía si era él o rastros de su nuevo cuerpo, pero cielos... Sí que era territorial, agresivo y primitivo.

— Queríamos hacer esto juntos. ¿No? – Miles dijo, acariciando su pecho y sus abdominales descuidadamente – Deseábamos ser deportistas para ser ardientes, populares, todo juntos. ¿Pero cuándo nos dimos tiempo de probar lo que teníamos ahora?

No podía pensar en nada. Por una parte me parecía descabellado y completamente ridículo lo que decía Miles. ¿Qué tenía esto que ver con que ahora nos estuviéramos besando? 

Quise pensarlo cómo una especie de estrategia de terapia de parejas pero, éramos amigos. ¿Qué era esto? 

Antes de que pudiera decir más, Miles se acercó por detrás y empezó a acariciar el cuerpo de Logan, lo que lo hizo soltar leves gruñidos. 

— ¿Y ese es todo tu... todo tu plan?... – murmuré pesado, enfocándome en que Miles tenía el control en las manos – ¿Es necesario que siempre traigas... eso contigo?

Él sonrió. 

— No, pero me siento más cómodo así... No conozco del todo a mi nueva familia, imagina dejar el control por ahí y que todos empiecen a cambiar de cuerpo a diestra y siniestra – explicó con aquella aura de nerd que aun se filtraba de vez en cuando, no podía explicar porque, pero eso me hizo sonreír – Además de que ahora podemos hacer esto.

Presionó y apunto, y de repente, ya no lo estaba mirando, estaba observando a la pared, con mis labios contra el cuello, acomodado entre las piernas de alguien... Ahora estaba en el cuerpo de Caleb.

— Uh... ¿Por qué hiciste eso? – preguntó mi antigua voz. 

— Dicen que la mejor forma de entender a otra persona es ponerse en sus zapatos, ¿no? Pues sorpresa, nosotros podemos hacerlo. 

Antes de siquiera responder, de nuevo me encontré en un cuerpo ajeno, el control en mis manos. Caleb se separó, mirando sus enormes manos.

— ¿Por qué él? Es un gorila sin cerebro – murmuró acariciándose y olfateándose, a lo que hizo un gesto extraño – Mierda, ¿qué es ese aroma? 

Y fue cómo si perdiera la cabeza, de repente se pegó a su axila con necesidad, inhalando fuerte y frotando su axila para llenar su nariz de sudor una y otra vez.

— Por que quería vengarme de él – Era extraño ver a Ruben hablar sin que yo estuviera a cargo – Además... Es sexy, un himbo sin cerebro, es más fácil socializar con algunas personas, no me tengo que preocupar por ser... interesante. Puedo decir cualquier estupidez y la gente se reirá, aunque... El aroma es un problema.

Hizo una mueca, pero Miles seguía perdido en aquella experiencia nueva.

— ¿Aroma?... ¿De qué rayos hablas?... Si huele delicioso...

— Eso es porque Caleb tiene hiperosmia, por eso él siempre quería oler así de fuerte. Le gustaba su propio hedor

El nuevo Caleb seguía olfateándose. Hasta que de golpe volvió a pegarse contra el cuello de Ruben, oliéndolo y besándolo. 

— Mierda, si que hueles bien.

Ruben jadeo pero sus piernas se aferraron contra la cintura de Caleb, empezándose a frotar contra él. 

Era un caos entre besos, Caleb oliendo la piel de Ruben, el latino jadeando y pegándose a la axila del chico. No pude contenerme y apreté el control, terminando con Caleb sobre mí.

— ¡No es justo! – el cuerpo de Blake reclamó. 

— L-lo siento a-amigo.

Tartamudee con una sonrisa. 

Blake se acercó y se pegó contra Caleb, empezando a acariciar su cuerpo, frotándose y besarlo.

En menos de lo que pensábamos, no quedaba ropa alguna, jadeábamos al unísono, besos torpes y manos ansiosas por todos lados. Logan en el cuerpo de Blake, yo en el de Ruben, Miles en el de Caleb. Aunque el orden no importaba mucho ya que cada cierto tiempo. Alguien tomaba el control para terminar en otro cuerpo.

— ¡Woah! ¿Por qué te decidiste por un latino? – Miles preguntó acariciando su pecho y su rostro.

— Porque es ardiente, me gustó desde el primer momento que lo vi – susurré repartiendo besos en sus muslos – Es interesante, guapo, y tiene algo único sobre los otros.

— Mucha mierda romántica – dijo Logan acariciando el pecho de Ruben desde atrás – ¿Tú por qué escogiste a Blake?

Miles soltó una risa.

— ¿Es necesario explicarlo?

— Nah... – ambos se besaron con locura.

— ¿Tu novio no se enojará por esto? – pregunté.

— Sólo estoy re uniendo lazos con mis mejores amigos. ¿Cuál es el problema? 

Al poco tiempo después, el cuerpo de Ruben estaba en medio de mí en el de Caleb, Logan al frente con el de Blake. Estaba metiendo la vara de mi nuevo cuerpo directo en el nuevo de Miles. Lo que lo hizo jadear.

— ¡Ah, es grande! – se quejó.

— Otra cosa por la que lo escogí – respondió sonriendo Logan antes de que se besaran. 

Estaba perdido en la sensación que no me di cuenta cuando Miles tomó el control para cambiarnos entre sí, de nuevo en nuestros cuerpos originales. 

— ¡Mierda, avisa que harás eso, mfh! – no pude evitar jadear, mis ojos rodaron a blanco por un rato. Sentí cómo Caleb llenaba todo de mí, Blake se acomodo con una sonrisa al frente para tomar mi rostro entre sus manos, acariciando mis mejillas.

— ¿Recuerdas lo que hiciste conmigo cuando estaba dentro de Alan?

Trague saliva nervioso.

— A-amigo, no s-sé de que hablas

— Nah, no seas cobarde, Ethan – tomó uno de mis pectorales para estrujarlo lo que me hizo soltar un ligero grito – Dilo.

— ¡Ah, mierda! ¡Te use!

— Genial. ¿Y no crees que debes pagar por ello? – un destello se formó en sus ojos. Hizo una señal a Logan, lo que hizo que aumentará las embestidas, mis ojos volvieron a ponerse blancos del mero placer, jadee como loco. Un poco de saliva escapó de mis labios mientras sentía que Logan estampaba sus caderas con más fuerza, Miles me tomó de la barbilla con determinación. 

— ¿Te encanta cómo se siente él dentro de ti, no?

— Me encanta tenerlo dentro de mí... – murmuré jadeante. 

Tomó mi cuello con algo de fuerza, apretándolo.

— ¿Y se siente bien?

— Se siente tan bien – dije entre quejidos de placer. 

Miles volvió a sonreír con egocentrismo, tomando mi mano para dejarla en su masculinidad, con su otra mano, me atrajo para besarme con necesidad y deseo.

Todo se volvió un caos pegajoso, sudoroso y un tanto apestoso después de eso, no quiero imaginar que lío encontró el conserje que tuvo que limpiar eso. 

O la clase que entró después de eso. 

Extrañamente, Miles había tenido razón. Fue como sentir de nuevo una conexión real entre los tres, como siempre había sido. 

Era lindo tener de nuevo a mis mejores amigos, sabía que sería extraño – de nuevo – para otras personas ver convivir a Caleb, Ruben y Blake cómo viejos amigos, teniendo en cuenta que antes del cambio, ninguno se hablaba entre sí. 

Pero lo importante era tener a mis amigos de nuevo junto a mí.

— ¿El viernes quieren hacer algo? – teclee en el chat grupal. 

— ¡Sí! Se estrenará una nueva película de héroes. ¿Podemos ir a verla? – Logan respondió.

— ¿No te cansas de ser tan ñoño? – Respondí a modo de broma.

Logan sólo envío una foto. 

— Un ñoño que te dejó con las piernas temblando.

Sonreí, aunque extrañamente... Miles había estado callado desde hace un rato.

— ¡MIERDA! – escribió en el chat.

— ¿Qué te pasa. Está todo bien? 

— ¡CARAJO, NO! ¡NO ENCUENTRO EL CONTROL!

— ¡¿Qué?!

— ¡Debimos de dejarlo en el salón! ¡Ese fue el último lugar dónde lo usamos! 

— ¿¡Amigo, que mierda!?

— ¡No lo sé. Lo olvide por completo! 

— ¿Y no puedes hacer otro?

— ¡Claro que sí, ese era sólo el modelo beta! ¡Pero ahora está perdido, quién sabe dónde!

Tratamos de encontrar el control después de eso, incluso fuimos en plena noche a la escuela. Pero nada, ni rastro del control.

Miles halló una forma de poner un "seguro" a nuestros nuevos cuerpos para repeler la interferencia del control original. Así que de nuevo, todo salía bien para nosotros, pero... ¿Y el control?

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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.

Esta fue la quinta y última parte de "Switch Up", espero que les haya gustado, a mí me encantó escribirla, es mi proyecto más grande dentro de está comunidad y género, por el momento, la historia de Ethan, Miles y Logan ha llegado a su final, pero. Tener el control remoto me ha abierto una puerta a otras historias, así que he decidido hacer un spin off llamado: The Switch Club. Breves historias independientes o interconectadas entre sí para extender la fantasía de cambio de cuerpo en la preparatoria, espero que les guste lo que tengo planeado para ustedes

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

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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.

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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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Classic bait & switch, my signature magic move.

I transform myself into some underwear, lay down on a public bathroom floor, and wait for some faggy perv to come along and take the free briefs. Maybe it’s because he likes the mystery of who left them there, or the self-humiliation, or some other fetish, or maybe he just needs new undies. The reason doesn’t matter to me, I just need a new body as a disguise.

Once he puts me on, my magic powers take over. His mind, his consciousness, slips down from the seat of his brain, falls through his body, and he essentially farts it out of his own ass, absorbed into the fabric, where he becomes his own underwear. At the same time, my consciousness is able to go in and up, into his head, and just like that, I’m him. He’s dirty bathroom floor briefs on what’s formerly his own ass.

Man, what a handsome one I got this time. You wouldn’t expect this guy to be such a freak. And I guess you wouldn’t expect him to be me, either, which is why I needed to take him over. Now I can escape my pursuers in this new body.

Don’t worry, down there, underwear boy, I can always give you your body back. But… I just might keep it. For a while, maybe forever, I don’t know yet. Hang in there while I use your body as my new disguise for now.

Possession: Revenge

𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧: This story contains explicit content and themes of possession, mind control and body swapping, with a sensual and erotic approach. If this type of content is not to your liking or you are not old enough, we recommend that you do not continue. NSFW content, NO -18 minors allowed.

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

𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 (English version)

My name is Sebastien. I used to think my life was perfect, I had a good job, my physique was average but not too bad, and I had a nice boyfriend named Dustin that I had been with for almost four years, and i love him so much.

And everything was perfect. Until it went to hell with Dustin cheating on me.

《 I don't think you're up to being with me anymore. Your body doesn't appeal to me, I need to be with someone who does be desirable 》

And that's how it ended and I found out she was cheating on me with Alberto. A guy I had met at the gym and had been dating for at least half a year.

The news that my supposedly perfect boyfriend had been staring at my face for all this time hit me harder than I would have liked. I neglected my body, gaining several pounds and looking less than neat, which ended in my being fired from my job. Debts were piling up, and I couldn't do anything but wish I could stay in bed all day because of how I felt.

My life was going down the drain, all because of Dustin. An indescribable hatred began to spread throughout my soul, I wanted revenge. That afternoon I went out to buy groceries with the last of my remaining savings, before finally spending the last penny.

I was returning home, sad, even considering ending it all. I was about to enter the house when I saw a box in front of the door, it was a package. I picked it up in surprise, checking the details. Surely it was for another neighbor, however, the data corresponded to me, even though I hadn't ordered anything.

I entered the house hesitantly, leaving the package on the table. I couldn't stand my curiosity any longer, so I ended up opening it, only to find a note inside and a deep blue bottle inside.

《 Drink it, let karma act and all your problems will disappear. 》 I tried to look for something else in the box but that ambiguous note and the jar were all there was.

– It must be a bad joke.

I muttered to close the box and leave it there. The rest of the day passed normally. Until I heard a knock on the door, it was already night, and when I looked out, my heart skipped a beat. It was an eviction notice for not having paid the month's rent.I had nothing left. No boyfriend, I had lost my physique, no job, not a penny and now I had lost my home.

I sat in the living room, defeated. For a moment there was nothing but nothing in my mind, until I saw the box. I opened it again to take the jar. What did it matter?I had nothing left, I couldn't lose anything else. I uncorked the bottle, taking the liquid all at once. For a moment I felt nothing, until suddenly the most horrible pain you could imagine hit me.

I felt as if I was burning with fire, and at the same time. As if all my bones were being crushed, I fell to the ground in pain. Writhing, I clenched my fists, hatefully remembering Dustin's face until I finally passed out. The next thing that happened was really strange. It was like some sort of out-of-body experience. Only I wasn't in my apartment anymore, I was somewhere else... Opening my eyes made me a little dizzy. Not quite understanding what was going on. I looked at the ceiling, apparently I was lying down. I felt a soft bed, strangely... I felt light, with more energy and vigor, I got up carefully, finding a mirror in front of the bed. I was startled to find the reflection of another person. However, later I understood that this was my new reflection... every action I did, the reflection came back to me. And it wasn't the body of some stranger, it was Alberto's body.

– Well, well... - I murmured with a somewhat teasing smile, beginning to caress my new body. His defined muscles, innocent face, pecs and arms, all in the right place. Not an ounce of fat, muscular, cute and cuddly.

I continued with that exploration, slowly moving my hand down my abdomen to my pelvis, gasping as I felt my new crotch. No doubt he was big, but there was something that caught my attention more: his ass. Round, smooth... gosh, it even seemed to bounce at the slightest movement.

I smirked at the sight of the body of the guy Dustin cheated on me with, completely under my control.

– You like stealing other people's stuff, don't you? - I murmured caressing my pectorals, as soon as I touched a certain sensitive spot, I couldn't help but let out a gasp that was surely heard all over the place - Oh, so you're sensitive, huh? - I said against the mirror, mocking.

Maybe I didn't want to agree with Dustin, but geez... Alberto certainly had a nice body. With one hand I caressed my new abdomen, feeling my abs, and the other, I decided to stick about three fingers in my new mouth, leaving a wet sensation in them the more I licked them.

– You're a slut, aren't you Alberto? - I murmured panting. I pulled my fingers out of my mouth, causing a trickle of saliva to drip out. I immediately moved to the closet, starting to take out different clothes like an orange sleeveless top.

I loved the way it looked, highlighting my new pecs and my new arms... How good my boobs looked. I was drunk with lust; trying on more and more clothes, or even gestures, I didn't care how silly or ridiculous Alberto looked, he would now do whatever I wanted. He would be my muscle-bound, idiotic puppet if I wanted him to be.

It was like letting my imagination run wild in its darkest splendor. A blue, full-body gym suit was what caught my attention.

How tight it felt, remarking each thing in its place.... The huge bulge that was marked, I didn't know if it was all this or it was the nature of this body, but it felt so hot.

I changed clothes again, finding a Spiderman costume. That made me feel even more excited, in my previous body, not even in his best days would I have gotten to look like that, but now.... Now it was Alberto.

And he was so sexy, from now on he would be nothing more than a muscular fool, showing off his ass and his other attributes to other men left and right. He was so hot...

I was about to grab my new cell phone when I heard the apartment door open.

– I'm home! - I heard Dustin's voice. I could only smile with a mischief-laden expression...

Bingo.

To be continued on...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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