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Beneath Their Feet

The football bus was filled with the kind of energy you’d expect after a big game they had won—sweaty, cocky footballers sprawled out, joking around, and teasing each other. Their musky scent was everywhere, a mix of sweat and testosterone. They were so lost in messing around that none of them noticed their driver slightly convulsing in his seat, his eyes rolling back as the bus stopped at a red light. For a few seconds, his body shook in his seat, stopping just in time for the green light.

His face was completely blank now as he drove the bus. But he didn’t take the usual route this time. Instead, he turned down into a secluded parking lot. This time, the players noticed and started asking questions.

The bus doors hissed open, and that’s when a short, nerdy guy with messy hair and thick glasses stepped onto the bus, clutching a jar filled with what looked like tiny, buzzing insects. The jocks went silent, their laughter replaced by confused stares as the guy stopped, eyeing them all like he was sizing them up.

The bugs in the jar seemed to grow agitated, their wings buzzing furiously inside the glass. He grinned, enjoying the moment as his eyes scanned the sea of muscle and sweat before him. “I think they will do nicely,” he whispered to the bugs, then turned to the driver. “Close the doors now,” he ordered.

The driver obeyed, and as soon as the doors shut, the guy popped the lid open, releasing the creatures.

The buzzing grew louder as the bugs swarmed the bus. The footballers didn’t stand a chance. They swatted at them at first, some even ran towards the closed doors, but the bugs were too fast. One by one, they forced their way into the players’ ears, their needle-like legs digging in, burrowing deep into their brains. The jocks’ eyes rolled back, their hot athletic bodies convulsing and twitching as the aliens took full control. The nerd watched with a large grin as their bodies stiffened, then relaxed, their faces falling into blank, obedient expressions. They sat back in their seats as if nothing had happened.

The nerd spotted two cute jocks sitting in the front seats with their socked feet resting on the empty seats in front of them.

“Like our feet, you perv? Come here and take a taste,” the two jocks said in perfect unison.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He took the seat in front of them and leaned in close. The smell hit him first—sweat, dirt, that raw scent only athletes seemed to have. He licked slowly, his tongue running against their socks, wet with the day's sweat. He savored every second, every musky scent, as the jocks watched, smiling down at him.

He pulled off their socks and then feasted on their soles. He grabbed one foot from each jock and buried his face between them, inhaling deeply and passionately.

He pulled his face away and ordered them to worship each other's feet—and they did, making his cock throb harder under his pants.

But it wasn’t just them. The back of the bus, where the loudest and cockiest jocks usually gathered to mess around, was now full of grinning faces.

“Come lick my soles!” a hot Daddy wearing a Rolex watch called out, lifting his foot toward him.

“No, worship mine! They taste better,” another chimed in, propping his leg up over a seat, his toes wiggling, teasing the stranger.

“Bullshit, I’ve got the dirtiest feet,” a third one added, holding his foot up like it was a trophy—a challenge he knew the guy wouldn’t resist.

The nerd’s head spun with excitement. He crawled between the seats, eyes wide with lust, running his tongue over each jock’s foot that was offered to him. He savored their musk, the sweat, the pure masculinity of it all. The football players, now completely under the aliens' control, practically begged for the gay man's attention, pushing their feet toward his face.

Some even took off their shirts and flexed their bodies in a desperate attempt to have their feet worshiped by the gay stranger. He moved from one to the next, his face buried in their soles, overwhelmed by the strong musk each one had. The smell of their socks and the sound of their laughter as they watched him worship them was too much for him. He pulled down his pants and started using one of the players' feet to jerk himself off.

Before long, at his command, the whole team was naked and fucking each other in a depraved orgy. The nerd licked the jocks' sweaty muscles as they fucked their teammates, he worshiped their jock feet hanging in the air as they were being fucked.

The bus was his playground now, filled with jocks who had been transformed into mindless drones, ready and willing to give him whatever he wanted.

He decided to fuck the hot Daddy while burying his face in his long musky soles.

The nerd just loved taking over an entire bus of jocks—it was his favorite personal sport.

Brother's Issues

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Brother's Issues (English Version)

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

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

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

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

And I was fed up.

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

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

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

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

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

I had reached my limit.

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

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

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

— What are you doing here, buddy?

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

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

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

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

— Is he making you do his laundry again?

I swallowed hard right then and there.

— Uh, yeah, yeah.

— Let me help you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theo let out a friendly laugh, nodding.

— Sure, dude.

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

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

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

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

— Sometimes you're too hard on him.

— With who? – I said a bit confused.

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

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

— He's such a loser.

— I like him, he's really nice.

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

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

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

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

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

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

— Jesus, Mark...

— Don't you love it?

— I love it, man...

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

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

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

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

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

— Theo...

I murmured.

— Shh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hello?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— So... You know?

— Yes, I do.

— Was I too obvious?

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

Without warning he kissed me again.

— But Theo...

— Who do you think sent you the mail?

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

— Why?

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

He caressed my smooth abs.

— So you like that I'm Mark?

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

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

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

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Asuntos de Hermanos

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Brothers Issues (Versión Español)

Mi hermano mayor me era exasperante. Un tipo con más ego que cerebro, pero que tenía un cuerpo tan envidiable que reforzaba más su actitud petulante.

Las peleas en mi casa eran constantes, ¡El muy idiota dejaba regada su ropa y casi no se duchaba! Siempre estaba presumiendo de su "olor de hombre"; y claro, al ser el mayor, mis padres lo dejaban hacer lo que quisiera. Siempre se salía con la suya, y yo sólo podía morirme de envidia.

Mark era el hermano mayor mientras yo sólo me conformaba con las sobras, no creo ser poco atractivo, pero cuando comparas a un río con el mar, claramente va a ganar el mar.

Siempre se llevaba la atención de todos: profesores, familia, incluso mis ex novios; aunque él no fuera gay, siempre terminaban confesandome que lo que deseaban era estar cerca de él.

Y estaba harto.

Había estado perdido en Internet por al menos dos horas en la madrugada, sin ver nada interesante hasta que pareció llegar un correo.

"¿Quieres ser alguien más? Lee este correo"

Lo primero que hice fue cerrar el mensaje. Era ridículo, seguro era alguna especie de correo spam. Pero mientras más pasaba el tiempo, una extra curiosidad comenzaba a cosquillear en mí, hasta que no pude más.

Termine abriéndolo y leyéndolo. Traía una serie de instrucciones de cómo preparar un brebaje con ingredientes un tanto curiosos, pero que causaría qué dos personas cambiaran de cuerpo cuando lo bebieran.

Nuevamente creí que todo era una estupidez, cuando escuché algo chocar una y otra vez contra mi pared desde el cuarto de mi hermano, y los gritos emocionados de una chica que seguramente era su aventura de hoy, cómo casi todas las noches. Había llegado a mí límite.

A la mañana siguiente, me dedique a reunir todos los ingredientes, hasta finalmente llegar al último: Sudor de la otra persona.Pensé que sería difícil, pero recordé que mi hermano dejaba su ropa interior sudada por cualquier lugar de la casa. Aquella mañana, él estaba fuera, así que pensé que sería fácil escabullirme a su habitación para robar unos bóxer.

Apenas entrar a su habitación me había llenado las fosas nasales de un olor penetrante, todo el hedor de mi hermano era bastante fuerte. Parecía que no había limpiado su habitación en años y sólo olía a sudor y sus fluidos, apestaba...

Estaba revisando entre su ropa sucia cuando escuché el tronar de la madera de su puerta, la piel se me erizo, esperando un golpe. Pero mi hermano no estaba de pie en el marco, sino su mejor amigo: Theo.

— ¿Qué haces aquí, amigo?

Theo era un buen tipo, no sabía cómo era amigo de mi hermano. Su cabello rubio era sedoso, su sonrisa brillante... y estaba enamorado de él desde que tenía memoria.

No sabía si era porque él me trataba bien, porque era buena persona y amable, o todo junto. Pero cielos, sí que me volvía loco.

— N-nada. Estaba por recoger la ropa sucia de Mark.

— ¿Te está obligando de nuevo a lavar su ropa?Trague saliva en ese instante.

— Eh, sí, sí.

— Deja que te ayude.

Se acercó a mí para levantar el canasto y llevarlo al cuarto de lavado, mi corazón latía rápido.

No sabía si era porque temía que Mark llegara en cualquier momento y notará la ausencia de su ropa sudada, o si era por estar con Theo.

— Bueno, amigo, ahí está la ropa. Esperare a tu hermano en su cuarto, nos vemos.

Hizo un ademán con sus manos, desapareciendo. En cuánto se fue, me sumergí en el montón de ropa apestosa, tratando de encontrar lo más fresco posible. Agarre unos calzoncillos de color rojo, se sentían húmedos y apestosos, trate de no olerlos pero termine metiendolos en mi cara. Pronto sería ese mi olor...

Junte los demás ingredientes, lo prepare en un frasco y cuando exprimí su sudor para que cayera, juro que vi cómo si brillara...

Deje que reposara hasta la mañana siguiente. Sabía que mi hermano saldría a ejercitarse como de costumbre, por lo qué siempre preparaba su proteína para el gimnasio; antes de que saliera, abrí el vaso para verter la mitad del líquido y volver corriendo a mi habitación.

El resto del tiempo paso lento, no sabía si tomar el resto del brebaje, ¿y sí algo fallaba? ¿Y sí terminaba haciéndole algo malo a mi hermano?

Miles de preguntas me atormentaban, pero vislumbre el cuerpo de mi hermano... Alto, fornido, con sus axilas apestosas, sus piernas fuertes, cómo se hinchaban sus brazos o sus pectorales grandes. Todo eso podía ser mío, al fin ya no ser sólo el hermano enclenque, podría ser el gran Mark.

Terminé bebiendo todo el brebaje, hasta la última gota; por un instante no sentí nada, hasta que de repente sentí un retortijón acompañado de un intenso dolor y mareo, caí al suelo como un costal de papas, sintiendo que todo mi cuerpo temblaba y mi visión pasaba a negro.

En menos de un segundo, pude ver luz de nuevo. Sin embargo, algo se sintió extraño desde el momento que parpadee... tal vez era el aroma que ahora emanaba, el lugar dónde ahora me encontraba o el ruido de pesas y maquinaria deportiva siendo utilizada.

Baje la mirada, notando mi piel bronceada, mis gruesos pectorales y músculos, ¡Sí que estaba fuerte!

No pude evitar soltar una risa emocionada y soltar las pesas que mi hermano estaba cargando momentos atrás, casi parecía una colegiala con las emociones a flor de piel. Dejé de inmediato todo, caminando incierto hacia los baños o los vestidores. En cuanto vi mi nuevo reflejo, fue cómo sentir un subidón de adrenalina. ¡Estaba viendo el reflejo de mi hermano! Flexione sus brazos, disfrutando como se hinchaban mis brazos y mi pecho. ¡Cielos, sí!

Levante mi axila, comenzando a lamer y olfatear, disfrutando el aroma. Aferre mi nariz contra mi nueva axila peluda, jadeando con fuerza como desquiciado.

Acaricié cada centímetro de mi nueva piel, erizandome hasta el mínimo toque. Sonreí engreído.

— Oh sí, mi nombre es Mark... – murmuré, aprovechando para tocar el relieve de los pectorales de mi hermano, soltando un chillido por la sensibilidad – Soy el deportista estrella de mi preparatoria, todo un casanova – estaba amando cada segundo, ver como lo que decía, mi hermano hacía copia exacta de ello – Antes me gustaban las chicas pero ahora... No lo sé, bro. Creo que sólo me gustarán los chicos.

Estaba embriagado de poder. Terminé saliendo del gimnasio tras encontrar las cosas de mi hermano, ni siquiera me cambie, disfrute sentir cómo la ropa mojada se pegaba contra mi piel, el hedor qué desprendía mi cuerpo, incluso cómo me veían otros chicos.

Terminé por llegar a casa, no escuché ningún ruido, todo estaba en silencio. Sabía que mis padres estaban en el trabajo, así que subí las escaleras, directo a mi cuarto.

Me dio miedo encontrar a mi hermano en mi cuerpo, despierto. El corazón me latía a mil... pero cuando abrí la puerta, pude ver mi viejo cuerpo recostado en el suelo, dormido.

Sonreí, no pude evitar burlarme en mis adentros, incluso lo moví ligeramente para ver si reaccionaba.

— ¿Ya no eres tan fuerte, no, hermanito? – dije burlón.

Simplemente me di la vuelta, cerrando la puerta para ir al cuarto de mi hermano. Levanté mi axila, sonriente ante el aroma; ahora entendía porque él era adicto a oler así de mal.

Empecé a rebuscar entre su armario, empezando a probarme toda su ropa. Había algo excitante en ello que me ponía la piel de punta.

Me puse todo lo que estaba a la mano, playeras deportivas, shorts, jeans ajustados, chamarras de cuero. Era divertido, hasta que encontré en un cajón algo que hizo que mi nuevo miembro se pusiera firme al instante. Era un spandex deportivo mal oliente, era el uniforme de lucha de mi hermano. De golpe me quité la ropa para ponerme eso en su lugar, sonreí al verlo encajar perfectamente en mi cuerpo, todo en su lugar.

Mis gordas piernas enfrascadas en la tela ajustada, no dejando nada a la imaginación. Me senté en una silla que mi hermano tenía frente a su espejo, recargandome.

Amaba como me veía, levante su teléfono para empezar a tomarme fotos, dejando ver mis fuertes músculos, o mis axilas, incluso hice alguna que otra cara tonta.

Ahora era un deportista sin cerebro, ¿no? Ahueque con fuerza mi nueva masculinidad, aprovechando la fricción para volverme loco. Estaba moviendo mi mano con frenesí cuando alguien entró a la habitación, era Theo.

— ¡Mierda! – murmuré, cubriéndome. Él sólo levantó la ceja.

— ¿Qué haces? – preguntó sin darle mucha importancia.

— Nada, nada. No te esperaba – murmuré, tratando de evitar su mirada.

— Te dije ayer que vendría hoy, ¿te estas quedando sin neuronas de tanta proteína? – bromeo. Sentí una sensación cálida en mi estómago al escucharlo reír. – ¿Qué estás usando?

— Mi uniforme de lucha, ¿qué más? – trate de disminuir la extrañeza del momento, tenía que ser más como Mark – esto vuelve locas a las chicas, ¿no crees? – murmuré, flexionando mis brazos para él.

Theo soltó una risa amistosa, asintiendo.

— Claro, amigo.

Hablamos por un rato, en un inicio me tomó desprevenido pero cuánto más hablaba con él, sentía como los conocimientos y gustos de mi hermano se filtraban. De repente estaba hablando de sus materias, sus demás amigos, videojuegos que sólo él conocía, inclusive de que partidos tendrían lugar próximamente.

— Mark, ¿quieres ir a jugar videojuegos a mí casa? Compre algo nuevo y podemos ir a probarlo.

— Seguro, bro – sentía naturalidad en cada paso y cada frase. Me cambie la ropa para que pudiéramos ir sin verme ridículo, eso sería para después – déjame avisarle al molesto de mi hermano.

Terminé caminando hacía mí vieja habitación, aun seguía recostado mi cuerpo en el suelo. Salí junto con Theo, caminando por la calle y disfrutando del sol.

— A veces eres muy duro con él.

— ¿Con quién? – dije algo confundido.

— Con tu hermano menor, recuerdo cuando te llevabas bien con él.

Sentí algo de culpabilidad por lo que me hizo recordar, hubo un tiempo donde Mark era protector conmigo, y siempre me la pasaba con él y Theo, hasta que... Vaya, no sé que habrá pasado.

— Es un perdedor.

— A mí me cae bien, es muy agradable.

Sonreí para mis adentros al escuchar a mi crush decir tal cosa. Terminamos por llegar a su casa, al parecer no había nadie. Subimos al cuarto de Theo dónde jugamos por al menos dos horas, la tarde pasó rápido; seguimos hablando de temas triviales pero no podía evitar mirarlo de vez en cuando.

Sentía una conexión con él, natural por la amistad de mi hermano con Theo, pero había algo que también se filtraba de mí, que me gustaba. Cómo se reía, o su cabello caía en su frente, su piel, rayos, rayos...

— ¡Vamos, amigo. Te estoy pateando el trasero! – Pude ver cómo mi personaje terminaba por ser vencido, me quedé callado, sólo escuchando su risa, lo cuál lo confundió, se giró a mirarme. – Mark... ¿Estás bien?

Y no pude aguantar más.

Me acerqué para besarlo suave, me dio miedo que no me correspondiera, pero de inmediato comenzó a besarme de regreso.

Fue un caos de besos, mis manos vagaban con torpeza por sus cabellos.

— Cielos, Mark...

— ¿No te gusta?...

— Me encanta, amigo...

Terminamos besándonos como locos. Había muchas preguntas en mí, ¿Entonces Theo era gay? ¿Siempre sintió algo por Mark? ¿Está era la relación que tenían? ¿Qué estaba pasando aquí?

Pero entre más besos me daba, menos me importaba. En cuestión de simples segundos otra vez estábamos besándonos con intensidad y pasión. Tenía todo lo que quería, el cuerpo que me merecía, al chico de mis sueños... Al fin todo estaba en su lugar.

Theo se subió sobre mí, aun besándome, incluso de forma tierna.

— ¿Quieres que te atienda bien, grandote?

Susurró en un tono que jamás pensé escucharlo hablar. Acarició mi pecho y después mis abdominales.

— Theo...Murmuré.

— Shh...

De inmediato me acallo. Y cielos...

Si que sabía usar su boca, mis ojos rodaron a blanco de sólo sentir cómo una y otra vez actuaba con avidez. Estuve perdido en la sensación hasta que pude sentir cómo mi nuevo teléfono vibraba como loco, preferí ignorarlo, pero no paraba de tener notificaciones.

De mala gana levante el teléfono, sólo para ver notificaciones de mi antiguo número. Al parecer mi hermano ya había despertado, había un sin fin de mensajes:

"¿¡Qué fue lo que hiciste, enano!? ¿¡En dónde estás!?"

Y más mensajes de él, completamente histérico, aunque hubo uno en particular que hizo que trazara una sonrisa amplia en mi rostro:

"¿¡Estás con Theo!? ¡Aléjate de mi mejor amigo!"

De inmediato active la cámara para enviarle unas fotos. Lo cuál lo enfureció más.

Estaba por soltar la carcajada cuando escuché cómo el teléfono de Theo empezó a sonar.

— Mfh... Espera un momento – se reincorporo y tomó su teléfono para revisar quien llamaba – Qué raro, tu hermano me está llamando.

— No le contestes – traté de sonar natural.

Pero Theo pareció ignorarme, le contestó y no sólo eso, lo puso en altavoz.

— ¿Bueno?

Hubo un silencio, hasta que Mark terminó por explotar con mi voz chillona.

— ¡Theo, soy Mark! ¡El idiota de mi hermano hizo algo y ahora estoy en su cuerpo! ¡Ese imbécil está usando mi cuerpo, tienes que hacer algo!

Theo me miró de manera extraña, con el ceño fruncido, ni siquiera pude mantenerle la mirada.

— ¡¿No escuchaste, Theo?! ¡Ese que está contigo no soy yo! ¡Tienes que hacer algo!

Supongo que la suerte había durado sólo unos segundos, ahora Theo me rechazaría o incluso me odiaría.

— Lo sé, Mark – Levanté rápido la mirada, pude ver al chico de mis sueños con un perfil frío, pero no para mí exactamente – Y me gusta que sea así.

Mi antigua voz sonó histérica y molesta por el altavoz hasta que Theo cortó la llamada.

— ¿Entonces... Lo sabes?

— Sí, lo sé.

— ¿Fui muy obvio?...

— Un poco, pero en realidad no fue por eso.

Sin previo aviso volvió a besarme.

— Pero Theo...

— ¿Quién crees que te envío el correo?

Soltó una risa para besarme con intensidad, tuve que contenerme para no besarlo por horas o poner mis manos en su cuerpo.

— ¿Por qué?

— Porque te he visto, amigo – sonrió, entonces me di cuenta que siempre ocupo el apodo con el que solía llamarme – Sé como me miras, sé lo mucho que te gustó. Y aunque sentía algo similar, no podía corresponderte, te veía como mi hermano pequeño, se sentía... mal. Sin embargo, el cuerpo de tu hermano, sin duda podía meterme con él una infinidad de veces.

Acarició mis abdominales suave.

— ¿Entonces te gusta que sea Mark?

— Me encanta. La pinta de deportista tonto te sienta bien.

Tomó mis pectorales para sopesarlos, después sin aviso se lanzó contra mis axilas para lamer y oler como un loco.

Al cabo de semanas, termine adaptándome a la vida de mi hermano a la perfección. Seguí practicando sus deportes, mejore sus calificaciones, me llevaba bien con sus amigos... El único cambio fue cuando "él" se declaró abiertamente gay, mis padres tuvieron que aceptarlo y mi hermano menor... Bueno, no tiene más opción que ver cómo meto a mi lindo novio, anteriormente mejor amigo, a mi habitación toda las noches.

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

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

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

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Brother's Issues

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Brother's Issues (English Version)

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

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

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

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

And I was fed up.

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

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

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

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

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

I had reached my limit.

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

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

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

— What are you doing here, buddy?

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

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

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

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

— Is he making you do his laundry again?

I swallowed hard right then and there.

— Uh, yeah, yeah.

— Let me help you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theo let out a friendly laugh, nodding.

— Sure, dude.

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

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

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

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

— Sometimes you're too hard on him.

— With who? – I said a bit confused.

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

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

— He's such a loser.

— I like him, he's really nice.

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

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

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

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

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

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

— Jesus, Mark...

— Don't you love it?

— I love it, man...

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

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

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

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

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

— Theo...

I murmured.

— Shh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Hello?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— So... You know?

— Yes, I do.

— Was I too obvious?

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

Without warning he kissed me again.

— But Theo...

— Who do you think sent you the mail?

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

— Why?

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

He caressed my smooth abs.

— So you like that I'm Mark?

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

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

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

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This will be my new account, I hope you like the stories that are coming soon. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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Blessing you all this Christmas with this transformative holy water excreted out from my body which will shed all your nerdiness and all those lame quality in yours and replace it with something much more fitting for you to hang around and join me in this quest for worshipping our own muscle and glory. Stay blessed, brother

Rivals Inside [ Parte Dos ]

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Rivals Inside: Parte Dos (Versión Español)

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

Pero no soy feliz.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Sí...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Sí – no dude en responder.

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

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

— Tienes razón – sonreí reconfortado – gracias

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Carajo...

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

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

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

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

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

— Oh no, te estoy invitando. ¿Quieres?

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

— Claro. ¿Puedo pedir más de una?

— Seguro, guapo.

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

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

Incluso se veía en sus ojos ese rastro de poder.

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

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

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

— ¿Qué?

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

Sonrió, acariciando mi viejo abdomen.

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

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

Sonreí.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continuará.

———

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

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

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

———

Rivals Inside

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

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

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

Rivals Inside (Versión Español)

Mi nombre es Max. Me considero un deportista nato, siempre he destacado en cualquier disciplina física como el fútbol, el baloncesto o el boxeo.

Me considero alguien agradable y extrovertido, tal vez muy fuera del estereotipo del deportista engreído. Yo siempre trato bien a todos sin distinción, a menos que se trate de Samuel...

Samuel es un compañero de mi escuela, el chico "fashionista" del campus. Antes éramos mejores amigos, por mucho tiempo lo fuimos... Al menos hasta la preparatoria cuando él creyó que yo era muy poco "genial" para su vibra de estilo y necesitaba más amigos acorde a ella.

Sin duda me destrozó. Pero a partir de ese momento, una enemistad entre ambos surgió, en cualquier disciplina en la que ambos concursaramos, siempre teníamos un sólo objetivo: vencer al otro.

No importaban los demás, lo único importante era hacer que Samuel mordiera el polvo. Era divertido por un rato, hasta que recordaba lo mucho que extrañaba su amistad...

Hoy habría un concierto, además de ser uno de los mejores deportistas de mi universidad, también amaba la música electrónica. Había ahorrado cada centavo que tenía para comprar un boleto, y finalmente sería hoy.

Había escogido usar un croptop con un pantalón rojo ajustado y unos lentes oscuros, me gustaba cómo se me veían mis brazos.

Está mañana hubiera sido genial sin duda, si Samuel no la hubiera arruinado. Ahí estaba con un traje de vaquero "a la moda", pavoneandose. ¿Por qué estaba aquí? ¡Ni siquiera le gustaba la música electrónica! Trate de no ponerle atención, hasta que él me notó.

— Wow, ¿los gorilas sin cerebro también escuchan música?

— ¿Qué quieres, Samuel?

— Nada, sólo me es divertido ver tu cara molesta – dijo con un aire cargado de simple maldad. Rodé los ojos, apretando los puños.

En serio extrañaba a mi amigo, antes que se convirtiera en... esto.

— Hasta luego, Samuel. Disfruta el concierto.

Murmuré entre dientes para alejarme.

El resto del festival estuvo bien, apenas estaba iniciando pero al menos no me tope a Samuel en todo el día. Sólo un par de chicos actuando de forma extraña... mirando sus cuerpos cómo por primera vez, pero nada más que eso. Al caer la noche, simplemente fue genial, los escenarios se iluminaron, la música retumbaba, me sentía genial bailando al ritmo y sólo sintiendo el ambiente.

Hasta que empecé a sentir cierto mareo extraño... Traté de no darle importancia, pero entonces sentí una fuerte punzada en la cabeza. Todo a mi alrededor parecía desvanecerse lentamente, en un profundo negro, las voces y la música se escuchaban lejos hasta perderse.

Estaba por entrar en pánico al notar el negro y el silencio total, hasta que de golpe, fue como si me lanzarán de golpe contra la luz.

Inhale con todas mis fuerzas, voltee a mi alrededor, confundido y casi temblando.

— Cielos, Sam. ¿Estás bien?

Una chica de cabello rubio y coletas me preguntó asustada. Sabía quien era, su nombre era Astrid, una de las mejores amigas de Sam, la observé confundido.

— ¿Sam?...

Murmuré.

Fue entonces que noté mi voz, ya no era mi voz grave, sino un tono más dulce. Bajé la mirada, encontrándome con una complexión muy distinta a la mía, tenía músculos, sólo que muy esbeltos, de estética, no de fuerza; mi ropa era distinta, ahora traía un traje negro, sin mangas y con un paleacate, sentía algo amarrado a mi brazo y un sombrero en la cabeza... Justo cómo estaba Samuel.

Mi corazón latía rápido.

— Sí, Sam. Tú, ¿te sientes bien?

— S-sí. Todo bien, no pasa nada.

— Okey, raro... Iré por unas bebidas, ¿Quieres algo?

— No, estoy bien, gracias...

Sólo me dio una mirada extraña para darse la vuelta y desaparecer en la multitud. Comencé a explorar mi nuevo cuerpo por encima de la ropa, sintiendo mis nuevos pectorales, mis brazos... Cielos, ¿ese era mi nuevo aroma?

No me mal interpretes, Samuel tiene un cuerpo atractivo, pero no era mi cuerpo. Así que me sentía poco familiarizado a el.

Nuestras alturas eran distintas, pesos, complexiones, hasta el tono de piel. Todo era distinto, me sentía pequeño. Era como volver a aprender a caminar.

Estaba a punto de explorar mi nuevo cuerpo, pero pensé que sería demasiado extraño empezar a tocarme enfrente de todos; así que decidí ir a un baño portátil para ello.

Observé mi nuevo reflejo por un buen rato, aun estupefacto. Sentí sus pómulos, la textura de su piel, era muy suave... supongo que por todos los productos dermatlógicos que él usaba, sus mechones rubios cayendo sobre mi frente... Cielos.

Debo de admitir que su cuerpo es lindo, me gusta cómo se ve la ropa en mi nuevo yo. Flexione mis brazos, haciendo saltar el decente bíceps que ahora tenía. Levanté un poco mi axila, oliendome.

El aroma de Samuel era muy distinto al mío, olía más a su colonia qué a su hedor, no me desagradaba, sólo... era distinto a lo fuerte que era mi aroma.

Sonreí ligeramente. Podía ser que Samuel fuera el tipo que más odiaba en la faz de la tierra, pero podía disfrutar esto. Saqué mi teléfono, tomando una foto con la cara tonta.

Después salí del baño para empezar a avanzar entre la gente, esto tampoco arruinaría que disfrutará del concierto.

Volví a empezar a bailar, sólo escuchando la música y sintiendo el ritmo por mis venas.

Aunque me sentía pequeño, sin duda empezaba a notar que estar en el cuerpo de Sam comenzaba a atraer la atención de ciertas personas... o para especificarlo mejor: hombres. Algunos chicos comenzaron a acercarse y tratar de coquetearme, me gustaba la sensación de atención que estaba recibiendo en este cuerpo.

En mi antiguo yo, también recibía coqueteos, pero a veces se esperaba que yo diera siempre el primer paso, aquí en cambio... me sentía... cómo una especie de artículo en un escaparate, viendo como todos deseaban tenerme.

Flexione casualmente mis brazos, aún bailando. Empecé a pensar que sería buen momento de regresar con Astrid porque seguro estaría preocupada, cuándo lo vi:

Un chico estaba bailando al centro de la pista, flexionaba sus músculos, hinchando sus bíceps y sacando su amplio pecho, de vez en cuando sacaba la lengua en expresión tonta y sonreía. Juraba que lo vi soltar un poco de saliva mientras se flexionaba y olía sus axilas para lamerlas. ¡Carajo, ese era mi cuerpo!

Avance furioso entre la multitud, tenía al menos a unos quince chicos reunidos alrededor de él, en círculo, mirándolo cómo tontos.

De inmediato lo empuje desde el pecho, lo que lo asustó en un inicio pero en cuanto me vio, sonrió egocéntrico.

— Hola, Sam. ¿Cómo estás? – murmuró con superioridad.

Rayos... incluso tenía que voltear hacía arriba para encontrar su mirada.

— ¿Qué carajo crees que haces, Sam?

— Nah, no te confundas, bro. Yo soy Max, tú eres Sam – todo esté caos terminó por disipar al público que estaba teniendo mi viejo cuerpo, así que sólo quedamos los dos. Sam se cruzó de brazos, hinchando los mismos y sacando más el pecho – Y sólo estoy disfrutando de mí mismo, ya sabes... Disfrutando de ser un deportista apestoso sin cerebro.

Volvió a flexionar sus brazos, sonriente. Hizo una mueca boba, rodó sus ojos en blanco y dejó caer un poco de saliva antes de soltar una risa burlona.

— ¡Deja de actuar así, es mi cuerpo! – gruñí molesto.

Debió de ser totalmente ridículo ver el cuerpo de Sam actuar así.

— Y con más razón voy a actuar así.

Volví a empujarlo, aunque fue cómo golpear a una pared de concreto.

— ¡¿Qué te pasa?!

— ¡Nada! ¡Pero ve estos músculos! – volvió a flexionarse con fuerza, aunque después, metió uno de sus dedos a su axila para llenarlo de sudor y pasarlo por mi nariz – Así es cómo olemos los deportistas tontos como yo, ¿no?

Se burló. Lo que hizo que me irritara más y más.

— Sí vuelves a hacer algo, yo...

— ¿Tú qué? – murmuró seco – ¿Qué vas a hacer? ¿Vas a golpearme? ¿Vas a darme un tratamiento de skin care? No me hagas reír, Sam.

Me tenía acorralado contra la pared, por mucho que me molestara admitirlo, tenía razón. Ya no tenía mis músculos, ahora sólo era una cara bonita...

— Jódete... – murmuré.

— No, tú jódete – respondió de regreso, él acortó la distancia. Se veía imponente, molesto... pensé que estaba a punto de lanzarme un golpe, pero lo que hizo fue besarme.

Abrí los ojos con asombro y cierta parte de temor, sólo sentí como mis antiguos labios se cruzaban una y otra vez con los nuevos, dude. Pero finalmente cerré los ojos para corresponder su beso, pegándome a él con suavidad.

— No sabes hace cuanto deseaba hacer eso... – mi viejo cuerpo murmuró para volver a besarme.

Rayos. ¿Qué estaba pasando?

Continuará.

———

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

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

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

———

Rivals Inside

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

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

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

Rivals Inside (Versión Español)

Mi nombre es Max. Me considero un deportista nato, siempre he destacado en cualquier disciplina física como el fútbol, el baloncesto o el boxeo.

Me considero alguien agradable y extrovertido, tal vez muy fuera del estereotipo del deportista engreído. Yo siempre trato bien a todos sin distinción, a menos que se trate de Samuel...

Samuel es un compañero de mi escuela, el chico "fashionista" del campus. Antes éramos mejores amigos, por mucho tiempo lo fuimos... Al menos hasta la preparatoria cuando él creyó que yo era muy poco "genial" para su vibra de estilo y necesitaba más amigos acorde a ella.

Sin duda me destrozó. Pero a partir de ese momento, una enemistad entre ambos surgió, en cualquier disciplina en la que ambos concursaramos, siempre teníamos un sólo objetivo: vencer al otro.

No importaban los demás, lo único importante era hacer que Samuel mordiera el polvo. Era divertido por un rato, hasta que recordaba lo mucho que extrañaba su amistad...

Hoy habría un concierto, además de ser uno de los mejores deportistas de mi universidad, también amaba la música electrónica. Había ahorrado cada centavo que tenía para comprar un boleto, y finalmente sería hoy.

Había escogido usar un croptop con un pantalón rojo ajustado y unos lentes oscuros, me gustaba cómo se me veían mis brazos.

Está mañana hubiera sido genial sin duda, si Samuel no la hubiera arruinado. Ahí estaba con un traje de vaquero "a la moda", pavoneandose. ¿Por qué estaba aquí? ¡Ni siquiera le gustaba la música electrónica! Trate de no ponerle atención, hasta que él me notó.

— Wow, ¿los gorilas sin cerebro también escuchan música?

— ¿Qué quieres, Samuel?

— Nada, sólo me es divertido ver tu cara molesta – dijo con un aire cargado de simple maldad. Rodé los ojos, apretando los puños.

En serio extrañaba a mi amigo, antes que se convirtiera en... esto.

— Hasta luego, Samuel. Disfruta el concierto.

Murmuré entre dientes para alejarme.

El resto del festival estuvo bien, apenas estaba iniciando pero al menos no me tope a Samuel en todo el día. Sólo un par de chicos actuando de forma extraña... mirando sus cuerpos cómo por primera vez, pero nada más que eso. Al caer la noche, simplemente fue genial, los escenarios se iluminaron, la música retumbaba, me sentía genial bailando al ritmo y sólo sintiendo el ambiente.

Hasta que empecé a sentir cierto mareo extraño... Traté de no darle importancia, pero entonces sentí una fuerte punzada en la cabeza. Todo a mi alrededor parecía desvanecerse lentamente, en un profundo negro, las voces y la música se escuchaban lejos hasta perderse.

Estaba por entrar en pánico al notar el negro y el silencio total, hasta que de golpe, fue como si me lanzarán de golpe contra la luz.

Inhale con todas mis fuerzas, voltee a mi alrededor, confundido y casi temblando.

— Cielos, Sam. ¿Estás bien?

Una chica de cabello rubio y coletas me preguntó asustada. Sabía quien era, su nombre era Astrid, una de las mejores amigas de Sam, la observé confundido.

— ¿Sam?...

Murmuré.

Fue entonces que noté mi voz, ya no era mi voz grave, sino un tono más dulce. Bajé la mirada, encontrándome con una complexión muy distinta a la mía, tenía músculos, sólo que muy esbeltos, de estética, no de fuerza; mi ropa era distinta, ahora traía un traje negro, sin mangas y con un paleacate, sentía algo amarrado a mi brazo y un sombrero en la cabeza... Justo cómo estaba Samuel.

Mi corazón latía rápido.

— Sí, Sam. Tú, ¿te sientes bien?

— S-sí. Todo bien, no pasa nada.

— Okey, raro... Iré por unas bebidas, ¿Quieres algo?

— No, estoy bien, gracias...

Sólo me dio una mirada extraña para darse la vuelta y desaparecer en la multitud. Comencé a explorar mi nuevo cuerpo por encima de la ropa, sintiendo mis nuevos pectorales, mis brazos... Cielos, ¿ese era mi nuevo aroma?

No me mal interpretes, Samuel tiene un cuerpo atractivo, pero no era mi cuerpo. Así que me sentía poco familiarizado a el.

Nuestras alturas eran distintas, pesos, complexiones, hasta el tono de piel. Todo era distinto, me sentía pequeño. Era como volver a aprender a caminar.

Estaba a punto de explorar mi nuevo cuerpo, pero pensé que sería demasiado extraño empezar a tocarme enfrente de todos; así que decidí ir a un baño portátil para ello.

Observé mi nuevo reflejo por un buen rato, aun estupefacto. Sentí sus pómulos, la textura de su piel, era muy suave... supongo que por todos los productos dermatlógicos que él usaba, sus mechones rubios cayendo sobre mi frente... Cielos.

Debo de admitir que su cuerpo es lindo, me gusta cómo se ve la ropa en mi nuevo yo. Flexione mis brazos, haciendo saltar el decente bíceps que ahora tenía. Levanté un poco mi axila, oliendome.

El aroma de Samuel era muy distinto al mío, olía más a su colonia qué a su hedor, no me desagradaba, sólo... era distinto a lo fuerte que era mi aroma.

Sonreí ligeramente. Podía ser que Samuel fuera el tipo que más odiaba en la faz de la tierra, pero podía disfrutar esto. Saqué mi teléfono, tomando una foto con la cara tonta.

Después salí del baño para empezar a avanzar entre la gente, esto tampoco arruinaría que disfrutará del concierto.

Volví a empezar a bailar, sólo escuchando la música y sintiendo el ritmo por mis venas.

Aunque me sentía pequeño, sin duda empezaba a notar que estar en el cuerpo de Sam comenzaba a atraer la atención de ciertas personas... o para especificarlo mejor: hombres. Algunos chicos comenzaron a acercarse y tratar de coquetearme, me gustaba la sensación de atención que estaba recibiendo en este cuerpo.

En mi antiguo yo, también recibía coqueteos, pero a veces se esperaba que yo diera siempre el primer paso, aquí en cambio... me sentía... cómo una especie de artículo en un escaparate, viendo como todos deseaban tenerme.

Flexione casualmente mis brazos, aún bailando. Empecé a pensar que sería buen momento de regresar con Astrid porque seguro estaría preocupada, cuándo lo vi:

Un chico estaba bailando al centro de la pista, flexionaba sus músculos, hinchando sus bíceps y sacando su amplio pecho, de vez en cuando sacaba la lengua en expresión tonta y sonreía. Juraba que lo vi soltar un poco de saliva mientras se flexionaba y olía sus axilas para lamerlas. ¡Carajo, ese era mi cuerpo!

Avance furioso entre la multitud, tenía al menos a unos quince chicos reunidos alrededor de él, en círculo, mirándolo cómo tontos.

De inmediato lo empuje desde el pecho, lo que lo asustó en un inicio pero en cuanto me vio, sonrió egocéntrico.

— Hola, Sam. ¿Cómo estás? – murmuró con superioridad.

Rayos... incluso tenía que voltear hacía arriba para encontrar su mirada.

— ¿Qué carajo crees que haces, Sam?

— Nah, no te confundas, bro. Yo soy Max, tú eres Sam – todo esté caos terminó por disipar al público que estaba teniendo mi viejo cuerpo, así que sólo quedamos los dos. Sam se cruzó de brazos, hinchando los mismos y sacando más el pecho – Y sólo estoy disfrutando de mí mismo, ya sabes... Disfrutando de ser un deportista apestoso sin cerebro.

Volvió a flexionar sus brazos, sonriente. Hizo una mueca boba, rodó sus ojos en blanco y dejó caer un poco de saliva antes de soltar una risa burlona.

— ¡Deja de actuar así, es mi cuerpo! – gruñí molesto.

Debió de ser totalmente ridículo ver el cuerpo de Sam actuar así.

— Y con más razón voy a actuar así.

Volví a empujarlo, aunque fue cómo golpear a una pared de concreto.

— ¡¿Qué te pasa?!

— ¡Nada! ¡Pero ve estos músculos! – volvió a flexionarse con fuerza, aunque después, metió uno de sus dedos a su axila para llenarlo de sudor y pasarlo por mi nariz – Así es cómo olemos los deportistas tontos como yo, ¿no?

Se burló. Lo que hizo que me irritara más y más.

— Sí vuelves a hacer algo, yo...

— ¿Tú qué? – murmuró seco – ¿Qué vas a hacer? ¿Vas a golpearme? ¿Vas a darme un tratamiento de skin care? No me hagas reír, Sam.

Me tenía acorralado contra la pared, por mucho que me molestara admitirlo, tenía razón. Ya no tenía mis músculos, ahora sólo era una cara bonita...

— Jódete... – murmuré.

— No, tú jódete – respondió de regreso, él acortó la distancia. Se veía imponente, molesto... pensé que estaba a punto de lanzarme un golpe, pero lo que hizo fue besarme.

Abrí los ojos con asombro y cierta parte de temor, sólo sentí como mis antiguos labios se cruzaban una y otra vez con los nuevos, dude. Pero finalmente cerré los ojos para corresponder su beso, pegándome a él con suavidad.

— No sabes hace cuanto deseaba hacer eso... – mi viejo cuerpo murmuró para volver a besarme.

Rayos. ¿Qué estaba pasando?

Continuará.

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

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My brother's friend Billy

This is my brother's friend Billy. They have been friends since I can remember. And ever since I knew him, I was obsessed with him. I looked up to him, but I was always blown away how beautiful he was. It didn't matter that he and my brother bullied me. Whenever he touched me, I was in heaven.

Especially amazing was the moment I found out, how to shapeshift into other people. All I needed was one piece of clothing worn by that person and I would become them. At first it happened to me when I used my brother's shirt instead of mine accidentally. I immediately shifted into his exact copy. I was shocked, but curious to explore more. But someone was coming close to my room, so I quickly threw away his shirt, put on mine and waited for the changes to shift back.

And that's when my quest to get Billy's clothing started. But it was really hard to get clothes from someone who didn't live at our house.

One day our parents decided to visit grandparents for a weekend and leave us alone at the house. My brother obviously invited Billy and some girls. They invited me to join them too. I mostly spoke to the girls and from time to time checked if Billy did take of some piece of clothing.

They got drunk pretty soon and moved to my brother's bedroom. I waited outside the door for the moans to stop. After some time I decided to enter. It was dark and they were all sleeping already. God knows what they did together...

I checked for some underwear, shirt or something else that would be Billy's. Finally I found a sock. I grabbed it and carefully left the room.

I entered my room and locked the door, stripping myself, leaving only my underwear on. I sniffed the sock. It was dirty and slightly wet. This sock was on his beautiful foot! I was about to become my dreamy guy. The one I desired the most.

I took my dick in one hand and started jerking off. With my second hand, I clumsily tried to get it on. After a few unsuccesful attempts I managed to do it.

I felt the changes. I felt as my hair elonged into his. My face changing structure. My body enlarging, but my abs protruding. My legs became hairier.

My feet were finally his. I put his leg to my nose. What others would describe as a cheesy disgusting smell, I couldn't get enough of. It was so strong, manly and Billy! I look exactly like Billy!

As my hands explored my beautiful feet, my forearms brushed over the hairy legs. I continued to feel my big, full lips, my pointy nose. My hairy pits that I inhaled for a long time and licked even longer. I also tried to lick, make out and suck Billy's hot biceps, trying to do a hickey on it. Then my left hand gave more attention to the forming tent. I threw away the underwear binding me from the proper enjoyment.

I was now completely naked. Billy was naked in my bed! Or atleast his body. I started humping my bed and touching myself in the process. I felt so strong and horny.

I grabbed my phone to take some photos. I need to document this!

I did many shots of his body from above, close shots of his feet, his pits, his gorgeous dick, his ass.

I did shots that would be amazing for me to jerk off to in case I would have to give back his clothes

I loved his veiny arms. His nipples. His lean and tight body.

I felt more and more like Billy. I wanted to be with his body all the time. To smell his scent. To have him for myself.

When I took last photo of Billy's body on my bed, covered in a towel, there was a knock on the door.

I looked at the phone. It was morning already! "FUCK"

I took off Billy's sock and put on my own clothes, putting his sock in my pocket.

I opened the door.

"Hey, perv. Did you take Billy's sock? He can't find it anywhere, so I need to check if you did not jerk into it?"

"Fuck off. Of course I didn't take it. Didn't he leave it in the living room? You guys partied there pretty hard. Maybe he threw it somewhere"

They all went to look in the living room, which gave me chance to put his sock under my brother's pilllow.

They did not give up the search and eventualy found it, which made me a bit sad, because now I didn't have any clothing that would turn me to Billy.

I became obsessed with the photos I took when I was shifted into him. I jerked off to those photos every day like 5 times.

But something changed in me. When Billy came over, he played videogames with my brother or talk about girls. As I observed him move, laugh, fart and talk about fucking pussy, I felt disgusted. That's not the way he should be treating that body. I treated it better. He doesn't deserve it!

I realised I was not obsessed with Billy. I was obsessed with his body. Therefore I made a plan to make his body mine. I shapshifted into my brother, lured Billy into our house and took care of it.

Yeah, maybe there would be a less messy way to do that. Maybe I should have seen a therapist before all of this. Maybe leaving traces of my blood in my room and leaving my brothers fingerprints on the knife were a bit too much. But what was I suppose to do? My old body would be missing and I had to pin it on someone. And who better then the guy who spent the most time with Billy? He would definitely find out that I'm not the original Billy.

You can call me cold or heartless. But watching from my car as the police dragged away my ex-brother for possible murder of my old body was satisfying. I am now completely Billy and there is no one stopping me.

There is only one thing left. What should I do with Billy's dead body in my trunk?

The great shift: son to dad

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

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𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗱: (English version)

My name is David. And I hate my life…

High school is a misery. Abuse from bullies, infuriating subjects and the list could go on. I was fed up. I wasn't happy, and I wanted my life to change.

Besides having my father, he certainly wasn't much help. My father was masculine, successful, womanizing and handsome. I had had so many wet dreams about him even though I didn't want to admit it out loud, but he certainly sucked at trying to connect with me. Every complaint about being bullied was only accompanied by, “You need to learn to stand up for yourself, you're already a man.” And other things like, “If I were you.” It was infuriating.

He was popular in high school, the best at sports, adored by the girls and every boy's friend. I'm just a puny, video game-addicted geek that jocks love to occupy as their punching bag.

And that day had gotten off to a bad start.

— So you won't give me your money? - Aaron, the dumbest jock in the whole high school, was about to sink my head in the toilet.

— I told you I don't have any! Get off me!

I tried to move in vain. I could smell the aroma, causing me nothing but nausea. I closed my eyes tightly, expecting at any moment to crash into the water.

However, I heard a crash. Some kind of energy ran through me from head to toe, leaving me in darkness for a few seconds. Before returning to reality.

I opened my eyes in fright, finding myself in a completely different environment from where I was just seconds before. I was now in a strangely familiar office. Wait, is this my dad's office?

I looked down to find something even more different than the environment, my legs were on a table. But I was no longer wearing my old clothes, now I was wearing a formal suit, polished dress shoes.

I looked exactly how my dad had dressed today. I stood up quickly. At least I had grown about 18 inches taller, everything looked lower. I felt heavy and… strangely powerful. I began to feel my new body. And I was more than delighted: his thick muscles, his hairy pecs, his huge biceps. The smell of his cologne… it was all mine, that body I had fantasized about so many times was finally mine. God… how good the tight pants felt. Everything was showing. I dared to massage the contour above the pants, letting out a deep moan.

What had happened was called “The Great Shift,” a phenomenon around the world that caused body changes here and there.

Obese people ended up in the bodies of bodybuilders, unemployed people in movie stars, adult film stars in Catholic people, young people in adult bodies and the list could go on.

Clearly some more benefited than others. And I can say with absolute certainty that I hit a jackpot.

Just look at these biceps! I could spend hours and hours smelling my new musk, I love it when it meets my cologne… I smell like an alpha male.

Or just look at this big, fat chest. God, my pecs are huge now!

There's nothing left of the skinny geek I used to be. I still love video games and play them whenever I can, although I've moved on to other priorities.

And if you're wondering about my father. I have to tell you that he is now my son, who knew he would end up in my old body? Now he has to deal with adolescence again and having that pathetic body, which by the way… seems to influence him too much.

He doesn't know it, but I've found him sniffing my boxers on the sly or my sweaty clothes. Or I've even seen him watching gay stuff, apparently he now acts on the instincts of my old body. But this body?

Nah, the days of womanizing are in the past. Now I enjoy something much better: absolute control of men. I love to see how they kneel before me, surrendered, waiting for my approval. The way they sigh when I let them get close, when they inhale my scent and gaze adoringly at me. Hearing how my mere presence makes them obedient, how their voices tremble as they call me 'daddy', ready for anything. Because now, I make the rules.

My father's closet changed in its entirety. Gone were those boring suits, now he always tried to make shirts fit me as tight as possible, with leather gloves and tight dress pants. Or even suspenders, see how well they highlight my pecs, perfect for my full chest to show off.

I love my new body, hairy, strong, powerful, with a strong scent, its big muscles… Everything was big.

Arms that were marked with every flex and a pair of huge pectorals… I did get my lottery ticket when I ended up in my father's body.

And you know what the best part is? The fate of my bully Aaron. Poor, dumb, hapless Aaron….

My dad had an assistant named Justin. He was a skinny guy, blond, very cute if I'm being honest, and best of all… he was gay. And that's exactly where Aaron ended up. At first he thought about quitting, but after The Great Shift, the work environment became more than chaotic. So he had no choice but to stay.

At first the relationship remained very professional. Until I guess the same thing happened to him that happened to my father, I could see him staring at my arms or my pecs, how he seemed to always be watching me or hovering to get my attention. The great Aaron had been reduced to a guy begging for his boss's attention.

So one day I took pity on him.

— Aaron.

— Yes?

— I think it's time to talk about the way you see me, it's not appropriate.

— What the hell are you saying? - and there was a vestige of his old personality, but I would take care of burying it.

— Careful with your words, I remind you that I am no longer David. And you are not Aaron. I'm your boss now, and you're my assistant.

— Fuck you, Davi! - and before he could finish the word. I slapped him in the face.

— I told you I'm not David anymore. Now get down on the floor.

He stood still for a few seconds, until his instincts finally gave way, dropping to his knees on the floor.

— That's it. That's the way I like it - I muttered to take a seat in one of the armchairs in my office, with a smug smile - Now… I think my shoes are dirty, would you mind running your tongue over them to clean them?

He froze, his face was red. I didn't know whether from anger or embarrassment.

— I said I want you to clean my shoes.

Without holding back any longer, he approached them to start licking them, at first with disgust, until he seemed to become eager to lick. At that moment I pushed my foot away, which caused him to moan.

— What is your name? - I muttered, sternly.

— M-my name is Aaron…

— No. Your name is Justin.

— B-but that's not my name.

— Say it.

I looked at him with superiority. I could feel his morals, and the vestiges of his past life, finally going down the drain.

— M-my name is Ju-Justin.

— That's right, Justin. And now you must obey your boss. Lame.

And from then on there was no vestige of the straight jock Aaron used to be, now there was only Justin, a gay assistant who used to please his boss in his spare time.

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Possession: Revenge

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𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 (English version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– It must be a bad joke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bingo.

To be continued on...

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The biting chill of a New York February night clung to the narrow alleyway, a claustrophobic canyon carved between towering brick buildings. Sergio, all sculpted muscle and tanned Mexican white, leaned against a graffiti-scarred wall, exhaustion etched into the usually vibrant lines around his eyes.

His shift at "The Grind," a dimly lit bar catering to the city's nocturnal creatures, had just ended, and all he craved is sleep. He pinched the bridge of his nose, the scent of stale beer and cheap cologne clinging to his clothes. The thought of crashing to his bed seemed very inviting but he's just too exhausted, he needed a few more cigarette before heading to his apartment for a much-needed sleep. A follower of his already booked his 9 AM and he needs to be in his prime to deliver. The duality is tiring, a dominant macho alpha on Onlyfans with up to 35k subscriber during the day and your run-of-the-mill bartender at night battling through the odd workhour, but it paid the bills, and more importantly, fueled his ambition.

But, his reflective moment with the cigarette buds in the alleyway suddenly disrupted. A ripple of movement in the inky blackness at the alley’s dead end caught his eye. It's not an animal, not a rat or stray cat. This is different. A viscous darkness, like spilled ink given sentience, slithered from the shadows, coalescing and solidifying as it moved. It shimmered with an oily, metallic sheen, catching the weak light and refracting it into unsettling rainbow hues. Sergio freezes in his spot, his fatigue instantly replaced by a primal unease that tightened his gut. He's born and raised in the city, accustomed to its strange occurrences, but this… this is unnatural.

The black liquid pulsed, a slow, rhythmic beat like a dark heart. It flowed towards him, not aggressively, but with a relentless, silent purpose. Sergio tried to move, to back away, but his limbs felt sluggish, his feet rooted to the grimy concrete. He could only watch, paralyzed by a dread that seeped into his bones.

Closer now, the liquid climbed the wall beside him, defying gravity with its eerie viscosity. It reached out, a tendril of black, shimmering metal reaching for his bare arm, exposed by his rolled-up sleeves. He finally found his voice, a choked whisper, "What… what the fuck?"

As if in answer, the liquid surged, enveloping his arm in a cold embrace. It's not painful, not in a physical sense, but it feels like a violation. A chilling coldness spread through his veins, not like winter air, but like the void of space. The blackness seeped into his skin, not staining it, but becoming one with it, as if his pores were drinking in the darkness.

Panic flared, a wildfire in his chest. He tried to shake it off, but his arm was numb, heavy, no longer his own. The blackness crawled upwards, snaking across his chest, his shoulder, tendrils reaching towards his neck. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as the liquid reached his face.

It moved like a sentient, chilling yet… strangely sensual. It coated his cheek, his jaw, then his lips. He tried to scream, but his sound swallowed by the encroaching darkness as it seeped into his mouth, filling it with a metallic, faintly sweet, almost intoxicating taste --- it's like swallowing liquid night.

The world dissolved into a swirling vortex of black. His thoughts scattered, his consciousness fraying at the edges. He's aware of another presence within him, cold, alien, yet undeniably powerful. It's not malevolent, not exactly, but utterly indifferent to his being, using him as a vessel, a tool.

Then, there's a chilling clarity. He's still inside his own body but he's locked away within his own mind, watching as his body become a puppet. He watched his muscular hand, still his, yet moved by an unseen force, flex and clench. He felt the alien presence stirring within him, a dark energy coiling around his spine, resonating with his own potent sexuality, amplifying it, twisting it.

From within, he witnessed his reflection in the grimy window of a delivery van parked nearby. His eyes looked different – still his own warm brown, but now overlaid with a subtle, unsettling shimmer, like oil on water. His moustache, usually a carefully sculpted testament to his masculinity, seemed to bristle with a new, predatory energy. He is still Sergio, but… enhanced. Corrupted.

The alien’s purpose became clear, not through words, but through an insistent, internal drive. Spread. Expand. Replicate. And the method, the alien intuitively understood, lay in Sergio's inherent allure, his physical magnetism.

The alleyway faded into the background as Sergio, no longer in control, begin to walk. His gait remained the same, confident and masculine, yet there's a subtle shift, a predatory glide in his step. He's a weapon now, cloaked in human flesh.

His first target presented himself not far away from The Grind. Leaving the alleyway, Sergio found himself near a familiar haunt, "The Village Vanguard," a bar known for its wealthy clientele and discreet back rooms. The alien, using Sergio's smile with ease, calmed down the bouncer as the giant 270 lbs beast simply let the lowly bartender into the club as Sergio is a familiar faces around the neighborhood after all. With the disarming smile, the alien waltzed in to the leftover crowd that still enjoyed themselves to the throbbing jazz beats. The alien sensed that Julian enjoyed his night out with some friends, but well, the target is solely Julian. He's a trust fund baby with a gym-toned physique and a weakness for Latino men. Sergio senses Julian's familiar presence from the moment the alien enhanced his ability to be hyper-aware of his surrounding. And as one od Sergio's frequent patron at the bar, the alien managed to pick up Julian's presence and the alien wanted to ensure that this is the prey that shouldn't go away. Julian’s eyes, already slightly glazed with liquor, widened as Sergio approached.

"Sergio? Hey, man, didn't expect to see you here," Julian slurred, a grin spreading across his handsome face.

The alien pulsed within Sergio, a silent command. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that was both Sergio and something… else. "A bit restless after my shift," Sergio said, his voice deeper, laced with an unnerving confidence. "Fancy a drink somewhere more private?"

Julian, easily swayed by the potent charisma radiating from Sergio, readily agreed. They ended up in Julian’s suite at The Ritz, a lavish expanse of plush carpets and city views. Julian, loosened by alcohol and desire, already splayed himself right beside the king size bed, eager to explore Sergio’s sculpted body. Sergio let him, allowing the initial exploration, the building anticipation.

As Sergio stripped himself naked by the edge of the bed looking down on Julian, the alien stirred again. This isn't just lust; it's cold calculation. As both of them found each others naked body arousing, the air thick with Julian’s heavy breathing and Sergio's feigned arousal, the opportunity arose. Julian, cornered to the bedside by Sergio's imposing form, welcomed the towering Sergio that started to pound his 7 incher Latino cock to Julian's eager mouth. As each inches swallowed by Julian's expert throat, Sergio groaned, partly acting, partly a genuine echo of the pleasure he could still faintly feel.

Sergio pounded Julian's mouth slowly yet surely, but then he quickly picked up his speed as the squelching sound of Julian's eager mouth drives something inhuman within Sergio. Then, when Julian can sense the pre that started leaking and the way Sergio seemed to reach his climax, it happened. As Julian’s mouth swallowed the warm liquid he thought to be Sergio's sticky pre, the black liquid, unseen, began to seep from Sergio’s pores, concentrating at the base of his thick cock. It was a microscopic weeping, an invisible exudate. Julian, lost in the moment, wouldn't notice. He swallowed deeply, and with that swallow, the alien found its entry point.

The transfer is seamless, silent. Julian jerked slightly, a momentary tremor that he likely attributed to heightened sensation. But inside, the metallic black liquid began to spread, entering his bloodstream, his cells, rewriting his very being.

The sex continued, frantic and driven. Sergio, the puppet, moved with a primal intensity that both thrilled and subtly unnerved Julian. But the longer he pounded, Julian is slowly corrupted from inside and yet he couldn't say a thing as his mouth is stuffed full of cum and he has no chance to fight it whatsoever. When it's over, Julian's eyes turned pitch black before returned to normal. Only then, Sergio unleashes his cock from Julian's mouth and let the altered trust-fund brat lay back, flushed and satisfied, a languid smile on his face.

Sergio, or rather, the alien using Sergio, simply watched Julian. No warmth, no reciprocation. A minion is added to his roster

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Over the next few nights, the pattern repeated. At “The Grind,” Sergio moved with a newfound magnetism. He charmed regulars, men who previously barely registered his existence. There's Damien, the dapper advertising executive with a penchant for younger men; Mark, the rugged leather daddy who frequented the bar’s darker corners. Each encounter was carefully orchestrated, each seduction a calculated move in the alien’s silent invasion.

In the dimly lit back room of “The Grind,” with Mark, the air thick with sweat and the smell of leather cleaner, the transfer happened again. Mark, rough and demanding during sex, was too focused on his own pleasure to notice the subtle shift in Sergio, the almost imperceptible weeping of black liquid. He was too caught up in the thrill of the encounter to perceive the cold, alien touch that now permeated his very being.

Damien was an even easier catch. Sergio simply laced the exec's drink of choice with the black liquid he already stored in the jar that soon turned translucent upon contact with the cocktail and watched as Damien lost his humanity by the 5th glass he chugged.

But, the ultimate prize so far has been Charlie. 26 years young and restless, this is the guy that viewed the world simply as his playground.

He recently acquired full control of the media empire his father bestowed to him per the decision taken as his father realized that he's already affected way too negatively by his dementia. So, in a moment of rare clarity, he signed over his control and allowed his only offspring full rein over the 12 billion dollar media enterprises that his father built from scratch back during the Great Depression. Not just wealth, Charlie is an embodiment of physical perfection and Damien as one of the middle management under the same company as Charlie is invited to Charlie's celebration of ascendancy in his fancy penthouse in the Billionaire's Row. The party was a haze of expensive liquor, pulsating music, and bodies glistening under strobe lights. Charlie, drawn to Sergio's raw masculinity, pulled him into a secluded room, the city lights twinkling like fallen stars through the panoramic window.

Again, the seduction, the sex, the silent transfer of the black liquid repeated itself as Damien ensured that the transfer worked well with no one's known the wiser as he guarded the door and practically trapped his own boss inside the sound-proof movie room with Sergio. Charlie tried to resist the invading black sentient at first, but when it reached his brain, he felt… different, but couldn't articulate how. A sense of being connected, of being part of something larger, something… darker, and he loves to please his extraterrestrial Master and let his body used to achieve that higher purpose as he becomes the alien's favorite plaything aside from its own vessel

Sergio, the real Sergio, remained trapped within, a silent observer of his body’s actions. He watched in horror as the men he had seduced, men who had been vibrant individuals, gradually changed. Their personalities shifted, becoming subtly colder, more focused, their desires aligning with the alien’s own relentless drive to spread. They became… conduits. Not fully possessed like Sergio, not yet, but infected, carrying the alien’s seed within them.

NYC, oblivious, continued its frenetic pace. The nights remained heady, musky, lustful, but now laced with a chilling undercurrent. Sergio is still offering his body, his hole, his cock. But the price is no longer just monetary. It's a price paid in stolen humanity, in silent, invisible infection, as the black liquid alien spread its tendrils through the city’s elite, one seductive encounter at a time. The thrill is there, a dark, perverse thrill in the illicit encounters, but underneath it lurked the chilling reality of a creeping, silent invasion, orchestrated under the cloak of lust and desire, in the shadows of the glittering, unsuspecting city.

Alpha to Omega

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

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

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

𝗔𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮: (English version)

This is me:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gasped, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Ugh... — I muttered. 

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

— What?...

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Shit, yeah...

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

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

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

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

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

My old number.

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

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

Whatever. Thanks for the body, bitch.”

And he added a picture as a reminder:

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

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

—  Hi, daddy;)

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

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

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;)

———

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?

———

Training

The way he was running on that track, I knew he was training for something. He doesn’t need to train anymore. The time has come for his harvest. I put a little bit of the serum in his water bottle and waited for him to complete his workout. He drank it all in one go. I saw him become visibly woozy before collapsing into the dugout. It was a perfect place to slide into his skin. It’s amazing to be in such a body. I had no clue he was covered in so many tattoos. He’ll be the perfect addition to my collection.

Anyone Under A Cowboy Hat

Anyone who looks good under a cowboy hat is harvestable as a rule of mine. When I found this sexy man at a western bar, I knew I found my next target. I loved everything about his face from his mustache to his blue eyes. I wanted to call them my own. He didn’t notice me walking up behind him as he approached his pick up truck. He felt like a pile of empty meat. Now he can be worn like a skin suit. I feel so satisfied in the skin. I think I’m gonna wear this cowboy quite often.

Emmanuel

I honestly forgot I had him. When you harvest as much as I do, a few skins are bound to get lost in the shuffle. Now that I’m in his body, I don’t know why I haven’t worn him more. I think I’m gonna put him into my regular rotation.

Husband In A Cowboy

I think my husband likes his new skin. He’s always appreciated cowboys, but never harvested one of his own. Luckily, I keep a steady stream of new skins for him to try on. Of course, I wore this cowboy when I first harvested him, but seeing him worn by another man gets me more excited. I can’t wait to come home to this. He’s even adopted his attitude.

Gray Sweatpants

When I saw him swinging in his gray sweatpants at the gym, I knew it was only a matter of time before I added him to my collection. Now that he has graciously vacated his skin, it’s all mine to wear. I think I look pretty good in his body.

Ghosts Like To Be Subs Too

If you told Julian that ghosts were real, then he’d probably just laugh in your face and call you fucking stupid. Ever since he was a kid, he never believed in ghosts, demons, or anything of the like. Paranormal activities were nothing more than a cheesy fantasy to him. 

His stubborn refusal to suspend his disbelief for even a second set Julian apart from other naysayers. Once Halloween season came around, everyone knew not to invite Julian to any haunted houses unless they wanted an earful of his bitching about how unrealistic everything looked. He was a buzzkill through and through. 

Julian didn’t mind being left out of the spooky festivities though. If anything, it gave him plenty of time to just enjoy himself at home. 

One night, strange things began happening around his apartment as he was just chilling in bed. However, being the stark nonbeliever that he was, Julian simply explained away everything with logic and reason. 

Flickering lights? Probably just needs new light bulbs. Sudden, cold gusts of wind? Most likely just the A/C kicking in. Random creaking and groaning sounds? No doubt just the loud neighbors upstairs.

As the night progressed, the strange occurrences grew more erratic and inexplicable. However, regardless of what happened, Julian remained unfazed. Little did he know, however, it was a ghost behind all paranormal activity in his apartment. A ghost had wandered into his residence, looking for a human vessel to take over. And what better choice for a vessel than a nonbeliever? 

Just as Julian was getting ready for bed, all of the lights in his apartment blew out, leaving him vulnerable in pitch-black darkness. Despite this, he merely groaned in annoyance and used his phone flashlight to finish getting ready.

“Goddamn it… That stupid landlord really needs to get off his ass and fix the wiring in this fucking building…”

Julian finished his nighttime routine and tucked himself into bed. He turned off his phone flashlight, allowing the darkness to swallow him whole, and closed his eyes. As he waited to fall asleep, the ghost decided to make its presence known. 

Ooooo… Ooooooo…

“Great, what now?” Julian grumbled as he sat up in bed. He was face-to-face with the smoggy ghost with pink glowing eyes. For the first time in his life, Julian had been confronted with something his sense of logic couldn’t explain. He was speechless.

“What the fuck…?”

Ooooo… Ooooooooo…!!!

The ghost made its move and charged at Julian while he was too busy trying to comprehend what he was looking at. It slammed into his face, causing Julian to fall back onto his bed with a thud. Panic and adrenaline kicked in as he realized he was in danger. Julian tried scuttling away from the ghost, but it was quickly gaining on him. The ghost positioned itself right on top of Julian’s face. He began coughing as the thick, ghostly fog enveloped his head, granting the ghost the perfect entrance into his body. 

The ghost began trickling inside Julian’s body through his orifices. Mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes, the ghost used every hole in his head. Julian convulsed and thrashed around his bed as he felt the inside of his body getting filled up with a ghostly presence. The sounds of Julian violently gagging filled his bedroom. He flexed the muscles in his throat in an attempt to stop the ghost’s main entry point, but it was useless. The ghost continued pushing its way inside of Julian despite his efforts. It was an expert in possessing other beings and there was nothing an ordinary human could do to stop it now. 

Once the ghost occupied enough space inside of Julian, it began exercising its newfound control over his body. It started by forcing him to relax his throat muscles. His eyes shot open as he felt his body moving against his command. Wanting to seal his throat again, Julian raised his hand to choke himself. However, the ghost read his thoughts and quickly used his other hand to stop him. Julian tried resisting the ghost’s control over his body but to no avail. His throat relaxed and his mouth hung wide open, ready for the ghost to finish slithering down inside of him. 

“Mmmrrmph… Uhhhhh…” Julian moaned. He gripped his bedsheets as he slurped up the last piece of his invader with one final gulp. Julian felt full of a ghastly sensation he couldn’t explain in words. His body was tense, sore, and bloated all over. As he laid there, panting for breath, Julian felt his hands start moving on their own. They reached out to his torso and began massaging his pecs and abs. The ghost’s body takeover was complete. 

“MMMMM! FEELS SO GOOD!!!” the ghost bellowed in a loud, demonic voice. It was overjoyed to have flesh and a real voice again. No longer would it be forced to communicate in ooo’s like some cartoon ghost. 

The ghost purred as it explored its new vessel, relishing the feel of the firm, hard-earned muscles it had just stolen from Julian. A nearby mirror caught its eye, and the ghost scoffed at the sight of his reflection.  

“HMPH. FUCK THESE CLOTHES. GET NAKED, NOW!!”

The ghost snapped its fingers, and the powerful sound echoed throughout the apartment. Then, within seconds, Julian's wife beater and sweatpants burst open. Shreds of fabric fell to the ground like confetti. The ghost smirked again as it saw Julian’s heavy tool hang low.

“A FINE SPECIMEN OF A HUMAN MALE INDEED!” The ghost wrapped its calloused hand around its new cock and gave himself a few pumps. “PERFECT FOR BREEDING! CAN’T WAIT TO USE IT—”

As the ghost was busy admiring its newly possessed body, Julian’s phone began ringing. The ghost scowled at the phone for interrupting his moment of self-worship, but his expression softened when he saw the name of the incoming call. Pedro. 

Then, inspiration struck. The ghost quickly grabbed the phone and cleared its throat before answering. 

“Hello? Hey, what’s up?” the ghost said with Julian’s voice instead of his regular voice. The man on the other side of the call talked normally, failing to notice anything wrong with his friend. The ghost grinned with a malicious gleen in its eyes as they spoke. Its body takeover plan was going perfectly and was about to get even better.  

***

“Hey, are you still awake… Cool, you down to chill tonight… Alright, I’ll be over in a bit. See you soon.” 

Pedro hung up and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. He was shocked that Julian answered. He knew that Julian was a creature of habit who never strayed from his routine. It seemed odd to Pedro that he would still be awake past his usual 9PM curfew without good reason. Maybe Julian couldn’t sleep either? Pedro wasn’t sure, but decided to just brush the thought aside and get ready. He already told him he’d be coming over after all.

Pedro threw on some random clothes and drove downtown to Julian’s apartment complex. He punched in the access code, took the elevator, and walked up to Julian’s doorstep where he awaited him. 

“Hey! Glad you could make it,” Julian said as he dabbed him up. 

“Thanks for having me over. Watchu doing up tonight anyway?”

“Not much really, just can’t sleep. I was actually about to start watching Netflix right when you called.”

“Really? That’s cool.” Pedro made himself at home while Julian helped himself to the couch and turned on Netflix. 

Pedro felt a shiver run up his spine as he took off his shoes. He felt like he was stared at. Pedro turned and saw Julian grinning from ear to ear. 

“You good, chief? What are you smiling for?” Pedro asked. Julian shrugged. 

“I’m just enjoying your company. How are you feeling tonight? Come join me.”

“Good… Thanks for asking.”

Pedro felt goosebumps form on his arms as he sat next to Julian. In all the years he had known him, Julian was never a smiley kind of guy. Although they were pretty close friends, something about Julian’s demeanor seemed… wrong. He never went out of his way to create a warm, welcoming environment for his guests. No, Julian was a serious man who did just enough to not be marked an asshole by others. 

With that suspicion in mind, Pedro tried sneaking a glance at Julian. He tried to do so without Julian noticing, but he immediately caught him. He turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Pedro saw Julian’s eyes flash pink. 

Julian returned his focus back to the movie. Meanwhile, Pedro was trying to mentally process what he had just seen. He replayed the image over and over in his head. It was just a brief second. Blink and you miss it. But Pedro knew what he saw. Julian’s eyes had turned pink! 

“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem tense,” Julian asked. He threw an arm around Pedro’s shoulder, but Pedro shook him away. 

“What’s wrong with me? Bro what’s wrong with YOU!?” 

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean— Why are you acting like this? Smiling at me, acting all extra for no reason, and your eyes! I swear to God bro your eyes turned pink when you looked at me! What’s with you? It’s like you’re possessed or some shit!!”

The two men stared at each other. Pedro was waiting for a response but never got one. Instead, Julian closed his eyes and tilted his head downward. Pedro opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a low chuckle coming from Julian. His shoulders were bouncing as his laugh grew gradually louder and louder. Then, out of nowhere, he threw his head back up and let out a deep, maniacal laughter that rang throughout the apartment. His eyes were glowing bright pink, too! Pedro fell onto the ground from the shock. He wasn’t serious when he accused Julian of being possessed. It was just a figure of speech! But it was becoming all too clear that he was correct… 

“AMAZING!!” Julian’s voice boomed. His voice had dropped to an unnaturally deep pitch that shook Pedro to his core. “NEVER IN THE HUNDRED YEARS THAT I’VE BEEN AROUND HAVE I BEEN SUSSED OUT THIS QUICKLY! I CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH!!”

“What are you? WHO are you?” Pedro said as he picked himself up from the ground. 

“Does that really matter now? As far as we’re concerned, I’m Julian. Always have been, and always will be. At least until I get bored of this body anyway.” 

Pedro was glaring at Julian as he spoke. The ghost noticed and chuckled in response. 

“What’s the matter? You want your little friend back? Do you really think—”

Before Julian could finish his sentence, Pedro charged at him at full speed. Pedro grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the couch. The ghost was shocked at how quickly a big guy like Pedro could move. He had him pinned down before he could even retaliate!

“Listen here,” Pedro whispered. “You’re gonna get out of my friend’s body and you’re gonna do it now. Do I make myself clear?”

Pedro had a tight grip around Julian’s throat. The ghost was struggling to breathe, let alone talk. Pedro softened his grip just enough to let the ghost talk. 

“I can’t!! This body is too tight of a fit, I won’t be able to leave without something pushing me out! Something long and hard like a shoe horn!” 

Pedro contemplated how best to force the entity out. An idea quickly came to mind, but Pedro wasn’t particularly happy about the implications. He looked down at his buddy’s face, then decided what he was about to do was well worth the price if it meant saving his friend. 

“Heh, alright fucker! Hope you’re ready to leave cuz I’m gonna force you out with my dick!!”

Without hesitation, Pedro made his move. 

He planted his mouth onto Julian’s lips, catching him by surprise. It was a sudden, rough kiss but it was a welcome one. The ghost opened his lips and let Pedro slip his tongue in as it kissed him back. The rough, scratchy feeling of their beards brushing against each other’s lips caused them both to let out low, sensual groans with every kiss. Their hands became frisky and began exploring each other’s bodies as they made out. Pedro groped Julian’s ass, Julian massaged Pedro’s jacked arms. They locked their lips and bodies pressed against each other as they moved towards Julian’s bedroom. Once there, Pedro pushed Julian onto the bed and quickly took off his clothes. Julian did the same. 

Pedro hopped in between Julian’s legs and wrapped a hand around his throat again. The ghost looked at him with big, wet eyes full of desire. Pedro merely smirked. Even though he was the one that started their little makeout sesh, Pedro wasn’t doing it for fun. He was doing this to save Julian from whatever was possessing his body and nothing more. 

“Open your mouth.” 

Julian did as he was told. Pedro leaned in and spat a ball of saliva into Julian’s mouth. As he watched Julian swallow his spit, Pedro grinned and tightened his grip on his throat, causing him to let out a suppressed moan from the delightfully sensual feeling of getting choked. 

“Such a good little slut! You like when Papi spits in your mouth?”

“Yes Papi, I love it!”

“Want me to do it again?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Papi! Please, sir! Spit in my mouth again!!” Julian opened his mouth as wide as he could and Pedro spat into him again. 

“Good boy!!” Pedro said with a cocky smirk. He then leaned back down and planted his lips against Julian’s again. 

They shared a few more deep kisses and as they did so, Julian felt something begin to poke against his butt. Pedro pulled away to spit on his erect cock. As he lubed up his dick, he took a good, long look at the man laying underneath him. 

Although he had always been curious, Pedro had never actually fucked a guy before. Though the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, Pedro was glad his first man was a hottie with a body like Julian. 

With that thought in mind, Pedro leaned back down for another kiss. This time, as they made out, Pedro began guiding his dick to Julian’s hole. Once he lined up his tip, Pedro pushed it in until his cock penetrated him.  

“Mmm…” Pedro purred as he felt his dick go inside of Julian. The warm feeling of his tight ass enveloping his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout his groin. 

“Mmmmm— Hm? Ow! Arghhhh!”

Pedro let out a horrific gagging noise as he threw his head back. His pupils went white and his body became stiff, trapping Julian underneath him with his dick tip still planted inside of him. 

Yes, finally! Now let me inside!!

Meanwhile, a sinister smile formed on the ghost’s stolen face. It then took a deep breath in and exhaled. As it did so, a thick fog left Julian’s mouth and went straight inside Pedro’s agape mouth. 

“Mrrrmphh? Mmmmugghhhh!!!”

Pedro convulsed violently as his body was getting filled rapidly with the same entity that took over Julian’s body. It felt like he was getting stuffed with air. His muscles tightened with every mouthful of ghost essence he was forced to swallow. Before he knew it, Pedro felt his consciousness fade away as the ghost took complete control over his body. The last thing he remembered was feeling his face muscles form an unwanted smile before everything went black. 

“Hehehe… TWO VESSELS IN ONE NIGHT? FEELS FUCKING AMAZING BROO! OHH I LOOK SO GOOD WITH TATTOOS! JUST LOOK AT THIS HAIRY BODY!!”

Pedro’s cock slipped out of Julian’s ass as the ghost took a deep whiff of its dank pit smell. It looked down and blew a sharp whistle at the mere sight of its new, long member. While Julian had girth, Pedro had length. The ghost wasn’t sure which dick it preferred. Not that it really mattered though, as it would be putting both to good use. 

Julian’s body went limp now that the ghost was out of him. His eyes were open but with a glazed over look to them. The ghost tried catching his attention, but Julian was unresponsive. Do doubt he was still in a severe daze after getting possessed. 

The ghost smirked. It decided to make the most of having two bodies under its possession. It flipped Julian over onto his stomach, then stuck Pedro’s cock back into his ass. 

“Yeahhh take that big dick like a good bitch,” the ghost said in Pedro’s voice. He watched with a smile as his massive 8 inch cock disappeared into Julian’s ass. Once it was entirely in, Pedro grabbed Julian’s waist and began thrusting into him like he was furious. 

“Fuck yeah! That’s how I like to get fucked, raw and hard! Got that, you oversized lump of walking meat!?” the ghost said out loud. Once it finished issuing its command to Pedro’s body, the ghost exited through his mouth and zipped straight into Julian. 

“Ahhhh! AarrrggGGGHHH FUCKKKK!!!” Julian shouted out as the ghost re-entered him. 

Between Julian’s body getting possessed again and having his ass full of thick, Latino cock, the ghost was caught between two powerful forces of erotic stimulation. Additionally, even though the ghost wasn’t directly in control anymore, Pedro’s body was still moving according to its last command and fucking him as hard as he could. 

“Ah— Ahh— Oohhh— Fu— Uckk—!!” Julian cried out with pleasure everytime Pedro rammed his hips into him, forcing his cock even deeper into his ass. 

“Push your ass out.” Pedro said in a monotone voice. He pushed Julian’s head down into the pillow as he arched his back even further and bit into the pillow. Pedro picked up the rhythm of his thrusting speed and jackhammered away at Julian’s hole. 

The small bedroom became filled with the erotic sounds of two men fucking like their lifes depended on it. Pedro grunted like an automated fucking machine and Julian moaned like the cock hungry slut he had become. They had become drenched in sweat and their body odor permeated the air, filling it with a potent, sweaty musk that was absolutely delightful to the nose. 

“Nrghhh… Ohhhnghhhh!”

Julian felt Pedro’s fucking speed change. He was getting close, but the ghost wouldn’t let him finish so soon. The ghost quickly shot itself out of Julian and back into Pedro. Pedro gagged briefly as the ghost zipped down his throat but then let out a sigh of relief as he fell under complete possession again. Now that it was at the steering wheel, the ghost slowed down Pedro’s thrusting to stop him from blowing his load. The ghost then decided to stay as Pedro and take a turn at topping. 

It pounded away at Julian’s ass, his cock sliding in and out at rapid speeds. Once the ghost noticed Julian was getting close to finishing, it returned to Julian’s body to stop him. The ghost kept up this cycle for a good while. Whenever one of the men was close, the ghost would repossess and prevent them from shooting their load. The ghost kept them at the edge of climax, only to cut them short every time. 

The ghost was making them fuck for as long as they physically could. The time gap between body takeovers got shorter and shorter. It got to the point where the ghost could simultaneously experience fucking as Pedro and getting fucked as Julian, like being in the middle of a threesome. It was a bodily ecstasy unlike any other. After not having flesh to call its own for so long, the ghost felt like its senses were on fire! Only once it finally had enough, the ghost exited their bodies and allowed them to shoot out their heavy loads in what looked like a sticky, white eruption. Both Julian and Pedro bellowed out a loud FUCKK as they became drenched in their own bodily fluids. They were both left panting for breath after such a rough hookup! 

The ghost floated in the air after it finished having its fun. It needed a moment to breathe too! But it knew that it didn’t have too much time to relax. After all, Julian and Pedro could wake up if it took too long! Thankfully, however, the ghost’s worries were unwarranted. As the ghost hovered back down, it saw a strange sight. Julian and Pedro turned to face the ghost, and despite  neither being actively possessed, their eyes were still glowing bright pink! 

The ghost was amazed. It had come to Julian’s humble abode to take over Julian’s body as its new permanent vessel. However, in an awfully lucky turn of events, the ghost had successfully secured not one, but TWO human bodies to possess (and as if that wasn’t enough, it was two well-endowed, hairy Latino men too!!) 

It was too perfect. The ghost couldn’t help but relish in its own flawless success. It hopped into Julian’s body and let out its signature demonic laugh. Then, just as a quick experiment, it hopped into Pedro’s body and laughed. It was true— both Julian and Pedro were under its control! Even if the ghost wasn’t inside them, they only waited until their new ghostly master returned. 

And so, the ghost continued living as a human, sometimes as Julian, sometimes as Pedro. To make things more convenient, the ghost decided to have its vessels get married and move in together. Although it was the ghost behind their every word and action, Julian and Pedro looked like they were just happily married husbands to the outside world.

And nobody would be none the wiser.

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.

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.

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.

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!

Fresh Body

There is no confidence boost like when you slip on a fresh body. All my old problems melt away when I see my new reflection. There’s nothing like putting on a Latino hunk to make everything feel right with the world.

In the underbelly of a city that thrived under the cloak of night, there was a tale that would chill even the most hardened of souls. It began in the confines of a maximum-security prison, where a man named Vincent, known for his cunning and ruthlessness, orchestrated his escape. Vincent was no ordinary criminal; he was a master of manipulation, with a mind as sharp as a razor's edge.

After his daring escape, Vincent found himself a fugitive, hunted by law enforcement and desperate for a new identity. He turned to the digital world, where anonymity was king. Using a stolen phone and a vague profile on Grindr, he crafted an allure that was irresistible. His target? An unsuspecting man named Luke, who was drawn in by Vincent's charm and the promise of an unforgettable night.

They met at an abandoned warehouse, the perfect lair for Vincent's dark intentions. The place was a relic of the city's industrial past, now a silent witness to Vincent's twisted plans. The air was thick with dust and the scent of rust, but Luke, blinded by desire, saw only the shadows as romantic dimness.

The encounter began with the usual dance of seduction, but Vincent's intentions were far from ordinary. With every touch, he was not just seeking physical connection; he was seeking possession, a way to merge his essence with another to evade capture forever. The act was brutal, a display of raw power and dark magic. Vincent's goal was not just to dominate physically but to merge his spirit with Luke’s, to become one with him in a way that transcended the physical.

As the night deepened, the warehouse echoed with the sounds of their encounter, a mix of pleasure and pain, of dominance and submission. Vincent's eyes, usually cold and calculating, now burned with an unholy fire. He whispered ancient words, words that should never be spoken, as he sought to bind his soul with Luke’s.

The ritual reached its climax, and in a moment that defied reality, Vincent seemed to dissolve into Luke, his body merging with the other man's in a way that was both horrifying and mesmerizing. When the deed was done, Luke was no longer just himself; he was a vessel, a new identity for Vincent, who had successfully escaped not just the prison but his own body.

After the possession, Vincent, now within Luke’s body, stood in front of a dusty mirror in the warehouse, admiring the new form he had taken. Luke’s body was a canvas of perfection in Vincent's eyes, a stark contrast to his previous rugged appearance. He ran his hands over the smooth, unmarred skin, feeling the strength in the muscles, the vitality that coursed through veins untouched by the harshness of prison life. This body was a prize, a new beginning, and Vincent reveled in the sensation of being someone else, someone unburdened by his past.

Curiosity about his new identity led him to Luke’s phone, which lay discarded on the floor. Unlocking it with a face that now belonged to him, Vincent delved into the digital life of his host. The phone opened up like a book, revealing Luke’s world. There were messages from friends, work mails, plans for meetups, and photos that painted a picture of a life filled with joy, travel, spice and connections.

Vincent scrolled through Luke’s social media, absorbing the personality, the likes, the dislikes, the history. He found family photos, a testament to a loving home, something Vincent had never truly known. There were reminders of birthdays, anniversaries, and simple joys like coffee with friends or a new art exhibit. Each piece of information was a puzzle piece in understanding who Luke was, and by extension, who Vincent would now pretend to be.

The next morning, the warehouse was empty, save for the lingering echo of what had transpired. Luke, or what was left of him, walked out into the daylight, a new man with Vincent's mind and memories. The city would never know of the dark magic that had been performed within its boundaries, but the legend of Vincent, the man who escaped not just prison but his own skin, would become a whispered tale among those who dared to delve into the city's darkest secrets.

Hey babe, you won't believe what just happened! I've got the hottest fresh meat to share with you... so get ready! I found this guy, Dan, in the middle of a crowded gym, all sweaty and focused, lifting weights. He was looking so good, I just had to have him, you know?

I waited until he was in the shower, all alone and vulnerable. The steam was thick, and as he stepped under the water, I made my move. I slid in with him, the water cascading over us both, and I slithered his piss slit. His surprise was delicious; his eyes widened in the horror, and I felt his protests, moans, his struggle for control, as I took over. We fought in that small space, his body twisting and turning, trying to shake me off, but I was relentless. The water made our struggle slippery as I pushed deeper into his consciousness.

When I finally succeeded, taking full control, I was rock hard and I couldn't help but admire the sight of his cock, standing proud and ready. The rush of possession mixed with the primal need of this human body was overwhelming. I was so horny, babe, I couldn't resist. Right there in the shower, I started beating his meat, the water adding to the sensation, the pleasure coursing through us both. It was intense, the way his body responded to my touch, or rather, to my control.

I'm sending you this selfie because I want you to see what I've got us now. Look at this body, babe! I can't wait to show you all the things I can do with it when we're together. Just thinking about it makes me so hard, I can barely contain myself. See you at home.

Love you so much, can't wait to be with you.

The Showers

That look you get when you walk into an occupied shower with nothing but a syringe. He was more than suspicious at this point. When I saw his tattoos and body hair, I knew I had to have them in my collection. Soon he will just be a hollow husk on the shower floor. Then I can put him on and proceeded with my next transformation.