Switch Up: First Level

So I know this is wrong but I have a little secret that I’ll never share with my roommate. Which is that on some nights when he goes to bed…

I’ll float out of my body and straight into his. The first few times I did it, I thought it was fun just laying in his bed— rubbing his cock, sniffing/licking his feet, I even experimented with his hole a few times.

But what I recently discovered is how much I enjoy playing around with my body while I’m inside of his… I don’t know it’s so hot to me. Putting his mouth on my toes,licking each foot.

I’ll eventually suck my cock… but I’m going to enjoy my feet first!

Becoming My Classmates Brother

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

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

Enzo’s Perspective

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

Dans Perspective

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

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

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

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

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

A Body Stealer Tale: Magic Hands

People looked at me oddly, questioning why I wore black gloves at the beach. I assure you there's a good reason for it. My hands are just too powerful, they can accomplish almost anything I desire. It was a gift I was born with. Wearing gloves would block the power so I wouldn't use it by accident.

Just like now, the weather was becoming cold and the sky grey. So I took off one of my gloves, and with a simple wave of my hand, the weather became sunny and perfect for a beach day.

After a while, the beach started to get more crowded, and that was when I noticed this group of guys playing soccer on the sand. One of them caught my attention the most. He was an absolute hunk in white speedos, his muscles glistened with sweat as he showed off his soccer skills by doing kick-ups. He was exactly my type of man.

I took off my right glove and snapped my fingers, and just like that, everything and everyone around me stopped in time. The distant sounds of conversations and the sounds of waves ceased.

Everything became dead silent.

I walked towards the frozen hunk, he was about to kick the ball, and the ball was frozen mid-air. I casually pushed the ball out of the way and stood in front of him to give the hunk a closer inspection. I just had to cup a feel of that body before wearing him. So I took off my left glove, and gently caressed his muscular sweaty chest. I pinched his nipples a little and even twisted them—I knew I would feel that later.

My hand slowly moved down towards his white speedos and found its way inside. I grabbed his shaft and pulled his huge dick out. He was very well hung, 8 Inches soft I would say. I kneeled right there on the sand and started to suck him off. His cock and balls were musky, which only added to the flavor. It was hot to suck this frozen hunk right in front of his friends. He became hard inside my mouth in less than a minute.

Though he wasn't aware, his body still responded to sexual stimulation. However, he couldn't climax in this state, so his body kept accumulating sexual energy. I continued sucking and pleasuring this frozen hunk's body until I was certain he had stored a lot of sexual energy, just waiting to be released."

I stood up and walked behind him. I then concentrated and pressed the tip of my index finger on his nape, a faint glow formed at the part I was touching his nape—a clear sign my power was working. I then slowly ran my finger down his spine, until I reached his coccyx. Leaving a glowing opening right where I ran my finger.

I then started pulling open his back like a suit. Inside him, you would expect to be dark and hollow, but there was only a bright light inside of him. I pulled open his back until there was enough space for me to step inside. First, I inserted my legs inside his, then I put on his upper body, and for last, I put his face on.

As soon as his face slid into place over mine, I felt the opening on his back sealing and that's when I suddenly was hit by a strong wave of sexual pleasure—All the pleasure I gave his body while he was frozen resumed as soon as the body-stealing process finished.

I let out a deep baritone moan as my knees weakened and my new huge hard cock started spurting cum at the sand. This was my favorite trick, nothing like experiencing orgasm in a different body.

I looked down at my huge cock still pulsating and shooting its last drops of cum. At last, I pulled his white speedos back up and snapped my fingers, resuming time. The soccer ball fell to the sand and his friends looked confused at me, expecting me to kick the ball to them.

"Sorry guys, I think I'm just going to relax a little. See you guys later." I put my sunglasses on and walked to the beach chair I was lying before. As I relaxed on the chair, I allowed my new tattooed hands to explore my new muscles. My nipples were aching but that didn't stop me from playing with them. This guy had sensitive nipples, so I couldn't help but moan.

People started to give me weird looks. I guess it was weird for a man to be moaning while playing with his nipples in public. So I made a gesture with my hand, making everyone at the beach ignore me and think I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Now that I had some privacy, I began exploring my new body in earnest. I pulled off the white speedos and stroked my huge shaft, moaning like a madman while no one batted an eye.

There was nothing like a relaxing day at the beach.

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.

The Academic Successor

Professor Harold Whitaker had long surpassed the boundaries of academia, delving into the arcane, forbidden arts that lay hidden in the forgotten tomes of the university’s basement. It was in one such text, a brittle manuscript bound in skin, that he discovered the secrets of astral projection and possession. In his failing years, his once-sharp mind now dulled by age, Harold had grown resentful of his waning physical strength and the relentless march of time that no man could outrun. But knowledge, he realized, offered a loophole.

Andrew was the professor’s favourite student, young, strong, and full of potential. A quiet, disciplined athlete, he excelled in both his studies and in his physical pursuits, the perfect vessel for Harold’s ambitions. The old professor’s plan had taken years to refine, every detail, every nuance of the incantation memorized and practiced in the stillness of his secluded study.

One night, when the moon hung heavy and full in the sky, Harold began the ritual. His ancient, brittle body collapsed on the dusty floor as his spirit tore free from its cage of flesh. The sensation was exhilarating—his soul no longer confined, free to roam the ether. He soared over the city, the dormitories, the sleeping students, until he found Andrew.

The boy slept soundly, oblivious to the force that hovered above him, a darkness that seeped through the walls of his consciousness. Harold waited, savoring the moment before he surged forward, flooding Andrew’s mind, his essence intertwining with the young man’s. There was a brief struggle, Andrew’s subconscious thrashing like a trapped animal, but Harold was relentless, pressing, squeezing, until finally, the resistance ebbed away.

When Andrew opened his eyes, it was Harold who looked out through them. He felt the strength in Andrew’s limbs, the taut muscles beneath smooth skin, the youth and vitality that had been lost to him for decades. He reveled in it, stretching, flexing his fingers, relishing the sensation of power coursing through this new body.

There was a moment of heady triumph, and then Harold—now Andrew—moved to the mirror. He took in the reflection: the boyish, chiseled features, the strong jawline, the eyes still glazed with the residue of sleep, but now with a sharper glint of intellect that was purely Harold’s. The sight filled him with a dark satisfaction.

He smirked at his reflection, flexing his new muscles. The reflection in the mirror was pure, raw potential—his to mold, his to control. The plan had worked. This body was his now, and with it, the promise of a second life, stronger and more virile than the last.

In a moment of vanity, Harold—Andrew—grabbed his phone, feeling the slick, cool glass in his hand, so unlike the heavy tomes and crumbling parchment he had been accustomed to. It was almost too easy, taking this body, this life, and making it his own. He raised the phone, aiming it at the mirror, at the image of youth and masculinity that now belonged to him. With a smirk, he captured the moment—a memento of his triumph over death, over time, over the constraints of his feeble, aging body.

He marveled at the picture on the screen. Andrew’s eyes—now his eyes—glinted with a knowing arrogance, a touch of mockery. The way he stood, arms behind his head, a casual display of power, was all Harold. He admired the sleek blue briefs, the way they hugged the boy’s—his—thighs, the powerful line of his legs, the way they showed off the musculature he had long envied.

Satisfied, he dropped the phone on the bed and stepped back to admire himself in the mirror once more. This was his body now. He ran a hand down his chest, over the tattoo—Andrew’s tattoo—and smiled, knowing the boy was screaming somewhere deep inside, unable to take back what had been so easily taken from him. Harold savored that thought, the helplessness of it all, as he flexed once more, feeling the power of his new flesh.

His gaze drifted down to the bulge in the blue briefs, the outline unmistakable, thick and substantial. A low, almost amused chuckle rumbled in his chest as he traced the outline with his fingers, the sensation both familiar and entirely new.

“Well, well, Andrew,” he murmured, the words dripping with both mockery and admiration. “You’ve been hiding quite the beast, haven’t you?”

He let his fingers linger, tracing the thick curve, feeling the warmth beneath the fabric. The way it responded to his touch was intoxicating, a powerful reminder of the youth, the virility he had reclaimed. Harold’s grin widened, more wicked now, as he watched his reflection, reveling in the mixture of Andrew’s athletic build and his own dark, twisted intellect.

“How did you manage to keep this under wraps?” he teased, his voice a low purr, dripping with false surprise. “I had no idea you were packing such a weapon.”

He gave a soft squeeze, feeling the heft, the undeniable presence. It was exhilarating, this new power, this potent masculinity that was his to command. Harold reveled in the irony, how this shy, disciplined boy had hidden something so primal, so raw, beneath that reserved exterior.

“You’ve been keeping secrets under those books and papers, Andrew,” he whispered to his reflection, his fingers tracing the shape again, more deliberately this time. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure it gets the attention it deserves.”

Harold’s eyes remained fixed on the reflection, the intensity of his gaze unyielding. The sight of Andrew’s body under his control, every muscle responding to his touch, sent a shiver of dark satisfaction down his spine. He watched the reflection with an almost obsessive focus, the way the chest rose and fell with each breath, how the abs tightened under the press of his hand.

He increased the pressure, his strokes becoming more deliberate, more intense. The fabric of the briefs stretched, outlining every inch of the hardness beneath. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of power and pleasure that surged through him like a current, making his breath hitch.

His other hand roamed upwards, gliding over the sculpted contours of his chest, feeling the solid weight of muscle, the way the pectorals tensed under his fingertips. He traced the line of his abs, each ridge defined, sharp under the skin, the core of an athlete. It was intoxicating, the sheer physicality of it, the realization that this strength, this vitality, was all his now.

His hand slid lower, tracing the tight ridges of the abs, feeling the power coiled in the core, the promise of force and control. The intensity of his strokes increased, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his new body. His eyes never wavered from the mirror, locked on the sight of his—Andrew’s—body responding to his every whim.

He could see the veins standing out on the forearm, the muscles flexing in response to the movement, the way the chest heaved as the pleasure built. It was all so perfectly aligned, the physical power of youth combined with the ruthless intellect of a man who had mastered the forbidden.

“Look at you,” Harold whispered to the reflection, his voice thick with both admiration and lust. “You were great as a student. But now… now you’re perfect... I’m perfect.”

The hand on his chest traced the sharp lines of his collarbone before sliding back down to meet the other, both hands now working in unison, increasing the intensity, feeding the growing heat that spread through his new body. His breath came faster, more ragged, the anticipation building with each stroke, each touch.

Goddamn, Andrew,” he whispered, his tone dark with both awe and twisted humor. “You’ve been sitting on this and pretending to be the quiet, unassuming student all this time?”

He squeezed again, feeling it throb in response, the fabric straining. There was a surge of triumph in Harold’s chest, a sick pleasure in knowing this was his now—his to explore, his to use. His eyes narrowed as they flicked back to the mirror, catching the incongruity of the reflection.

The thick, strong frame, the athletic build, the powerful presence, all undermined by one glaring detail: Harold’s old glasses perched on Andrew’s nose. It was a clash of identities, the young man’s face paired with the unmistakable mark of an aging scholar.

He snorted, unable to hold back the laugh that bubbled up. “Look at you, Andrew,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to stroke. “A beast between the legs, and you still manage to look like a damn dork with these things on.”

With a deft movement, he pulled the glasses off, tossing them carelessly onto the bed. Without them, the reflection sharpened, Andrew’s features fully realized, leaving only this powerful, youthful body in its wake.

“Much better,” Harold murmured, admiring the image now, his hand still working through the fabric, slow and purposeful. “Now you look like what you really are, Andrew—a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And I’m going to enjoy every second of being inside this skin.”

Harold’s eyes blazed with possession, a dark hunger as he watched the reflection, every muscle in the young body straining, responding to the relentless pace he set. He could feel the power, the potential, the sheer force of what he had claimed, and it thrilled him to his core.

This was what he had worked for, what he had sacrificed for—this body, this life, this control. And as he pushed himself closer to the edge, he knew one thing with absolute certainty: he had no intention of ever letting it go.

"You are deserving of others love only when you love yourself enough, bro,"

Remember that shit you said? Well, not so easy to say that now you're no longer the sweaty, ripped Adonis anymore, don't you? Yeah, how's that love search so far since Christmas? Few replies, zero actions in bed? This must have been the longest time you have no sex whatsoever, and how's that feel, weak cunt? How is it to feel so unwanted, no matter how much love you have in you, no one reciprocates it?

Thanks for the opportunity tho. Being nice really is overrated, especially when you started to get just a bit hot, a bit above average-looking. Why bother playing it sweet and gentle while being a toxic hot douchebag really generated all the buzz? It feels like second nature now to wrap myself in your persona, a hot douchebag with no empathy to other's feeling, and really mess with all of the girls and fags that instantly beg to to wipe off my body clean with their tongue or just simply get my attention even for a short amount of time. Guess what I said in the past really ring true, I deserve all these love and admiration because fuck, I really love myself, and I know from your 3 incher pecker, you love to get a whiff too, so, please, be my guest, be my fucking muskpig

Story Request: The Spy Who Lost His Body

Dan:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I opened up my eyes and looked down.

First, thing I saw was feet.

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

I look down at my hands and they youthful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fray, can I come in?”

“Uh sure!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m stuck here until headquarters swaps us back.

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

I guess Fray must be a nickname.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It looks almost odd compared to his frame.

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

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

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

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

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

I licked every last drop.

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

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

I hesitated to answer it but went for it anyways.

“Hello?”

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

“Uh, not yet.”

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

“Oh okay, I’ll see you soon then.”

“Bet! See you soon!”

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

Wavell’s Vacation 2

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

Read the First Part here!

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!

De Alfa a Omega

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

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

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

𝗗𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗳𝗮 𝗮 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮 (Spanish Version)

Este soy yo:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jadee, sonriente.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ugh... – murmuré. 

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

— ¿Pero... qué?...

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Mierda, sí...

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

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

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

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

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

Mi viejo número.

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

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

Cómo sea. Gracias por el cuerpo, zorra."

Y añadió una foto cómo recordatorio:

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

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

— Hola, papi;)

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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.

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

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NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGINALLY FROM MALEBODYEXHIBITION.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES

You planned to keep this one for two days. He was rather an interesting catch, entirely accidental. You initially took over his father, jumping into his ass crack while he was lifting a dumbbell for a deadlift. You took the body home, then explored it with your tongue, finding the trails of sweat he worked up during his training. You pumped his cock until you blew a load, then just strutted around his house free ballin’. You didn’t notice he son had come home until you was standing before you mouth agape.

You rushed to him and kissed him on the mouth, because you were his father and you just wanted to show him you loved him, plus you just didn’t care. This wasn’t your body and this wasn’t your house. You could do what you wanted, but when his son didn’t return the kiss and instead tried to push you off—and succeeded—you decided to just jump ship. You grabbed him by his waist, a small boy compared to his daddy. You tore off his workout shirt, a wife beater torn off at the midsection to show his belly button and abs—initially why you thought he would like being kissed—what straight male would wear something only bitches would flaunt? And you mount him like the stallion stud this body wanted to be by how much bitches this man has slain with his cock. You pump yourself into your son, his abs flexing and his ass tightening with each thrust into his virgin boy pussy. You’re sweating on him and he’s grunting and struggling to move under your weight, but you hold him in place with your muscular thighs as you begin pumping your seed into him. He smiles and begins to moan sensually—he was beginning to convert as you start to enter him from the dad’s dick into his ass. Soon your vision changes and you’re on all four as your new dad jackhammers your ass. You feel yourself cum onto your workout shorts and you hold your father’s hand which are wrapped around your chest. Soon your father falters and falls on top of you.

You fall to your side and he collapses into a puddle of his own sweat.

Man, you think, your ass is rekt’d. But it feels good. You feel cum ooze out and stain your underwear. This new body is perfect. It’s more muscular and tone than the dad, and the cock is larger by comparison. You almost feel bad for the father. Used for only an hour before being discarded as a suit of skin for a brand new model.

You decide fuck it. Maybe someone else will find the skin and get use out of being a hot dad for a day. But aside from that, his son will suffer the same fate. After two days, you plan to scrap this skin and find something new. Why not? Why be tied down as one hot guy when you can be a hundred?