possesseddesiress

[possesseddesiress]

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.

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

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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[possesseddesiress]

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.

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

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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The One

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The One

I had planned to go on a summer vacation road trip with my best friends, heading to a beach near the university, far enough away to leave the urban air but also close enough in case we wanted to return early or a mishap happened. But what was the worst that could happen?

Or so I thought until disaster struck.

- Did you pack everything? - Ty, one of my best friends asked kindly as he loaded the bags into the car. He was a cosplayer in his spare time, you might think he was arrogant with that physique but he was actually quite warm.

- I think so - I admitted with a soft smile, helping him.

Jesse, another of my friends was helping to carry the suitcases and other groceries, he wasn't very smart, he almost always flunked but he had a great charisma and a well-groomed body in not so expensive gyms, he really had a more urban look. He was possibly the most “street” of the eight.

Just then the others started to arrive.

- Is there anything left to eat? - Aiden asked, he was the typical jock in our group of friends, he loved basketball, sometimes he smelled pretty strong… But I had to admit that on some level I liked him, so I didn't complain when he forgot to put on deodorant.

- No, I think we have everything - Grant answered him. He was the "rich kid", his parents had so much money that they secured his tuition since he was in preschool, he's kind of snooty but… He’s a good friend.

- Come on, hurry! We'll find traffic! - From the driver's seat, Shawn shouted, somewhat impatient, even honking his horn in desperation - I don't want to miss the first day of vacation!

- We're coming, calm down - I muttered, pulling up a cooler.

- It's useless to try, Cael - Travis answered me with a laugh, he was studying administration at the university, he was one of the first people I met here.

- He won't faint from anxiety before - Jesse joked with us and then he closed the trunk of the miniban we had rented for the trip, he checked the tires a little to see if everything was in order - Shawn, did you check the brakes?

- Yes, yes! Let's go!

He honked the horn again, which caused everyone to gasp.

- Wait!

Rowan, the last of the group came rushing down the stairs of the dorm with his bathing suit on, he looked ridiculous but... Perfect.

Something I had never told him, or anyone else. And that I surely would never do, was that I liked him, he had been the first person I met when I entered college, he was charismatic, cute, too handsome... I liked all my friends, I loved them, but with Rowan things were too different.

He climbed into the passenger seat, immediately putting on his seat belt, in the middle, Ty was on the right, I was in the middle and Aiden was on the left, in the back were Travis, Jesse and Grant, who was not very pleased to be left all the way back for the ride.

- Are you ready? - Shawn said excitedly before stepping on the accelerator, in less than fifteen minutes we were on the road, I liked the feeling of the wind coming through the window, the sun, everything seemed perfect as in any summer afternoon.

Or at least it was until a car from the front closed in on Shawn, he tried to avoid it, but the maneuver was too abrupt and the car ended up overturning, it was horrible to hear the crunching of the windows, to see them flying and the thunder of some things that I thought were not simple objects...

It felt like hours, an eternity between turns, the screams...

I closed my eyes, felt intense pain and when I opened them again, I noticed how several of my friends were still inside the car, static, others had flown out. Even Rowan.

I crawled as best I could to try to reach him.

- Rowan? - I murmured, shaking him but finding no answer, tears falling down my cheeks as I tried to move him, I felt them burning from cuts - Wake up, wake up.

But there was no answer.

I felt a tremendous despair, and an intense beating in my heart, what could I do? I couldn't let them end up like this, I wanted to do something, with all my strength. I clung to his body to cry while my eyes felt heavy, everything went black until I faded away.

I remember very little of what followed from there, the sounds of the ambulance, the corridors of the hospital, the doctors' compressions and again nothing. I was lost for a long while in the darkness, there were no thousands of memories happening around me, or the light at the end of the road, it was just like... Just darkness. A vast, vast darkness, until the light started to become dim and almost pull me into it.

I inhaled sharply as I looked around shakily, I could tell a nurse was next to me writing down a couple of things as she looked at the machine recording my vitals.

- Careful - she took me lovingly by the arm, trying to reassure me - You just woke up, you and your friends had a very bad accident.

- Are they... okay?

My voice felt strange for a second, I put my hand to my throat, maybe some procedure that hurt it a little?

- Your friends? - There was a dark tone in her voice that worried me, I nodded. She swallowed saliva staying silent for a while, jotting down a couple of things, then reached over to take my hand - There was one that... Didn't make it.

I felt despair in its purest expression, my chest was pounding as if it would burst out at any moment. Who could it be? The image of any of the seven on the ground chilled my blood, I felt nauseous.

- We did everything we could but, he was in pretty bad shape, you seven didn't have many wounds beyond superficial, but he... he seemed to absorb all the damage.

My heart was still pounding nonstop.

- Who?...

She picked up the file again, held up a couple of papers, sighed.

- Your friend Cael.

It was like someone grabbed my stomach and threw it from ten stories away to land on the floor. How did she say my name?

- Is n-not funny.

She stroked my arm again.

- I understand it's a big shock...

She kept saying things but it was like my mind was disconnected, I looked down, that's when I saw my hands.

They were completely different from mine. Now they were brown, rough for what seemed to be exercise, calloused, similar to those of... No, they weren't, they can’t be.

- I'll be outside, I know you have a lot to process.

She left the room, I looked around trying to find something, I could notice a cell phone next to the bed, I reached for it, I let out a small groan for the effort, I felt like I had been beaten non-stop... I turned on the cell phone, it looked broken, but it still worked, I just didn't recognize who it belonged to. I activated the front camera and...

- Shit, it's not true...

Who was looking back at me was Rowan, his eyes, his sharp jaw, his dark complexion, there he was, responding to every movement I gave.

- Shit, shit.

I threw the phone to the side, I was alive but... If I was here, that meant...

- No...

I mumbled, I felt tears flooding my eyes only to fall bitterly, I let out a couple of sobs. How had that happened? Was it because I had gotten close to him? Did our... bodies change? Did he take my place? It was too much to process, the only sure thing was that Rowan was definitely no longer with us.

It took a week to recover from the injuries, Rowan's family came to see him a couple of times and I was also visited by the other parents of my friends, they told me they were just as shocked, evidently because of the injuries, we couldn't see each other, many were distraught or their cell phones were too broken to talk, isolated.

But the worst thing was to see my parents, they were destroyed... And what could I tell them? That I was alive but in another body? Surely they would label Rowan crazy or cynical, maybe psychopathic. So I just nodded, hugged them to offer my condolences and watched them leave...

That afternoon we would be discharged, I could walk without feeling intense pain, I still felt my ribs burning but nothing I couldn't handle. I was still trying to get used to Rowan's long, muscular legs, I had to admit I loved the feel of them moving with every movement.

I wanted to go to the bathroom, so I walked through a couple of cubicles until I reached the area, I opened the door although, I stopped when I heard a familiar voice.

- You look so good… - he murmured in a totally lustful, silky tone. I slowly peeked my head out to check my suspicions, sure enough, it was Grant. He was shirtless in front of the mirror, flexing and taking pictures with his cell phone, every now and then he would lift his armpit to inhale, licking his lips shamelessly - Or don't you love the way I look?

I thought he was talking to someone, maybe he was on the phone, but only a deep silence stretched out, which he broke with his panting as he explored himself.

I hurried out of the bathroom to walk, what had that been? Grant was arrogant and narcissistic, there was no doubt about that but... At that level?

I walked for a while longer until I reached the elevator area, I still wanted to go to the bathroom so I had to find a way to go. I pressed the button, and it didn't take long for the elevator to arrive, but what I found inside disturbed me even more:

Ty was inside, with his shirt up, showing his pecs and abs while he was taking a picture, our eyes met and he immediately lowered his clothes.

- Rowan, hi - he said a little embarrassed, I just nodded to enter with him to the elevator that closed.

- Hello... - I mumbled uncomfortably. There were no words for a while, until I preferred to touch the clear elephant in the room - How do you feel about... what happened with Cael?

An even thicker silence settled in. I turned to look at my friend, his expression had transformed into a sad one, with tears about to flow.

- I don't understand what happened - he admitted with a sob. I was surprised to see Ty like this, we were good friends, but... He wasn’t that emotional, or I think that - Maybe it must have been me.

- Don't say that...

- No, I'm serious. It's... It should have just been me.

I denied, the elevator opened, to which he stepped forward and excused himself.

- I need to take a break, sorry.

And he disappeared to who knows where. I moved forward looking for the bathroom, opened the door again and to my bad luck…

- Fuck, I'm huge - I heard a familiar voice again, what was going on today?

I took a couple of steps until I found Shawn who was taking pictures of himself in front of the mirror, he was wearing a compression shirt that highlighted his muscles, holding them right where they should be, highlighting that sculpted figure. He was quite attractive, I had to admit it, I always felt a slight envy for having such a well worked out body.

He was still so lost in his flattery that he didn't even notice I was there.

- Your muscles look better on me, don't you think? They were wasted on you - he flexed more, taking another picture.

Had they all taken a blow to the head? Why were they acting like that?

He lifted his shirt up underneath to expose his abs, as well as sticking his tongue out provocatively.

- Maybe if you'd checked the brakes?...

That topped everything I'd seen Ty and Grant do, so I cleared my throat. He turned away, covering himself with a snap.

- Rowan... Uh... Hi - he murmured apologetically, although there was a distinct charge in his acting as... Shyness?

- Are you all right? You were saying something weird...

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, it's... traumatisms, I think - he nodded, although I could notice that every now and then he looked at his pectorals with longing.

- I understand...

He nodded, though he then moved towards me to avoid me.

- I've got to go. Sorry, I'll see you later. You'll be discharged today too, right?

- Yes...

- That's great.

He smiled to leave.

Everything was so strange, it seemed that they were not the same. But... Had they also suffered something? Like a change of bodies with each other? I wanted to resolve the doubt, to know what was going on with my friends. I had run into Ty, Grant and Shawn, Rowan was obviously out of the equation, which left Travis, Aiden and Jesse.

I walked back up the floor to where I had found Ty, I searched through the rooms until I found one with the door ajar, I gently approached to see who was inside.

No one was visible to the naked eye but I could hear very faint noises inside, I moved closer to listen. It was... panting?

I could hear someone inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly, accompanied by soft, almost inaudible laughter.

I didn't fully recognize whose it was but the sound was familiar if vague. I opened the door wider to find Jesse flexing, lifting his armpit to sniff himself with desperation and chutzpah.

- Dude, you're so stinky....

He was not wearing a shirt, you could see the piercings he had made in his pectorals, jumping every time he moved.

He put his face back between his armpit, the scent was permeating everywhere, and he had to admit it smelled delicious…

- You love having me inside you, don't you, Jesse?

He stuck out his tongue to lick himself, even on his own journey of exploration. I would have been lost in the stench if he hadn't said that, why was he speaking in the third person?

Something was completely wrong with my friends. I didn't understand what was going on, I crawled out of the room, carefully. I was officially discharged, so I grabbed my things, I could wait for Rowan's parents but I didn't want to be in that madhouse for a second longer.

I finally came out into the outside world, I was walking down the stairs towards the sidewalk when I saw Aiden. He was checking his phone, he was also carrying a suitcase and looked normal. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't looking at himself, or bragging about his body, he was just like any other day.

He lifted his gaze, meeting mine, he smiled softly.

- Hi

- Hey - I replied, he was confident, literally the first one not to do something weird within five seconds of meeting him.

- Have you talked to the others?

- No, I haven't met anyone - I lied. But what could I tell him? That our friends had lost their minds?

- It's... It's a pity what happened to Cael.

I swallowed saliva, nodded trying not to cry again, I knew it was Rowan who was gone, not me. The guy from my dreams, lost in who knows where. There was no sound for a while, but the burning in my ribs reminded me that maybe I had been impulsive in not waiting to be picked up, no way in hell I could walk from here to Rowan's house. I watched Aiden some more, remembering something important.

- Hey. Do you mind if I... stay at your place for a while? Just as long as they come for me.

He shook his head calmly.

- Not at all, come on. You know you're welcome.

He took a couple of steps forward, I couldn't help but look back, I didn't want any of the people who were acting weird to see us, I didn't need any more crazies sniffing around.

We eventually made it to the jock's house, he dropped his suitcase on the floor and laid down on the couch. He looked exhausted, a little haggard; there was no other noise in the house, so we were alone. I settled down on the other couch to lie down, I was feeling too sleepy... I had spent several nights without being able to sleep, always going back to the day of the accident.

- Can I... sleep?

- Yes, my friend. Sure - Aiden nodded. He lay down too.

I don't know how much time passed, I opened my eyes drowsily, looked around, Aiden was gone, though I hadn't realized there was a mirror in front of me. I noticed the reflection, the outline of Rowan's body, his strong arms, his build... I looked around again, wanting to notice if Aiden was nearby, but nothing. I swallowed hard for what I was about to do, but ended up taking off my sneakers and socks to leave my feet in the air. They looked so tempting, sweaty and smelly... I hadn't had that much exploration of Rowan's body since I woke up. So seeing him like this, it was perfect...

I stroked my pecs, feeling how thick they were, the wide frame, but the stench... It was definitely the best, it stank all over the air and it fascinated me.

I was almost about to bring my feet to my face when I heard a hollow noise at the top, as if something had fallen. I got up barefoot like that to move forward with slow steps, I guessed it was from Aiden's room, maybe he had already gone up to his room to rest. Right?

I just didn't want to find him like I had seen the rest of my friends. I didn't think I could take another moment like that, but to my bad luck, I did.

He had changed into a sleeveless t-shirt he had worn last week after a basketball game. He was taking pictures, flexing his arms and caressing his thin frame with a teasing and somewhat ecstatic smile.

- Aiden, aiden... - he murmured to himself - You are so full of surprises - he stroked his biceps to flex them more.

I was finally sure they weren't my friends at all. What were they? I was about to find out.

- Ejem... 

He turned around immediately, frightened, his face flushed.

- Oh, shit! You woke up - he looked nervous.

- Do you want to tell me who you are?

- What are you talking about? I'm Aiden. Who else would I be?

He let out a nervous laugh, but I wasn't playing games anymore, I just looked at him long and hard, frowning. What could it be? Had they switched bodies with each other? Some alien? Other spirits?

- Speak now.

His gaze tried to focus on anything but my eyes, his lower lip quivering.

- Okay, just... Just don't think I'm crazy. Yeah?

- Try me.

He fiddled nervously with his hands for a while.

- In the accident... I think I switched bodies with Aiden, I'm not entirely sure

I raised my eyebrow, at least one of my theories was right and that technically he wasn't a stranger inside of him, although that was the least of it when I saw how he acted. Who in the group was such a pervert?

- And so... are you...?

Silence again.

- You're going to take me for crazy.

- Just say it.

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The One

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.

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The One

I had planned to go on a summer vacation road trip with my best friends, heading to a beach near the university, far enough away to leave the urban air but also close enough in case we wanted to return early or a mishap happened. But what was the worst that could happen?

Or so I thought until disaster struck.

- Did you pack everything? - Ty, one of my best friends asked kindly as he loaded the bags into the car. He was a cosplayer in his spare time, you might think he was arrogant with that physique but he was actually quite warm.

- I think so - I admitted with a soft smile, helping him.

Jesse, another of my friends was helping to carry the suitcases and other groceries, he wasn't very smart, he almost always flunked but he had a great charisma and a well-groomed body in not so expensive gyms, he really had a more urban look. He was possibly the most “street” of the eight.

Just then the others started to arrive.

- Is there anything left to eat? - Aiden asked, he was the typical jock in our group of friends, he loved basketball, sometimes he smelled pretty strong… But I had to admit that on some level I liked him, so I didn't complain when he forgot to put on deodorant.

- No, I think we have everything - Grant answered him. He was the "rich kid", his parents had so much money that they secured his tuition since he was in preschool, he's kind of snooty but… He’s a good friend.

- Come on, hurry! We'll find traffic! - From the driver's seat, Shawn shouted, somewhat impatient, even honking his horn in desperation - I don't want to miss the first day of vacation!

- We're coming, calm down - I muttered, pulling up a cooler.

- It's useless to try, Cael - Travis answered me with a laugh, he was studying administration at the university, he was one of the first people I met here.

- He won't faint from anxiety before - Jesse joked with us and then he closed the trunk of the miniban we had rented for the trip, he checked the tires a little to see if everything was in order - Shawn, did you check the brakes?

- Yes, yes! Let's go!

He honked the horn again, which caused everyone to gasp.

- Wait!

Rowan, the last of the group came rushing down the stairs of the dorm with his bathing suit on, he looked ridiculous but... Perfect.

Something I had never told him, or anyone else. And that I surely would never do, was that I liked him, he had been the first person I met when I entered college, he was charismatic, cute, too handsome... I liked all my friends, I loved them, but with Rowan things were too different.

He climbed into the passenger seat, immediately putting on his seat belt, in the middle, Ty was on the right, I was in the middle and Aiden was on the left, in the back were Travis, Jesse and Grant, who was not very pleased to be left all the way back for the ride.

- Are you ready? - Shawn said excitedly before stepping on the accelerator, in less than fifteen minutes we were on the road, I liked the feeling of the wind coming through the window, the sun, everything seemed perfect as in any summer afternoon.

Or at least it was until a car from the front closed in on Shawn, he tried to avoid it, but the maneuver was too abrupt and the car ended up overturning, it was horrible to hear the crunching of the windows, to see them flying and the thunder of some things that I thought were not simple objects...

It felt like hours, an eternity between turns, the screams...

I closed my eyes, felt intense pain and when I opened them again, I noticed how several of my friends were still inside the car, static, others had flown out. Even Rowan.

I crawled as best I could to try to reach him.

- Rowan? - I murmured, shaking him but finding no answer, tears falling down my cheeks as I tried to move him, I felt them burning from cuts - Wake up, wake up.

But there was no answer.

I felt a tremendous despair, and an intense beating in my heart, what could I do? I couldn't let them end up like this, I wanted to do something, with all my strength. I clung to his body to cry while my eyes felt heavy, everything went black until I faded away.

I remember very little of what followed from there, the sounds of the ambulance, the corridors of the hospital, the doctors' compressions and again nothing. I was lost for a long while in the darkness, there were no thousands of memories happening around me, or the light at the end of the road, it was just like... Just darkness. A vast, vast darkness, until the light started to become dim and almost pull me into it.

I inhaled sharply as I looked around shakily, I could tell a nurse was next to me writing down a couple of things as she looked at the machine recording my vitals.

- Careful - she took me lovingly by the arm, trying to reassure me - You just woke up, you and your friends had a very bad accident.

- Are they... okay?

My voice felt strange for a second, I put my hand to my throat, maybe some procedure that hurt it a little?

- Your friends? - There was a dark tone in her voice that worried me, I nodded. She swallowed saliva staying silent for a while, jotting down a couple of things, then reached over to take my hand - There was one that... Didn't make it.

I felt despair in its purest expression, my chest was pounding as if it would burst out at any moment. Who could it be? The image of any of the seven on the ground chilled my blood, I felt nauseous.

- We did everything we could but, he was in pretty bad shape, you seven didn't have many wounds beyond superficial, but he... he seemed to absorb all the damage.

My heart was still pounding nonstop.

- Who?...

She picked up the file again, held up a couple of papers, sighed.

- Your friend Cael.

It was like someone grabbed my stomach and threw it from ten stories away to land on the floor. How did she say my name?

- Is n-not funny.

She stroked my arm again.

- I understand it's a big shock...

She kept saying things but it was like my mind was disconnected, I looked down, that's when I saw my hands.

They were completely different from mine. Now they were brown, rough for what seemed to be exercise, calloused, similar to those of... No, they weren't, they can’t be.

- I'll be outside, I know you have a lot to process.

She left the room, I looked around trying to find something, I could notice a cell phone next to the bed, I reached for it, I let out a small groan for the effort, I felt like I had been beaten non-stop... I turned on the cell phone, it looked broken, but it still worked, I just didn't recognize who it belonged to. I activated the front camera and...

- Shit, it's not true...

Who was looking back at me was Rowan, his eyes, his sharp jaw, his dark complexion, there he was, responding to every movement I gave.

- Shit, shit.

I threw the phone to the side, I was alive but... If I was here, that meant...

- No...

I mumbled, I felt tears flooding my eyes only to fall bitterly, I let out a couple of sobs. How had that happened? Was it because I had gotten close to him? Did our... bodies change? Did he take my place? It was too much to process, the only sure thing was that Rowan was definitely no longer with us.

It took a week to recover from the injuries, Rowan's family came to see him a couple of times and I was also visited by the other parents of my friends, they told me they were just as shocked, evidently because of the injuries, we couldn't see each other, many were distraught or their cell phones were too broken to talk, isolated.

But the worst thing was to see my parents, they were destroyed... And what could I tell them? That I was alive but in another body? Surely they would label Rowan crazy or cynical, maybe psychopathic. So I just nodded, hugged them to offer my condolences and watched them leave...

That afternoon we would be discharged, I could walk without feeling intense pain, I still felt my ribs burning but nothing I couldn't handle. I was still trying to get used to Rowan's long, muscular legs, I had to admit I loved the feel of them moving with every movement.

I wanted to go to the bathroom, so I walked through a couple of cubicles until I reached the area, I opened the door although, I stopped when I heard a familiar voice.

- You look so good… - he murmured in a totally lustful, silky tone. I slowly peeked my head out to check my suspicions, sure enough, it was Grant. He was shirtless in front of the mirror, flexing and taking pictures with his cell phone, every now and then he would lift his armpit to inhale, licking his lips shamelessly - Or don't you love the way I look?

I thought he was talking to someone, maybe he was on the phone, but only a deep silence stretched out, which he broke with his panting as he explored himself.

I hurried out of the bathroom to walk, what had that been? Grant was arrogant and narcissistic, there was no doubt about that but... At that level?

I walked for a while longer until I reached the elevator area, I still wanted to go to the bathroom so I had to find a way to go. I pressed the button, and it didn't take long for the elevator to arrive, but what I found inside disturbed me even more:

Ty was inside, with his shirt up, showing his pecs and abs while he was taking a picture, our eyes met and he immediately lowered his clothes.

- Rowan, hi - he said a little embarrassed, I just nodded to enter with him to the elevator that closed.

- Hello... - I mumbled uncomfortably. There were no words for a while, until I preferred to touch the clear elephant in the room - How do you feel about... what happened with Cael?

An even thicker silence settled in. I turned to look at my friend, his expression had transformed into a sad one, with tears about to flow.

- I don't understand what happened - he admitted with a sob. I was surprised to see Ty like this, we were good friends, but... He wasn’t that emotional, or I think that - Maybe it must have been me.

- Don't say that...

- No, I'm serious. It's... It should have just been me.

I denied, the elevator opened, to which he stepped forward and excused himself.

- I need to take a break, sorry.

And he disappeared to who knows where. I moved forward looking for the bathroom, opened the door again and to my bad luck…

- Fuck, I'm huge - I heard a familiar voice again, what was going on today?

I took a couple of steps until I found Shawn who was taking pictures of himself in front of the mirror, he was wearing a compression shirt that highlighted his muscles, holding them right where they should be, highlighting that sculpted figure. He was quite attractive, I had to admit it, I always felt a slight envy for having such a well worked out body.

He was still so lost in his flattery that he didn't even notice I was there.

- Your muscles look better on me, don't you think? They were wasted on you - he flexed more, taking another picture.

Had they all taken a blow to the head? Why were they acting like that?

He lifted his shirt up underneath to expose his abs, as well as sticking his tongue out provocatively.

- Maybe if you'd checked the brakes?...

That topped everything I'd seen Ty and Grant do, so I cleared my throat. He turned away, covering himself with a snap.

- Rowan... Uh... Hi - he murmured apologetically, although there was a distinct charge in his acting as... Shyness?

- Are you all right? You were saying something weird...

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine, it's... traumatisms, I think - he nodded, although I could notice that every now and then he looked at his pectorals with longing.

- I understand...

He nodded, though he then moved towards me to avoid me.

- I've got to go. Sorry, I'll see you later. You'll be discharged today too, right?

- Yes...

- That's great.

He smiled to leave.

Everything was so strange, it seemed that they were not the same. But... Had they also suffered something? Like a change of bodies with each other? I wanted to resolve the doubt, to know what was going on with my friends. I had run into Ty, Grant and Shawn, Rowan was obviously out of the equation, which left Travis, Aiden and Jesse.

I walked back up the floor to where I had found Ty, I searched through the rooms until I found one with the door ajar, I gently approached to see who was inside.

No one was visible to the naked eye but I could hear very faint noises inside, I moved closer to listen. It was... panting?

I could hear someone inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly, accompanied by soft, almost inaudible laughter.

I didn't fully recognize whose it was but the sound was familiar if vague. I opened the door wider to find Jesse flexing, lifting his armpit to sniff himself with desperation and chutzpah.

- Dude, you're so stinky....

He was not wearing a shirt, you could see the piercings he had made in his pectorals, jumping every time he moved.

He put his face back between his armpit, the scent was permeating everywhere, and he had to admit it smelled delicious…

- You love having me inside you, don't you, Jesse?

He stuck out his tongue to lick himself, even on his own journey of exploration. I would have been lost in the stench if he hadn't said that, why was he speaking in the third person?

Something was completely wrong with my friends. I didn't understand what was going on, I crawled out of the room, carefully. I was officially discharged, so I grabbed my things, I could wait for Rowan's parents but I didn't want to be in that madhouse for a second longer.

I finally came out into the outside world, I was walking down the stairs towards the sidewalk when I saw Aiden. He was checking his phone, he was also carrying a suitcase and looked normal. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't looking at himself, or bragging about his body, he was just like any other day.

He lifted his gaze, meeting mine, he smiled softly.

- Hi

- Hey - I replied, he was confident, literally the first one not to do something weird within five seconds of meeting him.

- Have you talked to the others?

- No, I haven't met anyone - I lied. But what could I tell him? That our friends had lost their minds?

- It's... It's a pity what happened to Cael.

I swallowed saliva, nodded trying not to cry again, I knew it was Rowan who was gone, not me. The guy from my dreams, lost in who knows where. There was no sound for a while, but the burning in my ribs reminded me that maybe I had been impulsive in not waiting to be picked up, no way in hell I could walk from here to Rowan's house. I watched Aiden some more, remembering something important.

- Hey. Do you mind if I... stay at your place for a while? Just as long as they come for me.

He shook his head calmly.

- Not at all, come on. You know you're welcome.

He took a couple of steps forward, I couldn't help but look back, I didn't want any of the people who were acting weird to see us, I didn't need any more crazies sniffing around.

We eventually made it to the jock's house, he dropped his suitcase on the floor and laid down on the couch. He looked exhausted, a little haggard; there was no other noise in the house, so we were alone. I settled down on the other couch to lie down, I was feeling too sleepy... I had spent several nights without being able to sleep, always going back to the day of the accident.

- Can I... sleep?

- Yes, my friend. Sure - Aiden nodded. He lay down too.

I don't know how much time passed, I opened my eyes drowsily, looked around, Aiden was gone, though I hadn't realized there was a mirror in front of me. I noticed the reflection, the outline of Rowan's body, his strong arms, his build... I looked around again, wanting to notice if Aiden was nearby, but nothing. I swallowed hard for what I was about to do, but ended up taking off my sneakers and socks to leave my feet in the air. They looked so tempting, sweaty and smelly... I hadn't had that much exploration of Rowan's body since I woke up. So seeing him like this, it was perfect...

I stroked my pecs, feeling how thick they were, the wide frame, but the stench... It was definitely the best, it stank all over the air and it fascinated me.

I was almost about to bring my feet to my face when I heard a hollow noise at the top, as if something had fallen. I got up barefoot like that to move forward with slow steps, I guessed it was from Aiden's room, maybe he had already gone up to his room to rest. Right?

I just didn't want to find him like I had seen the rest of my friends. I didn't think I could take another moment like that, but to my bad luck, I did.

He had changed into a sleeveless t-shirt he had worn last week after a basketball game. He was taking pictures, flexing his arms and caressing his thin frame with a teasing and somewhat ecstatic smile.

- Aiden, aiden... - he murmured to himself - You are so full of surprises - he stroked his biceps to flex them more.

I was finally sure they weren't my friends at all. What were they? I was about to find out.

- Ejem... 

He turned around immediately, frightened, his face flushed.

- Oh, shit! You woke up - he looked nervous.

- Do you want to tell me who you are?

- What are you talking about? I'm Aiden. Who else would I be?

He let out a nervous laugh, but I wasn't playing games anymore, I just looked at him long and hard, frowning. What could it be? Had they switched bodies with each other? Some alien? Other spirits?

- Speak now.

His gaze tried to focus on anything but my eyes, his lower lip quivering.

- Okay, just... Just don't think I'm crazy. Yeah?

- Try me.

He fiddled nervously with his hands for a while.

- In the accident... I think I switched bodies with Aiden, I'm not entirely sure

I raised my eyebrow, at least one of my theories was right and that technically he wasn't a stranger inside of him, although that was the least of it when I saw how he acted. Who in the group was such a pervert?

- And so... are you...?

Silence again.

- You're going to take me for crazy.

- Just say it.

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Quick: Sell

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Quick: Sell

I can't believe this guy agreed to trade bodies with me for money! I offered him a few bucks so we could switch bodies for a few hours plus have fun at.... You know how.

Truth be told, imagining myself in that skinny body, dominated by my older, bigger, older body, turned me on like you couldn't imagine.

Now I was in his body! I felt so small and thin, it was such a strange feeling but I loved it. He seemed to be looking strangely, there was a kind of darkness in his eyes but... Ouch! Shit, be more careful, asshole! Ah! Wait, ah!

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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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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

A Host Log Story

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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Reassigment

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Reassigment

Everything hurts... I don't remember exactly what was the last thing that happened, only the images of the road with thick fog, a light coming at full speed against us, the screeching of tires, glass flying and nothing, absolutely nothing come to my mind.

- Ugh...

I try to get out of bed. It's strange... I can move every part of my body but I feel heavy, it's as if my limbs don't respond at all, I feel... Disconnected. Then I remember Asher, I get back on the bed as best I can, I look around, finding a button to call the nurse. I touch it several times with no response, feeling the fear and agony slowly settle inside me. When someone finally arrives, I am surprised to notice that it is not a nurse, but a doctor, although I must admit he looks too young. Is he an intern?

- Good morning, my name is Dr. Burke - Before I can answer, he comes closer to open my eye and point a light at my pupil - Good answer...

- Doctor, um...

- Yes? - He continues to examine as if it were some kind of experiment, he seems absorbed in just examining me.

- Me, my brother... - When I speak more, is that I notice, I can hear a tone completely foreign to what I'm used to, it's... deep and masculine, I have to bring my hand to my throat, bumping into a lump in it.

- Sure, you must be confused and with many questions - he takes out what seems to be a small metallic square, I don't understand what it is until he opens it, a mirror that he extends to me - I think this will answer most of them.

I take it carefully, my hands shake, I look at the reflection to stumble upon the image of Asher, my brother.

I blink a couple of times, I even want to think it's maybe a video call or something, but every time I move, blink or even breathe, the reflection responds and does the same thing.

- You and your brother were involved in a pretty bad accident with a motorcycle. Your body was too badly bruised, practically unsalvageable, but your brain activity was intact, instead, your brother's body…

- Is he?... - I inadvertently interrupted.

- Is he dead? No, no, not at all. On the contrary, your brother's body and his brain were intact, he hardly got a scratch beyond the blows in the rollover.

- But I am here in his body.

- Remember I told you there was another person involved in the accident? His case was the opposite of yours, body intact but, no brain response whatsoever.

- I don't quite understand what you're trying to explain, doctor.

- That's normal. After all, we just performed a secret process with you, you were perfect vessels to test the experiment again - he smiles in a disturbing and reassuring way at the same time. He takes a long pause before speaking again - We placed your consciousness in your brother's body, and his consciousness, in the biker's body.

My skin crawled, was this all a dream? Or a practical joke? I couldn't believe everything he was saying, that was impossible.

- It is a breakthrough in science, and therefore, it is secret. You and your brother will have to sign some confidentiality clauses.

- But. Wait, what will our parents say? How will they know about this? How will my brother get home?

- Your parents are aware of everything. They were the ones who authorized the procedure, we offered them the alternative, and they accepted. On the other hand, you are very lucky, apparently, your brother's new body had no relatives or emergency contact, so he can practically live with you without a problem.

The information hits me like a bolt of lightning, tireless and selfless, almost like the weight of the world against me. My lip trembles as I'm about to ask another question.

- So... Technically I'm...

- Dead? Yes. Legally you are, to the world, Cassie Abrams is dead.

My heart is pounding, what will happen to my friends? In a few weeks I would go to college, what would I do with all that?

The process was slow, too slow perhaps. It was strange to start seeing my brother's reflection instead of mine, to feel his muscles or his thick legs and... Evidently, what was in between them.

I was not used to the presence of certain things, or the absence of others. I felt too light in the chest, although, it's not like Asher doesn't have muscles there. I think he even has bigger legs than me.

The worst part, though, was not being able to see him; they kept us apart, at least until "making sure everything was in order," they said.

They also explained to me that his new name was Wes. Some lawyers and other workers visited me to explain the guidelines of this new dynamic: To the others, I was dead, I could not contact any of my friends and explain to them that I had "come back from the dead", it was completely forbidden. And to the world, I was Asher Abrams, so I had to get used to it and couple myself to it, so I would have to live my funeral as the sad brother. Finally, my brother's new body would stay with us with the excuse that he was a nephew of my parents, but the same conditions were equivalent for him, with the only difference that he would see me take his life.

Shit...

A few more days passed, I got a little more used to being Asher. And of course, being a man. Going to the bathroom was extremely easier, I stopped being afraid down there, because the first few weeks (in my own words), I didn't want to touch that "thing". But now I had discovered so many advantages, in fact, I'm ashamed to admit it but, I certainly spent a lot of time moving it around, leaving it in the air to spin around on its own like a helicopter! Because yes, my brother is hung, that thing is huge. I don't know how he walked with it always latent, because yes, I have certain problems walking with my new tool, I mean how did he get it not to stiffen at the slightest touch?

And then his pectorals, I thought only women were sensitive in such an area but my brother seems to beat me at it, at the slightest touch, I have to hold back with all my might to let out a gasp or my new nipples get too stiff, it's quite a challenge. And even the size, I admit that my old attributes were a hell of a lot bigger, but my brother's are no slouch at all, big, heavy and muscular.

It took us a few more tests, until finally the day came where we would return home, and even more important: Where I would see him.

Asher and I had always been close, like best friends, we had the occasional spat, but we were close, always together. I trusted him with everything, I always laughed with him, and I knew him from head to toe, everything about him.

So to see another guy, walking exactly like he did, was strange. Surreal. But, well, I was already in his body, wasn't that strange enough?

His new body was big, too big. At least about six inches bigger, and he had more muscle, slightly lighter skin, and… Oh my. He sure was attractive.

- So... Asher?

He tried to joke with me, with a slight smile, though there was definitely a trace of melancholy about him. I imagined how he felt, and how I would have felt if the roles were reversed; seeing my body, walking around without my control, in someone else's body, knowing that mine was completely fine. Why didn't they just move me into the biker's body? They would have left him in his body, intact.

- Yes. Nice to meet you, Wes

I tried to joke as well, he let out a laugh before hugging me tightly.

Coming home was a challenge for both of us, even for our parents even if they wouldn't admit it, going from a daughter and son to two sons, it was strange. And my funeral was even stranger, having to pretend everyone, that I was gone, hugging my friends, knowing I could never be with them again, at least not like me. Damn, even the guy who drove me crazy came to the ceremony.

- Hey... Take your eyes off him, he's going to think I want him - Asher muttered with a soft laugh.

- At least this way I could pick him up, what if he wants a strong man like me?

- No gay stuff on my body - he laughed again. Of course I knew that was a joke, my brother had always been gay, luckily he didn't have a partner before all this happened, I couldn't imagine having to pretend to be someone else romantically.

Having to adapt to Ash's routine was also difficult, study his career (when I knew nothing about the subject), getting along with his friends as if I were him, following his trainings, following his identity to the letter. Step by step.

He didn't say anything, but I don't know what challenges were involved in being in the body of "Wes".

Because apparently he had a job (of what? Who knows), he still trained, he even uploaded stories to his new social networks, a bit... exhibitionist.

And his behavior also looked like that in person, he hardly ever wore a shirt, his underwear became tight, even his hygiene changed, he didn't bathe after his workouts, sometimes he sniffed his armpit on purpose, or scratched his nuts to put his hands to his nose and sniff for a fleeting moment.

He was still my brother, we still had our nightly chats, he would ask me about my day or play with me, but there was something else about him. Something different.

More arrogant? More self-centered or narcissistic? I would also watch him admire himself for long minutes in the mirror, tracing the angle of his jaw carefully, as if he were painting the Sistine Chapel or something.

That afternoon we were alone at home, our parents had left to go to the supermarket. I was about to go downstairs to get a glass of water when I heard a noise in his room, it was like a strange breathing, I slowly walked down the hallway until I came across the sound of his voice, it sounded velvety, almost... lustful.

- Hey, guys. How are you? Ready for a new transmission? - I couldn't see anything, just listened through the door. But then, I noticed it was paired, I slid the wood as best I could until I saw the glow of the computer, his room was almost dark except for the computer light and another light ring. I couldn't see him anywhere, until I made out the screen.

He was sitting, legs spread wide, his new bulge wrapped only in a tight-fitting trunk, with high socks and a cap. He was constantly stroking his chest while laughing and answering some things that came up in the chat.

- Do you want me to do that? What pigs.

He raised his arm to start sniffing his armpit, letting out loud gasps with a cocky grin on his face. It was like seeing a completely different person, and it was so... Fuck.

I felt myself start to stiffen up seeing him act like that, I felt so bad. But at the same time, his body was so huge. With those thick pecs, his legs, everything about him was perfect. I knew I had to stop, after all, he was still my brother. This was wrong, I couldn't go through with it.

But there i was, still lying on the floor, his body through the transmission, I couldn't look away from him. He was so fucking perfect. How he widened his torso, flexed his biceps, the sound of the chair to hold his weight.

- Yeah, yeah, I know I've been absent for several weeks, nothing to worry about, but hey, I'm here for you, entirely for you.

He winked as he raised his arm again to make his armpit accessible, caressing it.

- You're excited to see me on stage again, don't you?

Stage? Asher swapped bodies with an exotic dancer? Fuck, he agreed? It was all part of the deal and he was forced to do it?

He slowly stood up, positioning himself against the chair to show off his buttocks in front of the camera, caressing himself. Slipping his hand between his globes, sliding his fingers to let out deep moans before letting out a loud slap.

- Guys, guys... I bet you wish you were here, kneeling in front of me, don't you?

I swallowed, still watching the show. I didn't know if it was hormones, Asher's body playing tricks on me, or my own urges, but I was so desperate to keep watching.

He brought his fingers to his nose arrogantly as he sniffed them.

- They smell amazing - I groaned under my breath, I moved closer to the door, accidentally making it creak under my weight, Asher looked behind himself.

I could only stand up in the best stealth I could to run to my room, where I closed the door quietly to lie down on the bed, I waited a while, maybe he would come to see me, but five minutes passed without any activity. I breathed at last, collapsing on the mattress, I closed my eyes, thinking that everything was finally all right; but then I felt the stiffness.

My new tool was bumping against my pants, anxious to get out, desperate in fact. Since I had awakened in this body, I had refused to touch it in that regard, I had wiggled it, yes, gone to the bathroom, yes. But I had never had "action", I felt ashamed for it, thought it was crossing a boundary with Asher's body. But now he was there, under me, raging, hard as a rock.

- Ugh... - I muttered, pulling down the elastic of my pants, feeling it bounce suddenly, causing me to let out a moan again. My hand moved clumsily against the skin, I had experience with men, sure, but having it in my hand, in my own experience, was so different. I felt clumsy, foolish.

I didn't know how to take it exactly, whether with my left hand, or my right. Whether to pull the skin down, or... Aaah! I felt as if lightning would pass from my feet to my head, bristling my spine unable to contain my sounds.

- Uh, uh...

I sighed as I awkwardly stroked my new tool up and down, my other hand against my pecs, cupping them.

First it was just the action, but soon my mind was filled with vivid images, Asher's new body on mine, caressing every inch of my skin, his breathing close, the heat… Our timbers crashing together, wet and eager, his lips... Careless kisses, the saliva running down my chin, the stench... Strong and stinking, filling the whole room.

- Ah, ah! - I looked precocious, whipping hard, eyes twisted with mere lust and mouth half open, unable to shut me up, like an idiot screaming. If Asher did not hear me, it was by mere miracle.

A strange sensation, inconceivable to me, and first time, appeared at the bottom of my tool, and when I least expected it, I felt it explode with buckets, spilling everywhere, making a sticky and stinking chaos that left me with my chest rising and falling.

- Oh my gosh...

I sighed, everything was spinning, but I couldn't stop grinning like a fool.

- I think I'm liking this...

Could I hold it twice in a row?

To be continued

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Quick - GameBoy

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Quick: GameBoy

Finally! Dad said it was so much easier to live my life, I told him he couldn't stand it in my shoes. And I don't know what happened or what but now I'm in his body! It was like divine luck, I guess our "bet" must have interested some greater force because now my dad's body is all mine.

I feel so big! And my legs are so hairy, my clothes hardly fit, but never mind! I thought I would have to worry about dad's job, about finances and other boring stuff; but I found out that I can take from his vacation or even pay for days off. How cool!

So since the change, the only thing I've been worrying about has been playing video games, listening to music, and lying on the couch looking at my new huge feet. No more annoying homework, no more duties, or worrying about good grades, now I can squander MY money, feel the power in MY hand, my new SON wanted to put a stop to me, but who does he think he is? I immediately sent him to other place to bother somewhere else, this is fantastic!

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Slipped

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Slipped

— Stop moving… – I muttered as I listened to the creatures in my backpack let out what sounded like the whimpers of a puppy and swirled around inside the bag. I tried to control them by squeezing the backpack, but that seemed to make them more desperate, letting out low screams – They're going to discover us. Keep quiet, guys...

Let's start with this: my name is Edmund. I've always been a fan of science fiction, space, and yes, extraterrestrial life (because, are you telling me that the universe is so vast that only one planet is viable for life? Pff, nonsense). The only thing I didn't believe was that I would witness firsthand what I believed in.

The night was cold, strange for summer, but the wind blew hard enough to make you shiver. My parents were out that night, so I had the house to myself. And there were two paths: Either I played video games until morning, or... I could spend time alone with myself. You understand what I'm trying to say.

When the games became tiresome, I decided to take the second route. I hadn't even found a place to watch when a loud noise sounded in the back of the garden, like a tremor that dissipated as quickly as it came, and dogs throughout the neighborhood began to bark. I went down as best I could, my throat burning from the effort and nerves, and went outside to find the shed with a hole the size of a ball in the roof and some flames spreading through the wood. Panting, I grabbed a rag and started hitting the structure to smother the flames. When the danger passed, all that remained was the night with the crickets, an occasional dog still barking, the smoke coming out... And a strange noise.

It made my blood run cold. It was like having a premonition as bad as it was deadly, tools falling to the ground, and again, that sound. Like the splashing of something and a low squeal from some animal. I slowly approached to grab a shovel, cautiously advancing to the entrance, opened the door, and turned on the light. At first glance, I didn't see anything strange. 

I even thought that maybe it had been my imagination playing tricks on me, until I noticed it on the floor:

It was a meteorite, still smoking, and it seemed to contain something that looked like crystals sparkling brightly, as if it were a geode. I got closer and saw them: small beings that looked almost like jelly. There were five of them, each one a different color. One red, blue, pink, white and black, they were moving very slowly, like dancing, swaying from side to side, they made me feel tender and I couldn't help but let my guard down.

But then I heard another noise, next to me. When I turned around, it was too late, one of those things had lunged at me, it was purple.

It hit my ear directly and started trying to get inside. I felt it struggling against the crevice. My distress was evident as I tried to grab it, only for it to slip away due to the texture. The squeaking sounds continued, and I even started banging myself against the walls of the hut to try to get it off me, but to no avail. I felt an electric current accompanied by spasms, my arms and legs tingling. I was slowly losing control of my body, and with a firm “flap,” it ended up entering my ear. Everything went black after that.

When I woke up, my head hurt, as did my whole body, as if I had been working for hours. My gaze moved gently around me to see that I was in my room. Had it all been a dream? I let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the bed.

— Do you think it's okay?

I heard a voice and opened my eyes to look around like a lunatic. Something was with me in the room.

— Shhh! Be quiet!

Another voice. I got up to turn on the light, and there they were on my nightstand.

Tiny gelatinous creatures, like a kind of slime or viscous mass, were moving around, crawling, and seemed to be just a ball when I heard another voice again.

— He is watching us!

— That’s the plan, now shut up!

I took a big book with agility, ready to hit the table with that. 

— No, no! Wait! – The purple thing took a step to me, quickly – We don’t want to hurt you! Stop!

I stopped suddenly, I even had to blink.

— Did you... just speak to me?

— Yes, yes!

— But... you attacked me.

— I didn't mean to, I apologize for that – the creature moved closer to the shore – Our species cannot communicate in what you would call a conventional way, which is why I needed to make “contact’.

— Contact? Wait. You... You got inside me?

— I had no choice. We have the ability to enter the bodies of other beings to control them from within. We often eat part of the gray matter inside them to make them suitable vessels.

— Eat? Did you put eggs in my brain?! – I was about to slam the book down.

— No, no! Not at all! We don't do that. We only eat the part that corresponds to free will, and we replace it with something else to maintain control of the host no matter what happens. But no, I didn't do that to you.

— Why...?

— You see, when we make that bond, we can see our host's memories. You seem like an interesting person, Edmund, or rather, you seem like an interesting person to us.

— And that's why we want to ask for your help – the pink mass approached me – Our ship has been stranded here, our planet was destroyed, we were thinking of refueling here on Earth to continue our journey, but we didn't count on the instability of the atmosphere, the ship was... destroyed.

He whispered to point out something under my bed. I reached out to touch it, bumping into the asteroid.

— So you want me to... help you build a new ship?

— Yes, exactly.

— I'd love to, but I don't know anything about spaceships.

— You don't need to. We just need your labor and for you to get us the materials.

— Labor? How...? – My brain finally understood what they meant — Shit. You want me to get you bodies to possess?”

— Yes, we need vessels to work in. Your species is much larger, stronger, and more versatile than our base forms. We could have our ship sooner that way, and go unnoticed.

— But... Wait a minute, you – I said, pointing to the purple alien – You already did that to me. Right? You already took control of my body, that's why I showed up here and this thing is under my bed.

— And I repaired the ceiling and removed all traces of our presence, yes. We want to go unnoticed, we need your help.

— But... I'm not one of those Men in Black or anything like that, I'm just a normal guy. Why do you want me?

— You wouldn't kill us just because, again, I made contact with your mind, we merged into one for a moment. I know what you're capable of, I know who you are. I know how much this subject fascinates you.

— Then why don't you just possess me?

The black substance almost took that as a challenge; it was about to jump when the pink stopped it. 

— Cause we want to treat you as a friend, as a protector. 

— And what will I get in return?

— Besides being one of the first humans to coexist with extraterrestrial life? I don't know. I also know that because of your memories... you're obsessed with mind control, possession, and body switching, so... what could be better than experiencing all that firsthand?

I swallowed hard, my tool stiffening at the mere thought of it. I sighed, shaking my head.

— Fine, I'll help you. Tomorrow I'll find you hosts.

— Thank you!

They let out a kind of melody as they seemed to dance. I shook my head, turning off the light and lying down on the bed. The next morning, I thought again that it was all a dream, but when I felt the asteroid under my bed, it all became real again.

I got ready for school, preparing myself as I did every morning (with the big exception that I had to stop the creatures before they tried to take over my parents' bodies. I just convinced them that they would soon have much stronger and younger bodies. I also explained to them that there were certain “limits” on who they could melt the brains of.

And so here we are.

— Guys, stop! Stop it!

I tightened my backpack again, walking through the hallways. I was about to turn the corner (still planning something, I had no idea whose bodies to find) when I felt someone push me hard. I fell to the ground, my backpack scattered beside me, six athletes advanced with crooked smiles on their faces. In the center was Tyler, the biggest jerk of them all, the leader of that group made up of the captains of the school's various sports teams.

— Well, well. I thought you were weird, but not crazy. Now you're talking to yourself? – He let out a cruel, slow laugh, still advancing. I could only crawl backward as best I could.

— What do you want, Tyler? I helped you with your math homework last week. What do you want now?

— I just came to talk about that – he said, advancing as well, his accomplices at his side like lapdogs – You got five questions wrong. I thought we had an agreement.

— I got them wrong so it wouldn't be so obvious. The math teacher isn't stupid enough to believe you became good overnight.

— Oh, so your intention is to make me look stupid? – He cracked his knuckles – Why don't we teach this freak that you don't mess with us?

The other athletes nodded as they said things in unison. I felt the floor almost shake under their weight, getting closer and closer. I covered my face in panic, closing my eyes. Nothing happened, so I dared to open my eyes, still covering them with my fingers, and noticed the scene:

Above the six athletes, the creatures were already there, the purple was over Tyler, trying to enter through his mouth, he couldn't even defend himself. It was as if he were slowed down, making strange gagging noises and looking like an idiot. The other creatures and athletes were in a similar situation, whether they were trying to enter through the mouth, the ears, or the nose, the blue substance had taken a riskier route, it seemed, as Matt, the athlete at its mercy, was wiggling his hips strangely, trying to get something out of his pants. That performance lasted for quite a while, until they all collapsed. My heart was pounding with anxiety.

God, shit, shit. What am I going to do?! At any moment, someone could come out and see me surrounded by six athletes who weren't moving. What would I do? I leaned in to take Tyler's pulse, placing my fingers against his skin, trying to find something. That's when he opened his eyes.

At first, he seemed robotic, rigid and static, like a statue. He blinked a couple of times, staring blankly ahead, then grabbed his shirt to quickly take it off and smile.

— Hi, Ed – he said with a wink.

— Are you in there, Purple?

“Purple” was what I used to call the little slime creature, not because they hadn't told me their names —they actually had— but they were a kind of strange chant that had no direct translation into our language, so I preferred to use their colors as their new nicknames. It didn't seem to bother them, at least until I found a name that could better identify them.

— Who else could it be?

The guy who always had a smug expression on his face, the most petulant and arrogant, finally ended up with a silly, dumb expression, his tongue hanging out, saliva about to drip from his mouth.

— Hey! What are you doing?

I tried to stop him, but he made that expression a couple more times before laughing.

— Come on, Ed. Don't tell me you don't like this. I was in your mind, I know exactly what you want… – he muttered under his breath. There was something in his tone that made my skin crawl, my tool stiffened, but I had to hide it.

— Come on, it's not safe for them to be lying here.

I muttered, looking from side to side, although Purple seemed more interested in finding a way to tease me.

Someone cleared their throat to one side. Purple turned with an annoyed expression. The captain of the soccer team was already sitting down, shirtless, his huge legs visible with the slightest movement. He looked at “Tyler” impatiently.

— Are you going to keep playing? – They looked at each other for a while. I was just confused. He turned to me, as if reading my expression – I'm Blue.

I nodded somewhat hesitantly. Another kind of grunt was heard, and I looked around, trying to find the source. I saw the captain of the weightlifting team sitting down, beginning to stroke his pectorals with a mixture of strangeness and fascination, his eager hands moving from one side to the other. Jacob, as he was called, always wore a face mask, and no one knew why. And because of his huge muscles and fierce attitude, no one asked questions. He had a deep, raspy voice, aggressive even, always mocking, but now he was silent, staring at his enormous hands.

— And he is...?

— Black.

He simply waved in a friendly manner, not a single word coming from his lips.

— Why doesn't he...?

— Speak? His vocal cords were damaged when we escaped from our planet. Even though his host has the ability to speak, it's impossible for him.

He nodded with a slight smile. When I looked around, there was no sign of the captain of the gymnastics team, the swimming team, or the basketball team. They had vanished, and with them, obviously, there was no trace of red, white, and pink.

— Damn it! We have to find them!

— Relax! – “Tyler” placed his hand on my shoulder with a somewhat mocking laugh. He felt like my friend, but at the same time, there were traces of the athlete in him, as if they had merged into one – It's not like we're going to plan world domination or anything like that, really. I promise – He shook his head a couple of times. – They must have just gone exploring. Your world is new to us, there are so many things to see, and now that they can do so “freely,” maybe they got a little too excited.

I bit the inside of my cheek impatiently, nodding.

— Can we go look for them?

— Yes, if that makes you feel safer, yes. Go ahead.

Blue and Black positioned themselves behind us to walk alongside us. It felt so strange, like having three bodyguards, except that these “bodyguards” would have knocked my teeth out at the slightest opportunity.

— And in your world, are all creatures... like that?

— Beings that can possess others? Yes. Our physiology is very fragile on its own, so nature adapted us to be able to enter other bodies and use them as armor.

— And your civilization is... peaceful?

— Yes, mostly – he nodded slowly – or at least it was before the planet was destroyed – He shrugged with a slight sigh.

— Do you miss it?

— Yes, quite a bit. I don't think anyone prepares you for flying off the planet without a destination or warning. It's... You know. Things happen.

I looked away. He was silent for a while, Blue just kept walking, glancing sideways at the things around him, like the lockers, while Black continued to stare at his body with pure fascination.

— I think I have an idea.

I said, turning into a hallway leading to the locker rooms. As soon as I opened the door, I could hear moans and deep, anxious, deliberate gasps. I quickly made my way to the lockers, where the basketball captain, Rodrick, was standing.

He was flexing his arms with fascination, with a stupid expression on his face, flexing over and over again without stopping.

— Dude! – Purple laughed foolishly when he saw that.

— Guys! These things are great! And guess what I found! – he said with an excited giggle, his pecs bouncing every time his voice echoed. He took out what appeared to be a pair of smelly, sweaty underpants, put them on his face, rubbing them with total fascination before sticking out his tongue and starting to lick them – It tastes delicious, seriously. You guys have to try it!

The three guys even pushed me aside to get a whiff of that stench. They snatched the garment from him and fought over it.

White approached me, caressing and weighing his new pecs as if they were simple plasticine.

— Hey, this is great! Do all humans produce this delicious substance? – He pointed to the smelly garment and lifted his armpit.

— You mean... sweat?

— Yes, that's it! I knew it was a simple word. Silly athlete's brain.

He chuckled as he continued to caress his pectorals in front of me, fascinated by their shape. Purple, blue, and black were fighting as if they were fighting over a bone.

— It's mine, get away! – Blue pushed Black while Purple tried to snatch it away, but the now-bodybuilder could stop them both if he wanted to, with the garment in his mouth (he had finally taken off his mask).

They were euphoric, out of control, and sweaty.

— Hey, stop! – I shouted. The four of them turned around – What's wrong with you?”

— The smell is delicious – Blue pointed to the garment – In our civilization, a substance like this is a delicacy. Only a few can afford to eat this.

— Sweat?...

— No, it's a different kind of food, but it tastes and smells the same as this.

They continued to go crazy over the garment. I thought they were about to fight if I didn't do something.

— Wait. Why don't you focus on your new bodies?

They stopped in their tracks, starting to lift their armpits or even sticking their fingers under their balls to try to get some of the substance out, but they seemed dissatisfied with the result.

— It doesn't smell the same – White muttered dejectedly.

— Maybe having these bodies doesn't allow us to enjoy it, it's as if we've already assimilated it – Blue said, turning around a couple of times as he thought.

— But I'm really sweaty… – Purple said dejectedly. I was so focused on this trio that I didn't even notice Black behind me. He grabbed me tightly by the waist, and when I tried to kick, my armpit ended up right in his face, and he started hitting it hard. I felt his tongue and nose trying to force their way in. 

— No, wait! – I moaned as I felt his strong arms hold me back, his skilled tongue brushing against my skin.

— Man, you're a genius! – White shouted before suddenly approaching me. 

Suddenly, I was surrounded by the four athletes, their hungry tongues and noses running over my body, trying to extract every last drop of my sweat. I felt them everywhere, their eager hands here and there.

— Mgh... W-wait – I couldn't even speak, my body felt numb, how silly, I couldn't think straight.

— Shh... Relax – Purple murmured, giving me light kisses on the neck – You'll love this.

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Han was at the gym. He was one of the best Greco-Roman wrestling competitors in the school. He had huge muscles, as well as tremendous pecs and biceps, perfect for pinning his opponents against him. He was lifting weights, totally focused, so much so that he didn't notice something crawling above him on the ceiling. The guy dropped the weight. His armpits stank, as “down there” did, but he didn't really care, after all. He was an athlete, wasn't he?

He put his work aside, kneeling with his chest rising and falling slowly, breathing heavily, when he felt something above him.

— Damn it, is there a leak?

He said angrily when he felt something fall on his head. When he looked up, he could see a kind of green mass that immediately lunged at his mouth.

The athlete tried to resist, but it was in vain. The rubbery substance ended up filling his throat until it seeped into his brain, his body suffering spasms until they slowly subsided. He opened his eyes, with a deep and serious expression, cracked his neck, flexed his biceps, swelling them as if testing his strength, and a smug smile formed on his face.

— Control center, this is Gamma. I'm in, repeat, I'm in.

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Host Log: Firsts Steps

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Host Log: Firsts Steps

A Host Log Story

Hey there. Rowan here again, I've been checking out some of the earlier blog posts lately, and I think I found a pretty interesting one. I hope you like it (although I warn you, it's still part of my hormonal stage).

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- Holy crap! I'm huge.

I muttered. I didn't know how I ended up here, suddenly I was skipping PE, hiding from Professor Robins and suddenly I was in this huge body. No shirt and in all his fucking glory, how could he be this big? I don't think his pecs would even fit in my old hand, my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I was so confused, I understood almost nothing of what was going on; it wasn't the first time I had "jumped" inside someone, but there was something in the air that felt different.

Besides the clear fact of being in a strange place, with no shirt on, and nothing underneath either, by the looks of it. With a monitor in front of him, and with... Shit. Is that a camera? Fuck! I'm inside a camboy?

I gulped. I was stunned, almost frozen, I looked at the comments, almost all of them were very racy:

《 Take off your shirt 》《 Why are you acting like that? You look silly, come on, I pay for only five minutes! 》 《 Pff... How boring 》

My fingers were tense, stiff, static as ice. I didn't know what to do, until I took a whiff, a rancid scent seeped through my nose, deep and masculine, I let out a moan out of mere instinct and it was as if the straps loosened on their own.

- Bored? Says the one who surely can't keep his hands out of his pants while watching me?

I flex my newly acquired arms with a natural confidence, making them widen, with a smirk on my lips.

- Five minutes will be more than enough, guys.

I whispered licking my lips.

- Or what's not to like about these huge biceps? So big, wet and stinky.

I grinned mischievously as I made them flex, my pecs bouncing, or my hand going through the middle of that whole bush of hair, gosh, how hot those shapely abs looked.

I slipped my thick fingers between my lips, panting and rolling my eyes, lost in the midst of the euphoria, I had never felt that sensation (and I don't mean the excitement or the stench), but how my host's personality took much of the control, as if he was the rudder and I was the one coordinating it.

I clung to his thick wood, climbing up and down under the table. Maybe if they wanted me to tilt the camera, they should pay more.

- Wasn't this boring?

I muttered egocentrically, my tone heavy and bellowing. My nipples erect in the air, I couldn't take my eyes off the screen reflecting the transmission, I adored seeing “myself” act that way, confident, spectacular, hot as hell. As if I could hold anyone in the palm of my hand.

I lifted my biceps again, leaving my smelly armpit in full view.

- How quiet are you... Are you that busy?

I stuck out my tongue, before plunging it all over the stinky hairy trail that stretched out, greedily licking up every drop of sweat, it was pungent and rancid, but I couldn't get enough of it, I continued to lick, my gaze darting to the screen from time to time to enjoy the view.

- I bet you'd pay so much money to be here, in the middle of these huge, stinking arms, wouldn't you, losers?

I let out a deep chuckle, my pecs wiggling out of inertia, I almost felt like slapping them against the camera even if you didn't get to see anything, but the idea of having this huge bust rubbing up against the screen seemed so tempting.

I continued licking, sucking and running my fingers through my armpits and then bringing them to my nose, I couldn't get enough of the aroma, the stench was so masculine, not even on my most exhausting days could I match this elixir. It was like a delicacy, and I wanted more.

I squeezed my pecs, letting out a loud yelp, smiling, I continued the movement under the table, the meat even hit the wood with a loud "flap", the grunts grumbled as the stench worsened and my sensations maxed out until they fried my brain, I couldn't hold back any longer.

- Fuuuuuuuuck yeah - I smiled ecstatically, feeling how the sticky chaos spread everywhere: on the screen, the keyboard and the table, all full of that stinky substance! I took some of it between my fingers to put it deep inside my tongue, moaning at the taste - Pff.... Silly perverts, you sure loved that.

I bounced my pecs one last time, before ending the transmission. I felt a slight tingling behind my neck, I always felt that before returning to my original body, so I had about two to five minutes before I left here.

I logged into my blog quickly, lifted my armpit, stuck out my tongue and took a picture, before uploading the new entry.

“Camboy is in the house, baby.”

Memoirs of a Body Jumper.

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CORPUS.INC

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CORPUS.INC

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The user “pilots” his new body from the comfort of his home, only with the use of a visor and a device that is inserted into the user's temple, and voila, he will be using his new body for as long as he has contracted our services.

This service is strongly related to our catalog. Bodies for rent, ready to be selected and piloted from a distance, these vessels are offered by their owners in exchange for a large amount of money in exchange for their use, depending on the time, plus pay.

Our other way of operating, are the exchanges. Where two people sign a contract of mutual agreement to exchange their skins with each other, they set the time of exchange, plus other expenses such as the use of devices and facilities, as this process can only be done in our offices.

CORPUS.INC offers you the unique opportunity to experience someone else's life in your own shoes, to have the body of your dreams, to reminisce about your youth or to see what the future may hold. The possibilities are endless here at CORPUS.INC, where dreams are born. What are you waiting for to try it?

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Haunted: Distractions

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Haunted: Distractions

prologue: Haunted

part one: Possession Play

part two: The Bet

part three: Occupied

The weeks that followed for Benjamin were the worst. Not because of the grades, not because some people would judge him for his sexuality, or any other teenage cliché that might cross your mind.

《 Sup? Do you want to go for a drink? 》 - he checked his phone, noticing a notification. Fuck, how did they get his cell number?

But for the constant harassment from the ghosts. Benji didn't have them all recognized yet (because there were surely more of them, as many as cockroaches hiding behind the walls of the school), but he already had a few of them memorized.

This by their behaviors, after a while, it was easy to remember them no matter how much they changed their skin (more because they were also predictable in their behavior, or rather, in what bodies they used)

He had recognized four so far. First Zeke, who had wreaked havoc in the principal's office, he didn't know how the deputy principal got out of that accident unscathed. He liked to occupy a wide variety of bodies, from muscular to lean.

The big detail here was: the scent. Ezekiel always gave off that characteristic smell of “herbs”, in addition to his relaxed or even "goofy" act, to say the least. He was the spitting image of liberalism, he didn't care about anything, and while he didn't try to get between her legs (or at least not so much anymore), he didn't want to pay attention to him either. After all, he was still the target of that bet they were so focused on winning.

- Come on. Talk to me, Kenji

- I told you it's Benji, Benjamin for you. And I have nothing to talk to you about.

He muttered dryly, moving down the school hallway, clutching his backpack.

- Not even a "hello"?

- Fuck you, Zeke. And you better get out of that body, the debate team has rehearsals this week.

- What's the difference? Come on, let's talk.

Maybe Zeke was the quietest of them, but on the other side.

We had Daniel, who was a headache, he was bossy, with a straight and authoritarian attitude that was suffocating, he didn't show up with a nice attitude, wanting to be your friend (as Zeke sometimes tried to do), this idiot wanted to boss you around, bend you over almost. He used to be president of the class of '65, until an aneurysm cut his potential political career short in the middle of a political speech (yes, he'd forced him to listen to his monologue for at least an hour, about his "tragic life"), and Benji had discovered with him... That ghosts had powers, and to his bad luck, Daniel's power was to control others. When he possessed a body, he had a small window in which,he could command people whatever he wanted. The ability was short lived but, he had the bad luck that their first meeting would end in a very... Peculiar way.

The bodies he used to occupy, were those guys with self-sufficiency on their faces, sports team stars (mind you, with enough brains to house his own), school committee guys, even the president of his class – "To relive the old days" - he had said as it seeped into him.

A total egomaniac. Although he had lost track of him in the last few weeks, it was as if he had lost interest in trying to convince him to listen to him beyond his suggestion.

Then there was Tobias. He could remember him the day this whole nightmare started, his voice, raspy... with that melancholic touch that went with it, he always had that somber aura about him, plus a kind of Nancy Downs emo boy vibe or something, and to top it all off. He was the oldest of them all, dying in "unknown" situations in 1930. Quite the old man.

And with it, all his stigmas of the time.

The bodies he chose had that vibe of... guy of few words. Edgy or dark style. Like some dark poet or some guy with a cigarette problem.

He never tried to get intimate with him, at least not carnally, he always said he wasn't gay but he could see how he would stare at his lips more than usual or how he would concentrate madly on touching his pecs, quite the virgin.

Although, he always had great conversations with him, existential ones. He was hardly interested in the bet, more like someone lonely who longed to stop being lonely with all his might. They'd talk for a while, and then, he'd leave his host's body just like that.

But then there was Brady. Apparently the one who started the whole gambling thing, his bodies were diverse, but he was always a casanova, with a smirk, huge biceps or squandering “charisma” to tempt him, he was a jerk, and the most insistent of them all.

- Come on, Benny, don't you want to try all this? You've got the best athlete in the school at your feet, what do you want?

- From you, nothing - He said trying to stay as firm as he could, he had to admit that having so much jock, hot teacher and handsome guy paying attention to him and flirting with him so insistently, was tempting. There were several occasions when he almost “gave in” to those tactics, however, he knew it was all fake somehow, none of those guys wanted to be with him willingly, it was just delusional. And he wouldn't fall for it, no matter how much Brady would occupy his entire arsenal, such as possessing the principal or much of the teaching staff.

But Benji was far from knowing all the other ghosts. Like Elliot, a nerd from 2003 who had been ghosted after an asthma attack, and why hadn't anyone helped him or gotten to his inhaler? Because he had been locked in the bathroom by his bullies. Something sad, but that not many people remembered because he was not a sports eminence (as they remembered Julian).

Elliot had several peculiarities, but the greatest of all was his way of possession. All ghosts, without exception, entered through cavities such as the mouth, nose, etc.. It was a prerequisite to complete the possession, for all but not for Elliot. The way in which the nerd entered his hosts was by touch (who knows why?). Julian and Mark sensed it had been thanks to the circumstances of his death), but it remained a mystery.

Elliot had been in favor of the bet, but similar to Tobias. Beyond his carnal desires, he was lonely. Too lonely, he wanted a friend, he had Julian and Marco, yes. But he wanted to be seen by someone else, he was sick of being a ghost, "doomed" (he wasn't complaining about his friends, let's be clear on that) to know and see the same people for perhaps, all eternity. So to have a new guy who could see him, and talk to. It was certainly excellent news, the possibilities were great.

The bodies he always chose were those with glasses, slim, sometimes he liked slightly muscular, although sportsmen were completely out of his list. Of all the ghosts, Elliot was the one who possessed the least, maybe because he avoided it, it didn't seem right to him to usurp someone else's place, although when loneliness could outweigh his morals, he owned some guy, just to feel normal again, seen. That was the one thing Elliot longed for with all his might, to be seen.

He had thought for weeks about how to talk to Benji, whether to occupy a body or present himself as him (he preferred the former, it would be less invasive and wouldn't leave the guy looking like a maniac talking to himself), what topics to talk about, he had mapped out a whole imaginary path to occupy the perfect body. A senior guy, just like Benjamin, they were going together in calculus so it wouldn't be hard. All he had to do was walk across the school from the abandoned wing to the central wing, easy.

What Elliot didn't count on, was that he had to go through the gym, right in the middle of PE class. During a game of dodgeball; the nerd was trying to dodge every container that darted back and forth, totally oblivious to his presence. He hated dodgeball, and now he hated it more; that guy almost hit him!

Something else unusual about Elliot: He did not control how long his possessions lasted, while all other ghosts could come and go at will from their hosts, for him, the rules were very different. That lasted until one thing or another happened.

A. The body would eventually expel him

B. Something from the outside forced him to leave.

Elliot could almost spend a month inside someone if something didn't get him out, because he couldn't get out on his own, so he was also extremely careful about when and who he possessed.

He was a few steps from the entrance, past the hallway, he would be safe to carry out his plan. He was so close! He quickened his pace, running.

- Okay, guys! That's enough, practice is ov-!

What Elliot didn't count on was that someone would run right into his path. And boy, he run into someone.

It was like slamming into a brick wall and then turning to dust, swirling in anguish and near panic, until everything settled. He opened his eyes lazily, feeling heavy, big, he had always been very thin so feeling his center of gravity shift was a strange sensation. He'd been around big guys, yes, but nothing equaled that.

- Coach... Are you all right?

Elliot looked around, trying to find the coach with his eyes, but no one was there. He looked down, and then he understood.

- Holy shit - he muttered under his breath.

- Coach, is everything all right?

- Ah... - a deep voice escaped his lips, he didn't even know what to answer - Yes, yes, everything is in order. We're done here, everyone get changed.

- But there's still more time left...

- Let's make it free time.

Little by little they left the gym until they left him alone, his heart pounding. Everything had gone wrong for him, almost backwards. He put his hand to his head as he felt a kind of dizziness, not because of illness, but because everything that shouldn't have happened, had happened, it was regret. Now what would he do? He was trapped in that body, who knows for how long, and worse, it wasn't just any body.

He would have to keep a facade up, coordinate classes, see about some sports teams, fuck, fuck. Out of sheer inertia he flexed his arms, feeling his strength. Something he'd definitely never felt before, he'd been in some jock bodies when he'd been transformed into a ghost, but it had been years since then, so much so that he didn't remember the sensation. But now it was there, in the coach's body.

He walked over to a mirror nearby to begin flexing with a mixture of surprise and fascination. He watched as his biceps swelled with a trace of amazement in his eyes.

- What a thing!

He said with a chuckle, still flexing over and over again, making funny or even a little more... flashy gestures. He laughed softly, it was strange to see the trainer like that, a stern man, who forced the students to do at least 10 laps around the track if they made a mistake, he almost barked when he spoke, but with him in charge, he looked so docile and fascinated by his new skin.

He left the gym with wooden planks that squeaked under his new weight to go to the weight room, fortunately for him, it was completely empty: He took two weights of at least 40kg each and lifted them with a loud grunt, almost like a bellowing bear.

- Pfff! - he smiled boastfully - How simple, damn it!

Elliot never cursed, never. He was like a shy and fearful mouse, but now in the man's body, he had become something else.

He flexed his arms again and again, staring at the mirror as if there was no tomorrow, he laughed under his breath, not even satisfaction could describe what he was feeling in its entirety. All a lifetime (and even on the “afterlife” path) he had been a wimp, almost like a spaghetti, while other ghosts could lift at least “normal” things, he couldn't even lift a box, but now he was more than strong, with those imposing biceps and pectorals flexing at his will, every time he wanted and felt like it, like simple jellies that quivered with a single touch.

- And what a fucking smell - he muttered as he inhaled, the trainer's scent was deep, penetrating and extremely rancid, but it caused a deep gasp to escape his lips.

The nerd felt so many things inside him, things he didn't even get to experience in his most ambitious dreams in life: strength, body hair, stench. Elliot didn't smell like anything when he was human, hopefully peanut butter but that was as far as the story went. But now, he stank, he really stank, he was stinking, sweaty, like a monument to masculinity.

- Fuck yeah...

He kept lifting different weights, smiling as he discovered the limits of his new body, intoxicated was too little to describe it.

He had always found it strange the way the trainers dressed, with those sports suits, short shorts or tight t-shirts, but now he thanked whoever was on top of them, that it was so. Because shit, he looked delicious.

He felt like every muscle would explode, but he didn't care, he wanted more and more. Until he ended up exhausted, his back wet against the back of one of the sports machines, his forehead sweating like rivers, his chest rising and falling like a drum, and that smug smile on his face, not erased by anything.

— Fuuuuck, yeah... 

He finally got up, and walked to the gym office, right where "his" desk was. He slumped against the seat, making it squeak and creak, which made him let out a low chuckle, he took off his tennis shoes and socks to let his huge feet breathe.

If any of the other ghosts saw Elliot act like this, they'd be infarcted (again), the guy was no saint or anything, but he was innocent, lazy in the realm of possession, and now he had a container that was distinguished in more ways than one.

He stroked his thighs, enjoying the sensation of his calloused fingers running over his cloth-wrapped legs, he wanted more. Desire more.

- Maybe we need to get these cumbersome things off.

He moaned to slide his pants down to just a tight lower garment. It gave off a scent that would have made anyone's nose twist and recoil, but the guy just dipped his fingers between his new balls and his slit, rubbing hard and then bringing it to his nose.

- It stinks like a man should smell.

Yes, again. Any of the ghosts would freeze to see him like this. Maybe the coach's scent was too much for little Elliot, submissive to a new identity and instincts that were pulling him to the bottom. He stuck his tongue out to direct his fingers to it and from there, underneath, wanting to lubricate the area to be discovered.

- Uh... - his eyes were lost in the impulse. His hands tried to look for something in those drawers to enhance the experience, who knows, maybe the trainer was as "crazy" as he was. But he found something completely different: a singlet, neatly folded and placed under some files, he took it between his hands, noticing the stench - Wow... It seems that the coach also has a very strong opinion on the subject.

He scoffed before taking it to his nose, rubbed the front and back area against his nostrils over and over again, eager to further scramble his brain cells with the aroma. He gasped quietly until his eyes lit up with an even better idea, he quickly slid the fabric down his thighs until he left it at his waist. He giggled eagerly like someone who is debuting a toy.

- How tight... - he laughed low - What? What do you want me to grade you up? Well, I don't know. Maybe we should talk about it in other... terms.

He laughed again, flexing his arm to suck and lick the armpit, his senses sharpened as never before, even the cold blowing of the wind made him roll his eyes with a long moan. So engrossed and distracted to realize the door was opening.

- Professor, I wanted to ask you about... - And yes, Benji's bad luck again, he had stumbled upon the scene head-on - Holy shit, Zeke, is that you again!!!?

Words could not even be articulated for Elliot, he was blank. That wasn't the time, nor the plan he originally had, much less the body; he only watched as Benjamin gave a gesture of what appeared to be disavowal before leaving the room, slamming the door. The nerdy ghost lay back in the chair, defeated, tears even appeared on his face, how could he ever try to approach again after such a... dreadful slip? He lay there for a long moment until he thought about it, he hadn't even realized who it was, for Benji, maybe it was Zeke making his messes again, he had no idea who Elliot was. And he could use that to his advantage.

He took off his suit to refold it and put it back in place, putting his clothes back on to leave the place.

It was almost two o'clock, so the school hours were almost over, he walked through the school, he had no idea what the next few days would bring, he would have to prepare for classes, practice with the soccer team (holy god, what were the rules of soccer?), although as he walked, thoughts were dissipated by the rush of the wind, as the vibe hit against his face and his borrowed hair flew with it. As a ghost, sensations are reduced to a minimum, by a miracle he could feel the air or the warmth of the sun, but now, he was there.

And the worries vanished. What could happen if he didn't fully adapt to his new role? Nothing would happen, he could be wrong, the important thing was to start over. And what about returning to his ghost form? The day would come when it should, now he had opportunities in front of him. Beyond the carnal (although a rather.... “ambitious” crossed his mind, after all, those muscles equated to those of a superhero).

But besides that, he could again feel the taste of food on his palate, the aroma of another place than the Institute, different sounds, everything beyond... He smiled at the idea, ready to start whatever fate had in front of him.

Although so much positivism and optimism ended up hitting him in the face, literally. As he was about to go down the sidewalk to leave the student property, an invisible force detached him from his body and propelled him backwards, he rolled on the grass as if a rocket had hit him.

- Holy shit, are you serious? Holy shit! - the ghost shouted angrily, he had forgotten a cardinal rule: Everything that belongs to the school, stays in the school - Is this a fucking joke?!

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Benji walked forward with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes. He was fed up, completely fed up with every ghost in this school, how everyone wanted to talk to him, or get between his sheets. It was hell! And the worst part was that it was just for him, the school sucked, the subjects sucked, the homophobia sucked. And now this!!!

He didn't need any of that theater, he didn't want that power, he was sick of it. The ghosts seemed to be as interested in him as someone who wants to find a spoon to eat, a mere object, that was not what he wanted. They saw him, yes, but so what? Just that, there was nothing else. He was so alone and ignored, by humans and spirits alike.

Just a lonely pawn; to the other humans, he was just a source of tasks, favors and advice that vanished once his mission was completed, and to the ghosts... Well. It seemed he had no one in the world, at least no real connection, not even to his blood, it was no coincidence that of all places he had ended up at that school (because yes, it was partly one of the only ones in the state), but there was something peculiar about it (besides his economic status and whatnot), that it was a boarding school. 

Keeping him as far away from home as they could, out of his parents' care, right in the blind spot. So he had absolutely no one, and he was so alone. Desperate in the midst of his anxiety, rage and melancholy. The corridors were behind him until someone slowed him down.

- Benji, are you all right? You look distressed - Peter, a friend (or at least when he remembered him), the one who had helped him so much after the gummy incident. He stood in front of him with a worried expression.

- Yeah, just... Stuff. - He lifted his shoulders without being able to say much, because who could he tell about what he was seeing without being thought crazy? Exactly, no one.

- Well, do you want to go get something to eat in the cafeteria with me? Maybe I can help you clear your head.

- That'd be nice, thanks, Pet.

- You're welcome, buddy. Let's go.

The guy smiled, Benji nodded. There was something strange about his friend, not bad, like the typical shadow that accompanies ghosts, it was something different, more... Revitalizing, but whatever it was, he liked the way it felt.

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Be The Man

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Be The Man

- Callum, what's taking so long, is everything all right?

He was breathing nervously against the mirror, trying to calm himself. 

- Yes, sweetheart. I'm coming

He rinsed his face and then went out to bed, where a burly man was looking at him with a smile, before pulling him into his arms.

- You took too long, let's go to sleep.

He cradled him, although his heart was pounding and nervous, he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself sane with the whole situation. But to understand it properly, you have to go back a few weeks, to the beginning of that whole mess. 

Callum and Tessa were a couple like any other, they had met in a bar outside their university, they were happy, the chemistry between them was undeniable (added to the fact that they were both good looking, Tess's curves drove him crazy), they had their differences but nothing he couldn't fix, until The Great Shift came along.

Callum was in an arithmetic class when suddenly, a rumble sounded, almost electric, people started screaming from sheer dread, he tried to do something but it was as if his body went static, completely frozen in place, and before long, he faded to pitch black, until he opened his eyes again. He found himself in what appeared to be a bathroom, well groomed, shiny, but why did it feel so... Cold?

He looked down, finding himself without a shirt, he let out a gasp to bring his hands to his pecs and cover them, his heart was beating a mile a minute. That wasn't all that worried him though, he looked at his arms, they looked so.... Different from what he was used to.

They were of a tan complexion this time, thin, hairless. His heart trembled from such a feeling, he swallowed saliva, noticing that on the counter of the sink, there was a phone with the camera app open, he took the phone between his hands, noticing that there was a recent photo, he opened it with the pulsing of his heart.

There was a guy in the photo, with a slim frame, defined jaw and mostly aesthetic muscles, he was quite handsome (because, something to add, Callum was bisexual, although he never dared to confess it to Tessa). The more he looked at the picture, the more he realized that this guy was his new reflection.

- What the hell!?

He shouted as he looked up at the mirror, finally meeting his new reflection. He didn't look bad at all, but something didn't match, it wasn't him. Gone were his big muscles, his defined chin or his bushy eyebrows, he was now in a too thin body, he had dropped a good few inches and kilos. He felt so out of it.

He came out of the bathroom, disoriented and with only tight boxer shorts on, plus the phone in his hand.

It seemed to be a small room, like a hotel room, he was caught totally off guard by a man sitting on the bed, admiring his feet with an awkward smile on his lips.

- Fuck, I'm so big now...

He played with his toes, wiggling and spreading them, seeming mesmerized with himself and his stench.

- I look like I'm my father's age.

He smiled, stroking his big pecs before noticing him.

- Hello - he smiled arrogantly. From the looks of it, that body, and the one he was in, had been... busy. 

He swallowed saliva, grabbed some clothes that seemed to be his size to run out of that place, put everything on as he could until he got to the elevator, the rest of the hotel was in chaos, people talking in other languages, crying, looking for their relatives, he looked at his new phone where he was. Fortunately, he was not in another city, and even better, he was a few blocks away from his parents' house.

He ran as fast as he could, avoiding the crowds or those people who… There were two ways: either they were exploring each other with complete fascination, or they were in a panic with their new forms. 

He rounded the corner, glimpsing his house in the distance, he was about to walk straight in when he saw his older brother's car parked, he wanted to think the best. Until he saw him with nothing but a tight thong in the middle of the street. 

- Pierce?!

Immediately, he turned around, frightened, he covered as best he could his pectorals and underneath, his breathing was nervous. His pecs were going up and down, it was funny but... He was very focused on wanting to cover his pecs.

- Pierce?! Is that you?!

- N-no. Wait - he mumbled in fright. There was something inside his acting that felt familiar, but what was it?

- Who are you?! - he shouted. Putting himself in the most defensive position he could, though honestly, it was in vain (and ridiculous). Pierce was a mountain of muscles, he was also a sports enthusiast, he had shaped and cared for his body with great dedication (which now seemed ironic, since someone else was inhabiting it).

- My name is Tessa - he continued covering his chest - I know the house, I tried to see if someone else was coming here too.

Shit. Holy fucking shit. 

The rest of the events that happened were pretty... Strange.

His brother was never very affectionate with him, there was always a sort of friendly rivalry between the two of them, but now, to have him hugging him and saying “honey” with his pecs bouncing in the air was just too surreal an experience. And something that made his skin crawl because, as much as he wanted to ignore it, his brother's body was fucking attractive. With strong shoulders, huge pecs, biceps, a marked abdomen, and the stink...

He was ashamed to admit that several times he had taken his brother's smelly panties after an important game, locking himself in and smelling like a madman. 

So having his girlfriend in his brother's body was a challenge. 

The weeks passed with relative "normality", the world had no choice but to adapt on the fly to this massive and global exchange, some people stayed in their bodies, but the vast majority, ended up back and forth.

His parents ended up in younger bodies in the neighborhood, he thought they would have quite a few problems regarding their privacy, but on the contrary. They were more than happy with their new bodies, and each other. 

They had acquired a strange habit of wearing tight and tiny clothes, and what to say about their noises at night?

And his brother, was the opposite extreme. He had ended up in the body of one of his college classmates, from the first years, thin as a toothpick. And a victim of another phenomenon that accompanied The Great Shift: coupling. The new body wearer seemed to merge with what he once was, taking on his personality or attributes. So there was his brother, wearing tops, crossing his legs and enjoying the attention of other men.

And well, the "worst" of his problems was undoubtedly Tessa. Not because the chemistry between them had been lost, or because he had finally not been honest with her about his sexual identity, but, because of the body she was now in. 

It felt strange to see his "brother" act exactly as his girlfriend did, her phrases, her new outfits. Because... it seemed she had found her brother's tightest and most revealing clothes, and that was all she wore. 

And it was tempting Callum more and more. It was slowly turning him, seeing his brother in those tight clothes, his thighs wrapped in the fabric, his pecs almost with the strap in the middle of them, rubbing so hard against those... Shit! He was lost.

He thought he could restrain himself, but his new body seemed almost begging for that release, as he watched her buttocks, the deep sound of her voice alone, made him so rigid. And the stench... shit, it seemed that Tess wanted to challenge the limits of her new body to the extreme, she was living it up in the gym; his brother's job had implemented a paid vacation where they decided which workers were still fit and which were not, so all she did, was work out. Putting on those tight shorts, compression shirts, and taking hundreds of pictures to send to him.

He didn't know if it was on purpose, if she knew that this carnal feeling was slowly consuming him or if she was just doing it as she used to take casual pictures to send him, though... She used to pout, cute poses, now he (or she?) just flexed, bragging about his new weapons. 

- Don't you think I look fat? - he murmured as he caressed his belly, both of them in the room. He was still wearing his sports clothes, soaked with that stale sweat; he was never much of a fan of body odor, but this body, jeez. It seemed his new nose was ultra-sensitive, attentive to every scent, maximizing it and getting excited at the slightest hint of exertion.

He was just trying to keep his composure as he watched him.

- Uh... No, not at all. You look fine. 

- But I look so big - he flexed his biceps - I know I almost tripled my original size but I just feel so... Full.

He moved his hands to his pecs to weigh them, they went over his abs and hips until they ended at his glutes, which he still moved in a confused way. 

- Well, Pierce had a very muscular body, that's what you have, not fat. Easy

- Are you sure?

He moved his legs this time, letting them shake with simple inertia, he didn't know how much more he could take.

- Very sure. 

Another challenge that appeared over the weeks was that Tessa didn't dare touch her new manhood, only to go to the bathroom, and she usually did it sitting down. Away from there, she seemed to shy away from it like cats shy away from water. Which caused his mood to worsen, exploding at the slightest thing (What hadn't they put whipped cream on his iced coffee? Watch out), he didn't want to intervene until he almost ended up breaking the living room TV because one of his favorite contestants was eliminated from his reality show.

Because let's be honest, he was also avoiding the moment of confronting Pierce's tool.

- You want me to do what?

He muttered with a grunt. He had convinced him to go work out at the gym. The stenches of the place were driving him crazy, and the sight of her wearing those tight blue shorts, with a white sleeveless t-shirt, didn't help at all.

- Well, you need to... Get yourself free. That usually happens with men.

- No way I'm doing that.

He mumbled, doing more push-ups. 

- And can't you try? Maybe I'll get better with that, what have you got to lose?

She sighed. Stopping the exercise.

- Fine, we'll do it.

Little had he noticed that Pierce's account had been filled with lots of pictures after working out, showing off his attributes, his huge legs or his big arms, jeez. I had pulled so hard on my masculinity in the last few weeks with just his photos.

And to have given the suggestion that he try that "release" was like putting a noose around his neck.

Tessa had become addicted to it, she was doing it almost four times a day, and the worst part was that his brother's body had a very good resistance. He could come buckets and buckets of thick substance consecutively! Not even 30 minutes had to pass for that thing to be full again! His mood improved, yes, but his hormones seemed to take off all the way to heaven. 

- Come on, honey... Do that with your hand again, I want you to wrap it around.

- Tessa, I think...

- Please. 

She mumbled with a moan before sticking her tongue out, shit. He was making everything so hard for him, he took his hands between his to bring them to his fat pecs, making me caress them, his face showed desperation and pure lust. 

- Or don't you want to do it, don't you want to satisfy a huge guy like me? - A mocking smile appeared on his face, licking his lips - May those nice lips you have now, be of some use. 

Even his legs trembled just hearing him say such things. With that stench, those stinky armpits… He couldn't take it anymore.

The guy simply lunged against him to start licking his armpits in desperation, enveloping his nose with his stench, that intoxicating aroma that even caused him to twist his eyes in between moans, he clutched at his chest with utter need, listening to Tessa's gasps and light giggles. Or Pierce now? It felt like everything was giving his so many... spins. Ugh.

- How obedient - The other teased, wrapping his fingers through his locks - I thought you'd never get used to this.

He murmured, with an arrogant smile on his lips, he seemed to be completely loving having Callum like that, obedient and submissive in front of him. With his head trapped between his stinking armpits.

The contrary couldn't even formulate sentences, just gasped before licking and sniffing. 

- Wait – He pushed him away, Callum let out an annoyed groan. The new Pierce pulled him close to his lips to try to calm him down – Finally you're not acting like a prude, so there's something I want to do.

He got up to move to the closet. Starting to pull out different clothes, tight, too tight. 

- I must admit, your brother had a body to die for, with these huge things – he let out a laugh, bringing his hands to his pecs to squeeze them, even not holding back from letting out a gasp with a grin – Now I feel like I can lift anything with these biceps, look at them! – he flexed arrogantly, before the hypnotized and goofy look of his boyfriend who only nodded – I must admit that the stench was so bad at the beginning, but I started to like it, it makes me feel... powerful, manly. You know, being a woman you can feel so small, so... vulnerable – he took one of the garments to slide it down his thighs and pull it up, as well as the t-shirt. Leaving his torso snug through the compression shirt – But I'm so big now, so strong and powerful, and then there's this huge thing.

He said taking in his manhood, boasting and shaking it in the air through the fabric, letting out a few deep chuckles.

Callum was more than delighted by what he was seeing, looking eager, hungry, desperate for more. "Pierce" he let out a derisive chuckle.

– Close your mouth, don't go dropping spit.

Before Callum could do anything, he felt his “ex” girlfriend, grab him by the head to sink his face between his buttocks, even letting out a slight flatulence that far from discomforting Callum, only caused him to let out a long, drawn out moan.

- Pff... Sorry, guy’s stuff, right, bro?

Callum nodded slowly, only listening to the chuckle of his opponent before being dragged back down to his fat cake.

From then on, the two became closer, even a couple, even a "perfect" couple, they were happy in public, and gasps abounded behind closed doors. The new Pierce was at times extremely masculine, and at others he let his feminine side come out like it was nothing.

But one thing that had changed in their relationship, no doubt, was Callum's attitude, always eager to please his man.

- What are you doing, honey?

- I just came for a swim. Why?

Callum waited a while for an answer.

- I want you home, quick. Daddy's horny and needs your mouth to clean up all the exertion of exercise.

- As you command...

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