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From a fleshie's view - Part 1

As soon as I finished my exercise routine at the gym, I went to the bathroom to urinate. As I did, I thought I heard a laugh or something, but when I entered, the bathroom was empty, maybe my mind just trolled me. When I finished, I washed my hands, and taking advantage of the fact that I was alone there, I decided to take off my shirt and show my good body to take a photo that I would publish on my instagram.

However, when I was taking a photo in front of the mirror, I felt something cold that was getting more and more into my ear, and then I felt a little dizzy.

"Hmm... Fuck, everything I could do with a body like this" were the words that came out of my mouth... But I didn't mean to say them!

"What was happening here?!" I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth, it was just like a thought.

My body moved and took another photo "Damn, I can't wait to put this body to use, hehehe" my body said... How the hell does this happen?!

"Wow, wow wow, don't worry, pretty boy, I'm just a ghost, I saw you and I took your body, and I'll only use you to enjoy, you're gay, right? You're more at bottom, aren't you? By the way, I'm Dave" said the ghost that controlled me...

What the hell?! Does this being believe that he can go and control me like that?!

"Soon you will beg me not to go, you will see" I said, I mean, Dave said using me, then he took another photo with my cell phone. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun." 😈

I don't know what to expect from this.

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Turn Back Time

They say life peaks at 25. It’s all downhill from there. As a 40-year-old, I can assure you that it doesn’t get any better than this. I have no family, friends drifted one by one, my hair disappeared when I was 30,  I live in a crappy apartment with a shitty neighbor and top it all off, I’m a virgin. It’s a pity on how much of a loser I am. 

I try to escape this sad excuse of existence by reminiscing the old days - like when I was in college. Back when I woke up late are the worst of my worries, not my physician’s recommendation that I get my prostates checked for cancer. I yearn for the days when my friends are still around, pushing me to do reckless shit behind our parent’s backs. Like that time when we raided my dad’s alcohol cabinet and took a joyride in the town airstrip. Or that time when Henry, God rest his soul, pushed me to confess to Cole. We were twenty, still green by that time, but amidst red-flushed embarrassment, I was ready for your acceptance. You weren’t handsome like James McEvans, but you’re cute when you smile. I loved it when I twirled my curly hair and playfully stole my things till I’m red and angry. We are friends but I wanted it to be more than that. If it weren’t for Henry, I wouldn’t gain the courage to confess to you. I was afraid that you’d reject me. And well, that’s what you did. My heart broke into a million pieces - then you gave me that sad excuse that you weren’t ready. For a moment, I thought there was a chance that you’d accept my proposal. It took me till the graduation that my hopes were just delusions. We walked our different paths in life. I stayed in our hometown while you went abroad to work the job your parents aspired to have. Last I saw you were in a casket, death by stress due to overworking. Even in death, you still had that cute smile you gave me in life.

Those were the good old days. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. I just hate how lackluster our ending was. If I had a chance to turn it all back again, I wanted to fix everything. I wanted a miracle, and by some deity who has heard me, a miracle was received.

I woke up in a bed with more pillows than usual. It’s so cold but I’m glad I have thick blankets to cover me. It’s as if I was sleeping in a different bed. When I stretched my limbs, I was surprised by how quickly I did it. I looked at my arms in confusion and saw it differently. It’s shorter, has less hair and my fingers are a delicate pink. Not only that, but my entire body changed into that of a guy in his early 20s. When I looked in the mirror, my heart nearly fell out when I saw a familiar sight I haven’t seen in years.

I‘m Cole Dylan. Bu- But he was dead? Cole didn’t look like this when he died. No - I look like Cole when he was younger, back when we were in college. I looked for the Calendar, and sure enough, I am in the past but in Cole’s body. I don’t know how this happened or why, but that’s not important. I’m back in the prime of my life. This will be a chance to turn events in my favor. 

But first, I took a moment to admire Cole’s body in the mirror. He trained his body and it’s evident in the light musculature of his limbs. And like what I’ve described him in the past, he’s far from being handsome. Rather, he’s cute with his short-cropped obsidian hair, rosy flushed cheeks, and thin pink lips. His eyes, brown and full, twinkled in the light. I smiled at myself and lost to the excitement because I still considered the reflection as him. In my mind, that’s him smiling at me, whispering sweet-laced words that made my heart throb harder.

One by one, my clothes dropped on the floor. As a “Wheel of Fortune” game, every piece revealed only served to heighten my excitement. The last time I saw him naked was in memories of memories, and now, I can touch his abdominal muscles and trace the crevasses separating them. My pits smell like hard sweat mixed with Fabric conditioner. I thought I had forgotten this smell but one sniff made me remember it all. His smell was the reason why I fell for him in the first place. We were seatmates and he always smelled this way. It’s pungent yet it fills you in a good way. Once my shirt hit the ground, I undressed my boxers, revealing a piece I hungered for in ages past. It’s not as humongous as I expected, but it’s not minuscule either. It’s more on the longer end of average penises. He has conservative parents so I expected him to be circumcised. It’s a surprise to see that he’s not. I pulled the foreskin and saw the cute pink tip peek at me. It’s cute. I thank whoever made me experience all of this.

I took the time to know every inch of my body well. I scrubbed my skin with soap whilst my head spread it on every corner of my skin. I rubbed the areas behind my ear, my lovely cheeks, and even my nipple who grew alive at the slightest of touch. I scoured my groin and cleaned my balls, shaft, and the inside of my foreskin. This body is so sensitive, yet so tender and meaningful. I wanted to do the thing right now like I always did in the shower when I was young. I wanted to feel it again, the pleasure robbed from me by age. This youthful body screamed at me to just do it, to revel in the hormones given by my body, but I have plans and doing it would ruin it all. And so, with great willpower, I acted against it. 

I dressed in a school uniform, took breakfast with Cole’s parents, and went to school. It took a long while before I found the right road which leads to the campus. A long time has passed since I took this road, and it’s a whole lot different then. Nevertheless, I reached the campus and went to an all so nostalgic rooftop garden where my friends meet every morning. There, I met Henry who brought a rush of memories when I saw his face. I always imagined him as the fat friend but now that he’s there smiling like a retard, I surmised that he’s just chubby, which is perfect since he would look like a bear in the future. Beside him, is me, my past self smiling at the sight of my face. It’s a shame that I forgot what I looked like at this age. Who could blame me? I’m too shy to have my pictures taken. I never thought about how good-looking I was. I smiled like a dork who’s too self-conscious about every move he makes. I sat beside myself and asked them what’s up.

“Nothing,” Henry said with a cheeky chuckle “but Dylan here has something to say. I better leave you two before I mess something up.” And with that, he’s gone, leaving only me and myself alone in this verdant lounge. At that moment, it struck me. I get what’s happening. This is the moment where I was supposed to confess my infatuation with Cole. And I thought, today wasn’t that day and I’ll be the one confessing to him.

“Cole,” Dylan said, his voice quavering in anxiety, “We’ve been classmates for a year now and Henry pushed me into this. So, here it goes. I think I’m in love with you. Can you be my boyfriend?” He said that last part with his eyes wide open, and cheeks and ears as red as apples. Fuck, looking at myself is melting my heart. 

In the past, Cole didn’t say anything. He just smiled and apologized for making me infatuated with him. He said he fancied the idea but he thinks it’s not the right time to be with someone. But now, I could change all that with a simple ‘yes’.

“Really!?”

“Yes, you dork. I want to be your boyfriend.” I said it as Cole would have said it. I touched his chin and carried his lips into mine. He tasted like peppermint hinted with maple syrup from morning’s breakfast. It was a small kiss but it left him in a steaming daze. “Boyfriends kiss each other, yes?”

“Heh… yes”

The bell rang.

“See you after class,” I said with a wink.

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Love to Be You

“You what?” He said as he looked down on you. An annoyed expression on his tired and sweaty face. Not weird since you had interrupted him in the middle of his workout.

“I’d love to be you. I want to know how it feels like to have a body as huge and thick like yours, as sweaty and smelly as yours, and I especially want to know how that beard of yours feel against my cheeks.” You said proudly, not even slightly embarrassed or weirded out by your own confession. After all, you held all the powers in your hands.

“What the hell? What kind of creep are y-” He tried to say in disgust, but you didn’t let him finish. Catching him off guard you lept towards him and crashed your lips together. Taste of his coffee-flavoured saliva entered your mouth and his wonderfully scratchy beard rubbed against your face.

Completely shocked at what was happening, he stared at you wide-eyed for a few seconds before trying to push you off. However, he was too sore and tired to get you off, and his sweaty hands didn’t help either. Instead they just slipped around your own naked torso before falling straight down dangling.

Of course, you knew what was actually going on, that the process had already begun; The transferal of your life essences. It would take a few minutes, but thankfully you had caught him in the early hours of the gym where nobody had come in yet. You knew exactly where he’d be and when since you’ve been following him around for the last few months.

You stared straight into his terrified and disgusted copper-colored eyes for a few minutes, even taking the chance to rub one of your hands around his sweaty beefy muscular chest and then give the pecs a nice squeeze. Then, the last part of the process happened and you felt incredibly nauseated. Like a feeling of vomit travelling up your throat and trying to escape through your mouth. You watched as the same must be happening to the man before you, looking just as concerned at you before his copper eyes rolled back. Right as yours did too…

As you regained some of you senses, you felt yourself swallowing something right before it settled down in your stomach. Your vision was blurry and unfocused but you could still make out a figure in front of you, incredibly close and kissing you. It lasted a few more seconds before you suddenly felt yourself shoved and had to take a few steps back. Your center of gravity felt off so you almost fell on your back, but managed to catch yourself onto one of the exercise equipment. The figure before you didn’t seem to be as lucky though and fell down onto the floor with a loud thud. Taking a second to recollect yourself, you vision returned just in time to look up and see the figure in front of you screaming and pointing at you.

“Y-y-you’re me?!” He said, shocked that he was looking at his reflection moving on its own.

“Yes… Yes I am.” You said with a smug grin as you found yourself rubbing and savouring the feeling of your wonderfully scratchy cheeks. God did it feel even better from the inside.

“W-what did you do?” He asked panicking, trying to heave himself off the floor.

“Nothing really. I just transferred my life essence into your body, and yours into mine. Just correcting what nature must’ve mixed up…” You answered confidently as you were flexing both your arms and taking a whiff of your musky armpit stench. You felt tall and strong, yet incredibly sore and sweaty. But most of all, down there you felt so so… sticky.

He, however just realized how much weaker and weirder he felt. Looking down he finally understood what you had talked about as he sat there on the floor in your former and less impressive body. It wasn’t a bad body per se, but definitely nothing compared to the massive sexy beast he used to be. Sexy? Was he suddenly attracted to his own body? He kept touching and feeling your former body up, clearly disappointed by it before looking back up to see that you were gone, a trail of clothes scattered about. Picking himself up, he adjusted himself to his new form before walking along the trail of clothes leading to the weight room. The sound of grunting echoing from within.

Not surprisingly, you have torn the drenched clothes off your sweaty body and found yourself in front of the weight room mirrors. Completely at awe at your new naked form, you spent no time walking up and giving your reflection a kiss. Before long you found yourself admiring every inch of your new sexy body and massaging your muscular pecs, all while you kept stroking your massive cock. The way the sweat glistened on your chest, the euphoric expressions your scruffy face did, and the smell oozing around you were too much. With a loud roar you came all over the gym mirror, splashing some of the weights around you and even getting some of it mixed into the sweat on your stomach. You felt so strong, confident and in complete control.

You were just about to bend down and taste some of your own semen from the mirror when you heard some shuffling from the entrance of the room. Standing there quietly was your former body looking hungrily and flustered at you. You could tell exactly what he wanted.

“Want a taste?”

Both you and your former body happily licked up the semen from the mirror before having a long nice shower together… Although you were both sweaty again once you fucked yourself in the locker room.

You both left the gym happy and content, and right before the other gym-goers started coming in too. He brought you to your new apartment and showed you around, and you even agreed to let him stay. In the end you got everything you ever wanted - a brand new body and a boyfriend. Life was finally good.

…or atleast until “your” new step-brother came into the picture… But that is perhaps a story for another time.

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"For the hundredth time, I don't want to go out now, let me finish" Edward said to the claims of his ghost friend.

"Oh come on Eddie, we both know you're not the type of man to read, so leave that book behind and let's have fun," asked Stuart. "Also, if you don't want to go out, why do you dress like this?"

"I'm just comfortable" he replied still concentrated.

"Well Eddie, you leave me no other choice" Stuart said floating out of sight of Edward, who read again.

"Wh-what?" Stuart floated over Edward, covering his body with his ectoplasm, making him to lean back. "What is this? It feels strange, but... Ouh... O... Hmm..." he was groaning, the feeling was strangely pleasurable. The ectoplasm entered little by little into the body of Edward, who enjoyed the experience, generating an erection.

"Oh yeah, that feels really good... Fu... Fuck...!" he exclaimed when all the ectoplasm entered his body, and he found himself being possessed by his friend Stuart.

"Boy, you did enjoy it" came out of Edward's mouth, but it was Stuart who controlled him "Let's take care of that dick, and we'll go to the gay bar on the corner to finally get more fun."

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Quickies: Unsuitable

Coach Hardwood tried to shout but it was useless, his mouth was gagged by a jockstrap. Whereas, his hands and feet were tied up to a chair. His eyes used to be covered, by the cloth on his eyes got removed. Once his vision got clearer, he saw where he was. The boys’ locker room. In front of him, with the same stupid smirk, there was Shawn Bradman. He used to be the team quarterback before the coach kicked him off. 

“Sup coach, how it’s going?” asked Shawn.

“Uuumpf!” groaned the coach, which roughly translated as “You motherfucker.”

Shawn pulled out a some kind of contraption that looked like a laser gun. The coach shook as the blonde athlete aimed the weapon at him.

“Don’t worry coach, I won’t kill you. Just turn you into a suit.”

The jock pulled the trigger and a zap of red energy got shot. As soon as it touched the coach, electricity traveled him. The coach got shocked until nothing but a realistic mask was left of him. Shawn chuckled before he put the mask on.

“Well, coach, sorry but- UNG?!”

The mask tightened on Shawn’s face and gave him a splitting headache. Shawn it was part of the transformation process, but something was weird. As he rubbed the coach’s mustache, he felt it disappear and become smooth. Panicking, Shawn opened a locker and checked hs reflection. The mask was turning into Shaw!

“What the fuck?! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” shouted Shawn.

“Seems like you got outfoxed, kiddo,” said the coach’s voice in his mind.

“You old man? You’re supposed to be gone!”

“Oh don’t worry, coach Hardwood will disappear. He will take permanent holidays inside your young body!” announced the man.

The mask started to force into his skin and merge with his bulky neck.

“UUUNGGG! You can’t! It’s my body you old man! NOOO!”

Shawn screamed and fought. He trashed his body against the locker, but it was useless as the mask took over his body.

“NOOOO-AAARGGGHHHHH!” screamed Shawn before he passed out.

Slowly, the jock stood up.

“Hehe, that twink was right,” Shawn said with Hardwood’s voice.

The jock rubbed his youthful hands over his beefy pecs and six-pack. Then, he flexed his veiny arms.

“Hmm, could need more muscle on. We have plenty of time to better them anyway,” Hardwood said.

The coach noticed the opened locker and checked his reflection in the mirror. His new face was a fusion of his and Shawn. His host’s eyes used to be blue but were now green. The jock’s blonde buzzcut was also replaced by Hardwood’s brown hair. The coach lifted his right arm and saw his armpit hair turn brown too. He took a whiff of them and smiled. It had the scent of youth and testosterone.

“And now, time for the main dish.”

Hardwood stripped himself off his pants and cooed. He had an eight-inches long monster under, and it was not even fully erected. The coach laughed and fondled his borrowed shaft, which send a sensual wave through his virile body.

“Oh oh oh, I can’t wait to test it out.”

Suddenly, he heard a commotion. It was Zachary, the inventor of the so called “bodysuit-gun.”

“Zach, my man.” Shawn tapped Zachary on the shoulder.

“Coach, is that you?” he asked.

“In the flesh,” the coach said with a flawless smirk.

“Oh okay… Well, I have to go.”

“Wait.” Shawn grabbed him by the arm. “ I saw how you used to look at him before… Plus my body is really horny right now.”

Zachary blushed as the coach pushed him down on his knees.

“You’re gonna be a good boy, won’t you?” Hardwood said as slapped Zach with his fuckstick.

The twink nodded and opened his mouth. Shawn/Hardwood laughed. He was going to have a lot of fun with his new host.

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Story: Trainer Transfer

“Subscriber cannot be reached, please try again later.”

“Dammit.” That was my tenth call this hour and he still hasn’t picked up his phone.

I check my wrist, beside my watch was a timer with a rubber strap. The LED looked like it was an ordinary digital watch, black numbers with a greyish-green background. Today was the only day I’ve seen it glow red and instead of the number of days, it displays an actual timer.

23:48

What’s even more terrifying is that it started ringing when the timer hit 23:59. This never happened in the past four months that I had this. Everything was going south today.

I check the time on my watch.

10:34

He should have been in the gym a hour ago, but there was no sign of him when I came to check thirty minutes ago. The moment I noticed that he hasn’t sent me a morning message today should have been a sign for me to move, but I ignored it. I wasn’t prepared to face the consequences if I don’t find him in time.

Mind transfer technology, people had hyped this idea but when it actually became reality, people had realized how sketchy the whole deal would be. They quickly realized that not everyone was excited about the idea of another person wearing having their face. The process wasn’t illegal but you had to go through a lot of paperwork to make it happen and it’s generally frowned upon to the public.

I was one of those people crazy enough to actually do it. I had my reasons, mostly curiosity and the fact that I did save up for this because I wanted to see how it’ll pan out for me. No one could rebut my decision since my only living family were my siblings and they lived in other cities for work, I had friends but none of them were close, and my job was home-based. Even if someone had my face, they couldn’t ruin my life since there wasn’t much to destroy anyway.

According to articles online, one of the top reasons for doing this was physical freedom. Someone who was paralyzed for a long time was suddenly given the opportunity to move again. Yeah, those types of things were headline worthy. Of course, that also meant that someone was completely willing to be paralyzed for some time, which lead to moral debates about the whole process.

The other reason, which was the one that I picked, was fitness. Imagine an overweight person wanting to lose weight, but couldn’t bring themselves to put effort into doing it. So, have someone put the effort for you. In my case, I wasn’t dealing with health issues, I was just an average joe.

The initial process was tedious, just paperwork after paperwork. Medical records, legal documents, and consent forms seemed endless, but I guess it was to stop any potential legal loopholes from happening. The next part was simple, picking a trainer. Turns out my document had been passed around to their employees, again, it was part of the contracts that permitted them to do just that. It wasn’t easy to decide either, since picking a trainer would mean that I had to wear their face for a certain amount of time.

I made my decision within a week.

Maryn Kocinski.

Honestly, I aimed for someone who had the closest life to mine and he fit the bill. He had few living family and a fresh college graduate. I only graduated a year ago. Shortly after making my decision, they had to fly the guy here.

It took a few days before I had a chance to actually meet him. It was kinda funny, seeing him in person in a business attire with a ‘How to English for dummies’ book in his hands. Despite that, he manages to make a great conversation with me.

I told him some crucial things like my allergies to seafood. He simply just told me not to get his body to the hospital. Once that exchange was done, we were asked to enter the transfer room.

The machine was massive probably as big as a supercomputer, attached to it were two chairs with helmets attached to it. The helmets was like putting on a bicycle helmet, except they had to tape some wires around your head. Once that was done, the transfer begun.

The process itself was painless, but it was like something forcefully stopping your thoughts for a brief moment. When I open my eyes, the immediate response was like my brain just kicked, my thoughts were in a scramble. Once that feeling cleared, that’s when I noticed my change in clothes, from a casual wear to a business suit.

When the doctors assisted in getting the equipment off of me, mentally adjusting to moving was another issue. My sense of balance and depth perception had been thrown off, putting more weight on one leg immediately results to me losing balance, and I misjudge how far things were, I end up pushing the things I was reaching for.

The next thing the doctors did was to escort me to a room that looked like a fitting room. It only had a bench and a massive mirror on the wall. I guess it was a way of tricking your brain that the person in the mirror was you. It worked pretty well, whenever I move my limbs or my face, Maryn mimics the action.

“I am Kieran Castillo.” My brain tells me that I was the one who said it but I could only hear Maryn’s voice. It was surreal.

The whole thing felt like a bizarre dream when I walk out of the room and see myself standing outside the room. Well, it’s Maryn but he has my face and body now. Shockingly, his expression tells me that he’s taking this as calm as possible and not freaking out like I was.

A light smile appears on my/his face. “You like it?”

I clench a fist, the light sounds of popping followed. It felt great to be honest, I could lot of power being exerted into one action. I turn to him, while avoiding eye contact, and nod.

We shook hands and the doctors came in to hand us some documents and the timers. Once we signed the documents, they filled us in with the crucial details. One was that the switch needs to happen again within two weeks, otherwise we’ll be stuck in each other’s bodies permanently. The timers were there to keep us aware how much time we have before that happens. Aside from that, we were allowed to live life as normally as we possibly could, in Maryn’s case he has to keep his side of the deal while doing that.

On the way out, they handed me a brief case that I needed to open. It had my personal belongings like my phone and my wallet, legal documents with my name but with Maryn’s face on it, and unfamiliar clothes but were clearly used, most likely Maryn’s.

The first thing I did was to contact my older siblings, I did mention whole transfer thing to them a few weeks prior, but they never knew I actually did it. They were floored when they saw what my borrowed face looked like, my brother laughed while my sister was fuming. My sister did finish law after all, it was no surprise that she gave me a quick lecture about the potential risks involved. My brother just asked me to take care of myself.

The next person I talked to was my supervisor, the company doesn’t know about what I did but I still needed to show my face during online conferences. They brought my excuse that my equipment wasn’t functioning properly, my borrowed voice helped make the ruse more convincing. In the end, I was allowed to join conferences with just audio.

Getting back to my life with another person’s face wasn’t so bad. I hardly notice the difference except when I had to leave my apartment. I get stares from others since they see me as a foreigner, they even go as far as to talk behind my back thinking that I wouldn’t understand what they’re saying if they said it in our native language. People were amazed when I throw a remark at their way in the same language.

This went on for two weeks, I contacted Maryn when the timer was at 1 Day.

I haven’t Maryn since the transfer, when I saw him that day, the change was obvious. My body had gotten a little bulkier, apparently that was enough for him to start wearing sleeveless shirts and shorts, clothes that I would never wear if I was in my body.

We switched back, went to our normal routines for a week, then came back here to switch back. Each time that I got my body back, the more bulkier it got. The process was a rinse and repeat kind of thing for four months.

In the past four months, I’ve been receiving messages from Maryn regarding what kind of routine and diet he had put my body through. I didn’t bother replying, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting me to. Today was the only day that he hasn’t sent me a message, it took me a few hours before I started to worry.

I attempted to call him again, still nothing. I stare at the mirror, a familiar face stares back at me. It wasn’t me, yet I’ve seen this person in the mirror more often than the person that was supposed to be me.

“Maryn, where the hell are you?”

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"Now, do you wanna tell me who the fuck are you actually or should I find it by myself? One thing for sure, you are not my boyfriend,"

"Well, what about if you just pretend that I'm him and fuck the shit out of me? Not like the cheater, swing-both-ways motherfucker planned to stop drilling his dick into your older sister's pussy anytime soon,"

"You son of a bitch. How the fuck you know that?"

"Let's just say that I know a lot of things about you and your boyfriend, despite your tight lips this whole time acting all cool and normal with him and to the society as if you didn't know about your boyfriend's affair,"

"If you know so much about him, then start acting like one until I cannot differentiate you from the real one, fucker,"

"As you wish, babe," the impostor said as he suddenly flipped Antonio and now he's the one on the top, ready to pounce Antonio's hungry hole that has craved for his own boyfriend's penetration since ages ago

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I somehow cannot stop kissing my own bulge and he's been looking at me the way I would see a scrawny nerd kissing the shit out of the outline of my dick from my rather reeked underwear that still soiled from crazy workout just a couple minutes ago. Fuck, I'm so ashamed now but I legit cannot stop, it's like as if his mentality ride over me and make decision that suit his personality while he embraced my persona too, but I assume with a little more control as I will flip in reality if a gay nerd like this trying to make an approach to me and acting as if he could kiss my dick and left scot-free

This is bad, he said that we would swap back if I am able to say that I'm bored and hated being him but so far this body only moaned and tell countless gratitude "for the privilige to taste you in your absolute masculine moment," as if I'm enjoying all of this! No, this has to stop, I cannot end in his body for good!

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Vida regalada

Ohh vaya, ya no sentía esta juventud desde hace años, Edgar tienes una gran polla apesar de tu corta edad, veamos *saca el teléfono*

Uffs eres joven y además rico no me imagino que haré en tu vida, y pensar que ayer era tu profesor de Quimica. . . Oh cierto tengo que contar cómo llegué aquí

Hace un tiempo mi amigo Marck y yo Zack estuvimos trabajando en encontrar el quinto estado de la materia, pero todo termino mal y explotamos, literalmente explotamos jaja trate de hablar pero no pude, mi cuerpo ya no era sólido se había transformado en un falso estado gaseoso no podría explicarlo, bueno gracias a esa transformación obtuve un "poder" nuevo como un regalo por mi experimento fallido, no supe nada de mi amigo. . . Bueno espero que esté bien, el aire me arrastraba a la ventilación hasta que salí afuera y estaba en la calle, *Crashhhh* algo me había golpeado y sentí como me introducia dentro de algo como por un tubo

Cuando recuperé la conciencia note que ya no flotaba en el aire, ahora otra vez tenía un cuerpo, pero . . . Oh rayos, recogí el teléfono del pavimento y note el reflejo de uno de mis estudiantes era Edgar él vive unas manzanas más adelante seguramente había salido a correr no es ese sujeto que sea deportista pero mierda me siento bien, estoy sudando y cansado me falta un poco el aire, inhaló y exhaló se siente tan bien respirar me siento joven! Bien Edgar vamos a Casa, oh rayos es raro caminar con tus piernas, casi tropiezo con otro sujeto que pasaba corriendo, -lo siento ~No te preocupes

Jaja tonto camine de regreso a mi casa, no iba a bajar al sotano al laboratorio, podría ser peligroso, tengo que recoger unas cosas para ver cómo podía regresar a la normalidad . . .y esa es la historia de cómo estoy ahora parado en el espejo con el cuerpo de uno de mis estudiantes

Me podría acostumbrar a ti Edgar, *saque mi nuevo pene* y comenzar a manipularlo, se excito muy rápido, ohh un poco de precum Estaba saliendo seguí estimulando tocando mi pecho ahhh~ se siente bien, oh mierda me siento bien volviendo a ser joven . . . Ahhh, ahhh aghhh había ensuciado todo el suelo con semen, no había eyaculado de esa forma antes, seguramente Edgar era ese tipo de sujeto recto con su polla por qué eso aparentaba con este paquete completamente recto

Escuché ruidos en la sala, ¿Sería un ladrón? Mierda seguramente fue raro que me metiera con el cuerpo de Edgar a mi casa, los vecinos son muy escandalosos, salí por la ventana del baño como pude y corrí hasta a mí nueva casa, me sentía bien lleno de energía y juventud, cuando me metí a la casa de Edgar, pude ver a su hermano mayor o no lo sé, solo subí al segundo piso, ahhh dónde la habitación de este tonto? La encontré gire la perilla y me metí y cerré rápidamente la puerta, cuando exploraba el cuarto escuché que tocaban la puerta

~Oh vamos cariño, vine a casa a pasar un buen rato contigo, en unas horas tengo que salir de la ciudad

•Lo siento no me siento con energía (No sabía que Edgar tenía novio, ni siquiera si era Gay)

~Por lo menos despídete de mí

•(Extrañamente me emocionaba tener novio, incluso si este cuerpo no me perteneciera, no quiero arruinar las cosas) Espera amor

*Abrí la puerta pero en ese momento él se abalanzó sobre mi y me besó caímos sobre la cama él era más grande y fuerte* hasta que sentí ganas de vomitar, sentía como salía del cuerpo de Edgar y me introducia al de su novio

Ahh ah ah, mierda mierda, mi respiración era muy pesada, trate de levantarme pero apenas podía mantenerme de pie, AHHHHG tome el control, Edgar estaba tirado en la cama como si estuviera desmayado, pero me siento bien hago estiramientos y me meto al baño de la habitación

Wow! Lindo novio Edgar jaja, bueno ahora este es mi cuerpo, ahh me siento caliente

Vayaa! Está pene se siente aún mejor jeje, me siento fuerte

*Desabrochó mi pantalón* jaja realmente me siento caliente, supongo que mi novio no se molestará que me masturbe, me fui a la cama y me acomodé, ahí estaba Edgar solo lo bese mientras estaba ahí desmayado, mi polla se sentía aún mas apretada en los boxers la saco ya completamente erecta y me masturbo saco mi teléfono para tomar unos vídeos jajs se siente bien ser joven me terminó por correr sobre mi sudadera, mierda la ensucie, tome una sudadera sucia de Edgar y me la puse, olía bien

*Mensaje nuevo*

Ummm quien le habla a este tipo, oh cierto él tiene que salir de la ciudad, bien veamos a dónde nos lleva

Baje a la sala tome las cosas de este tipo y le dejé un recado a mi novio (Nos vemos en un par de días amor, te quiere tu novio) saque las llaves del carro y sabía que iniciaba una nueva vida, podía ser quién sea !!

*Mensaje nuevo* Otra vez? Oh vaya, es el padre de este tipo, hmm veamos

~Papá: Hola Frank, ya subí al avión corre si no quieres perder el vuelo y perder tiempo en esperar otro, tu asiento esta alado del mío pasando el pasillo, ¡Corre!~ bueno por lo menos sé ahora mi nombre, me apresure en llegar, aborde el avión y tenía el asiento XX mire alado y había un sujeto saludandome

MIERDA Él es muy caliente para ser padre de este tipo, devolví el saludo, creo que me gusta mucho, no puedo esperar a estar a solas con él

El vuelo duro unas horas, y paso muy rápido, mi padre me saludo y me abrazo, lo aparte rápidamente mi polla reaccionó a su abrazo, discimule escondiendo mi erección con mi mochila.

Hasta que llegamos al auto, iríamos a un Starbucks, el pidió un té, yo no tenía apetito de nada, era ahora cuando tenía que actuar.

~Te pasa algo hijo? Te noto raro, quieres que lo hablemos?

• Papá, siento algo raro dentro de mi

~Tranquilo, ¿Que es lo que sucede?

•(Él realmente luce preocupado por su hijo esto será divertido) P-papá creo que me gustas tú

Él solo se quedó sorprendido y no dijo nada

•Papá, me gusta tu físico, tu voz, tu aroma, tus piernas, me gusta todo de ti umm jaja, ¿Me dejarías ser papá por un rato? Jeje

~¿Que es lo que estás diciendo?! Déjate de estupidec. . .

*En ese momento lo bese* y sentí como abandonaba el cuerpo de este chico para meterme en el de su padre, mi escencia llenaba su boca y me introducia dentro de él, llenando cada parte de él, cuando abrí los ojos ya no estaba en el cuerpo de Frank el novio de Edgar estaba viendo los shorts ajustados de su papá

Podia ver todo el vello que cubria este cuerpo, sus brazos y hasta mis nuevas piernas JAJAJA, por fin alguien grande como mi antiguo cuerpo, mi "hijo" estaba desmayado en el asiento del copiloto, es hora de investigar este apuesto cuerpo, conducí hasta donde me llevo el GPS parecía el departamento donde se quedarían estos dos, llegué al estacionamiento, tengo que saber más sobre este cuerpo, su nombre, su trabajo, dónde trabajo, TODO, deje a mi hijo en el auto y me apure a ir al departamento, este sujeto debe ser dueño de alguna empresa jaja este departamento se ve bien para mi, fui a mi recamara dónde ví por primera vez este lindo cuerpo mio, *Alarma discusión del nuevo proyecto* mierda justo cuando quiero disfrutar mi nuevo cuerpo tiene que trabajar, me apresure y me vestí con algo rápido, a este cuerpo le sientan bien los trajes

Cuando salí de mi recamara, estaba mi hijo acostado en el sillón, me dijo que se sentía mal, saque mi billetera oh carajo, este sujeto si que es rico, ni siquiera se cuándo billetes le di a mi hijo y le dije que fuera al doctor, papi tiene que trabajar, salí y subí de nuevo al coche, puse el GPS para que me llevará al trabajo, revise mi teléfono y en mis correos el asistente de este cuerpo me decía todo lo que tenía que hacer hoy, y temas sobre el debate de hoy, no es difícil, al parecer mi cuerpo actual se llamaba Fernando no suena mal además era él jefe de la empresa XXXXXXx, llegue a la oficina y me recibió un apuesto chico, él era mi asistente, tengo que aceptar que parece un modelo y que no debería estar perdiendo su tiempo en ser un asistente, podría ganar mucho más, pero bueno, fue un día totalmente loco, pero aprendí a usar mi nuevo poder

Al día siguiente

*Mensaje Nuevo*

"ZACK, Soy yo Marck, supongo que te ha pasado todo lo que a mí hoy, mi cuerpo ha desaparecido y ahora puedo poseer personas, estoy dentro de un sujeto que pasaba corriendo enfrente de tu casa, ví que uno de tus estudiantes se metió y cuando trate de alcanzarlo me metí dentro de un corredor, cuando recuperé la conciencia y me metí a buscarte ya no estabas y menos tu estudiante, llámame, estoy muy confundido, esto es muy raro por favor llama"

Oh Marck no sabe el gran regalo que nos dió ese experimento, me tomé una foto

"¿Te gusta Marck? Este es mi nuevo cuerpo, espero que te guste, si quieres verme estoy en XXXXXXXX toma el vuelo más rápido a XXXX XXXX te estaré esperando" le envié ese mensaje

"Ese eres tu Marck? No te puedo creer, eres realmente sexy"

Marck siempre me agrado y me trató bien, él me apoyo, pero quiero estar con él otra vez trabajando, quizá pueda poseer a mi asistente, ¡SI! Él cuerpo de mi asistente le gustará. Fui al trabajo y ahí estaba el futuro cuerpo de Marck cuando se descuido, lo tome por el cuello, lo deje sin aire hasta que se desmayo, bien veamos que tienes empacado, comenze a quitar su traje, y fui ahí donde supe que era un buen cuerpo, el tenía un lindo cuerpo y una linda cara y no hablemos de aquel bulto en esos boxers, me gustaría también poseerlo, pero me gusta ser el jefe aquí y ser respetado, lo ate a una silla y tome una foto

Escribí un mensaje para Marck, "Te gustaría ser mi asistente? Por favor di que sí" Marck rápidamente contesto que si jajaja, sabía que no podía resistirse tampoco, solo tengo que esperar a que llegue Marck y tu mi asistente ya no serás más tú jajaja, no te preocupes, pienso que Marck y yo podíamos dejarlos por otros cuerpos mejores, pero ustedes serían una base para regresar y que no se note el extraño comportamiento jajaja qué buen regalo!!

AYUDA me quedo sin ideas, si quieres alguna historia no dudes en mandarme mensaje uwu

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Something definitely makes his way inside of this dude

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Who’d you Possess?

Auctions are going on an indefinite hiatus for now as I continue try to garner inspiration and motivation again. I’m really sorry y’all, but I will start them up in the future. In the meanwhile, I’m curious which jock you’d possess.

On the left is a football jock named Ryder. He’s outgoing, light-spirited, and a hard worker. On the right is a bad boy jock named Jake. He’s serious, heartthrob and also a big time player. Let me know below which jock you’d go for and what kinds of things you’d do as them 😉

Personally I’d love to dive into Ryder’s toned body while stripping and worshipping my new abs, pecs, and cock. But what would really get me is making out with the bad boy Jake as Ryder and having him blow me until Ryder’s dick is dry.

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I walked along the driveway of the expensive looking estate, I knew I shouldn't be here, but I needed to see Claire again.

"What are you doing here?" I strong deep voice with a accent.

I turned to see a giant of a man wearing black jeans and a vest. He was effortlessly pushing a wheelbarrow which contained a huge boulder of granite.

"Who are you?" he asked with a tinge on annoyance in his voice. I couldn't answer him, I was too busy looking at his huge chest and arms. "What do you want here?" he asked again.

Blinking I came back to my senses and looked him in his... his handsome face. "I've come to see Claire."

He lowered the barrow and crossed his arms, his biceps swelled even further. "You know Ms. Claire?" he asked jerking his chin at me.

"Yes, we're--" I swallowed. "We're friend."

He grinned, "Like lovers?"

"Yes," I blushed.

"She is very nice, a kind lady. Always gracious to me, you're a lucky man." He thought for a moment and then added. "I can help you, follow me."

I followed the worker down a narrow path, he had an impressive build. He probably sees Claire all the time, and by the sounds of it she likes him as well. We continued around the back of the main building. He opened a door, and ushered me inside. It appeared to be a small apartment, there where vests and shirts discarded on the small couch. "Where are we," I asked.

"This is where I live, it's not much but it comes with the job."

"You're going to help me to see Claire--right?"

"Yes."

"Should I wait here?"

"For the moment," he replied and walked back towards the door. Before I could turn around I felt his strong arm around my chest. His other hand across my mouth. I tried to struggle free, but he was so strong. He walked me over a mirror that hung above the fireplace. "Don't struggle, and you won't get hurt."

I looked at our reflection in the mirror, the man was so much larger than me. I felt his beard tickle my shoulder as he whispered for me to relax.

Then is started a tightness that started in my legs, and slowly edged it way up my body. He released his grip, but I couldn't move or make a sound. All I could do was watch the reflection in the mirror.

A searing pain cut through my back, and I watched the man reposition himself behind me. The pain increased, and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my face. I felt very full, and my eyes grew wide as I watched shapes push their way down the sleeves of my shirt. The fabric tightened, almost ripping.

"Not much longer," the man whispered again. I could see him rolling his massive shoulders, and then the weight of his chest on my back. The burning spread across my back, and I watched as mu upper body swelled in size. Through my shirt I could see the man's chest, arms and traps stretching the fabric.

I finally gasped as I felt a pressure on the back of my head, and for a moment my vision went out of focus. I blinked a couple of times, and then realised it wasn't me blinking at all--I still had no control.

My reflection turned its head to the left and right. Carefully it unbuttoned the shirt so not to rip it. It lifted my undershirt over its head, and I heard the pops of a few threads burst as my bodies new biceps flexed. "Damn-it," I heard--a familiar voice, it was my own.

The reflection touched my newly improved body; the thick heavy chest, shoulders and arms, although now I was able to see the man's cobbled abs in relief under the surface of my own skin.

My body stepped up close to the mirror and spoke. "I've guessed you've figured it out now. I've taken your body, and I'm going to go and see Claire. She's spoken to me about you, and she tells me that she's getting impatient waiting for you to propose.

I try to scream, but nothing comes out. "So I'm going to be you, and propose. I'm not meant to be in this country, but now I'm an all American guy." He smiles at his reflection and touches his abs. "I'm going to have to lose everything I worked for," I watch as the man's muscle soften and vanish as my body returns to normal. "But after time, I'll push them back into place. I know you were envious of them," he chuckles settling the undershirt and buttoning the shirt.

The reflection was perfect again, just how I'd looked when I got dressed this morning. "Now I'm afraid, I'll have to say goodbye. You see for me to be able to access your thoughts and memories--to really be you, I need to put you to sleep." He smiled at me once again, and then my world went into darkness.

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A Body Jumper’s Sex Vacation Guide

by Space_Man2

Over the course of our long life span, we jumpers begin to have dreams of wandering every inch of the world - wanderlust as they call it. My colleagues had it when they were 140 years old. I had it when I was half that age. For us Body Jumpers, traveling the globe is as easy as possessing a guy going to the next city. Well, that is the essence of this guide. Nevertheless, a little dash of spice on your travel plans won’t hurt. So, read my tips and guide on how to give your trip some PIZZAZZ.

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Possessing my Sons

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

It has been 5 years since my wife died and I spent all those years drowning myself into different jobs just to provide a life of luxury for our two sons. Unbeknownst to me, the gap in our bond widens. I rarely stay at home and when I can, I expected some father and son bonding but both of my sons are occupied by their own plans. I also discovered that this two is not in good terms over a damn video game. I didn’t expect them to be this childish, especially Dan who is the eldest. He should be considerate of his younger brother Jan. This hurts my heart. They are brothers, they should love and respect each other.

To deal with my growing stress and depression, I masturbate multiple times a day be it at home or work. However within these past few months, I’m having trouble getting hard and my cum is lesser than what I consider normal. I consulted a doctor and I was told I am having an erectile dysfunction. This crumble my world. The only other thing which kept me sane for all those years is now gone. This hurt me further. 

I was kind of bored these past few days, I decided to look at some of our old stuff in the garage. I found an amulet and a century-old-looking book among my late wife’s belonging. Reading the book’s cover, it appears to be a family heirloom. My curiosity hits me and I read it further. It was a compilation of spells that can be used with the amulet. I always knew that my wife have a talent but not this much! The body possession spell caught my attention. According to the footnote, the possessing soul could make certain decisions that would reflect towards the host’s mind and body to think that those actions are done under their own volition. This may help me to know more about my sons so I could be a better father and adjust to their needs physically and mentally, and possibly put a remedy towards their brotherly fight.

I hurriedly clean all the mess in the garage and climbed into my room upstairs. I put the amulet around my neck and followed the book’s instructions. Few seconds after reading the spell ten times, I felt droopy and closed my eyes. I started to feel light as if I have no weight. When I open my eyes, I was kissing the ceiling. I am floating! I turn my back around and saw my body below me, sleeping peacefully. I practiced hovering inside my room and quickly mastered moving as a spirit. I tried touching some objects but my limbs keep on passing through them. After more tries, I managed to move my book over the table. It seems I could only lift up to few kilograms but it will do.

I should check Jan first. I dove into the floor, passing through it swiftly. Below my room is the living room where I found Jan. He was lying on the sofa while rubbing his hands over his bulge. Is he masturbating? I moved closer and saw his member mightily stood up under his shorts. Apparently Jan doesn’t wear any garments underneath his shorts. He furiously massaged his growing member and I’m so envious. This is the perfect time to try possessing him. 

I concentrated in front of my younger son. Jan’s body repeatedly arched up and down as I was being pulled toward his smaller frame. I could feel my ghostly limbs and head rearranged itself over his flesh. Moments later, I realized I am now in control. I raised Jan’s hands and touched his cute face. Then I quickly grasped his hard dick. I missed this kind of feeling. 

I picked up his phone from the floor which fell down when I’m possessing him. I searched through his memory for the password and successfully open it. I was shocked. Jan is watching a gay porn from a popular website! I didn’t know he is interested in this kind of thing. I’m not against it or anything but he could talk to me about it. 

I read further into his brain and learned that he was closeted until Dan discovered it. They didn’t fought over a video game but instead over Jan’s attempt to secretly give his brother a blowjob! Even me would be surprised if that suddenly happens. Those thoughts enraged my excitement and more blood was pushed into Jan’s dick making it longer and bigger. I was amazed. It is already as same size as mine and Jan just hit puberty! I grasped my hands around his shaft and continued his interrupted masturbation. I moved my hands up and down as my body followed. My borrowed muscles tensed up and the fabric became wet as cum passes through it. It’s so euphoric, comparable to my body.

Almost an hour had passed when I decided to leave Jan’s body. I really enjoyed playing with his member. I hope he doesn’t mind me using his body more often. This time, it’s Dan’s turn to be possessed. If Jan had such impressive member, I wonder how awesome is Dan’s. He’s a jock after all. 

I swam up through the air towards Dan’s room upstairs. I saw him only in his underwear and doing some push-ups. I could see his well-endowed arms as he lifted his own weight. His bulge presses against the floor every time he lean downwards. I couldn’t tell if it’s erect or not. If it is, I’m up for a disappointment. 

I moved above him and noticed a video camera over his bed. It seems he’s recording his routine. Oh, it would be a nice idea to see how it looks like to be possessed. I concentrated and was sucked into Dan. He shouted loudly due to the shock. He probably noticed that something hit him unlike Jan. His body squirms around as I positioned myself inside him. And done! 

I stood up and tried to regain my balance. I was amazed by his well-built body. I flexed his arms and legs, touched his pecs and abs. Very sexy. My ideal body when I was still a teenager. I pulled the waist band of Dan’s underwear and I was welcome by his already erect cock. I started to feel bad for him. His member is less impressive than Jan. I cannot see why Jan would like to suck this. It’s decent but… never mind. It sounds like I’m mocking myself and I’m not any better.

I heard a loud knock by the door, and I could hear Jan’s voice from the other side. He’s asking what happened. He might have heard Dan’s scream when I entered his older brother’s body. I know! I got an idea. This might be a perfect chance to see if this tool could go better… and have their relationship fixed.

I opened the door and Jan’s jaw dropped with the sight of his older brother. I pulled him inside Dan’s room and pressed him against the door. I groped Jan’s cock and whispered to his ear, “May be you could help this older brother of yours how to make mine this big?”

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When I took over Jared’s body, I looked through his clothes, his closet. I was about to go to the gym for the first time in this hunk body and I wanted to wear something tight, and revealing. I was more than excited to find a singlet buried in his drawers, I pulled it on feeling the tightness hug my massive body like a second skin and immediately I got hard. Who would think that I would ever be this big! I went to the bathroom mirror and snapped a picture for Jared’s instagram story, I was ready to get the pump of a lifetime. 

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Checking Out the Goods

“All right, kid. Now let’s see those abs, eh?” said Gerald, his eyes wide.

Evan, the model, begrudgingly lifted his sculpted arms above his head, twisting and flexing his abs.

“Very nice,” said Gerald, admiring Evan’s perfectly-etched muscles, “Very nice. But, come on! You could at least look like you’re enjoying this. Put a smile on that pretty face of yours, huh?”

“You think I enjoy this?” said Evan, “Letting creepy old guys like you borrow my body on the weekends just so I can afford to get by at this school?”

“Oh,” said Gerald, “Creepy old guy, am I? Well maybe I’ll just check out one of the other models, then –”

“No, wait –” said Evan, “Look, I’m sorry. I really need the money – And I’m even running a special it’s Spring Break. I’ll let you have ten days for the price of seven. So, do we have a deal?”

“Well, well, well,” said Gerald, “I don’t think I’ll be able to find a better deal than that. And you have a nice enough body. What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch,” Evan gulped, “Just – It’s just like always. You gotta at least stay 50 miles away from here, and you can’t use my real name. And sex is always protected, if you bottom. Always.”

“I know the rules,” said Gerald, undressing, “You’ve already injected yourself? And you’ve made sure to inject enough to last you for the full ten days?”

“Yes, sir,” said Evan, already feeling the effects of the drug.

“I figured so,” said Gerald, “Why don’t you have a seat? Shouldn’t be longer than 15 minutes now, just enough time to sign the paperwork, and then I should have me a cute, young body to wear to the White Party on Miami Beach for Spring Break.”

Evan took a seat on the paper-lined table, feeling his consciousness slip away. If there was one good thing about all of this, he thought, it was that he didn’t have to remember any of it. He promised himself that he would only do this for another semester, long enough to save up some good money and then be done with it. He knew some guys who kept this up all through college, but he wouldn’t do that. Well ... maybe. Feeling weak, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the table, his last sight being the naked old man standing over him, hungrily checking out the goods.