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Haunted: Ghost Exploration

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. All the stories features only adult characters.

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Haunted: Ghost Exploration

Previous part: Haunted - Distractions

— You should have seen your face! – Peter joked with a smile accompanied by a somewhat boisterous laugh, while Benji just rolled his eyes and laughed.

— Dude, I had a gummy bear stuck in my throat.

— Well, who's to blame for eating candy in class?

The curly-haired boy threw a potato at him as a joke. Constantly avoiding spirits made him completely forget to spend time with the living. He looked at his friend for a moment longer before smiling at him.

— You've been missing lately. Is everything okay?

Peter said as he ate the salad he had ordered from the cafeteria, somewhat noisily.

— Hey, chew properly, that food isn't going anywhere – Benji said as he patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

— Hey! An alien cow could come and take my plate at any moment, you never know when that might happen.

The other shook his head with a smile, but Peter kept watching him intently, as if waiting for an answer to his previous question.

— It's nothing – Benji shrugged, picking up a French fry to eat slowly. – Just... exams and stuff.

— It's the middle of the year. What exams are you talking about?

The guy felt trapped between two walls. Could he trust him with his secret? What if he thought he was crazy? They were literally just “becoming” friends again. He finally felt someone close to him (unless he wanted to win a bet), and he couldn't risk losing him.

— I just... miss home. You know? – he sighed – My parents, the cozy atmosphere... My room, all of that. It's... It's just that it seems so far away now.

— I understand, I miss home too – Peter said, reaching out to take his hand in solidarity.

— Really?

— Of course. I think it's natural if we spend all our time at boarding school, don't you think? It's big and... cozy. But it's nothing compared to home.

Benji smiled softly. Maybe he hadn't told Peter half of what he was really thinking, but at least he felt... different this time, completely different.

— Come on, finish your lunch, or we'll be late for math class.

— Pff... As if you're really interested in going.

— Hey, I never said I was dying to go – he chuckled before shaking his head, then gestured with his hands – I'll be right back. See you there.

— Sure, don't get lost.

His heart was beating fast. Damn it, it wasn't true, was it? Was he feeling things for him? No, no. Not at all. Right?

— Shit, no, don't get confused, Benjamin. He's just being nice, don't get your hopes up. You know how the game works – He thought. Just then, he looked away briefly, but long enough to see a guy with a ”heavy" vibe (mostly because of his somewhat punk appearance) walking through the cafeteria. He had never seen him before.

He thought maybe it was one of those lonely types who almost always avoided being seen until he noticed how its feet floated just inches above the ground. No. That thing wasn't human.

He watched as it “walked” in a specific direction before going through the door and disappearing. He thought about just letting it go. Who cared about another ghost out there? If it didn't bother him, then it wasn't his problem, right? Of course not. Part of him thought he could talk to it, ask it what it was all about, why they were there, who it was, or who the others were. He wanted answers from everyone and everything that tormented him; he quickly gathered his things and almost ran toward where he saw it vanish, but when he opened the door, he saw absolutely no one and nothing, not even a trace of “ghostly essence,” nothing. He let out a sigh, about to go back inside when he saw Keith approaching.

One of his classmates, he used to take good care of his physique and had some good attributes (his legs were to die for), he was generally friendly. But now, as he approached, his countenance was completely different: serious. Almost mysterious, he glanced around a couple of times before moving forward, as if he didn't want to take a wrong step, before moving forward to who knows where.

Something clicked in Ben's mind, like a premonition, so he began to follow him like a shadow, not so close that he would notice, but not so far away that he would lose him. He knew he would practically miss arithmetic class. But that was much more important than figures and sides.

He followed him through all the hallways until he stopped at the gym. He tried not to go in, just watching him from a distance. As he trained hard, deadlifting and using various exercise machines, Ben noticed how he was testing the limits of his strength, constantly increasing the weight he lifted.

If anyone else saw Keith's behavior, they probably wouldn't suspect anything wrong. He was just another athlete devoted to weightlifting, right?

But to him, something didn't quite add up.

He took out a notebook and began to write down what the other man was doing, every push-up, every casual glance at the mirror. How he occasionally brought his hands to his legs and squeezed them, the dedication with which he watched his fists and how his fingers clenched against the weight, his grunts, the way his pecs rose with the effort and widened to form hard muscle.

Ben really felt like a stalker. He thought about abandoning that ridiculous mission. Maybe Keith was just having a bad day, hence his change in attitude. He was already paranoid. Not everyone with a change in personality was because...

Fuck.

He could see how the guy brought the palm of his hand to his nose to sniff it hard, even licking it a couple of times before sniffing it repeatedly again. No, that couldn't possibly be Keith. He watched him for a while longer, noticing the differences in his behavior: How he flexed and admired himself on purpose in the mirror, as if he loved seeing his biceps pumped up, the gestures he made in the reflection, some of which were natural in part due to the effort, but others seemed totally exaggerated, and the constant search to measure his strength, as if he wanted to test the limits of his new body, flex after flex.

When he finished exercising, he left the gym and headed for a different wing of the boarding school: the workshops.

There were a couple of single-story buildings, and there was a wide variety of them, from arts to things like carpentry, and there was even one for mechanics. That was exactly where the guy was headed, with his compression shirt wet, totally sweaty and sticky, clinging to his muscles. Benji could even smell it in the air, which made him feel a little stiff in his pants, but he continued with his mission to try to figure out what was going on.

He watched as he entered the workshop, and through the window he saw him disappear into what appeared to be the warehouse. He took advantage of this to infiltrate with extreme caution, hiding behind a table that had some wheels and other metal things like chains. When “Keith” reappeared, he was shirtless, with a red cloth tied around his waist.

But what caught Ben's attention most was that he was carrying a metal structure, pulling it along on a wheeled platform. It was majestic. Like an alloy of different metals forming the figure of a kind of angel trying to take flight, it was missing some parts, such as part of the robe, one entire wing, and half of the other. He took a couple of tools in his hands, such as a hammer, some nuts, and other metal pieces already worked on from a box. It was as if he knew exactly where everything was.

Benji wrote that down in his notebook. It was strange. Keith clearly had no skills beyond sports, perhaps a few academic ones, but blacksmithing was certainly not one of them. So who could it be?

He made a list of the ghosts he knew, or at least those who bothered him most constantly.

It couldn't be Tobias, he was always in the library or smoking under the bleachers. Daniel couldn't be either, it would get his hands too dirty. Zeke wouldn't have the coordination, and Brady... No, it couldn't be him.

He marked a cross next to each name, then he remembered.

The day he first saw someone possessed, there were two spirits in the gym. One was an athlete, the other looked like an actor. He didn't know their names, and they hadn't reappeared, but their descriptions didn't match this guy. So who was he?

He heard the hammer strike what could have been iron, watched as he took the metal in his hands and seemed to mold it with a mere touch, continuing to work for quite some time, sometimes using oil to clean other parts of the sculpture. From what he could tell, it hadn't been assembled consistently; some parts seemed older than others. He watched from his hiding place as he worked, his chest rising and falling, his arms broadening from the hard work, his jaw as sharp as the metal he was putting so much effort into.

A couple more blows, and he finally finished shaping the right wing. He looked at his work with a smug smile, until he turned slightly, his strong back marked by inertia.

— Are we going to keep pretending I don't know where you are, or are you going to come out now? – he said. To the casual listener, it sounded like Keith's voice, deep, but there was something else accompanying it, like a low baritone hiding behind it.

He didn't dare speak, he just curled up into a ball. His heart was pounding, shit. Would he do something to him? Had he gotten himself into something he shouldn't have? The mildest scenario that came to mind was ending up in a situation similar to his first encounter with Daniel, the worst... It made his blood run cold.

He heard his heavy footsteps across the tiles, until he heard a kind of sigh, the dull thud of something hitting the floor, and then heavy boots echoing. He didn't want to turn around, but when he moved to one side to try to run to the door, someone was already half-kneeling beside him.

— Who are we hiding from? – he heard a somewhat deep but friendly voice say, although that didn't stop him from letting out a scream and falling to one side when he lost his balance – Ouch. What a blow you took, man. Haven't you ever seen a ghost before?

There was a sharp wit about this guy, and when Benji finally looked up, he noticed it: he had a punk style, leather clothes, high boots, and a couple of chains, his muscles were clearly defined, there were some oil stains on his body, and he was looking at him with a somewhat mocking smile.

— Let me guess. You're the guy who sees ghosts, right?

He didn't answer, just looked at him, still uncertain.

— Come on, buddy. I'm not going to hurt you, if that's what you're afraid of, and if you're worried about your friend – he pointed to Keith's body, who was muttering something under his breath – I'm not interested in keeping him, I just want to work on my art.

Without Benjamin saying anything else, the other guy got up to reenter Keith's body, which shook violently before simply cracking its neck, stretching, and heading toward the sculpture.

— Wait... What's your name? – Ben finally had the courage to approach him, walking alongside him as he worked on his artwork.

— Rex. My name was Rex – he said as he tried to insert strips of alloy into the missing wing.

— And since...

— Since when have I been here? Since '95. Accident in the workshop – he pointed around him with a twist of his finger before concentrating again.

— Right... here? – The younger guy looked around.

— Nah, there was another workshop, but it burned down. Nothing was left that could be saved. Then they built all the others and made sure to put alarm systems in all of them.

— Wait... Your last name is...

— Navarro. Yes, just like the workshops are called. They were my “gift”. I guess not everyone who has things built for them after death is “lucky” enough to see them being made. Or to use them – he gave him a gentle wink as he screwed something in place.

— And... Why are you here?

— The workshops? – the other joked, but when he heard Benji was about to clarify, he let out a soft laugh – I know what you mean. And I don't know, nobody knows. Some say it's because we have unfinished business, others believe this is purgatory, and some crazy people like Tobias believe this is what the afterlife boils down to.

— So you're not here by choice?

— Pff. Of course not, don't be silly. Do you think that of all the places we could choose to be, we would choose a school? Hell no. We're trapped here.

— Trapped?

— Yes. None of us can leave the property. One foot outside these grounds, and you're sent back at the speed of light. We have nowhere else to go.

— But that's... horrible.

— It is at first. I'm not lying to you – Rex shrugged – Then you get used to it. Possessing others helps a little.

He said with a chuckle before pulling away and starting to caress Keith's body with his fingers. He even flexed hard and kicked his leg back, as if to demonstrate the power of his borrowed body, enhanced by those tight elastic clothes that highlighted his muscles, and that stench of sweat enveloped him again.

— They make the routine more bearable, you can try a thousand and one things. But... Sometimes it just absorbs you. Even if you don't want it to – he sighed – I mean, I've only been here... 30 years? And I've already tried at least half of all the sports and arts disciplines at the school.

Ben's feelings were at a strange crossroads. On the one hand, he still felt a silent betrayal at the fact that he was merely a bet for them, but on the other hand, he now understood why they might be reacting this way. He was a novelty, something the Institute couldn’t offer them in its nature.

— And why do you usually possess mortals? I haven't seen you do anything else but this and train.

— You're a little stalker, I see – he gave him a light tap on the head – I like to train. In my past life, I used to do it a lot. I can't lift weights as a ghost, much less feel the weight or my arms exerting force. It's just... air.

— And this?

— It's my passion. It's what motivates me, what… – His voice broke for a moment, and he had to swallow and clear his throat – Sorry. Um...

— It's okay if you don't want to tell me.

— No, it's fine. It's ridiculous anyway – he said with a self-pitying laugh – It was my dream, I died wishing it would come true.

He looked at the metal in his hands, uncertain.

— My dream was to become a metal sculptor, you know. Outside of the typical marble or clay. Something that, although it seems unaesthetic at first glance, in the right hands can be... magnificent.

He said, caressing the wing.

— Is this your way of... deal with it?

— You're not as naive as you seem.

He joked, Ben let out a slight laugh.

— You're talented.

— Thanks. They may never see the light of day, but... I keep working on them – he nodded, looking at the work – And in any case, I can still have fun with these things – he commented, placing his hands on his new buttocks and squeezing them with some force.

The lively one couldn't help but laugh before shaking his head.

— And. Everyone else has already introduced themselves to you, right?

— Well, I don't know who they are everyone else – he quickly listed them, even showing him his notebook when he ruled out their possible identities.

— So... You've identified us by stereotypes? What am I, the cool guy?

— Punk is probably the best word to describe you.

— Meh, you're lucky I like it.

Rex read again.

— The athlete and the actor? You mean Julian and Marco?

— I don't know. I've never known their names.

— Yes, I'm sure it's them. They're the only ones missing and... Elliot. He's a nerd, you can categorize him that way. There's also Mr. Ashford, our “teacher”, although I doubt you'll ever run into him. He doesn't usually leave the old wing of the school, and he has a very strict no-possession policy.”

— He sounds like a killjoy.

— He is.

They both laughed. Rex approached the platform to take his creation back to the warehouse, along with the rest of the works he kept there.

— And... How does it feel to possess someone?

Rex smiled quietly.

— It feels... like putting on a costume. You can be whoever you want: muscular, skinny, nerdy, geeky, a teacher, an exchange student. Whoever you want, and no one will ever know. You can be anyone in the world – he smiled slyly, before shrugging his shoulders – Well, not in the “world”, but at least within this space, yes.

He approached the boy again to show him his new attributes.

— Sure, I had muscles before, but this is different. Why? I don't know how to explain it, it's just... a different experience. Maybe because I would never wear clothes this tight – he said, pulling on the elastic at the back of his pants, which made a loud smack when it hit his skin again – But it's interesting.

Benji nodded at the explanation, listening attentively.

— Maybe I'm judging them wrong.

— No, we're a little chaotic and perverted, some of us too much so. But maybe we're not as... bad as you think, maybe you can give them a chance to... get to know them. I think that will stop them.

— Does everyone know about the bet?

— Of course. Although I meant that I've seen how they chase you like crazy – he chuckled softly.

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Peter walked through the hallways toward the bathroom after leaving the arithmetic classroom, the same boring class. With the same topics always, he had to get out to clear his head a little, in addition to the slight discomfort that afflicted his stomach.

Once he entered the bathroom, he breathed heavily, leaning over the sink, his chest rising and falling, and looked at his reflection.

— Come on, buddy. I need a break, don't be mean and don't move. Okay? – he muttered to no one in particular, before a whirlwind began to come out of his mouth, muffled sounds echoed in the bathroom, along with retching, the process lasted for a while before Peter's body collapsed onto the sink.

— I need you to hold on. Okay? Please.

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felixkerrm2m · 5 days ago

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Quick - Gaming

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Quick - Gaming

- Dude! I didn't think it would work!

- Bro, look at the size of these things!

Cody said laughing as he bounced the pecs of Travis' brother, his best friend. He felt the other guy's hands roam his new physique and then squeeze his nipples, which made him let out a shrill moan and then a giggle.

- Dude, be careful! These things are very sensitive -he managed to mutter with heavy breathing between laughs.

- Sorry, but I've wanted to do this for so long

The other muttered, licking his lips from just running his hands across the flesh.

Both guys had found a rare spell online that allowed them to transfer one person's consciousness into another's body, housing it like a vessel. They had come up with no better test subject than Travis' jock brother, arrogant and an asshole, but with a body to die for. Literally the desire of anyone who liked men.

- Pff. Maybe your brother should shower more - Cody muttered, lifting his armpit to take a strong drag of his new stench - I feel like a pig like that.

- Not bad, though.

- Shit, Travis, can you stop massaging so hard? I swear these things are way too sensitive.

He let out a deep groan, having to lean back against the back of the seat, but far from heeding him, Travis squeezed harder in between giggles.

Not for nothing had he placed it on his older brother's body, and. Of course, he had made sure that Cody didn't read the "fine print" of the spell.

《 Warning: If a maximum state of euphoria is reached, the person will be sealed in their new vessel; cases of vulnerability to suggestion may be experienced. Take care not to occupy this spell under any circumstances 》

- Just relax... Bro.

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felixkerrm2m · 7 days ago

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Medical Ego

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Medical Ego

My boyfriend is in the medical field, just a medical student who aspired to be a doctor, and not surprisingly, the environment was terrible: long shifts, stuck-up doctors and patients galore. I always saw him come in tired, lie in bed and sleep for hours; but everything had gotten worse in the last few months, all because of him.

A guy a year ahead of him, but who was making his life miserable. He had an ego more inflated than his muscles, a smug smile and such a selfish attitude that he was loading more and more work on my partner while that jerk was taking all the credit for his work without him being able to do anything. And me, less, I could only watch him fall asleep, try to do something and only hear a "Sorry, honey, I'm tired".

I didn't know what else to do, I wanted to do something for him, to help him. I couldn't stand to see the guy I loved wasting himself out physically and emotionally day after day, but what could I do? Complain? Tell the guy not to be a jerk? No, absolutely nothing. I sat in the chair in our room with a sigh, getting ready to write to him and ask him how everything was going, again with that craving to want to do something for him, however, and whatever.

I started to feel sick, with nausea like I had never experienced before, an intense headache, I thought it was almost a migraine because I swear I started to see little lights until everything started to fade to black. I heard whispers, soft and slow, but slowly beginning to rise to the surface accompanied by a light that diffused my gaze.

- Doctor?... Doctor?

- Mmm?...

I mumbled in confusion. Was I dreaming? I blinked until the light transformed into images, around me was a room with sepia colors, a glass table in front of me, a chair and... a person? I remained silent, the person was looking at me confused, was it a dream, was I hallucinating, am I dead?

- Doctor? So I should just buy these medicines? - she pointed to what appeared to be a prescription on top of the glass.

- Uh... Yes.

- And then that's it?

- Yes, yes...

She gave me a quizzical look before nodding and getting up, grabbing her things as she left to close the door, but not before giving me a look somewhere between confusion and anger. I stood there static, what the fuck was going on, where was I? I noticed a name holder on the table, I turned it over, reading the inscription: Dr. Nolan Bennet. Nolan? Wasn't that the name of the asshole doctor who was bothering my boyfriend? I groped my way up to look for a mirror, finding a reflection that didn't belong to me.

In front of me was a tall guy, with slightly curly hair, fair complexion and huge muscles, wearing a rather tight white shirt (I don't know if it was because the guy loved to wear clothes at least two sizes smaller than his own) or because the muscles were so many that it was inevitable to feel that way.

- Shit... - I whispered, bringing my hands up to my face - It must be a dream, right?

I sounded manic, talking to myself. But wasn't the situation crazy enough already? Being in another body that didn't belong to me, and more so in that one, specially in him.

The surprise lasted a while, the shock rather; until it slowly faded into fascination. My hands landed directly on his pecs, feeling how firm and round they were, a nice layer of muscle that ironically also felt soft and spongy, I let out a low chuckle, before lifting my bicep and flexing it.

This guy had latex gloves with him, I thought about taking them off but there was something strangely erotic about seeing his gloved and tight fingers. So I preferred to leave them right where they were.

- I guess now it makes sense why you're so arrogant - I teased with a chuckle, flexing his arm more, enjoying how swollen and strong it felt. Was it 45 cm at least? I felt so huge!

I peeled off my shirt as best I could until I was left with just my skin, sniffed the scent around me, noticing a bit of expensive cologne and soft musk.

- You're an asshole doctor, aren't you? With muscles bigger than brains.

I flexed again, almost bodybuilder poses; his muscles lumpy, spongy as yeast. Even with those long, thick gloved fingers.

The dress pants also felt tight, snug, snug, wrapping my new legs perfectly. I turned around to see myself from behind, cupped my buttocks between my hands to squeeze them tightly, unable to help but let out a deep moan in the process. Enjoying the sound of my new thick voice.

My voice had always been somewhat high-pitched, so to have a baritone this deep...

- Heh. Did you get excited too?

I said teasingly, looking down at my new obelisk, I could see how the tent was rising in my pants, it felt thick and veiny. I felt like some kind of hung donkey, I continued to caress my buttocks, enjoying the plump feeling they left behind.

I heard a buzzing sound coming from the table. I turned towards him to take what seemed to be his cell phone, he had a couple of messages regarding his shifts and rotations, I could even see out of the corner of my eye one that seemed to be from a supervisor asking him why he hadn't passed a patient yet. But I decided to ignore it, it was not my problem.

Instead, I turned on the front camera, starting to take pictures of myself.

I had never been arrogant, I knew I looked good in my old body and very occasionally I looked at myself in the mirror with self-sufficiency, but now. This was so different, it was like exuding confidence and pure vanity, with that sharp jawline, sharp cheekbones, it was so sexy.

My body wasn't marked at all, maybe I was too lazy for the gym or focusing on it, so to now have these muscles all to myself. It was great.

Suddenly I felt the phone vibrate loudly, it was a video call from an unknown number, which I later recognized as mine, I answered with some nervousness. Was that guy in my body?

- Hello?...

I answered. I didn't even have time before I heard the screams and snorts of my old body, claims falling like rain.

- What are you doing in my body? What the fuck is this, freak?

He wouldn't even give me a breath to answer. It all came down to: How, why and who the fuck was I?

- I don't know what you're talking about, I...

- Don't be silly! Who are you?! How did you do it?! Give it back, you bastard! I don't know who you are and what you want, but…!

What he said got me thinking, he didn't know who I was. Totally oblivious to the idea that the guy he was making my life miserable was my boyfriend, but I did know who he was. I knew what he was capable of, his abuse.

- No, you little prick, you listen to me - he even stopped dead in his tracks, I saw his lip tremble. Something I used to do when I got nervous, I clenched my knuckles holding the cell phone - There's nothing you can do to stop this, to take this away from me.

In truth I had never been this selfish and cruel, but there was something gnawing at me inside. I began to flex in front of the video caller, as if I wanted to throw what I had taken from him back in his face even more.

- You're really proud of these guys, aren't you?

I said, making them expand into a ball.

- Stop, that's mine!

- Nah. It's mine now, what are you going to do, shout to the world that this was all yours? - I let out a chuckle, puffing out my chest, licking my lips - Lucky someone doesn't put you in the loony bin if you even think of saying that.

- B-but what about my career? Stop it!

- Ah, right - I smiled to stick my tongue out slightly, totally in a higher intent, I saw him gasp in terror and panic as I watched his body being defiled - Thank you for reminding me what my next step is.

He was about to scream something when I hung up the phone. I looked around, was I sure of what I wanted to do? I mean, yes. The guy was an idiot, an asshole and a sucker, but did he deserve everything I was about to do with his life? I wanted to go the logical route, but the image of my boyfriend crying himself to sleep chilled my blood, no, this had to be revenge.

I approached the door, took a deep breath, before leaving with my chest puffed out, as if it was the best thing in the world, no, in the fucking galaxy, and yes, without a T-shirt.

I could hear the gasps of astonishment or almost terror, some nurses turned around, other patients and doctors watched too long as I walked past with my bust fully in its nature, I winked a couple of times at one or another person.

Luckily the hospital wasn't that crowded (I would have surely been self-conscious), so I set the second part of the plan in motion.

- You guys love this, don't you? - I smacked my lips before unbuckling my belt and finally pulling down my pants.

The room sank amidst a mixture of deep silence and muffled screams, I flexed my arms to do a back and forth with my tight boxers clinging to my tool, it was bouncing shamelessly, jiggling and showing the width and thickness of its capacity.

- Pff. You wish you had me, you losers.

I lurched underneath with force, so much so that I even let out a gasp that hovered between pleasure and pain, my face transformed into a completely lustful expression, sticking out my tongue and twisting my eyes, at first I thought it was all an act, but I had to admit that doing that in front of everyone, I was loving it too much. As soon as I was done with that performance, I pulled up my pants before walking quickly out of there. Who knows, they might call security or something, I didn't know how much time I had yet either, so I might as well hurry with the rest of the plan. I made my way as best I could to the student wing, entered the library, hoping that my boyfriend was there.

Sure enough, he was sitting there reading a couple of books that appeared to be medical articles, his eyes focused. So much so that he noticed I was in front of him like this, and even better. Alone.

- Are you done doing nothing? - I muttered with a grunt. As soon as he heard “my” voice, he looked up startled, he was about to answer something nervous when he saw my appearance.

- Dr. Nolan, I... - He murmured, swallowing saliva - Why are you dressed like that? That's not appropriate.

He said, about to get up when I faced him, slamming my new palm firmly against his chest to hold him back in the chair.

- I've been thinking - I purred, bouncing my chest just inches from his face, he could barely look away - You're cute, maybe we could have some fun?

I whispered. To which he pulled away as best he could.

- Are you crazy or something? No, absolutely not. This is unethical, besides I have a boyfriend, what's wrong with you?

I raised my eyebrow, before letting out a laugh, he looked at me with some fright (though I don't blame him), he was looking at me like a maniac.

- Honey, it's me! - I smiled as I flexed my new attributes for him. My hand even went to caress my pecs, shit, maybe I'd get addicted to fondling them.

- What? Nolan! Are you out of your mind?!?

- Not at all! It's really me, your boyfriend! What's more, I can prove it to you - I started listing endless things, things that only he knew about us, I knew about him, about me.

- Hold on, hold on. Slow down, I believe you... - he whispered approaching me nervously, he looked at my face for a long time in silence - Is it really you?

- Of course I do, love! Do you like the way I look?

- But how?

- I haven't the slightest idea!

There was something strange about that feeling, it was like a bomb of euphoria and joy, pure concentrate, giggles kept escaping from my lips. I knew that at first I felt like the world was falling apart, but now I had a better idea of what was going on. With these thick muscles, that face to die for, how tight the clothes felt! It was so hot!

- Do you want to touch?

I smiled, taking his hand to guide it to my new breast, he gave it gentle caresses, too shy, until suddenly it began to take on more confidence and strength, tugging and kneading eagerly.

- Uh, love! - I gasped with a sigh, swallowing saliva, trying to keep up with her - W-wait, it's... It's too sensitive.

But he wouldn't stop, there was something in his gaze that seemed dark, our eyes met each other and he just twisted a smile.

- What is it, doctor? - he made an emphasis on the last word, I closed my eyes denying - Is something wrong?

He smiled.

I let out a moan before he cornered me against the wall, I felt a bookcase shake from my new weight as his deft hands roamed my pecs and slowly moved down my nipples.

- Love, stop...

- I thought you were more serious, doctor. Smarter, but now I have him moaning like crazy, ironic, don't you think?

I let out a heavy sigh, as his body stuck to fit in between my legs, he grabbed my waist tightly, starting to knead my buttocks, I felt his hand slide right up against the divide between them, to which I let out a yelp.

- Ah!

- No wonder your surgical pajamas looked so tight. With such tremendous stuff...

I felt so submissive, I didn't know why, it was strange considering this body was huge, the living expression of masculinity and virality if you wanted to look at it that way. But that didn't matter much if my boyfriend had me tightly by the hair, my face against the books as he slid his tool into my entrance.

Nobody knew what happened that day in the middle of bookcases, choked gasps and some liquid dripping all over the place... But, what everyone did hear about and remember, without a doubt, was the performance that "Nolan" did in the middle of the waiting area. A notice of dismissal and revocation of license was not long in coming, I thought at that moment to return to my body but... nothing was happening. As much as I tried to repeat the formula, I was still stuck in this body. Trapped.

I thought I put the noose around my neck, until it occurred to me to make the most of it all (because yes, also even made it to social platforms the video, half the world now knew who I was)

- Hey.... - I whispered into the microphone with a smile - How are you, ready for another video?

I asked with a flex as I watched the chat fill up with different comments, each one hungrier than the last. Turns out that my going viral in this body opened the door for a career from streaming and then some... (and thank goodness because if I had kept his medical career, I would know absolutely nothing. I kept his body, but not his memories, I was completely lost on where the pancreas was and where the liver was). Platforms full of shirtless pictures, kissing me with my boyfriend, from our intimacy and more.

- So what do you want me to take off my shirt? Done.

I smiled to take off my shirt, bouncing my juicy pecs, I still couldn't get over the feeling of it, how thick they felt, the almost electric shock of just rubbing the shirt, and it was even better when my boyfriend did it.

The bank accounts exploded, I didn't even have to worry about what I would do in the workplace after technically ruining this body's future career.

And best of all, my boyfriend loves it (I have to admit… he's gotten a hell of a lot more dominant since then. And ironically, I've become more submissive, it's like I can't think of anything else to do but obey him).

- Do you belong to me, or don't you?

- I do, sir! - I gasped for his attention.

- Are you a brainless himbo fool?

- I am! I am yours!

I nodded eagerly. My new tool dripping, compressing as best it could against the tight pants that held it in.

- Then flex, you silly bitch.

He smirked. I obeyed, as if I could only enjoy this body with him and for him, if that was all I had to serve and devote myself to.

- Just like that… That's the way I like it - He whispered running his hands down my arms, he even sunk his face against my armpit, to which I gasped, I tried to lower my hands but he ended up slapping me - You won't do anything if I don't order you first.

- Yes, I'm sorry sir - I muttered with my tongue out like a dumb dog.

- I think I have something better to keep your mouth entertained.

- Mfffh!

It was as if my personality changed, I was still me, of course. I liked the same things, had the same ambitions or interests, but there was something inside me that honestly stuck to the "himbo" stereotype, bouncing my pecs happily, sometimes forgetting to put on deodorant. And what to say about my feet! They were now huge and stinky, I had to air them constantly if I didn't want to stink up all my footwear.

And what about Nolan? He had no choice but to stay in my body, I think he is thinking of starting medicine from scratch, I really don't care what happened to his life. I hope it teaches him a lesson and he sees all he missed out on and it was his (because yes, I can still see him hanging around in my profiles, maybe he loves getting “action” while he remembers what was once his, loser)

My relationship with my boyfriend became stronger than ever, he was the same loving guy I had fallen in love with, and all dominant in bed, he seemed unhinged but I loved that. He knew exactly how to make my legs tremble and I was nowhere near dripping saliva from my lips. I think I loved this change.

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Under The Table

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Under The Table

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— Mfffhhh!

He groaned as he struggled against whatever was holding him down. His gaze darted from side to side, but it was useless; he couldn't see anything, and he felt cold. What had they done to his clothes? Where was he?

— Subject 686 – a scientist in front of him said as he examined him and wrote down various things in his notebook, taking measurements of his pectorals, biceps, and other parts of his body. He even gave him a tug that made the guy groan and move more insistently. His breathing was heavy, growling and trying to pull more on his restraints.

— Who is this for? – Another voice emerged from the darkness (or at least what he perceived as darkness). He tried again to shout for help, but was completely ignored.

— I think it's for a college principal, I'm not sure. The report only says that he specifically asked for this one – he said, using his pen to poke him in the chest.

— Maybe it's a problem student. It's strange when they ask for someone specific.

— Yes, yes. Help me put the anesthesia on him. If he keeps fighting, he'll end up bruised, and they'll complain about the condition of the product.

In the same room, at the other end, a man was in the same situation. He had stopped fighting a few minutes ago and was simply lying still, breathing slowly, connected to some terminals and cables that led to a machine.

— Subject 100, name: Kenji Yoshida. Taken from a local gym.

— A perfect specimen to add to the remote control catalog. Just a few adjustments left to make. We need to clear his mind so he can house another one in the process.

— And he won't remember anything at all. Right?

— Mm... — the scientist murmured, jotting down a couple of things — I'm afraid not.

— He won't remember anything?

— No, not that. Technically, he'll never be conscious again. Once we apply the procedure, he'll always need an external consciousness to function.

— I thought most rental bodies were only for people who volunteered for it.

— And that's how it is. Athletes in trouble, parents who want to pay the mortgage, guys with debts bigger than their muscles.

She said, moving forward. The sound of her heels hitting the floor, making the tiles echo as her gaze turned to another “experiment.”

— But we can't rely on that alone. Sometimes athletes are ‘absent’ for weeks and we're left with drunkards with potbellies – she said with a grimace – So, we look for places to get those vessels, add them to the catalog, and so on. You know, bureaucratic processes.

— But is that specified in the process?

— Not at all.

— But... But that's against policy.

— Oh, dear. You're new, aren't you?

— Um... Yes, intern program...

— Interesting. I think you should go to the training room first. I think they'll have something... peculiar to show you.

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Host Log: Paradise

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Host Log: Paradise

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Fuck! I thought it was a good idea to come on vacation with my family to the beach, I mean, I had never moved my body beyond the city, I even thought my skills were tied to the suburbs. Big mistake, suddenly I was in my hotel room, unpacking my stuff and in the blink of an eye, I was in another room, sitting down.

I felt heavy thighs against the sheets, the slight grind of the bed against my new weight. And a strange stench... I looked down, to find huge feet, shoes thrown away and socks scattered all over the floor of the room.

- Holy shit, it can't be.

I brought my hands to my face. Shit, shit. I didn't mind the idea of being in this body, it really was tempting, I was holding the idea to throw my feet against my face, but what would I do if the change lasted longer than expected? What if I stayed in this body and my family went back to the city? Would I be stuck? I'd never been in another body so far from home before. Fuck!

The room looked quite luxurious, much better than the one we had originally rented, and this guy had way too many clothes (some scattered on the floor with disinterest, quite smelly actually... I wasn't complaining though, my newly acquired stench felt so good), but heck, why me?

I was still on edge. I stood up nervously, feeling the cold tile against my feet, it was hard to get used to the weight I had acquired, I almost stumbled but managed to get in front of a mirror.

I found myself in front of the reflection of another guy, a couple of years older than me. He wasn't as muscular but he had good biceps, I could feel his strength from just holding onto the sink, his face looked chiseled, with a prominent chin and defined cheekbones. He probably spent a lot of time in the gym (that would explain the stench) and also the lack of fat. His hair was neatly cut, with a sort of side parting, never on my body would I dare to have that hairstyle, simply because it wouldn't look good on me, but this guy looked so good.

- Hey! Are you ready? - A guy burst into the room with key in hand, I couldn't help but give a start, to which he raised his eyebrow quizzically - Buddy, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.

The guy had a muscular build, with a dark complexion, a masculine hairstyle and a red, rather tight-fitting speedo that left nothing to the imagination. I had had to fake it a thousand times, though it was always a challenge to have to do it for the first time on a body.

- Sorry, I was a little distracted.

I nodded slowly, still hesitant.

- Okay, but then already?

I look around me, the red outfit I was wearing looked attractive, I thought it was too "covered up" for the beach, maybe it wasn't in my body but that didn't take away from the fact that I could enjoy my vacation.

- I'm coming, wait.

I remembered that this guy had packed some swimsuits in the bottom of his suitcase, I started looking, only to find a tiny bright green speedo, I swallowed saliva. I was partly "excited" to bring such a tight suit, how could it wrap around the front and back, the tight string right in the middle of the buttocks, rubbing...

- Dude, seriously. It's getting late, let's go.

- I'm coming.

I took off what I was wearing to slip the bathing suit between my legs, ended up walking out with him to meet another man.

We ended up on the beach, they were nice, it was a little strange to live with that naturalness, but at the end of the day, the memories played in my favor, and for them, I was just their friend.

- Wait, I want to take a picture!

- But make it quick! - they said laughing.

I took the picture, making sure to flex my bicep and make the most self-centered face I could think of. Though of course, this would end up on my blog.

"These guys don't even know I'm not their friend. Beach time!"

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Interactives - Rejuvenation

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"Yeah, it'll be sorted for Monday, thanks Jackie."

Owen hung up the zoom call when his boss finally stopped talking and adding to his list of things to do. He sat back in his desk chair and groaned. At 47 he'd always prided himself on working hard and doing whatever was asked, but that had left him here at 7pm on a Friday evening only just finishing work for the day.

He glanced around his home office and sighed. There had to be more to life than being the older, balding man always underappreciated and overworked. He did his best with his job and appearance and life overall, but there was always more. More health problems getting in the way, more workload with little reward. He was tired of it all.

But all that was for another day. For tonight at least he could relax, but his feet up and look forward to a weekend of whatever he wanted.

If only he knew what he was in for.

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Owen frowned the following morning when light was pouring into his bedroom. With the blackout blinds he knew he owned he wasn't sure why that would have been saved for them falling down in the night.

"What on-"

The sound of his voice made Owen pause. That wasn't his voice. That was the voice of someone half his age.

He leapt out of bed and found a nearby mirror, only to stop short at what he saw.

Owen couldn't have looked older than 21. Tight and toned without being bulky, his body looked like someone naturally athletic who barely tried to look effortlessly hot. Someone with the advantages of youth on their side. He looked incredible if he allowed himself to think that. Young, handsome and more hung than he was used to, it was all a lot.

Owen's first stop before he figured out how this all happened was to jerk off. A young hot body and a slightly above average cock left little other priorities for a man that hadn't had abs this sculpted ever. So if he took some time in front of the mirror, in the bed and in the adjoining shower to 'appreciate' himself then who could blame him?

Stroking that cock, flexing his perfect body, all of it was so new and different from what he was used to. He was lucky if he had it in him for once a day before, but he'd cum three times by the time he was finished and satisfied he was done. Oh the stamina of the young.

It was an hour after waking up he finally got around to actually trying to figure things out. A wallet revealed this guy's name was Troy Davis, 20 years old and Canadian. So location wise he was a country away from the US where he'd always lived, and over two decades away in age.

There was something that caught his eye he'd missed the first time though. A letter in an ink that almost glowed on the page, pinned to the mirror where he could have sworn it wasn't before. He snatched it up, especially when he saw his own name at the top...

Owen

In need of some rejuvenation in your life, here's your chance. The LifeCorp Lottery has landed you with a chance to take up the life of someone else. We've taken a selection based on your desires and put you in a life we think you'll enjoy!

Not happy? No worries!

You can select a new life from those around you. Just kiss someone with the intention of becoming them and you'll find yourself in their life! Whoever you are by Monday morning will be you forever!

We hope you enjoy whatever new self you choose to be!

Our best,

LifeCorp Lottery Team

So he could become anyone he met, and he had all weekend to decide? He could keep this life or take any other he wished? Now he just had to figure out what he wanted, but he was definitely going to explore his options.

Troy here was a looker, a young, cocky jock type just coming into his own with limitless potential. Someone he could make into whoever he wanted. But was that the life he dreamed of?

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