Cambios Del Destino: Joaquín

Cambios del destino: Joaquín

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Nunca me imaginé llegar a tener este poder. Si alguien me hubiera dicho que mis palabras, mis pensamientos, e incluso mis dudas, podían torcer la realidad como ramas en una tormenta le habría soltado una carcajada incrédula. Pero aquí estoy, confundido, intimidado, feliz, contemplando como un muchacho que anteriormente tenía una lúgubre mirada apagada ahora se yergue con una cruel fuerza que antes no poseía. Sé que con esto que les digo probablemente estén llenos de dudas, algunos tal vez hasta piensen que estoy loco, y no los culpo de que así sea, pero para entenderlo mejor les contaré cómo empezó todo...

Él es Joaquin, un chico bonachón de veintitantos años que conocí hace muchos ayeres cuando íbamos juntos en la secundaria. Puedo decir que en esos tiempos era alguien algo torpe y descoordinado, no destacaba mucho del resto en realidad, exceptuando porque tenía una apariencia algo... descuidada. Tenía una cara redonda llena de acné con una figura algo robusta, se le veía un abdomen flácido y unos brazos no tan trabajados que resaltaban por su ajustado uniforme, su cabello negro siempre se veía grasoso y su cara sudada, sin mencionar que siempre iba algo sucio, resultado de trabajar todos los días en el negocio de su familia.

Vivía sólo con su papá, me enteré por rumores que su mamá los había abandonado cuando era niño, y juntos atendían felizmente una pequeña taquería al centro de la ciudad, o en todo caso así fue hasta poco después de su decimocuarto cumpleaños cuando su padre murió de un ataque al corazón, él abandonó la escuela a los pocos días y no lo había vuelto a ver hasta hace una semana.

Me lo encontré cuando venía saliendo del trabajo y debo decir que no había cambiado mucho, seguía con la misma pinta sucia y descuidada que lo caracterizaba aunque sin un acné tan marcado, y claro ahora era más alto y gordo, puedo decir que no medía más de 1.65 y pesaba alrededor de 150 kilos, pero fuera de eso se veía igual. Se acercó para saludarme y me invitó a tomar algo para ponernos al día, iba a rechazar su oferta cuando volteé a ver sus ojos y ví una mirada tan apagada y triste que me hizo aceptar por lástima.

Ya en el bar me contó cómo después de la muerte de su padre se fue a vivir con su abuela, una persona que sólo puedo describir como fría y cruel, quien no perdía oportunidad de humillarlo y sobajarlo, además de forzarlo a trabajar día y noche para sustentar la casa. Me comentó como cuando cumplió los 18 escapó de allí y regresó para intentar recuperar el local de su padre, lugar que sabía ahora era administrado por un extranjero chino y su hijo fifí, y como hasta apenas hace un año logró reabrir el negocio motivado por las últimas palabras de su padre "Recuerda siempre esto hijo, debes trabajar duro para convertirte en todo un hombre de bien".

Pasó el tiempo y para cuando cayó la noche ya estábamos entonados con unas cervezas, seguiamos hablando cuando, de la nada, empezó a sollozar y me dijo intentando contener las lágrimas como la gente lo veía extraño desde que regresó, de como murmuraban sobre él, sobre cómo se veía, sobre cómo se vestía, y me dijo como no entendía porque les importaba tanto cuando a él no le importaba mucho ser así. No pude evitar sentirme incómodo.

También me confesó como a veces le gustaría ser más fuerte como su padre hubiera querido, y como lo único que le importaba a él es ser "una persona gentil y amable"; aunque tal parece que la amabilidad que él tenía llegaba a perjudicar, solía dar tacos gratis a personas que decían no tener dinero para pagarlos diciendo que otro día lo harían, "hoy por mí, mañana por tí" le decían, obviamente mintiendo y aprovechándose de su confianza. Esperadamente esto le había pasado factura, no le alcanzaba el dinero para pagarle al dueño del local en el que estaba su puesto de tacos. Cuando se calmó un poco pagamos la cuenta y nos retiramos, yo lo llevé a su casa y luego regresé a la mía para recostarme y procesar un poco todo lo que había ocurrido.

Pasaban las horas y ahí estaba yo, acostado en mi cama, abrumado mirando al techo con la luz tenue que entraba de la calle a mi cuarto por la ventana, ansioso por la historia que acababa de escuchar. ¿Debí haber dicho algo para hacerlo sentir mejor? ¿Cómo podría ayudarlo? ¿Era mala persona por no haber querido acompañarlo en primera instancia?; miles de preguntas inundaban mi cabeza, realmente me sentía mal por él y una parte de mí quería ayudarlo aunque no sabía cómo.

Pasaron los minutos, miraba el techo a la ventana y de vuelta intentando encontrar una respuesta cuando la ví, una estrella fugaz alumbrado en el cielo, y sin pensarlo dos veces dije "cómo desearía tener el poder para ayudarlo". De pronto me empecé a marear y a ver destellos de luz que salían desde el cielo, parecía un espectáculo resplandeciente de fuegos artificiales que al verlos sólo me daban dolor de cabeza, intenté arrastrarme al teléfono para pedir ayuda pero el dolor empeoraba segundo a segundo, caí desmayado.

Desperté de golpe a la mañana siguiente cuando sonó el despertador sintiéndome extrañamente mejor, diferente pero no diferente malo, y sin darme cuenta al ver la hora ya se me hacía tarde así que salí corriendo hacia el trabajo. Me vestí lo más rápido que pude, agarré las llaves del carro y fuí disparado al trabajo, ya en el carro me dí cuenta que Joaquín había dejado su cartera en el asiento anoche que lo llevé, "se la llevó en la tarde que salga" pensé y así me fuí a trabajar. Llegó la tarde y salí del trabajo, durante el día todo parecío ordinario pero se sentía incómodamente extraño, como sí pudiera ver o sentir cosas que antes no, aún así ignoré el sentimiento y me dirigí a dónde estaba el viejo local de tacos de Joaquín.

Mientras me acercaba lo ví ocupado, entretenido contado dinero cuando lo alcance a escuchar decir:

— “Tres mil cuatrocientos noventa y nueve, y tres mil quinientos. ¡Vale verga! ¡No me llega la puta lana para pagarle al dueño y pa'terminarla de cagar pierdo la cartera!”

Sólo podía ver en su cara un seño de frustración y concentración, sintiendo cada vez más lástima por aquella figura deprimente que estaba frente a mí. Me acercaba cada vez más pero él parecía ignorar mi presencia, cuando de pronto lo oí exclamar irritado:

— “Me hace falta más dinero, ¡AGHH!, Debería haber cobrado a esos culeros que no me pagan.”

Llegué al fin al puesto y me acerqué para saludarlo, —“¡Que onda Joaco!, ¿Cómo te va?”- le dije intentando alivianar su frustración, alzó la mirada y cambió a una cara más alegre intentando enmascarar el enojo que tenía.

— “Hola... Pues ahí ya ves, perdí mi cartera y aún algo crudo de ayer, y pss ando viendo que me falta un chingo para pagarle al dueño del local. Pero bueno, ¿Tú qué tal?”

Apenas tuve tiempo de decirle que yo tenía su cartera cuando inesperadamente sonó una voz grave y burlona que venía de atrás, provenía de un carro bien arreglado y lujoso que se dirigía a nuestra dirección.

— “¡HEY, BOLA DE GRASA, TE ESTOY HABLANDO!”-

Volvió a decir la voz del auto, que en esta ocasión se estaba estacionando frente al local. Del auto salieron primero dos escoltas, altas, intimidantes, lo que esperarías de un guardia; poco después salió un joven bien arreglado más o menos de la misma edad de Joaquín, sin embargo, se podía notar que este era su completo opuesto. Era un hombre de 1.80, atlético, con una piel pristina aperlada y un cabello azabache sedoso y estilizado, se veía que cuidaba mucho su dieta y le gustaba vestir bien.

Él era Santiago, el actual dueño de los locales y de una fructífera empresa de moda, resulta que heredó todo eso de su padre, el magnate chino, quien había fallecido hace dos meses. Había venido como cada mes a cobrar la renta del mes del local, sólo que extrañamente podía sentir algo más viniendo de él, algo siniestro podría decirse. Caminó hacia donde estábamos nosotros, y volvió a gritar:

— “OYE, PINCHE MARMOTA OBESA, ⸘NO ME ESCUCHABAS COMO TE ESTABA GRITANDO DESDE EL AUTO‽”

— “H-Hola, Don Santi”- decía tartamudeando Joaquín, no lo aparentaba en la cara pero se notaba aterrado por aquel imponente porte de aquel hombre.

Ya en el puesto el joven sólo procedió a barrerme con la mirada, suspiro, se arregló la camisa y con un tono calmado, frío e intimidante empezó a hablar con Joaquín.

— “Hola, señor Joaquín, ya le dije que no me llame "Santi" mi nombre es Santiago. Y por favor no esté tartamudeando, no me haga perder mi tiempo.”- dijo mientras se denotaba una expresión firme de superioridad en su cara.

— “S-Sí, disculpe”- respondió Joaquín mientras cambiaba su mirada al suelo, como un niño regañado por su madre.

—“Bueno, como ya debes saber, estamos en ese día del mes en el que vengo a cobrar el pago por el local, así que necesito que me des el dinero ahora para retirarme lo antes posible de este mugrero que llamas restaurante”

—“E-eh... ¿No quiere comerse unos tacos antes...?”- preguntó Joaquín nervioso, intentando claramente cambiar la conversación y distraer al jóven.

—“Por favor no me ofrezca tan grotesco "manjar", no se lo daría ni a mis perros”- dijo burlescamente Santiago mientras cambiaba su expresión a una más firme, intimidante, dirigiendo la mirada con más fuerza a Joaquín. —“Yo solo vengo por el dinero, así que dámelo ¡AHORA!”-

—“Este... Re-resulta que no lo tengo completo... Le ha ido mal al negocio y me preguntaba si me podría dar por lo menos una semanita más para juntar el dinero...”- dijo Joaquín entre risas nerviosas mientras miraba al suelo y jugaba con su delantal, al mirarlo sólo podía pensar en como parecía un niño pequeño asustado y nervioso intentando evitar el castigo de sus padres.

Al escuchar esto Santiago dejó su expresión estoica por una de ira, procedió a chasquear los dedos y se acercaron aún más sus escoltas a dónde estaban ellos dos, no sin antes sacarme del lugar. En el aire se empezó a sentir un ambiente demasiado tenso, y de pronto habló con una voz firme pero burlona:

—“¡Pfft!, no me hagas reír”- dijo soltando una clara risa burlona, para cambiar repentinamente a un tono amenazante mientras los guardaespaldas lo agarraban de manera violenta.

—“Mira pedazo de manteca mal cocinada, mi padre por alguna razón que no entiendo te tenía una lastima increíble, te dejó el alquiler de este lugar un precio ridículamente bajo, ¿y aún así no me va a pagar? Ni creas que le voy a dar otro segundo más a alguien tan asqueroso, feo e inútil como tú, así que o me das mi dinero en este momento o mañana temprano vamos a venir a tirar todo tu chiquero a la basura. Tengo planes para convertir este lugar de comida grotesca y grasosa en un negocio de comida vegana y saludable, y ni tú ni nadie me va a detener, ¿Comprendes, pedazo de ballena encallada?”

Yo sólo podía sentir mi sangre hervir al escuchar eso, "¿Cómo podía existir alguien tan cruel?, ojalá pudiera hacer algo para ayudar a Joaquín" pensaba cuando de pronto me sentí mareado otra vez, mi vista se nublaba y de repente, ¡BAM!, estaba flotando arriba de mi cuerpo, era ahora un espíritu, y podía ver unos hilos y luces que salían de todos. Parecían un ADN mezclado con unas luces de navidad, no sé, pero me sentí extrañamente atraído hacia ellas como una polilla a la luz.

Floté como pude hacia donde estaban Santiago y Joaquín, mirando todo el espectáculo de luces que había. Cuando estaba justo sobre ellos empezaron a juntarse algunas luces sobre ellos formando dos esferas rodeadas de luces pequeñas, siendo una roja brillante con detalles negro mate sobre Santiago y una amarilla con azul celeste sobre Joaquín. Sin pensarlo dos veces y sin entender qué estaba pasando agarré con mis manos las dos esferas grandes y las cambié de lugar, dejando a Joaquín con la esfera roja y a Santiago con la amarilla. Inmediatamente sentí como una fuerza me estaba succionando, sentí un jalón y regresé de nuevo a mi cuerpo para oír como se escuchaba un golpe de dentro del local, vi a los escoltas sacar a Santiago de ahí, metiéndole a su coche y conduciendo lejos.

Corrí dentro del local para ver qué había pasado, estaba ahí tirado Joaquín inconsciente, iba a llamar a la ambulancia cuando pensé "Sí este pendejo no tiene ni para pagar la renta de su negocio que va a estar teniendo seguro", entonces lo arrastré como pude hacia afuera, cerré el local, lo metí a mi coche y lo llevé a mi casa para cuidarlo un rato en lo que despertaba mientras seguía pensando en lo que había pasado, "¿Habré provocado eso? ¿Qué eran esas luces y esferas? ¿Habrá sido real lo que ví o sólo una alucinación o algo peor?".

Llegué a mi casa, metí a Joaquín hasta el sillón, lo acosté y empecé a ver sombras que se movían solas en la habitación, confundido decidí mejor ir a mi cama para descansar un rato que seguro sólo estaba agotado por todo lo que había sucedido.

Todo iba bien hasta que el reloj dió las 3:55 am. Algo le pasaba a Joaquín, su estómago comenzó a hacer ruido y su cuerpo comenzó a temblar, —“¡AGHHHH!”- me despertó un grito estruendoso que venía de la sala así que corrí a ver qué estaba pasando con Joaquín, y ahí fue cuando lo ví, tan pronto Joaco soltó el grito su cuerpo empezó a cambiar.

Sus pies comenzaron a crecer, se podía escuchar la tela de sus zapatos desgarrándose; su torso comenzó a estirarse dejándo ver su ombligo y estirando su camisa. Sus brazos, sus piernas, todo su cuerpo estaba creciendo como si estuviera pasando por una segunda pubertad.

—“¡AAAAAGGHH! ¡DU-DUELEGH...!”- decía quejumbroso entre gritos cuando el estiramiento llegaba a su fin y una nueva ola de cambios lo azotaba.

Empezó a retorcerse de dolor mientras sufría lo que sólo puede describirse como un calambre en cada músculo de su cuerpo, sin embargo estos se expandieron como si hubieran estado esperando ansiosamente este momento. Sus brazos se engrosaron, sus venas aparecían lentamente para hacerse más pronunciadas y visibles. Su pecho se hinchó, sus hombros se ensancharon y su camisa se tensó sobre su torso antes de romperse, incapaz de contener su nuevo tamaño. Un gemido profundo y áspero retumbó de su boca mientras salía una pronunciada manzana de Adán en su garganta.

Su cuerpo seguía estremeciéndose cuando bajé la mirada, se hacían notar abdominales duros como piedra caliente y un cinturón de Adonis que parecía cincelado por los mismos dioses. Junto con ello, sus caderas se ensancharon levemente, lo justo para acentuar el contraste con una cintura firme. Los glúteos se levantaron, redondos, fuertes, apretados, como si la gravedad no pudiera tocarlos, generando una curva poderosa que parecía invitar a ser adorada. Las piernas se alargaron, los muslos se endurecieron como columnas atléticas, tensos bajo la piel descolorida, marcada por cada fibra que ahora hablaba de fuerza, de virilidad, de deseo.

Y allí, escondido por los vestigios del pantalón que aún le quedaba, empecé a notar como su bulto se volvía más grande, se veía como un mástil de acero que crecía lentamente, levantando la poca tela que ahí tenía. Cada latido lo marcaba más, poco a poco haciendo más visible esa sombra gruesa y algo curva que se alzaba entre sus piernas, tumescente y turgido, con la piel vibrando de deseo como si respirara.

No podía dejar de admirarla, sentía que me llamaba a verla como un loco suplicando atención. Sin embargo, sabía bien que no necesitaba mirarse directamente para saber que algo había cambiado: la forma, el peso, la presencia… Se podía sentir como su virilidad estaba creciendo influenciada por una firmeza nueva y orgullosa que hasta ese momento había estado dormida.

Cuando terminó se detuvo su transformación nuevamente, estaba perplejo por lo que estaba viendo, ese chico por el que sentía lástima hasta hace poco ahora tenía un cuerpo que parecía un poema erótico. Me acerqué para revisar su estado, coloqué mi oído sobre su pecho para ver sí aún se escuchaban latidos cuando lo olí, a pesar de estar bañado en sudor febril tenía un olor algo espeso pero de fragancia dulce, casi afrodisíaco. Me distraje un momento cuando lo escuché dar un gemido de dolor, me alejé rápidamente y pude ver cómo su rostro cambiaba.

Sus facciones comenzaron a detallarse mientras desaparecía el acné de su cara. Primero fue su mandíbula. La vi tensarse como si alguien la esculpiera desde dentro, afilarse con una elegancia brutal, precisa, perfecta. Era la clase de mandíbula que uno no mira… se admira. Marcada como por el roce de la luna sobre mármol caliente.

Y luego sus labios cambiaron frente a mis ojos, parecía como si el deseo los estuviera dibujando con la yema de los dedos. Se curvaron con arrogancia, con una sensualidad suave, natural, como si supieran que podían destruirte con un solo beso. Y yo, sin entender porque, ya los imaginaba en mi piel, sin haberlos probado siquiera.

Lo seguí mirando, como si mis ojos hubieran olvidado cómo parpadear. Justo cuando creía que ya no podía volverse más perfecto… su piel comenzó a cambiar. Se fue tornando más tersa, más viva. Era como si cada célula renaciera con un suspiro de placer, liberándose del gris de la rutina para volverse cálida, acariciable, provocativa.

Ya no era pálida, ni manchada, ni opaca. Era de un tono uniforme, dorado, como acariciado por el sol justo antes del atardecer, cuando la luz ya no quema, pero calienta en el lugar exacto. Por último su cabello cayó sobre su frente, húmedo, indomable, con un descuido que parecía perfectamente planeado.

Una vez más su cuerpo cayó rendido de cansancio ante el cambio, y yo sólo sentía como mi cuerpo caía rendido ante su nuevo él también. No era sólo que se había vuelto guapo. No. Era otra cosa. Había una energía nueva en él, una presencia que envolvía, que atraía sin esfuerzo. Una belleza que no te gritaba, pero te obligaba a rendirte. Era magnético. Y yo… ya estaba cayendo.

CONTINUARÁ :P

Filo Shenanigans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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3 months ago

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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5 months ago

Missing Story

Every bodysuit I collect has its own unique story. Every wrinkle and imperfection tells me about the life they lived. I normally pour over the details of their life so I can more accurately steal their identity. But sometimes the harvest gets in the way of that.

I met up with him through a hook up app. Our conversation was light on his life details and more focused on what he liked sexually. I tried to glean whatever information I could. I knew he was single and lived a half mile from me. When I got to his place, his apartment told me a little bit more. He was a jock and worked as an architect.

I could tell when I was blowing him he seemed disinterested. I may not ever get another opportunity to harvest him. I pushed his head back with his cock still in my mouth and injected him on his inner thigh. He tried to fight back, but I was too powerful, and his strength was rapidly leaving his body.

I’m sorry that I didn’t get to hear more of his story. I guess I’ll have to figure it out as I go along as him. I’ll be sure to make his story as alluring as possible.

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2 months ago

Switch Up: First Level

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

Swith Up: First Level (English Version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— What the hell are you talking about?

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

— A… box?

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

— In English, Miles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?…

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

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

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

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

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

— And now?

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

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

— Let's do it.

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

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

— Do you have someone in mind for you…?

— Oh, yeah, sure. Blake Jones.

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

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

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

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

— So… I want Caleb Hawks - Logan said.

Miles let out a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ruben.

— The Latino?

— Will you also give me a but?

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

Logan looked up, finally closing the comic book.

— So when do we start?

— Easy. Everyone hunts for what they want.

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

To be continued.

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

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

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Buscando chamba

Acababa de terminar la preparatoria lo cual fue un gran alivio para mí, nunca fui bueno para estudiar, así que lo primero que hice al salir

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3 months ago

Austin's Chronicles: Posesión-X

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Se está haciendo más tarde que temprano.

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

— Debes de ser paciente, Austin.

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

El chico explotó en furia contra su profesor.

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

— ¡No! ¡Ya estoy harto!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ese era Austin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Esto está estorbando...

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

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

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

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

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

— ¿Profesor?...

Continuará.

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

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

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A Body Stealer Tale: A Walk At The Park

Me and my boyfriend were strolling through the desertic park at night while holding hands when a straight couple walked past us. Both of us immediately turned our heads, drawn to the sight of the hot man holding his girlfriend's hand. He was gorgeous—muscular, tall, and effortlessly charming in that way that made you stop and stare. My boyfriend stopped walking and gave me a knowing look. I grinned and nodded at him, giving him permission to do his thing. We didn’t have to say anything.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips before casually trailing behind the couple. I found a bench nearby and sat down, waiting for him to work his magic. The park was quiet and dark, kinda scary. But I tried not to think about that. After all, I didn’t have the kind of power my boyfriend had—the power to turn people into wearable bodysuits—to protect myself.

About fifteen minutes later I saw the hot muscular boyfriend striding confidently toward me. My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of him. His shirt was unbuttoned now, exposing his massive muscular pecs. His nipples were big and pink, practically begging for attention, and his smug smirk told me he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

He sat besides me on the bench.

"Well, well," he drawled with his baritone voice. "I heard you're a hungry boy for Daddy's tits. Don’t worry, Daddy’s got the milkers. Go on, suck on my nipples."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned forward like I was starving, my lips latching onto one of his thick nipples with primal hunger. I flickered his nipple with my tongue and he groaned low in his throat, closing his fingers through my hair to press me closer.

"Yeah, that’s it," he rumbled as he held me on his muscular arms. "Worship these pecs like a good boy."

I switched to his other nipple, flicking my tongue against it before sucking hard, and his reaction was immediate. I ran my hands over his pecs and squeezed them hard.

"What did you do with his girlfriend?" I asked between licks.

He chuckled darkly, pulling me away from his chest to look me in the eyes. "Don’t worry about her," he said, his tone teasing. "Let’s just say she’s out of the picture. Now, focus on what’s important: enjoying our new bodysuit." He then pulled me for a passionate kiss.

I glanced up at him, my boyfriend now fully in control of the hot guy’s body. This never gets boring no matter how many times he does it.

He started flexing his pecs in front of me, making them bounce hypnotically. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. "This one is going to look amazing in our collection. His pecs are so huge that we could just fold him and use them as pillows. Do you want to cum on his pecs before we go home?"

I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I told him to kneel in front of me and he obeyed. I pulled down my pants and started to furiously jerk off right there in the open, aiming my cock at his chest. It didn't took long and I came on his massive pecs, coating them with my seed, some even landed on his handsome face. I pressed the tip of the head on his nipple and we both laughed.

We walked out of the park hand in hand. His shirt was still open, proudly displaying his cum covered pecs.

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