The Tutor

Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

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Week 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

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

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

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it. I’d never done anything like it before but, with Jake’s memories and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

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

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

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

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I've never worked a proper job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

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

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

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

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

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

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

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me. Simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected. A solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

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

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

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

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

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed onto his lap before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down. The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sitting on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could by whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking. Brushing my hand against his when we passed one another. Always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to slowly bend down to pick it up. Oh, it was fun.

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

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

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

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

Sequel coming soon!

Switch Up: La Venganza de Logan

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: La Venganza de Logan [ Versión Español ]

— Al diablo, dámelo. 

Murmuré tomando el control de su mano, examinándolo por un segundo.

— Ten cuidado, no lo tomes tan fuerte, Logan – Miles dijo un tanto nervioso, aunque tenía razón, el control era como la mayor invención del siglo XXI. 

Pero estaba emocionado. No había dicho nada sobre haber estado en el cuerpo de Ethan, ¡pero cielos! Si no me había quitado la ropa en ese momento había sido por mero respeto a mí amigo. 

Pero quería claramente quería ver cómo era tener el pecho delgado, o un cuerpo esbelto. Siempre había deseado ser distinto, lejos de... El típico estereotipo de un chico nerd: gordo, con granos en la cara, poco atractivo.

Yo también quería más. Tal cómo Ethan había dicho, deseaba tener algo más que esto. 

— ¿Y ahora qué piensas hacer? – Ethan dijo un poco nervioso.

— Cazar... Cómo dijo Miles.

A todos les pareció extraño que escogiera a Caleb. Tenían razón en que era desagradable, y justo por eso era que se había convertido en mi objetivo. Estaba harto de sus risas, sus comentarios burlones sobre mí peso, una vez incluso había eructado en mi rostro. 

Sabía que era un idiota, un patán, que casi no se ponía desodorante y que usaba su cerebro al mínimo. Sabía que había mejores cuerpos, pero quería venganza. 

— ¿Y necesitas ayuda? 

Ethan siempre era el que más se preocupaba por los otros, con una personalidad cálida y un gran corazón. Yo era un poco más reservado, callado y apenas asomándome de los cómics, Miles... Bueno, era Miles. 

— No.

Pero algo que pocas veces demostraba a mis amigos, era la parte oscura en mí. 

Una parte extremadamente vengativa y rencorosa, que estaba dispuesta a todo con tal de ver pagar a Caleb Hawks.

— Logan, ¿Estás seguro de qu-?

— Miles, ¿Cómo tengo que usarlo?

— Sólo apunta con la antena a dónde quieras que sea el primer cuerpo, luego presiona el botón amarillo. Al final, apunta al segundo cuerpo, botón verde, y eso es todo.

— ¿Y qué pasa si él se da cuenta del cambio?

Miles se quedó pensativo. 

— Hay una función pero aun no está terminada, tendría que...

— Dame opciones seguras.

— Taclealo.

Trague saliva.

En parte sabía que era una muy mala idea todo. Ir solo, apuntarle a mi bravucón con un control, esperando a que no me golpeara antes. 

Pensé en pedirles ayuda, fuera a ambos o cualquiera, Ethan podría quedarse en las sombras y sólo encargarse de apuntar y presionar botones.

Pero quería hacer cosas que sólo mi compañía podía autorizar. 

— ¿Y qué pasará con el control?

— El control se quedará en la mano de tu cuerpo original, dudo que se las ingenie para saber cómo funciona, pero debes de recuperarlo cuanto antes.

Asentí, cómo si repasara mentalmente los pasos para completar la "misión".

— Hecho.

Me giré de inmediato, saliendo de la biblioteca para empezar a caminar por el resto de la preparatoria.

No tenía ni idea de dónde podía estar Caleb, ¿clases? ¿En práctica? Era cómo buscar una aguja en un pajar. Sí, era mi acosador; pero parecía que él tenía siempre el don de encontrarme. 

Decidí salir con rumbo al gimnasio, apenas había personas en tal zona a esa hora, los demás estaban en clases, supongo.

Escuché el sonido de pesas, los bufidos de alguien, y finalmente... Estaba ahí. Caleb estaba levantando una pesa, flexionando sus brazos con el ceño fruncido, había sudor en todo su cuerpo. Estaba concentrado en sus ejercicios hasta que pudo verme por el reflejo del espejo.

— ¡Ahí estás, mantecoso! – dejó caer las pesas, con su expresión estúpida de siempre, aquella sonrisa petulante – ¿Qué haces aquí? ¿Por fin estás pensando en dejar de ser así de pesado?

Mi mano temblaba mientras lo veía acercarse más y más. La rabia hervía por todo mi cuerpo. Apunte con rapidez su cuerpo para presionar el botón amarillo, a lo que él sonrió confundido, más que nada burlón.

— ¿Y eso? ¿Es uno de tus gustos nerd?

Apreté la mandíbula, se estaba acercando, lento pero constante. Estaba a nada de lanzarse por el.

Se quedó quieto. Pero sabía que sólo era una trampa, de inmediato se abalanzó contra mí pero rápidamente voltee el control hacía mí, apunte y presione el botón verde.

De un momento a otro, observé mi viejo cuerpo. Y no pude evitar sonreír con satisfacción.

Mi antiguo rostro formó una expresión confusa propio del tonto de Caleb, y antes de que pudiera hacer algo, le arrebate el control.

— ¿¡Qué carajos!?

Observó sus nuevas manos gordas. A lo que de inmediato corrí con el control hacía los vestidores. 

Me sentía poderoso. No, poderoso era poco, ¡me sentía grandioso! Con mis nuevas piernas fuertes avance a zancadas hasta terminar en la puerta del baño, y de inmediato la azote para poner seguro.

Giré hacía el espejo, para encontrarme directamente con el reflejo de Caleb, o mejor dicho: Mi nuevo reflejo.

Momentos atrás él sólo entrenaba con una gorra y unos pantalones, siempre era descuidado con esas cosas. Usando cualquier ropa para entrenar, siempre dejando todo impregnado con su hedor. 

Me quedé congelado por un momento, hasta que una sonrisa engreída se formó en mi rostro. Levanté mi axila para empezar a oler mi nuevo aroma, sonriendo ante ello; totalmente extasiado por ello.

Acaricié mis abdominales, dejando escapar una risilla al no sentir mi antigua barriga, sólo una serie de músculos firmes. Seguí escuchando como Caleb tocaba la puerta como loco, pero eso era lo que menos importaba. 

Mis manos se dirigieron a mis pectorales, y en cuánto acaricié el relieve en ellos, fue cómo ver estrellas. Una expresión entre confusión y éxtasis se formó en mi rostro, a lo que volví a tocar esa zona una y otra vez. Un gesto tonto, casi idiota, un tanto propio del antiguo Caleb apareció en mí. 

¡Pero lo que fue mejor fue sentir lo que Caleb ocultaba en sus pantalones! Pude sentir la rigidez, cómo crecía hasta abultarse y pegarse de forma incómoda contra sus pantalones, rogando por ser liberado.

Saque su teléfono, lo desbloquee con su huella, empezando a tomarme fotos con distintas poses y caras. Algunas de perfil, enseñando sus abdominales o resaltando sus pectorales, otras con una expresión burlona, o con una seria. 

Pero lo que más me encantó, fue sacar la lengua, rodar los ojos y hacer que se viera aun más tonto de lo que ya era. ¡Tenía el destino de Caleb en la palma de mi mano! Podía arruinar su reputación tanto cómo quisiera, volverme loco de poder. ¡Todo!

Pero entonces volvió a tocar la puerta con insistencia, y no quería sólo hacerle ver a la lejanía todo lo que estaba dispuesto a cometer, no. Quería que lo experimentará en carne y hueso.

Escondí el control en una parte del lavabo del baño, y abrí la puerta para jalarlo dentro con algo de fuerza. Mi antiguo cuerpo sin duda era un tanto pesado, pero ni eso me detendría ahora. 

— ¡¿Qué demonios hiciste?! – Caleb se sacudió como un gusano en mi brazo, pero ni así solté el agarre. 

— ¿Qué no es obvio, mantecoso? – me encargue de hacer extremo énfasis en aquella última palabra, quería romperlo. 

— ¡No me llames así, perra! ¡Tú no sabes lo que soy capaz de hac-!

— ¿Qué serías capaz de hacer, Logan – Apreté el agarre contra mi vieja playera de videojuegos – Porque te recuerdo que ese es tu nombre ahora, tú eres Logan, y yo soy Caleb Hawks.

Sus ojos transmitieron terror, negando. 

— ¡N-no! 

— Sí – sonreí con pura maldad – Pero no te preocupes, creo que ya me canse de molestarte como solía hacerlo, creo que se me ha ocurrido una mucho mejor forma de utilizarte.

Lo tomé de los cabellos con fuerza, levanté mi axila y de golpe lo presioné contra ella. El antiguo Caleb soltó un quejido, y nuevamente trató de escapar, pero no. Lo haría pagar, cientos y cientos de días de que me molestara no quedarían en el olvido. 

Frote su nariz de arriba a abajo contra mi piel húmeda y maloliente, mi mano agarrada de su nuca. Por un rato luchó hasta que pareció irse rindiendo poco a poco. 

Sólo se escuchaban sus jadeos, su respiración entrecortada y cómo empezaba a lamer. 

— ¡Cielos, parece que alguien tiene hambre! 

No respondió, sólo trago saliva antes de volver a meter de lleno su rostro en mi nueva axila sudada y apestosa.

Sonreí satisfecho, jugando con él por un rato. Era más que gratificante tenerlo en la palma de mi mano, en control de cada cosa que hacía. 

— ¿Te encanta, no? – Él estaba de rodillas, con el rostro sonrojado mientras jadeaba por aire, un par de hilos de saliva escapaban de sus labios mientras mi nueva masculinidad estaba al aire – Adoras qué este cuerpo ahora esté en manos de alguien que sí lo merece, ¿no? 

Era como si su cerebro estuviera hecho papilla, apenas asintió antes de que lo volviera a tomar por la nuca para que me atendiera nuevamente. 

Estuvimos en el vestidor por al menos dos horas, hasta que terminó con chorros y chorros de materia espumosa en su boca. ¡Al parecer Caleb también tenía baldes y baldes de néctar en sus nueces! 

— ¿Quién eres ahora? – Lo tome del cabello con fuerza, lo que lo hizo jadear. La imagen era más que satisfactoria, desordenado, lleno de sustancia blanca y pegajosa, con el rostro sonrojado.

— M-me llamo L-Logan...

Sonreí. 

— Qué bueno que haya quedado claro, mantecoso.

Lo solté. Me coloque una chamarra de mezclilla qué él anteriormente usaba, y nuevamente saqué mi teléfono para tomarme fotos, revelando mi nuevo cuerpo. 

Se sentía asombroso, cambiar con Ethan había sido sólo un peldaño de toda la escalinata de placer que me estaba dando ser Caleb. Me quité el zapato, subiendo mi pie contra el lavabo para tomar una nueva foto.

Extrañamente... en mi viejo cuerpo jamás había tenido ese "gusto" por los pies, me parecía un tanto extraño, pero ahora... no podía apartar la mirada de mi pie. 

Me acerqué como pude para olfatearlo, y fue cómo la gloria... Volví a oler, notando aromas dónde antes no los notaba, y sintiendo un gran interés por mi propio aroma.

Cómo apestaban mis axilas, o mis bolas. El aroma de mis pies... Todo mi cuerpo en realidad, era cómo un elixir. Jamás había sentido algo así, más bien. Jamás había olido algo tan... perfecto.

Entonces lo entendí. 

Caleb tenía hiperosemia; un trastorno que le hacía oler los aromas aún más fuerte de lo que eran. Él estaba tan obsesionado por su mal olor porque para él olía bien. 

— ¿Así qué ese era tu secreto? ¿Qué hueles tan bien para ti, que no te importa que los otros sientan asco? – sonreí, volviendo a oler mi axila – Ahora te entiendo... Huelo tan bien.

Él sólo me miró como un cachorro hipnotizado, a lo que sonreí sin más. 

— Creo que ya me divertí bastante contigo. Pero ya me aburrí, así que nos vemos, perdedor. 

Solté una risa para salir de los vestuarios, no sin antes recoger el control. Empecé a caminar por los pasillos de la escuela, justo era cambio de clases, así que los pasillos estaban bastante concurridos.

Levanté mi barbilla, saque el pecho y avance con confianza. No me importaba no traer playera, apestar a sudor, incluso podía oler a aquel líquido blanquecino que había vertido por montones en "Logan", yo olía como la gloria. ¡Yo era asombroso!

Terminé llegando a la biblioteca. Pensé que ya no estarían mis amigos, pero ahí estaban, Ethan estaba recostado en la mesa, al parecer harto; Miles seguía haciendo anotaciones. 

Avance hacía ellos, ni siquiera me vieron venir cuando tomé a Miles por detrás para tomar su cabello. Cómo Caleb solía molestar a todos los nerds de la escuela.

— ¡Suéltame! – Trató de moverse mientras yo sólo sonreía. Ethan se despertó con angustia mientras nos miraba.

— ¿Qué pasa, nerds? Su amigo el gordo quiso hacerme algo extraño con un artilugio suyo, ¿qué tenían en mente al tratar de hacerme algo así?

La expresión de Ethan se volvió casi de terror. A lo que termine soltando una risa, afloje el agarre de Miles para sacar el control.

— Debieron haber visto sus caras.

Me senté en una silla cercana, colocando mis manos detrás de mi nuca e inclinandome hacía atrás. 

— ¿Logan?... – Ethan murmuró confundido. Miles sólo tosió mientras me fulminaba con la mirada.

— No, ahora dime Caleb – dije mientras volvía a esbozar una sonrisa egocéntrica. Mire hacia la mesa, tomando uno de mis cómics para hojearlo. Quería asegurarme de que aun conservaba mi gusto por los cómics, y así era. Lo hojee un rato esperando una respuesta, aunque sólo hubo silencio – ¿No dirán nada?

— ¿¡Qué se siente!? – Miles fue el primero en hablar. Se precipitó rápido hacía mí, listo para hacer cientos de preguntas – ¿Cómo fue, dónde está el antiguo Caleb?

— Se siente increíble – Acaricié mi pecho con arrogancia, después flexione mi brazo frente a ellos para ensanchar mi bicep. Finalmente me acerqué a mi axila para lamerla – Es sentir un sinfín de experiencias nuevas, y sobre el nuevo Logan... Espero que no lo encuentren en los vestidores o su reputación quedará sepultada para siempre.

Reí profundamente. Miles y Ethan sólo me miraron con admiración, aunque en parte sabía que también era con deseo, a lo que flexione ambos brazos para ensanchar mi pecho y grandes brazos. 

— Soy cómo un superhéroe. ¿No? – Hubo silencio nuevamente, sólo me miraban absortos – Vamos, chicos. Dejen de babear y mejor encuentren con quién podemos jugar.

Les señalé el control a mitad de la mesa, a lo que ellos se levantaron con prisa para salir casi corriendo de la biblioteca. Me quedé solo con una sonrisa burlona en el rostro.

Me levanté de igual forma. Para caminar al baño, aún no había terminado de explorar todo este cuerpo...

Entré al baño para empezar a quitarme lo que tenía encima, sólo quedando en calzoncillos. Me encantaba como la tela se aferraba a las piernas musculosas y gordas de Caleb, todo su esfuerzo ahora era mío.

Sus músculos, su hedor, su ropa, su teléfono. Todo, todo era mío y sólo mío. 

Saqué el móvil para volver a tomarme fotos, pronto estarían por todas sus redes sociales.

Su feed en Instagram estaría pronto lleno de chicos sin playera, adiós a todas esas chicas en bikini, no. Ahora estaría lleno de chicos musculosos, o twinks ansiosos por estar a mis pies.

¡Era ahora un puto dios! Con los pies malolientes, las axilas apestosas y todo el cuerpo con aroma a almizcle. Olía asombroso... Y aun mejor, podía actuar tan tonto cómo el antiguo Caleb. Aunque con la gran diferencia de que yo explotaría al máximo ser un "himbo" tonto y apestoso. 

A los chicos sin duda les va a encantar. 

Continuará.

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

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

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

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Edgar

I just added Edgar to my collection. I loved how he styled himself. Now he’s just a husk for me to wear. I’m still getting used to my new skin. I love how I look in it. I’m sure there are plenty more Edgars’ where he came from.

Rivals Inside [ Parte Dos ]

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

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

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

Rivals Inside: Parte Dos (Versión Español)

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

Pero no soy feliz.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Sí...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Sí – no dude en responder.

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

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

— Tienes razón – sonreí reconfortado – gracias

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Carajo...

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

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

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

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

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

— Oh no, te estoy invitando. ¿Quieres?

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

— Claro. ¿Puedo pedir más de una?

— Seguro, guapo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Incluso se veía en sus ojos ese rastro de poder.

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

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

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

— ¿Qué?

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

Sonrió, acariciando mi viejo abdomen.

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

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

Sonreí.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continuará.

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

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

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

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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?

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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Summer Shift- Around the Neighborhood

Alex:

Before the great shift, I was a middle aged single guy and all of my neighbors thought was I weird. But the shift put me into my neighbor’s sons body. And I have to say I’ve been living it up!

My neighbors son was one of the key players on the football team and damn the kid’s built. Just look at these muscles!

I probably flex them at least ten times a day.

I’ve spent my days mostly by my pool or making sure to keep this body in shape.

One of the best parts is that I no longer need to work! Well at least my works pretty easy. I’m now on onlyfans getting paid to show off these beautiful feet.

And a lot of my fans pay a nice premium just for some personal photos.

Before I was out of shape and pretty insecure. But now I’m hot and can’t wait to show off this bod.

Although the neighbors son is pretty pissed. I always catch him trying to get a glimpse of his old body. And I don’t mind giving him a show.

The other day I caught him rubbing his crotch while staring at me. But I don’t mind. How could you not lust after this?

I guess the Great Shift wasn’t terrible for everyone. I’m pretty happy!

Now if you can excuse me, I need to go jerk off my huge cock before I have my afternoon tan.

Don:

So My neighbor David and I ended up in each other’s son body while our son’s ended up in ours.

It’s an interesting situation around. Although both of our sons seem to love it. 

Lately, we’ve been sharing a house just to manage the boys easier. And it’s been difficult.

The hard part me is trying to control my adult teen while also dealing with teenage hormones. I really forgot what it’s like to be this horny all of the time.

The other day David walked in on me jerking off. In his sons body, how embarrassing!

It was a bit awkward for sure but he didn’t say anything—probably just trying to keep the peace.

Hopefully they will figure this whole thing out because I don’t know how I’m going to control myself. Oh god! I have another boner!

David:

After walking in on Don I knew all bets were off! I’ve been fighting the urge to jerk off myself.

But after seeing him with my sons dick in his hand I knew I needed some relief myself.

It’s odd being so much younger again and even more bizarre seeing Don’s son walk around in my body. The worst part is that I think Don’s son is gay and had a crush on me.

Now every time I see my former self I have to hide my boner.

I just hope neither of the boys noticed!

Don and David’s sons (Tyler and Andrew):

The Great Shift has been the best thing ever!

Not only did we both end up in each other’s dad’s bodies but both of them are too distracted by our bodies to pay any attention to what we’ve been doing.

Most of our summer has been exploring and getting to know our new selves. We even sleep in the same bed together which makes every night fun!

It’s a little weird messing around with my dads body at night. But it’s been some time since the Great Shift happened and I don’t even think about it that way anymore.

To me my dads body now belongs to Andrew.

Another cool part is that Andrew and I will sneak out to go to bars! And no one suspects a thing since were in adult bodies.

And before either of our dads wake up we always sneak back just in time.

Man, I love the Great Shift and I’m glad I get to go through it with my best friend.

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.

Anyone wants to talk about body swaping or skin suits? Hit me at my dm!!

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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