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possesseddesiress · 17 hours ago

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Stranger

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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Stranger

— How do I look?

The message popped up from his boyfriend. But instead of feeling excited — or even interested — something just didn’t sit right. A cold unease settled in his stomach. For weeks now, he’d noticed that Dorian had been acting… off.

Different.

Like he wasn’t himself anymore. He’d started forgetting his usual routines, the small details, stuff he used to remember without thinking. He spoke differently. Walked differently.

At first, he thought maybe it was just stress from finals, or maybe Dorian was just going through a new phase. But he couldn’t ignore the other signs.

But he couldn't ignore how he kept staring at his reflection too much, as if it were brand new, the impromptu push-ups, sniffing his armpit when no one was watching. The boy had a bad feeling, too bad to keep avoiding it.

— I’m home – Dorian’s voice rang out, casual. He dropped his stuff by the door and walked through the lower floor, eventually finding him in the kitchen. He was already waiting there with a glass of water in hand, unsure of how to even begin this conversation. How do you bring up something like this? How do you tell your boyfriend he doesn’t feel like your boyfriend anymore?

Because Dorian wasn’t just acting strange — he was becoming something else. More narcissistic. More... exhibitionist. Sure, he’d always been athletic, but now it was all about the gym. Flexing every chance he got, posting thirst traps on his stories constantly, showing off his gains.

Which made him quite jealous, as he had never had that kind of behavior before. He wanted to see a pattern, but his mind was honestly blank, though he couldn't help but notice a strange familiarity in all that acting.

— Everything okay? You’re not gonna say, ‘Glad you’re home’?

— Glad you’re home – he muttered, sipping from the glass.

— How excited you sound - he said with total sarcasm, he could see how he slightly raised his arm to give him a puff, inhaling. Nodding as if authorizing his own bad smell, because yes, his boyfriend's stench had also worsened in the last weeks, he always excused himself with that he had “forgotten” to put on deodorant, take a bath or take a change of clothes, he arrived smelly, reeking of sweat and masculinity.

— Hey, Dorian... – he took a sip – If that's your name – he thought it was risky to broach the subject like that, if his boyfriend was only going through one facet, he would look crazy -- I think it's time to leave the theatrics aside. Don't you think?

— What are you talking about, dear?

Another drink of water, I needed courage.

— I know you're not my boyfriend, so who the fuck are you?

He wanted to be strong, at least look imposing. He held his gaze, trying not to break or throw it away because of his nerves, he could see Dorian's confused face, he was trying to find the words, but then came the worst. He heard how he let out a laugh, slowly starting to take off his sportswear to lay it on the floor, sweat could be felt in the air, it stank. Stinking and rancid from head to toe, down to just a tight blue boxer, which by the way. It was new, too tight and clingy for his boyfriend's tastes.

— Pfff. Finally you realize, I was getting tired of playing your stupid boyfriend.

His heart was beating fast, what the fuck had he just said? He had been psyching himself up all morning with that possible scenario, but it was certainly a very different thing to hear it from his lips, than to be thinking about it. The truth was there, what was he supposed to do with it now?

— Who are you? What the fuck do you want?

— You, of course – a mocking smile was drawn on him, coming closer to grab his waist tightly, sinking his fingers in.

He tried to push him aside, although the strength of his boyfriend played against him, he felt his breathing, the warmth of his sighs sticking against his skin and his own body temperature.

— I ask again, who are you?

His legs were trembling, he prayed so hard that this being, or whoever was with him, would not realize it. He was really trying to be strong, he couldn't just leave his boyfriend's body in nothingness, no matter how scared he was.

— Wow, button, I thought you were smarter than that.

Finally letting go, he watched as "Dorian" poured himself a glass of water, smiling softly. "Button", it hit him like a bucket of cold water, there was only one person in the world who had called him that, his ex-boyfriend. It was a ridiculous nickname, which he hated with all his heartbeat, his ex always shielded himself with that it was a cute nickname, for being as cute as a button, although it was a nickname of double intention, "button" and "bottom" sounded almost the same, so it was a nickname to indicate the position of the boy in the relationship, which irritated him.

— What are you doing here, Stuart?

His fists clenched tightly.

— Nothing. Just hanging out – Dorian's voice finally came through, and for the first time, it actually sounded different. It was the same tone, the same voice he'd grown used to over the past five months… But now it felt wrong. The way he spoke, the inflection — it was just like Stuart. How hadn’t he noticed sooner?

— Get out of him. Now.

— Or what? – Stuart chuckled through Dorian’s mouth. – You’ve got no way to get me out. You don’t even know how I got in, to begin with.

His heart pounded so loud it drowned out everything else, his hands trembled — equal parts fear and rage. He felt sick, how had he missed it? How had he not noticed that his beloved Dorian wasn’t really Dorian anymore? Had Stuart been pretending this whole time? For weeks? Or maybe even longer, like a month.

— What do you want? Why him?

— Because I like to have fun – he traced a line between his stolen pecs – And I must admit you picked a good catch, I mean... Look at these things – he flexed his arms self-centeredly.

— No, Stuart. You and I broke up, that's in the past, now give me back my boyfriend.

The other let out a laugh, denying.

— Oh, poor innocent button... You broke up with me, for me there's nothing left in the past. And, this guy stole you from me, so why not return the favor by stealing his body?

He felt so nauseous, he didn't know if it was from nerves or disgust.

— And what did you do in it?

— A couple of things, actually. Don't worry though, I haven't cheated on you or anything yet. I've just... I've bragged about these guys – he said flexing – every place I can. If you knew how popular your little boyfriend is, no doubt you'd be jealous. Who knew his stench would stun so many?

There was that stupid laugh again. He could see his boyfriend's fangs coming out, a gesture only Stuart made. Again, how had he not noticed? The signs were obvious.

— Please let him go, he has nothing to do with you or me, our history is something separate. Let him go.

— You're crazy if you think I'll let this go. I'll tell you again, in case I didn't make it clear, you got yourself a pretty good catch, and I'm getting addicted to it. Just, have you seen his feet yet? Nah, I'm not leaving here.

He took another drink of water, before setting the empty glass down on the counter, he reached over to take it lightly on the chin, not sinking his fingers in, but felt it radiate that control of the hands, he didn't need to exert force.

— Now. A few new things must be clear... From now on, I'm in charge. There's no need to go back to pretending to be your stupid little boyfriend, several things are going to change, and I hope you get used to it. Unless... You willingly give yourself to me, it can be just the two of us again.

— Or else what?

— If not... You can say goodbye to your little boyfriend. Rest assured that "he" will be unfaithful to you, so the clock is ticking.

He let it out, the guy gasped, resigned to watch his new arrogant boyfriend walk up the stairs, leaving a stench behind him.

What followed was utter martyrdom. Stuart made no secret at all of boasting about now possessing Dorian's body, he wore shorter and shorter t-shirts, showing off his arms, or tops to show off his abs, he didn't bathe, all the people mouthed about how "stinky" Dorian now was. Some were completely disgusted by it, others were fascinated by it.

He lived it up in the gym, taking pictures of himself. With his chest in the air, his armpits up or his new feet the same for anyone who wanted to see them, as if his intention was to show that a new "naughty" Dorian was in town.

And he didn't know what to do. Questions were piling up, both his and other people's. Why was Dorian acting like this? Were they still together? Did he know that he was posting pictures showing off his muscles? Hadn't he noticed that he was flirting with other guys?

Months went by, and nothing was changing at all. It was always Stuart trying to squeeze through him legs like water, him turning him down again, and one more picture of “Dorian” on his social media. He hated that smirk on his face, the Stuart smile.

He tried to look everywhere for solutions and answers, he even went to Stuart's house, maybe Dorian had ended up in his body, but his ex-boyfriend's parents (who now seemed not to recognize him), would only tell him that they didn't know any Stuart and had never had any children. At that level of fucked up he was.

He didn't know what he did to alter reality, or even, if Dorian was anywhere. He was running out of ways.

— Are you going to want this or should I give it to someone else?

He felt his phone vibrate.

Crap.

He knew time was running out for him. But he wasn't about to let him win, he wouldn't let him do it. He would find answers, and he would bring Dorian back, no matter what.

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possesseddesiress · 5 days ago

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Haunted: Occupied

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

Haunted: Occupied

prologue: Haunted

part one: Possession Play

part two: The Bet

Zeke had left this world back in 2009 thanks to an overdose of hallucinogens at a party in the school gym.

He wasn’t very remembered, only a few people cried over his death. To most, he was just another kid who used to sneak off to smoke in the bathrooms during class. He wasn’t a troublemaker, just... mostly spaced out. And in the afterlife, he stayed that way. Due to the substances still lingering in his system when he died, as a ghost, he remained... well, high.

Consciousness in the clouds, a dopey smile on his lips, chasing imaginary butterflies. He was a good friend, when he didn’t lose track of the conversation. Luckily, today was one of his rare lucid days.

– So, are we ready to make the bet?

Brady finished saying, some ghosts murmured among themselves, Julian still looked annoyed and ended up storming out of the room without a word, followed by Elliot and Marco trying to calm him down.

Rex, another ghost, the classic “problem kid” who died mysteriously in the school’s mechanic workshop, just sat there, arms crossed and not amused.

– So what? We tell him we want to be friends? Kiss him and that’s it? He’s just gonna say yes?

– Please, my friends. You lack vision. Since when do mortals scare us like this? – Brady added, surprisingly confident for someone who died doing parkour off the school roof just to record it for YouTube.

– What if we possess him? – Daniel suggested, with that same uptight, political air he always had.

– Nah, that’s boring. The fun is in messing with him, showing him the ghost world. When have we really interacted with mortals without possessing them?

– Plenty of times, actually.

– No, no. I mean when they knew what was happening? When they saw their teacher suddenly turning into an exhibitionist, not just randomly, but because something else was controlling him.

– But that’s against Mr. Ashford’s rules. Mortals must not know about possession

– Mr. Ashford is a buzzkill. Besides, he’s just a mortal. What’s he gonna do? Tell someone? Best case, he ends up in a psych ward.

They all kept talking, too caught up to notice that Zeke had already slipped away. He moved carefully through the hallways, heading to one place: the principal’s office.

He dodged passing students and teachers — he didn’t want to end up inside the wrong body by accident. His original plan was to possess the principal himself. Total control, literally in the palm of his hand. But when he entered the office, it was completely empty.

– Shit…

He muttered, until he heard the door open.

– Sir? – The school secretary, around 26 years old, walked in. He wore a fitted, elegant suit that hugged his figure surprisingly well. Zeke immediately reconsidered his plan.

Without hesitation, he lunged at the man, entering through his mouth. The secretary tried to block whatever was forcing its way in, his face twisted in panic. He clutched his stomach, feeling it stretch unnaturally.

– What… is happening… to me? Ugh… I don’t feel so good… – he stammered, stumbling backwards – Someone… help…

But Zeke only needed five more seconds. The secretary collapsed to the floor, groaning and spasming violently before finally going limp. His eyes snapped open, now glowing green before fading gently.

– Holy shit – the previously straight-laced, no-nonsense secretary now smiled dreamily, stretching – You feel amazing

He ran his hands over his abs through the fabric of his shirt.

– Whoa! – he giggled, touching himself like a kid in a candy store. He even smacked his own ass playfully before locking the door and heading to the intercom. – Benjamin Willow, you are requested in the principal’s office.

He released the button and returned to admiring his new body, pressing, grabbing, exploring his chest through his shirt, moaning softly. The only downside to Zeke’s possessions was that his high transferred to the host too, making them sluggish and dazed.

– Shit, I’m hungry… – he whined, caressing his stomach, and then immediately feeling up his abs again. How did such a boring guy have such a great body? He flopped into the principal’s chair, spinning around aimlessly until the desk drawers caught his eye. Candy. Yes. He tore through the drawers and found a bag of hard candies, devouring them like there was no tomorrow.

It was confusing and grotesque to watch, especially since Zeke hadn’t possessed anyone in two months (not since that substitute teacher incident), and his cravings were out of control. The only way to satisfy them? A human body.

– Mfh… – he choked slightly, until a smell hit his nose and pulled him from his sugar frenzy. He sniffed the air and realized it was him. He removed his shoes, discovering the stench came from his own sweaty feet. With fascination, he began stroking his toes and soles, his hand sliding over the sweaty film.

He stripped off his socks to start sniffing them like there was no tomorrow, constantly pressing the stinking fabric against his nose. He tested the elasticity of that body, lifting his foot to smash it directly against his face, licking it greedily.

So focused was he that he didn’t hear the doorknob turning.

– Sir? You wanted me to see you?...

Benji stopped mid-sentence. The secretary was there, foot jammed into his own face, tongue out, crotch visibly hard against his underwear.

Zeke didn’t stop. It was a miracle Benji didn’t run for the hills. He just froze in place. The ghost finally noticed the eye contact and smiled dopily.

– Heeey… You’re... Georgie? No, wait, Robbie. Yeah, Robbie.

– My name is Benji, sir.

– Ah. Yeah, yeah, that’s what I said.

Zeke smiled in denial, Benji was clearly nervous. Was it... safe to stay with this guy? He knew the secretary well and he was always reserved, methodical and conservative, so now seeing him act like this was a revelation. He closed the door to sit in the chair across from him.

– So... why did you call me here?

– Well, Kenji.

– Benji.

– Right, right. I heard you had a little... gummy bear incident? Almost choked? Yeah?

Benji couldn't look away at all at the secretary's constant fiddling with his feet, even the smell of sweat hit him and.... He didn't entirely dislike it.

– Is that a problem?

– Not at all. I just want to know… Have you seen, felt, or sensed anything... unusual lately?

《 Like this? 》 he thought, but kept quiet.

– I… don’t know what you mean, sir.

Zeke kept fiddling with his new feet, stretching and spreading them, there was even a point where he didn't pay attention to the boy at all as long as he kept fiddling with his new body.

– C’mon, man. You must’ve seen something strange.

Benji thought back. Just moments ago he had witnessed something pretty weird in the gym, a guy floating around, one of the typical jocks acting weird and.... Being indecent in public, and then the other guy. His own scream. He thought he was going crazy, it had all started with that gummy bear. What if he had some mental disorder already? Did he have a family history of that?

Nervousness settled in him. He couldn't tell that man what he had seen, he would send him straight to a psychiatrist!

– I—well... I don’t think I felt anything unusual. Just shock, I guess. Like, my life flashing before my eyes or whatever – he lied again. He only heard those voices... And one of them, he heard again in the gym.

Yeah, he was totally crazy.

– Really? Nothing like... ghosts?

He swallowed hard.

– Ghosts? Of course not! Haha. Why would I see that? They don’t exist, sir.

Zeke’s smile faded to a serious look.

– No? Are you sure?

– Because they’re not real…

Zeke wasn’t sure if what he was about to do was from being so high, or genuine intent. “Seeing is believing” – he thought.

He spread his legs and pulled down the secretary’s pants, exposing his bulge. He propped his feet up on the desk and put his hands behind his head. Benji stared in horror and confusion. What the actual fuck…?

– If ghosts aren’t real… Why is your super serious secretary acting like this? No pants, stinky feet, flexing in front of a student? Huh?

– Um... well…

– That’d be totally weird, right?

Benji was speechless. His heart raced. He couldn’t move.

– Just watch. Then we talk.

Benji watched in terror as the man's body began to shake hard, his feet pounded the table a little more as he made strange sounds, as if trying to regurgitate something. His eyes lit up green and from his mouth emanated a smoke of the same color with an aroma of... Mary Jane?

Gradually it dispersed into the figure of a boy, he had a bit of a smirk, tousled hair and a summery vibe, although he had that smell clinging to him.

– Shit... Why does it smell so much?

– Oh yeah, it does. That's how I died, sorry.

– Died?

– Yup. I’m a ghost. See?

He gestured like he was showing off a prize. His eyes looked slightly bloodshot and sleepy. Benji was scared, yes. Though not so much as to run away from the scene as he had in the gym. So... Was he getting crazier?

– How do I know you’re not just a hallucination?

– Good question. Smart guy – Zeke looked around, then pointed to the desk – I can tell you what’s inside that drawer. If I’m right, you’ll know it’s real.

– But…

– Please. You may be crazy, but you can’t see through furniture.

Zeke peeked inside and quickly pulled back.

– A magazine.

– A magazine?

– Yep. Not just any kind, either.

Benji got up to look at the desk, he was waiting for the ghost to pull the drawer open, but nothing.

- I can't take up that much force, at least not in a physical body.

Just as if sensing the stimulus, the secretary's body let out a groan.

- Won't he wake up?

- Nahhh, not at all, man. Human bodies require some time after a possession. At least he'll be like this for 10 minutes.

Benji without further ado, opened the drawer, and indeed found a somewhat... “adult” magazine. So he immediately closed the drawer again.

- Okay, I believe you. But... Do you want to possess me or something?

– Possess you? Nah. Well, I mean, you’ve got a cute body and all but… – Benji glared, and Zeke shut up. Then extended his hand – I’m Zeke.

– Zeke?

– Well, Ezekiel. But yeah. You can call me Zeke.

Benji looked at the hand, wary.

– You’re not gonna possess me if I touch you?

– No. I need a body cavity. Touch doesn’t cut it, real life’s not like movies.

Benji nodded and shook his hand.

– Nice to meet you, Zeke.

They smiled for a second. Then Zeke, still a little spaced out, blurted:

– Well, I guess I won the bet.

– Bet?

– Yeah! There are more ghosts at school. We bet who could reach you first, since you’re the first living person who can see us. Isn’t that wild?

Benji was dumbfounded, what had he just said? He felt used without a doubt. Like a mere toy, now ghosts were using him like that too?

That was the last straw. He didn't even answer anything, tears were threatening to gush out and he wouldn't cry in front of him. He simply turned to leave, slamming the door.

Zeke stood in confusion, returned his gaze back to the secretary, lifting his shoulders.

- Looks like it's just you and me, big guy – he grinned before pouncing back against his body and possessing him.

The man's body twitched violently for a while until he opened his eyes again with that typical Zeke smile.

- Well, where do we stand?

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This will be a new series of stories called “Haunted”, set in a school and will feature lots and lots of possessions, body changes and more. I hope you liked it and you're ready for lots and lots of possessions with armpits, sweat, muscles and feet included. In this series of stories, absolutely all characters are adults — including ghosts, the bodies they inhabit, and every other protagonist involved

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possesseddesiress · 7 days ago

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Request: College Swap

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Request: College Swap

You had admired Zane from the first second your eyes met his when you accidentally ended up in the gym, right in the gymnasts' area. To him, you were practically invisible, just another person in the crowd, one among many, but to you: He was perfect.

A well-built athlete, with a slim frame but big muscles, the fruits of being on the bars or holding his own weight. And you lusted after him, drooled over him every time you ran into him or saw him on social media. Those muscles he had... They had to be yours, no matter what.

You had been frequenting a store of magical things, trinkets, at first you thought. Although your instinct seemed to go off more and more each time you went in just to "look", until you finally got the courage: It was a small but eye-catching vial they sold as a body-changing potion, it cost 20 bucks but, you wanted it, didn't you?

So you bought it and laid out your plan. You both had to drink from the potion, how could you give a "stranger" a concoction without him getting suspicious? Easy, get into watering down, which just happened to coincide with some competitions that the university would soon be holding.

The day arrived, you got ready with a ridiculous uniform just to deliver water, there were several thermoses, each one belonging to an athlete, although you knew perfectly well which one belonged to Zane. You opened it, poured half the flask and mixed it with water, the rest, you drank it yourself. It tasted a little bitter, but nothing out of the ordinary (or at least nothing beyond a burning in the chest and throat, like having drunk boiling water); the competitions were going well, technically he was already within a whisker of winning, although he hadn't touched the bottle the whole time, and that worried you. What would happen if he didn't drink the water? You couldn't force him to drink it, and he would surely throw it away if he didn't drink it now.

But like a miracle, before his last round, he came up for a sip. You hoped that was enough, then watched him leave and return to the platform to finish his act.

Some pirouettes, somersaults and so on, you admired his agility, how he moved confidently on his hands and his strong legs cushioned the impact when he fell back to the floor, the acrobatics left you dumbfounded, until you felt the discomfort getting worse, you felt everything around you blurred, that things were wobbling and a cold sweat running down your spine, you began to regret doing that, maybe it was a bad decision, who would think of drinking something from who knows where and who knows what?

You felt how everything faded to black and then the light emerged quickly, you felt almost how you spun in the air and by mere inertia, you knew how to put your feet to hit the ground, a dry noise sounded, you opened your eyes with lethargy to realize that you were in the middle of the platform. You looked down to find your pectorals hidden in a red singlet, you also felt your huge new legs being hugged by the compression fabric, and you struggled for your new manhood not to rise up at that moment, you felt the sweat, the burning of the muscles, your chest rising and falling. Loud applause began to resound from the audience, which made you make a somewhat arrogant smile, you widened your muscles and let out a sort of grunt in celebration for the victory. And not only for that great “performance”, but for now having your body.

His muscles, his face, that stench... it was driving you crazy. You wanted to just get off the platform and start sniffing yourself like crazy, exploring those stinky armpits from so much physical work and effort. But first you had to pick up a trophy, and yes, you were going to take the opportunity to show off those new arms and armpits that now belonged to you.

And you sure loved being Zane! It seems that being a gymnast does indeed have its perks, like a trip to the beach for competitions (luckily you retained his muscle memory, because without it, you would have had to give up being a gymnast for sure), but anyway. There you were, enjoying your new body on the beach, and you were really going to show it off...

Zane was straight, but with you in charge, that was over, you took the opportunity to show off your new body, going shirtless every place you could, you loved to feel the stares of others, how other men drooled at the mere sight of you strutting around, with your marked back, or that seemingly innocent face they adored. Yes, you were somewhat self-centered, but who didn't love attention? Well, you didn't love it, you adored it, you wanted more.

A little arrogant, yes, but who cares?

You would stay Zane for the rest of your life, you still cared for his muscles, his grades, not a single slip up, this was your treasure and you would take care of it from head to toe.

(Maybe a little more feet because... wow, no doubt they stank too)

But it was something you loved too, his whole scent was like sacred musk that you had access to whenever you wanted; you had been called a couple of times to use deodorant or take better care of your hygiene but you wouldn't give up these stinky armpits and feet, you loved the stench, so masculine, so powerful.... Besides, what were they going to do anyway? They would never dare to lose their star element.

The more you were in his body, the more advantages you discovered, like your newfound elasticity, you could get as low as you wanted, and that in bed made things quite interesting. You were getting a little addicted to putting your foot against your face or even... Occupying your own mouth to give you fun. And even those buttocks... How great they looked in those singlets you wore more for fun than for training, how it thrilled you to wear them, to feel the fabric, to leave it so stinky and wet, hell train in it, if it were up to you, you'd train without any clothes on at all.

You loved your strength, the endurance, how the clothes stuck to your muscles and stretched trying to contain it. You loved being a sweaty jock, maybe you could buy more of those mystery potions and give other nerds or losers like you a chance to change your body, no doubt there were plenty of jocks you wanted to have fun with.

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possesseddesiress · 8 days ago

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The Great Shift: Lighter

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The Great Shift: Lighter

Ray (34)

How do I start this?... Before everything that happened with The Great Shift, I was a priest in a small county church in the country, I used to be very devout, at no time did I ever think of breaking my vows no matter how tempting the “meat” that was put in front of me, the women were beautiful, but my resolve was firm. Or at least I was until I ended up in this body, my new name is Oliver, a gay guy from the county.

He used to work out a lot, with those big arms and his juicy pecs... Those fat legs that moved every time he worked out like jelly, and his big meaty buttocks. God no! This is the problem I talked about, I seem to be so... Concentrated on all these unholy thoughts that I find it harder and harder to get out of them, no matter how much I want to resist, I always ended up falling into temptation. And is it that you've seen this body? It's to die for, with his defined shoulders, his thin but still strong arms, with that flat but so sensitive chest, I could play hours and hours with them, it's like feeling an electric charge go through you, like lightning. And then his smelly feet.

I've put them on my face at least thirty times since I woke up in his body, with the sweat freshly soaked through my sneakers, juicy, stinky and smelly... Perfect to sniff and lick for hours without worrying about anything; I think that's one of the best things about being in his body now, I don't have to worry about anything at all. No more sermons, no more masses, or even listening to people talk about their silly problems, now I can just sit and smell my armpits and lick my feet! That's all that matters to me. Fuck everyone else, as long as I still have this body, everything will be fine. And what else can I say, I certainly love that whole experience of “intimacy” it's so... Liberating, feeling their body stamping against mine, the warmth of skin rubbing against skin, the gasps... I love it.

Gunther (48)

I ended up in this guy's body, he must be in his early twenties, and although at first it didn't bother me at all to end up in him (I must admit he has a very good physique and great looks, no doubt he would be successful with young girls), when I saw his closet was the real big problem.

Apparently this guy is gay, he has his closet full of women's clothes, very colorful, quite tight or extremely revealing. Where were the men's clothes? The shirts, the soccer t-shirts? I swear this guy even had lingerie in his closet! I couldn't go out on the street like that, I'd look extremely ridiculous, I'd be the mockery of everyone, although... The more I touched the fabric the cuter it got. Why was I complaining? I would look good anyway in these clothes, with that lace... They looked good on my arms and armpits, wait. What's that smell? Pff... At least there's something that still smells “manly” in here, jeez, but how good does that smell. Damn, damn, I just want to sink my nose into my armpit, what's happening to me? I just gotta... I gotta resist, I... I gotta smell more! Mffffhhh, it smells so good. Shit, yeah!

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Quick: BodyCon

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Quick: BodyCon

Kenji (48)

I was a sound technician, that afternoon I was about to repair a stereo that was malfunctioning and suddenly I was somewhere else, it looked like a... Convention?

I didn't understand (and I still don't understand much of what's going on), but I ended up in this much younger body, maybe I'm in my 20s, but see how those muscles show through the suit! I never had muscles before, gosh, this feels too good...

Peter (19)

I was at the convention when it all happened. I was a video game junkie, skinny, kind of weird, never had a chance with girls... But now I'm in this body! Just look at the way my jaw is marked, so sharp it cuts!

And how the suit fits, gosh, everything is in place and it's so tight... I think the only problem is how hot I feel, like my hormones are going crazy. Is that normal? This is like the sixth time I've been to the bathroom… And I feel weird being around men, like I love their attention…

Austin (56)

I used to teach History at a high school. Sometimes the students drive me crazy, they are rude, dumb and sometimes don't even bathe, maybe I was just envious because now I end up in the body of an equally stinky guy with big muscles.

I like how everything is remarked, from head to toe. Even more so in the waist, I look good... And who cares about the smell? If there's stink it's because there was hard work in the gym. I'll smell as much as I want so they can see these huge muscles! Fuck Yeah!

Ryan (42)

I had my family, my loving wife, two spectacular children and a good career in real estate, although all of that can go away because now I'm in this body. It's so different...

I was muscular in my old life but this is a whole different level, it looks like this guy was working out to have muscle in too specific areas.

I feel like my glutes are so huge that I throw everything away when I walk by, and gosh, I feel so... hormonal all the time.

I'm not attracted to women anymore, all I think about is men. With every guy that walks by with big muscles, it's like losing my sanity more, I just wish they would grab me by the hair and overpower me...

Shit, no! Why am I thinking that? It feels so wrong. Or so good... I love my new hips, this whole body so huge for another guy to take, yeah...

Maxime (24)

Originally I was from France, finance student, I was quite reserved, more interested in studying, never went to parties, never had many friends, very self-conscious of myself. But now I'm in this body. And it feels so strange, feeling the tightness of the spandex, the accessories, those muscles...

Screw my reserved attitude. This body must be flaunted, flaunted and adored by others. Just look at these pecs!

Jordan (30)

I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend today, everything was going perfect, the dinner, the evening. And suddenly I was in another body, in another state!

Surrounded by weirdos who dressed up as superheroes, and now I was one of those weirdos. The worst thing was how tight this suit felt! My skin doesn't seem to breathe, everything is stuck together, more back there...

But what am I complaining about? If everything looks so good, with this huge ass... Fuck my girlfriend, I want attention from a couple of guys.

Andres (41)

I used to work as a night guard, it was a very strenuous job... Very exhausting, I was sure it had already taken its toll on me, my body looked much older than it really was.

And the back pain was so annoying. But in the blink of an eye, I was here, in a much, much younger, muscular body... With that expensive cologne smell, fat legs and a tight suit, no way I'm giving this up.

Malik (22)

My life was quite difficult, I was a migrant (and possibly I would be deported at any moment), I had a horrible job in which I was paid so little that it was not enough for anything. But now I don't have to worry about anything, I ended up in this place, with this body and new suit, everything so tight...

And next to this guy, I don't know if these bodies were originally a couple because I've wanted to kiss him so badly ever since I saw him. You know what? I'm not going to worry anymore, it's a new opportunity and I think I saw a perfect place to sneak off and discover our new bodies, I bet he's just as excited as I am.

Sam (21)

I was at the convention from the beginning, I had a pretty mediocre cosplay because I did it last minute, and, anyway, how could I wear a superhero costume? I was too skinny, too scrawny, everything was going to look bad for me to be the laughing stock of everyone.

But now I end up in this guy's body! I think he's Japanese or Korean because now I have a bit of a weird accent and I understand everything I read in the original manga, but gosh, I love too much how the suit fits, how tight, those muscles, how it goes into certain orifices... Now I understand why everyone goes to the bathroom so much, jeez.

Kennedy (45)

What the fuck! Just a few seconds ago I was in my house and now I'm here! I was with my wife and kids, about to eat dinner, blessing the food and being thankful for it and suddenly I was surrounded by guys in ridiculous superhero costumes. And what am I wearing?! I look like a girl in this, it makes my glutes look huge!

But... It makes me look good, doesn't it? Why was I so upset just now? If I look fantastic, they should take as many pictures of me as they want, I'll even get down on my knees if they ask me to...

Luan (29)

This must be a fucking joke.

This body is not bad at all, but it's nothing like what I was used to! I was an underwear model, I was at the top of my career, I took too much care of my muscles, my huge legs or my pecs. and now it's flat, all flat!

Jazz (22)

To start with, I was a woman originally... I was at the convention in an anime girl costume, my body was slim, well proportioned in some areas like bust or legs, but suddenly I was in the body of a huge guy. With big biceps, a six-pack and a tool that I feel throbbing for me to walk, damn... I was certainly well "endowed" before, but these pecs are on another level.

Phillipe (56)

I used to live in England, I was already retired, I didn't leave the house much, my life was really boring and monotonous, suddenly I was in the garden and the other. I was surrounded by weird stands and... this suit.

I felt like new, I had never been this toned and... “endowed”. "I hadn't felt this rush of energy and hormones in a very long time, damn... That I'm surrounded by so many people in fitted suits, with muscles and a smell of sweat and musk, doesn't help at all. But how good it feels to be young again, holy cow.

Roger (18)

No way, no way! You must be kidding! I ended up in my older brother's body. Yes!

I was very fond of video games and all things geek, I was a nerd, or however you want to say it, with a face full of pimples and a body more made up of fat than anything else. My brother was completely different (well, only in physique), as he was also a fan of those things, but extremely handsome, with muscles, an attractive face and endless costumes that he always wore to cosplay.

I was jealous, yes, but all of this was now mine! Have you seen how these biceps look when I flex them? They're mine alone now! I'm going to spend hours looking at myself in the mirror and stroking myself, yeah.

Rin (20)

I always picked on people at my school who were really into anime, video games or stuff like that, they were nerds to me. I preferred things like exercise, cars and stuff like that, men stuff. I was very well worked out, with muscles from the gym plus other sports disciplines, hard as a rock. But now I ended up in this body.

I don't know if it's karma to be in a body with a suit so tight it's like a second skin and it gets in where it shouldn't, shit. I'm tired of taking it off over and over again, the worst part is that the more I'm like this, the more I seem to like it. My tool gets hard from just feeling the slightest touch, shit, shit, shit. This can't be happening, I don't know how long I can hold on like this because... Oh man, this guy really has sensitive nipples, shit, shit, shit!

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Request: Goo'd Up

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Request: Goo'd Up

- I look good, don't you think?

"Jin" smiled as he flexed his arms with an arrogant smile, raising his arms a little more so he could smell his armpit, feeling the strong musky aroma, rancid and powerful, looking directly at a jar with a viscous substance similar to slime.

And that was not Jin, it was Richard.

A nerd from the guy's school, and he was obsessed with the asian guy, why? Well, it was easy to answer: He was handsome, muscular, stinky, manly and charming. And Richard loved that, he was night after night looking for a way to have him for himself, he even thought about hypnosis, he wanted it either way, for him, or to be him.

And apparently it was quicker to get the second one. He found an Internet, very deep down, a kind of ritual that allowed him to detach from his body, and transform his soul into a goo, he had one hour to find his host or he would disappear.

It was a risky gamble, but Richard wanted to put everything in the bag, it was all or nothing. And he had finally succeeded.

He knew where the guy lived, after all, they were both from the same neighborhood, he went to some of his parties when they were both teenagers and talked to him, over time that changed radically but... They were other details. He crept through the garden until he reached the backyard, where Jin was lying on a hammock, asleep.

To Richard's surprise, in his slime form he was quite fast, too fast. He climbed up the trunk where the cloth was tied to stop on one of the branches, observing his opponent from above.

He calculated the trajectory a little, he had to enter through some orifice, so he chose the mouth. He pounced quickly, taking advantage of the fact that the guy was about to snore, without any resistance, he entered suddenly. This caused Jin to stand up confused, trying to get out whatever it was trying to enter. He thought that maybe it was an insect or that he swallowed saliva by accident, but when he felt it move and stretch, he panicked even more.

He tried to put his fingers in his mouth to pull it out but it was impossible, Richard was already spreading all over his body, the athlete felt how he lost more and more control of his body, it was like a tingling and numbness sensation, his fingers stayed in his mouth while he completely lost control.

Slowly he opened his eyes, although that was no longer Jin, it was Richard. He felt his new long fingers in his mouth and with an awkward smile he soon began to lick them greedily and desperately, they still had a very faint touch of sweat. Though at that he felt a discomfort from his stomach, like a cramp, and then a gag, and another.

He had no choice but to lean to the side and pull whatever it was that was trying to come up his throat, he thought maybe he had lost control of Jin's body, but when it finally came out, he found himself still in control.

He looked at his hands in confusion, then looked down and found another slime substance that looked like the one before, only this one was red. He realized that surely that was Jin, that was never mentioned in ritual but it made sense that only one presence could inhabit the body.

He grabbed it quickly before he could get his bearings, he squeezed it between his hand with all his strength, it was complicated because it slipped but as he could he got to the kitchen to put it in a jar and lock it inside. The substance stuck against the glass, but it was impossible to get out, he was desperate, Richard just looked at him with a crooked smile.

- It is useless for you to try to escape.

He took the vial in his hands to shake it viciously. He placed it back on the counter and began to touch himself unabashedly in front of its former owner.

- But what great muscles you have, I never thought I would have a six-pack! - the guy said with a chuckle before taking the jar to unabashedly show him his abdomen.

Richard was enjoying flattering himself and showing off his newfound talents to Jin, he was being a bit cruel, yes. But now he had the body of his dreams, he was no longer a scrawny nerd that others picked on, now he was strong, stinky, a jock par excellence.

He took the bottle to go up to his new room, there was chaos in it, dirty clothes here and there, the bed unmade, weights, some posters of models and cars, the typical room of a straight guy.

- Yuck... We have to remodel as soon as possible, don't you think?

The slime stuck again without much success, it was left on the table while Richard kept examining himself, he raised his hairy armpits with a smile.

- Hey, I don't know why you insist on always slathering on deodorant, after today, these guys will be so stinky that everyone will know you as “stinky Jin” or something.

He chuckled under his breath, stroking his abs or flexing his arms with total sass. He was loving being this arrogant, how sharp his jaw was, he was even coming up with something a hell of a lot more... interesting.

He took off the red shorts he was wearing before to be in just boxers, marveling at his shapely frame, with his huge pecs, his biceps, and gosh... that huge ass. He looked so plump, she didn't hold back and gave him a squeeze that made him gasp, it was like feeling electricity all over him.

- Oh my God, yes!

He groped hisbuttocks from below, bouncing them over and over again with giggles and gasps.

- Holy shit, I'll never give up this body!

Though in his excitement and carelessness, Jin, inside the jar, had managed to start sliding down the table to try to reach the edge, fall and escape once the glass was broken. He was just about to get there, the jar was wobbling to hit the floor, but just as it was about to hit, Richard ended up grabbing it.

- Nice try, how dumb do you think I am?

He shook the jar with all his might by way of punishment.

- As much fun as I find having you locked up in there, you'll be a constant nuisance... So what can I do with you? - he pondered until he smiled mischievously.

Richard was enjoying being Jin, he loved his new social status, being popular, the star of all the games (as it turned out he also got to keep the host's muscle memory), and those huge muscles. He couldn't get enough of massaging his pecs, and having the attention of other men (especially nerds, his old friends had had hours of fun with Jin's body.

In fact the old Jin was now one of them, since he placed it directly in his former body, sealing it there (because of course, he erased all traces of the ritual, and no way he would tell anyone how to do it, that secret would be only his), at least until he got fed up with Jin and wanted to be someone else.

But for that it would be a long time yet, because he loved being a sweaty sportsman.

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Chemistry Consultancy

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Chemistry Consultancy

I was a fan of my chemistry teacher, Mr. Caesar. He was quite handsome, muscular and had a lot of charisma.

I was a jock, one of the best in the school, to be honest. But there was something about my teacher that drove me crazy, people liked me for my big muscles, nobody was interested in my brains (because they thought I didn't have any), let alone my feelings, but with him it was different, everyone loved him for his intelligence, for being a good teacher, or even how empathetic he was.

Even though many considered me the stereotype of the stereotypical brainless jock par excellence, I was very smart. And I took advantage of that in all subjects, "except" for this one.

I was going low, not failing, but staying between the fine line between passing and failing. All so that I could stay for tutoring with him, feel his breath when he came to explain to me. I loved every sensation, his simple attention or his warmth, I wanted it all.

Absolutely everything.

- Alex, could I talk to you?

He asked at the end of the class, all my classmates came out whispering a couple of things, I just nodded trying to look nonchalant (I still wasn't out of the closet)

- Is something wrong, sir?

- I was reviewing your exams and, well. I thought we had already solved the problem of the periodic table - he flipped through a couple of things until he showed me my exam, I tried to put on a confused expression, I was not willing to lose my advising for anything in the world, I was close to the end of the year and from there, I would never go back to Professor Caesar.

- Oh... Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I think I get nervous in the exam and I forget things, you don't know how sorry I am - I lied between my teeth with a silly face.

He just let out a sigh before smiling and patting my arm.

- Don't worry, buddy. You'll probably do fine later, you're not doing bad, just give it that last effort. Ok?

He tried to encourage me, and I felt bad for a second because the only thing that got my attention at all was how good his dress shirt looked, or even his tight buttocks in his pants that drove me beyond crazy. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him just for me, any way I could get him.

- Yes, sure, thank you very much.

I grabbed my stuff, I had training in the afternoon and would be leaving the university in the evening, my same routine as always. It was already dark, my teammates were running around the field while I was practicing some serves when I felt a strange sensation that started in my stomach and spread through the rest of my body, I could barely stand up because of an intense dizziness, my limbs went numb until I ended up falling suddenly to the ground, everything went black. Had I died?

But as soon as I finished thinking such a thing, I opened my eyes with a strong breath of air, I tried to calm down but there was too much light around me, it even hurt me a little. Why was there so much light? I blinked, trying to get used to it, I turned my head to look around, realizing that I was inside what seemed to be a gym, I swallowed saliva. Was this paradise or something?

I was still confused until I saw the reflection in front of me, and found him with the same confused expression I had.

- Professor! - I shouted, and received the same expression from him. Like a mirror, I hesitantly stood up to touch the surface, watching as he copied every single thing I did, was it my reflection? I looked at my hands, I could recognize those fingers anywhere, I touched my face and smiled as if I had won the lottery.

- Yes!

I pulled out my new phone as best I could, unlocked it and activated the camera. I loved how good my muscles looked, the definition of my biceps and my hairless but shapely arms, or his pecs, how everything was highlighted with the sleeveless compression shirt I had worn to the gym, and gosh… His shorts. It was tiny, tight and clinging to my new shape, my legs looked great.

I flexed some more. I headed to the rest of the gym to continue with Professor Caesar's workout, I lifted a couple of weights, ran on the treadmill or did some push-ups, I was exhausted but I loved the burning sensation in my muscles, how they tightened and the pumping that was left. I was sporty, sure, I knew what it felt like to exercise, but this was a whole new feeling, and I was loving it; I sat on a bench with my chest rising and falling at the arrhythmic breathing, I was grinning like a fool, I felt powerful, I took out my phone again to take a picture.

I finished exercising and went to the showers, I wanted to see my body even more in its full splendor. I felt my hips move with every step I took, my fat buttocks bounce, I could feel perfectly how what seemed to be a thong clung to me, how the string was tucked between my buttocks and constantly brushed my entrance, making me gasp and moan under my breath.

I moved forward until I reached the dressing room and I could not take it anymore, I stood in front of a mirror to see my new buttocks. And they looked huge, big, round... A simple hop and the flesh quivered like jelly.

I pulled my pants down to reveal my new ass, I gasped with a smile, wiggling it again. It was so mesmerizing, I gently caressed the skin, it was soft.

Then I squeezed them tightly, I let out a gasp then settled my hand between my buttocks, right at the cleavage, I felt my fingers explore the area, my heart beating slow and my breath sounding low.

- Mfh… - I whispered.

Life as Professor Caesar was fantastic. It took me a while to start teaching, talking in front of everyone, controlling the class, mimicking his charisma; I may not have been a genius in chemistry, but I was knowledgeable enough to teach the basics. I loved the attention, feeling everyone's eyes on me, it was intoxicating... And not just at school, everywhere else: the street, the gym, anywhere.

I felt the leers: on my arms, my pectorals, my buttocks, everything. I even started dressing a little more daring on purpose. I mean, what would be the big deal?

With shorts, tight leggings, sleeveless shirts, this body was now mine and I would do whatever I wanted with it.

It took me no time at all to start exploring the world of intimacy, I wasn't new to it either; but feeling things on this body, it was completely different, every touch, every kiss, it was fantastic.

I never dared to be with a man in my body, I was bisexual, I could be with anyone I wanted originally, I was popular, handsome and muscular, but honestly... I was so scared of it. But now it was so different, I felt in power, like any man could be mine with a simple "hello", overwhelming confidence, more than charming attributes and a smile that supported anything I said.

That day I went to a gay bar downtown (something I wouldn't have dared to do even in my wildest days), but there I was, on a pool-themed night. Wearing a tiny bathing suit that highlighted my legs, I felt confident, secure and strong.

- Hey, do you come here a lot? - I heard a man behind me, he looked very muscular, and was at least a foot taller than me, he had a cocky smile on his face, but that made him even more interesting.

- Not really, why? Would you like to see more of me around? - I raised my eyebrow. This was what he was talking about, this was bravery.

- I'd love to actually.

He settled in behind me, I felt him press his hips against my back and start rubbing himself sloppily.

- Then you're in luck. Why don't we find somewhere to talk better?

The bar had rooms just for that, I moved with him until we ended up in one, I sat against one of the armchairs, smiling. My heart was pounding, I was excited, but I had to keep up my cocky facade, if this guy could play that game, two could do it.

As soon as he came closer, we started kissing hungrily, his lips and tongue crashing against mine, he immediately grabbed me by the waist to carry me and pull me against the bed, I clutched my legs against his hips to pull him to me.

It was an intoxicating debauchery, the saliva dripping down our chins, the stench that began to flood the room, feeling his skin...

I lay on my stomach, loving how dominant he was becoming, barely letting out a silly grin, feeling him thrust inside me, making me go even crazier, desperate to satisfy my desire, I rubbed myself against the bed, feeling him grab my back and forcefully exerting that back and forth, making my buttocks bounce and bounce.

- Do you like it?

- Mfh, yes!

- Are you hungry? - he pulled my hair, which made me gasp.

- Very much, daddy!

Life as Professor Caesar enchanted me, I had his brains, his charisma, his perfect looks... How everyone adored me, how good I looked, and even my aroma... That scent that belonged to me and drove me crazy, I could spend hours smelling my armpits, or my feet, who cares if I lost years of youth? I skipped all of college, I had a good job, and a body that would drive any man crazy (oh yeah, I stopped being bisexual, this body just didn't "work" when it came to women). I loved being my professor, I finally had what I wanted.

What about him? Well, it seems that having my jock body he quite liked it too, starting college again, having my popularity. He had become extremely dominant, like the king of the whole university, imposing at every step he took, both with women and men, thousands of rumors surrounded my old body, but that honestly didn't matter to me.

On the contrary, maybe I should tell him if he still needs chemistry consultancy...

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Quick: Corpus

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Quick: Corpus

“Why be you if you can be anyone?”

Corpus was a new company that started to become relevant by allowing people to exchange or possess other bodies. It was very easy, you just had to register, make a profile and choose a body from the catalog (if it was for possession). Many of them were people who rented their bodies for different amounts of money, depending on the plan and time, but almost always the bodies in the catalog were hot, just like the one I'm using right now!

You can pilot it remotely via neural link... or directly transfer your consciousness for a limited time. It's a bit of an expensive service though, but just look at these muscles.

They look a little distant from this friendly, bespectacled face, kind of like a nerd with muscles but I'm loving it. Maybe I'll tuck in a few more credits to up the service fee and stay a few extra weeks in this body.

Gosh, I love the way he smells. This guy has friends, a job, even a girlfriend and no one has noticed, much less his girl, she has no idea that her beloved boyfriend is out every night kissing other guys and moaning for hours as their bodies collide and their legs end up shaking.

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Haunted: The Bet

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Haunted: The Bet

prologue: Haunted

part one: Possession Play

Julian, or Jules as his friends used to call him, had ended up stuck in school like the others after a soccer game that went really bad… With him breaking almost all of his vertebrae and being left lying on the field before the gaze of all the fans.

He was popular, like any other athlete, although he kept many secrets, too many in fact: Behind that perfect facade was someone who struggled with the “urges” of his sexuality, he was attracted to boys as much as he was attracted to girls, although of course... How could he explore all those things in the 1980s? It was unthinkable, besides. He hated so much of his life, always trying to prove to his parents that he was smart, a good sport and good looking, he was tired.

Who knows if dying was the correct definition of “resting”. Jules was striding along with Marco to get to the old wing of the school, he with the other ghosts lived there, it was a quiet area, away from the hustle and bustle and where almost nobody went because it was more like a historical monument, perfect for the ghosts to do whatever they wanted without being seen (or when they didn't feel like possessing someone).

They could move some things, if they weren't too heavy or big; though no one could see them, or hear them, they were mere invisible specters roaming here and there without anyone noticing them, at least until now.

- The mortal can see us! - Marco walked through the library wall where the others were already gathered, some sitting, some standing.

But most were looking with some impatience and even anger at Marco and Jules, especially Elliot, nerdy ghost from 2003 who was picking up his chess pieces.

- You broke the rule - Professor Ashford, a man of apparently 35 years old, looked at them with some disgust. He took off his glasses and leaned back in his seat - Absolutely all of us, every ghost, had promised to stop occupying the living as an outlet for our desires.

- That's already a month old! - Marco rushed, which made the professor's eyes narrow even more.

- I'm not asking you how long you have, Mr. Bellamy. I'm saying you broke a rule, you're lucky that student ended up like that outside of school hours, what would you have done if someone else walked in? You could literally ruin that kid's reputation!

- And who cares, it's not our problem! - traces of Marco's somewhat selfish personality came to light - We're literally dead, stuck here. What else can we do? There's nothing new, we're here for eternity.

Silence settled in the room for a long moment, Mr. Ashford put his hand to his forehead to try to keep his composure.

- But we discovered something - Jules finally spoke - Or at least we confirmed that it is so. A few weeks ago, a guy was about to choke on a gummy bear, he could have been dead for at least... three minutes.

- Good for him, but what does it matter? - Daniel Song was another ghost, president of the class of '65, with an ego and arrogance through the roof.

- Looks like from that, he can see us.

- That's impossible, you should have guessed, a living person has never been able to do that.

- And that's why it's striking, he would literally be the first human to be able to see and hear ghosts, at least within this school.

- And what do you want the living for? - The professor said irritably - What makes you sure he wants to be with you? Or what is your plan? Make friends and have him show you the wonders of the modern world? Don't be ridiculous, he'll be afraid of you, all of us.

Another silence, perhaps longer than the previous one.

- But he's cute - Brady said without any sass at all, he was leaning back in his chair with a smile more flirtatious than anything - Why don't we have fun with him? - he leaned forward as if presenting a tempting proposition.

- What? - Elliot asked in confusion.

- Everyone likes to possess, don't you? Although there are some spoilsports here - he looked with some mockery towards Mr. Ashford, as if he was challenging him - And everyone likes men, although others also deny it - he turned directly to look at Tobias, he was the oldest ghost, from 1930, with stigmata and prudish to the max.

- And?...

- And, that guy is a loser too, or at least he is in love, why don't we shoot two birds with one stone? We have fun, and he finds an advantage in his newfound ability.

- And how do we go about convincing him?

- That's the game, whoever gets his attention, first wins.

- Don't be stupid, Brady. He's a person, he has feelings, it's not just a game to us.

- And what do you propose to do, Jules? Be his friend? Do you think you're Casper or what? - he mocked with a crooked smile - Who supports what I say?

Julian thought no one would play along with his ridiculous game, but he saw how little by little, the ghosts raised their hands, even Marco.

- What the fuck, dude? - the jock glared at his friend, it was worse when he saw that Elliot, his best friend did too.

- Sorry, man. I'm bored, you know we need something else.

The ghost was speechless, surprised and somewhat disgusted by the others' actions. Professor Ashford stood up in annoyance.

- Do what you want then, but if you get in trouble, don't come crying to me for help.

And he disappeared through the wall without further ado.

- Okay, so are you ready for betting, gentlemen?

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BFB: Part Four

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BFB: Blowout For Bro (Part Four)

Part One: BFB - Borrowed From Bro

Part Two: BFB - Be Friend's Body

Part Three: BFB - Bro's Forbidden Bliss

- Are you ready for your birthday, Jamie?

- Yes, thank you.

I smiled softly watching her leave the room, as she closed the door. I could only throw myself on the bed to cover my face with my hands.

Shit, shit. Jamie escaped yesterday and we hadn't found him anywhere, he hadn't taken the car, but there wasn't a trace of where he was. It was as if he had vanished! And worst of all: We were both still in each other's bodies, and today was his party. I heard someone knocking on the door, and immediately Luca poked his head through the wood.

- May I come in?

- Yes, yes. Come in...

I mumbled as I took off my shirt to try to find something to wear.

- How are you feeling?

- Well, someone escaped with my body, I don't know where he is and I'll probably stay like this forever, and you?

Luca let out a soft laugh. He shook his head and leaned on my shoulder.

- It wouldn't be so bad to stay in his body, would it?

- Maybe but... - I murmured, playing with my hands - It's just not my body, you know? I like it, I love it but... It's not the same to be inside him, than to be able to be with him.

Luca nodded softly, then hugged me.

- Everything will be fine, brother.

I smiled while I hugged him, we stayed like that for a while but then I hit him on the shoulder.

- Ouch, what's wrong with you?

- I don't forget that you took advantage of Jamie being in my body, silly.

JAMIE

- How good you look, Beck...

I muttered against the mirror, with an arrogant smile, I watched how his muscles glistened with sweat, how thick they looked, how stinky he smelled… The rancid aroma coming from my new armpits, filling every inch of the room, I loved being in this body. How powerful I felt, all my shyness was behind me, how pathetic I looked, I was strong now. Powerful, all alpha.

- Do you like the way I smell, bro?

I said talking to myself.

I had "holed up" at one of Beck's friends' house, a pretext that I had a fight with my parents and needed a couple of days away from the chaos.

I was about to upload the story to his social networks when something popped up from among my old body's posts: 《 Jamie's Costume Party! 》

I blinked. I swallowed spit and it was like coming back to myself for a moment. It seemed like I kept losing control between myself and the perception I had about Beck, it almost seemed like it was a possession.

I had completely forgotten my birthday, I had even forgotten Beck. Shit, shit...

I started to grab some clothes to go out again and go back to the house, I had to sort out all the chaos I did. I loved Beckett for as long as I could remember, how funny he was, how his locks were twisted, his muscles... All that charisma I loved, and I wanted him; but not like this. I wanted him, not to be him.

I slid some boxers down my legs, letting them hug the muscles, I watched myself in the reflection for a second.

- Happy birthday, Jamie

I murmured, leaving a soft kiss against the reflection before putting on the rest of my clothes and heading outside.

I was almost home when I realized something. The party was supposed to be a costume party, wasn't it? I knew it was of almost zero importance that "Beck" was at the party. But if things couldn't work out, I wanted to at least enjoy my birthday party one way or another (and the sight of Beckett's body in a costume was very tempting).

So I decided to make an emergency stop at the costume store. I tried on many costumes, some hero ones, enjoying how the muscles were marked and the spandex stuck to my costume, the relief of every part of my new body...

But there was something that didn't quite convince me. Maybe it was too generic.

And... There was still the possibility of telling him how I felt about him. How I liked him, how he made me feel... How special he was to me (even though I wasn't to him), also that I regretted eloping with his body, and if I had anything to do with us ending up like this.

I was thinking about it all when I noticed the perfect disguise, I smiled slyly, bingo.

BECKETT

I was pacing around the room nervously, moving my hands from side to side, intertwining my fingers, stretching them, moving them in circles. I could hear the music booming outside, the laughter and the people in the different parts of the house like the pool or the hallway.

Luca came back in.

- Hey, you're missing everything!

- I can't get out...

- What? But you're the king of parties, Beck

- Exactly. Me, Beck. No Jamie, I don't feel comfortable. Besides, I don't even have a costume to wear!

- And did you even think of that before you said you wanted a costume party?

I sighed in denial. He went to the closet to look through a couple of things, pulled something out and just held it out to me.

- Worse is nothing.

And he left the room again. I looked at what he was holding, it was a ridiculous winter hat, I let out a snort. But I decided to put it on, as soon as I put it on I felt an impulse just like when I woke up in Jamie's body.

I let out a sigh loaded with excitement, I took off everything I was wearing except for the hat, I started caressing my body with a silly smile on my lips. It was like feeling electricity running through my body, I wanted to stop? Stop whatever it was I was feeling but it was almost like a greater force.

I squeezed and massaged my chubby legs as I let the muscle bounce, caressing my thighs. What would it be like to feel them against my shoulders? To have her plump buttocks against me. All of Jamie's just for me.

I looked at myself in the reflection again, bobbing up and down against the mattress, propelling myself as if I were bouncing Jamie against myself.

- Beck, I love it... - I mumbled in between gasps, panting and biting my bottom lip - You're so big and stinky, do whatever you want to me with those huge muscles.

It was getting to be quite a treat to hear him say those things, as he came. I was almost going on when I heard the door again, I immediately covered myself to see Luca who looked at me confused.

- For the love of... You must stop making me find you in these situations, for God's sake, there's such a thing as lock! - Luca went out. Although that interruption allowed me to come back to myself, I let "it" cool down and put my clothes back on to go out.

Jamie's costume was based on a simple ridiculous hat. It was almost eight o'clock at night, I advanced through the crowd as I waved (to people I didn't know), tried to keep a smile on my face but... What if we stayed like this? What would I do if there was no return ticket? I would have to adjust to being Jamie? Take charge of a life I knew nothing about at all.

I knew him, yes. I knew what his favorite food was, that his favorite color was blue, his favorite animal was crows. I knew a thousand things about him, but... I didn't know his friends, his school schedule, or what his extracurriculars were. Had he already applied to college?

I walked down the corridors until I came up for air.

- You can't stand being inside either?

I looked around to find my old body. He was wearing some kind of Greek God costume, which highlighted all his muscles... With his legs spread wide, he was almost the epitaph of masculinity.

- Jamie - I smiled at the sight of him. My heart fluttered

- Beck... Hello - he said a little shyly, he stood in a much more natural position for him - I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to run off with your body or anything like that, really...

- You don't have to explain anything, relax - I sat down next to him to watch him - By the way, happy birthday.

- Thank you - he nodded with a soft smile. There was a long silence between us - So... Are we going to stay like this forever?

- It seems so... I have no idea how to solve this whole predicament.

Again, silence.

- I must tell you something then - he turned around, with some nervousness in his voice - If we're going to stay like this forever, I must at least tell you. I... Well, you... I like you, Beck. I've always liked you, I've always thought you were so cute, and you're special to me. I don't know why you pulled away so much if... We used to have fun together, I think. Maybe you already know this and that's why you walked away from me, but I had to tell you.

He murmured. Silence settled for a while until I dared to take him by the cheeks and kiss him.

His face flushed, it was as if the words had faded from him.

- Jamie... I like you too. I've always liked you, the first moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you; but... you're my little brother's best friend, and you're like a little brother to me. I think that's why I never dared to say anything to you, I was afraid that you would reject me or that it would be too strange to be with me. But... I like you too, Jamie.

He reached up to grab me from the back of my neck and kissed me slowly and passionately, it was like feeling fireworks. I swear I felt the world spin around us and when I didn't realize it, I saw Jamie in front of me.

He looked at his hands and then ran them down his body, he came over and hugged me tightly with a giggle before kissing me again.

- So that was it, that's what we were supposed to tell each other?

- It seems so - I murmured smiling, stroking his hair.

He snuggled into my arms, and I kissed him again with a chaste kiss.

After that, his party went on - evidently much more normal than before - he blew out the candles on his cake, I danced with him for a couple of songs and everything seemed to go perfectly, I had finally been honest with him.

- Having a good time, Beck? - Luca stood next to me, sipping gently from his glass.

- I'm not complaining. It's nice to be back in my body.

- I'm glad. But I warn you, if you dare to break Jamie's heart...

- Luca, calm down - At that moment Jamie appeared to place his hand on Luca's arm - We are fine, you don't need to threaten him, calm down.

Luca narrowed his eyes and then left.

- Good thing he's my brother - I said with a chuckle. Jamie only negotiated to place his hand on my chest, caressing me while he looked at me in a somewhat... curious way.

- You know, I think we were both very curious about our bodies. Don't you want to... do it for real this time?

I smiled taking him by the waist with some force.

- In your room or mine?

The End

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Flex and Finesse

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Flex and Finesse

My name is Aiden, I am on scholarship at a prestigious university in the north of the country. My family is not very wealthy, we are not low income but my parents would not have been able to afford college expenses.

Luckily I am smart and got a full scholarship. I only had to take care of a few expenses like food and supplies, but other than that, my only concern was to keep up my grades. I wasn't very popular with people, apparently having a scholarship was to be automatically labeled as a nerd, or poor; and apparently that was unthinkable among some of the children of the wealthiest people in the state.

Also. I think we lived in a somewhat... conservative state. Because the fact that I was also gay didn't help me at all (neither to have many friends, or to have a partner. Although I don't consider myself unattractive at all, however, I don't think anyone else had the courage to come out of the closet and jeopardize their status, they were all just daddy's sons and daughters.

Like that idiot Caden, son of one of the most famous businessmen. With money to squander and an ego to the sky, who had made my life miserable from the first second I set foot in college.

- What's up, deadbeat? - I could hear his annoying voice in my head followed by the sensation of a punch.

I hated it. I wish that for once in my life that guy would pay; that morning I was at the school gym, I had decided to start toning my body a little bit and it was one of the benefits I had studying there. I had finished doing my exercises when I was in the locker room, I felt that it looked pretty good my reflection and the clothes I was wearing (sometimes I can be a bit... extravagant with accessories).

I flexed my arm, watching the muscle I was developing widen, when Caden walked in.

- Why do you bother showing that off, weirdo? - he said with that tone laden with disdain. He just smirked - You want to see real muscles? See mine then - he said boasting, flexing and bulging his big juicy muscles... - Just don't fall in love with me, fag.

He let out a laugh in denial before he went to sit in another part of the locker room, I clenched my fist in fury. I wanted him to really pay, I was sick of always putting my head down, of being the loser. For a second I wanted to know what it was like to be in control, me being in power. I felt a kind of energy run down my spine, tickling me and passing the electric touch all over until it finally faded away. It had almost felt like magic...

I heard a hollow noise in the back, I moved confusedly through the corridors expecting to find Caden who would come back to bother me. But instead, I found his clothes lying on the floor, crumpled, as if he had vanished into thin air to leave them just there.

I looked to the sides to see if it was a joke. But there was not a soul but me there, and not a sound.

With some fear and my heart beating a mile a minute, I took his compression T-shirt in my hands to give it a deep sniff. It smelled musty, dirty... it smelled so good, I gasped under my breath to put myself back against the sweaty fabric.

I observed on the floor how the lycra he was wearing was also on the floor, and even his stinky shoes. I went crazy smelling them with a slight smile on my lips loaded with malice. But there was a strange impulse... Charged with that same electricity that had been running up and down my spine.

I looked at the t-shirt more, having the inevitable desire to put it on. I took off my own t-shirt and then put on Caden's shirt. It felt wet and stinky… I regretted it for a second, so I tried to take it off, but then I felt a second thing: heat.

A strange heat, scorching and harassing, I almost felt like I was roasting, being burned alive. I tried to shake it off but it was as if my whole body had fallen asleep, tingling all over, I gasped in pain feeling my bones creaking, my skin stretching and my muscles bulging, it was pain like hell.

I think I even fell to my knees from the agony. I felt my arms widen and bulge, the sleeveless t-shirt I was wearing stopped feeling loose and slowly tightened, first at the front where my chest exploded into two fat pecs that rubbed against the wet t-shirt.

- Uhhhh...

I gasped with the sensation, I felt my abs slowly bulge into a six-pack. The sensation lowered to thicken my waist, and down my legs. I felt my pants feel tighter and tighter, almost to the point of ripping. I felt from the front as my manhood grew, became fat and heavy, bumping against the boxers which now seemed to be too small to contain them.

From the back, I felt a similar sensation, two fat globes rise and stick against the clothing in a desperate attempt to escape, I grunted in annoyance, listening as the fabric finally gave way to tear. My feet quickly grew to almost become size 9, which made my old shoes burst as well. I was about to look at them when the electric sensation went up my back until it exploded in my neck.

I felt the bones again crunching towards my jaw, I swear it broke in that instant but it restructured itself again with the same speed. It went up to my face where each thing started to configure itself differently to end up in my hair, I felt it get a little longer and change its texture to a little more straight.

My breathing was ragged, I was sweating profusely and my chest was rising and falling. But I felt it was finally over. I noticed my clothes in tatters, some pieces of fabric on the floor and threads hanging from what was still barely hanging on.

I looked again at the clothes left on Caden's floor, deciding to take off the torn ones to replace them with his wet, stinky clothes. I put his stinky, stale tennis shoes back against my nose for a while until I finally got dressed.

Then I realized something was terribly wrong: my legs were huge. Thick, fat and hairy.

I was someone completely hairless, not a single hair appeared on my body, but now I was full of it on my legs.

I stood up as best I could, propping myself up with the bench to move painfully towards the mirrors. I looked up to find Caden's reflection staring back at me.

- Shit! Sorry! - I shouted, raising my hands to prevent him from hitting me for wearing his clothes. But nothing.

I lowered my hands to see the reflection copying everything I was doing.

I brought my hand to one of my new pecs to squeeze it, letting out a groan and turning to watch as Caden copied my every move.

- Holy fuck... - I murmured, moving closer to look at me in utter amazement, I brought my hands to my cheeks to feel his shapely cheekbones, every aspect of him now belonging to me.

The surprise turned into a smile, a very arrogant one.

- What's the matter, see something you like, weirdo?

I flexed my biceps to widen them narcissistically, raised my arm a little to expose my stinky armpits.

- Oh yeah, I don't use much deodorant, that's for weirdos like you, I'm a real man.

I grabbed my pecs again to pu them together, squeeze them and bounce them.

- Do you like them? They're huge, don't you think?

I was ecstatic, so much so that I hollowed out my pants to grab my new huge rod to start stroking it over my clothes. My eyes rolled back in my head followed by a goofy grin as I felt the pleasure building up, spreading and coursing through every nerve ending in my body.

I gasped and grunted without taking my eyes off the reflection. Caden's stupid face being consumed by pleasure, I continued to pull eagerly, lifting my arm to flex and let his rancid scent waft through the air to drive me crazier.

- You love it, don't you!

I shouted into nothingness, gasping. I felt thousands of threads explode inside his pants and then seep through the fabric and overflow. I had to lean against the wall to calm my breathing again, my heavy chest rising and falling.

It had been at least two months after that. To this day I didn't know what had happened, where Caden or my old body was left, that both disappeared without a trace.

But I honestly don't care. I've been cashing in on Caden's fortune, wasting money here and there.

Travel, clothes, getting everything I wanted.

Because now I was handsome, muscular, rich and untouchable; no matter what I did, my “daddy” would always bail me out by moving his contacts or opening his wallet.

The first few weeks being Caden was like contentment at its finest. “He” bought clothes he would never wear in a million years, tight pants that showed off my new buttocks, tiny tops that pressed against his muscles to show off my new glory, intense flirting with other boys (especially the nerds), and even getting caught with his head between the legs of one of the substitute teachers - although of course, a huge bill and a check to the university settled that matter like nothing else.

Rumors spread here and there, everyone was talking about how feminine Caden started carrying himself, almost how "easy" he was, how he had been seen in crowded places in town where only gays hung out.

Though no doubt what blew it all up, with every person whispering in the hallway, was how they had seen him dancing in only tiny underwear, swaying his hips, remarking his thick legs and bouncing his fat pecs on the stage of a gay joint. Apparently “daddy's” boy now enjoyed the stares and tips caught in the elastic of his clothes.

I loved how I was destroying Caden's “straight macho” identity in one fell swoop to replace it with… This. And I loved the excess even more, being able to swipe a card and have anything at my disposal. A trip? Done.

- Dude. Stop acting like that, what's wrong with you?

Richard, one of his best friends (and with whom there was a tension you could almost cut with a knife), had agreed to accompany me on a spring break trip. He had been complaining for at least half the week about Caden's “strange” behavior.

- Pff, don't be a spoilsport, dude.

I said to throw some water at him, which made him snort and laugh partly before throwing equal water at me.

We both had a kind of game between throwing water at each other until he carelessly ended up falling into the water, which made me fall as well. We were on top of each other, dangerously close... He watched me with mischief in his eyes, slowly caressing my cheek.

I had finally taken the bait.

- Why don't we go to the bedroom?

- As you wish, bro.

I murmured, before crashing my lips against his, it wasn't even a minute before he was kissing me in an equally desperate way.

I have no idea how I ended up transforming into Caden, but I loved every second of it.

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Haunted: The Bet

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Haunted: The Bet

prologue: Haunted

part one: Possession Play

- The mortal can see us! - Marco walked through the library wall where the others were already gathered, some sitting, some standing.

But most were looking with some impatience and even anger at Marco and Jules, especially Elliot, nerdy ghost from 2003 who was picking up his chess pieces.

- That's already a month old! - Marco rushed, which made the professor's eyes narrow even more.

Silence settled in the room for a long moment, Mr. Ashford put his hand to his forehead to try to keep his composure.

- Good for him, but what does it matter? - Daniel Song was another ghost, president of the class of '65, with an ego and arrogance through the roof.

- Looks like from that, he can see us.

- That's impossible, you should have guessed, a living person has never been able to do that.

- And that's why it's striking, he would literally be the first human to be able to see and hear ghosts, at least within this school.

Another silence, perhaps longer than the previous one.

- What? - Elliot asked in confusion.

- And?...

- And, that guy is a loser too, or at least he is in love, why don't we shoot two birds with one stone? We have fun, and he finds an advantage in his newfound ability.

- And how do we go about convincing him?

- That's the game, whoever gets his attention, first wins.

- Don't be stupid, Brady. He's a person, he has feelings, it's not just a game to us.

- And what do you propose to do, Jules? Be his friend? Do you think you're Casper or what? - he mocked with a crooked smile - Who supports what I say?

Julian thought no one would play along with his ridiculous game, but he saw how little by little, the ghosts raised their hands, even Marco.

- What the fuck, dude? - the jock glared at his friend, it was worse when he saw that Elliot, his best friend did too.

- Sorry, man. I'm bored, you know we need something else.

The ghost was speechless, surprised and somewhat disgusted by the others' actions. Professor Ashford stood up in annoyance.

- Do what you want then, but if you get in trouble, don't come crying to me for help.

And he disappeared through the wall without further ado.

- Okay, so are you ready for betting, gentlemen?

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Quick Swap: The Great Shift

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Quick Swap: The Great Shift

The Great Shift was something that came without anyone's notice or control. It was just one day when everything changed, without anyone expecting it. The panic was total, and while some were pleased with their change and even lucky, others had their lives completely turned upside down.

Roger (30)

I had a wife and a son. I was working in my repair shop when the change happened, I went from being a burly, stocky man with lots and lots of hair, to just a twink! The worst thing is the new urges this body has, I became simply a submissive, as soon as I see another man stronger than me, stinkier and more muscular... All I want is to kneel down to serve him. It's as if my lividity is always active, I want more and more... Gosh, I'm hard again. Maybe I need to be dominated again.

Woo-Han (29)

I was heir my father's company, I had studied finance most of my life and worked out like crazy, I loved to see my huge, ripped muscles through the tight tailored suits; but I had ended up in the body of this guy on the other side of the world, apparently Latino and... extremely popular with the men, it took me a while to accept that attention, after all, I was originally straight, even womanizing, but now the attention from the guys I loved, it was almost heady... And with this cute face, who wouldn't want to be with me?

Sebastian (56)

I had a wife and a couple of kids, although... honestly that life seemed boring to me. So I had a sugar baby, man, to clarify. I had so much money to squander that it was easy to keep it full of gifts, in exchange for a few favors, of course. On the day of The Great Shift, we were in my car while he occupied that little mouth of his... And suddenly, in the blink of an eye, I was the one with something in my mouth. I had ended up in his body, I don't know where he ended up. In my old body was a guy I had never met but who forced me to stick to him until he ended up in my mouth. Since then I have taken advantage of my new youth, this nice body I have and the money I gave him; although now... I have certain urges that I am desperate to satisfy.

William (40)

I've always been gay, I had a bit of a hard road because of the time I grew up in, full of rejection and some limitations, but I think I lived well. I was a "bear", big, muscular, quite hairy, so imagine my surprise when I ended up in... this body.

It was quite strange getting used to having a much smaller height and almost non-existent musculature. Followed by the submissive urges I had, it was as if I couldn't control myself, as soon as I smelled stale, stinky sweat, it was being tongue out like a dog...

Braden (43)

I liked the rough stuff, the extreme, if you could say that. Anything that involved leather, ropes and some pain... drove me crazy. I was muscular, strong and big, with a bushy mustache and I had no trouble at all finding anyone who wanted to stand at my feet, almost with a muzzle in his mouth.

It was such a surprise for me to suddenly be on the floor, gagged, with my buttocks in the air, and tied up, it was so embarrassing! I moved furiously only to find the body of a burly man, I think even more than me... He told me that where I was now, had once been his body. That he was tired of being more than an object for others, and he was eager to get even... Fuck, I'm toast.

Tracy (20)

Well for starters... I was female originally, I was just starting college, my plan was to join a sorority and be a cheerleader, something pretty... stereotypical now that I think about it, but I fit the typical description: blonde, nice body, and pretty. Of course, The Great Shift had a very different plan for me, I ended up in my college's coreback's body, I went on to have fat muscular legs, lots of leather clothes and huge buttocks. It was still hard to get used to certain things (like the huge stick I now have between my legs, and at the slightest interaction it gets stiff as wood), but hey, I'm still successful with guys.

Jackson (26)

I used to live in some average apartments downtown. The walls were so thin you could hear everything through them—and it didn’t help that my neighbor was addicted to bringing guy after guy to his home. I’d always hear him panting, his bed slamming against my wall, and all the dirty talk every single night. We even fought about it once, which just made him bring more guys over, more often.

Who would’ve thought I’d end up inside his body? And… well, now I don’t judge him anymore. I think I actually get it. This body goes crazy if it doesn’t get regular action.

It’s almost like my new hole gets anxious and tightens up all on its own... Shit.

I think I need a quick fuck.

Reginald (40)

I had a son. His mom died giving birth, and once he hit adolescence, we fought like cats and dogs. Then he came out as gay—which, ironically, was the least of my concerns. The real issue was his boyfriend.

That kid was disgusting. A jock who stank like a gym locker. He always kicked off his shoes, put his feet on the table, and left the whole place reeking of his rank sweat. It was nasty. And as fate would have it... I ended up in his body. My son was one of the few who didn’t get affected by the Shift, but his boyfriend? He got stuck in my body. They decided to break up—understandably, since he was now in the body of my son’s dad.

But with me... I could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at me, licked his lips. And it didn’t help that the hormones in this body were out of control. I loved how I smelled now—sweaty, funky, rank. I loved the scent of my damp, filthy feet. I wanted so badly to press my new feet into his face… I don’t know how much longer I can hold out before I finally fuck him.

Bruce (45)

My family was full of men—barely any women aside from the wives of my brothers and my own. We’d all had kids. It was a testosterone-heavy household.

Some of our sons turned out to be gay, including one of mine — and a few of my nephews too. I had no issue with that. Live and let live. But then came The Great Shift.

I ended up in the body of one of my nephews.

My brothers got shifted into the bodies of my son and some of the other gay nephews. Strangely, all of us who swapped bodies ended up in the younger, gay male members of the family. And... it’s been insanely hard not to feel attracted to them.

I don’t know what kind of connection these four had before, but I can feel the tension now every time I look at them. The way their shirts cling to their sweaty muscles, those biceps, those huge feet… They even had a little group chat going.

Then my brother Jacob —who's now in my son’s body— sent a message: “Hey, I found this in my new closet. Wanna break it in?”

Oh, fuck… This is going to be an interesting little game with my new cousins.

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Rivals Inside - Part Three

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Rivals Inside [ Part Three ]

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

After that night, Sam and I became more than close, it was like going back in time, as if the years had never passed.

He still had his strange quirks, the same tastes, sure, he had new facets like his popularity or his new friendships (although he ended up leaving most of them because of his slightly dubious sincerity...) But there it was. The only detail was... That we were still in each other's bodies.

He explained to me about the man with the coin (and that surely was what triggered everything), that night we spent looking for him but never found him. The festival ended and... The rest is history.

At first it felt pretty weird kissing what was once my reflection, no longer feeling my muscles or no longer being good at sports like I used to be. Sam felt a bit the same at first, though then he quickly adapted to having my muscles.

A week went by where all he did was worship himself, flex his muscles every chance he got and even purposely stop using deodorant to leave his armpits as stinky as could be.

Thankfully it passed as quickly as it came, because it was certainly ruining my reputation (although, who knows if it would ever be us again). I felt like a stranger in my new skin, I liked seeing Sam's reflection every time I stood up, feeling his smooth skin or his half-formed muscles, but I didn't feel like me.

And that was taking its toll on us... For a while it was fun to be in each other's bodies. Until it wasn't.

- You just don't get it, Sam! - I yelled as I held him up in front of me. He was taking pictures, adoring himself, almost looking like he didn't care.

- I do understand - he mumbled looking at his reflection through the story, another flex and widen my old muscles for show.

- No! You don't understand! - I squinted - All you care about is having my muscles.

- I don't, Max.

- Then do something! Get us back to our bodies!

- You know I don't know how...

Silence settled on both of us, I just looked at him for a second.

- I don't think this is working... - I muttered. I felt him take my hand.

- Max, don't say that... I like you, I'm happy with you.

- I am too, but I'm not happy with how we ended up - I let him go - I'm sorry.

SAMUEL

It had been almost a month since Max hadn't spoken to me, it was like going back to the way things were before.... He only avoided me in the halls, he had changed friendships (more sincere than before, although he was still talking to Astrid, which was certainly a relief), he stopped competing with me and only avoided me.

It felt good to be in his body, powerful, strong, extremely attractive. I was no longer scrawny, I now exuded masculinity in all its glory, even smelled so stinky, I loved it… But between keeping Max's body or having him, I wanted to have him. But how? The coin disappeared that night, and there was no sign of the man.

I was sitting on a park bench, all these feelings were overwhelming and overtaking me. I didn't want to lose him again, I couldn't… I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked around to find the same man as that night.

- Dilemmas again? - He settled into the seat.

- You... - I mumbled - Hey. It was really fun to be... in him, we patched things up, it was very helpful but it's time you put us back where we belong.

He nodded silently. Then he opened his lips without even looking at me.

- And is that what you want?

My heart pounded. I didn't want to give up this body, but I didn't want to lose Max either… And if I had to give this up to get him back, I would do it.

- Yes.

He nodded again to let out a laugh and deny.

- I think you have not learned to be sincere. But, you mean well, very well. So I will reward you for it.

He raised his hand to snap his fingers, for an instant I saw a glow in the air.

I thought I would feel the feeling of darkness again, of closing my eyes and appearing in my body again. But I was still inside Max, I looked down, still seeing my brown muscles.

- Hey, but we're still the same... - When I turned to see him, he had disappeared without a trace - Shit, not again.

I just felt the air rushing.

MAX

I was lying in bed as I had been for the last three weeks. And what else could I do? Again Sam and I had drifted apart, I was no longer good at what I loved, I was only left to lie down for hours.

I was staring at the ceiling when I felt a kind of weird current, as if the wind had gone through the room, and a strange tingling at the back of my head... Slowly it was as if something inside me began to speak to me, whispering from the depths.

《 You like your new body.... You like your smooth, hairless skin. Your little muscles you like, they're perfect like that, aren't they? 》

My whole mind was getting cloudy. As if my intelligence and judgment were slowing down to heed what that voice was saying.

- I like my body... I like being small - I muttered.

《 And now you like fashion. You're fascinated by it, you like to see clothes for that nice body of yours, how to highlight it 》

- Nice body...

I nodded with a little drool trickling down the corner of my lips.

《 You're not so passionate about sports anymore. But you love the smell of sweat, you love the way your armpits smell after working out, you're just passionate about working out to maintain your physique. And you love the smell of stinky armpits, especially Max's 》

- Underarms... Max... I love them...

《 You like being Sam, because now you are Sam. You don't miss your old form anymore, you feel comfortable being him. Now this is your new you 》

- I am... Sam...

《 You are only here to serve the new Max, to be madly in love with him, there is nothing you love more than being with him 》

- I need.... Max...

The voice disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving me brain-numbed for a while until I blinked. I stretched out on the bed, feeling almost new, like refreshed.

Why was I getting so worried?

I got up, stretched. I had an instinct to go to the closet to start looking at the clothes that now belonged to me, I had seen Sam's clothes quite a few times since we switched bodies, but for the first time I felt... comfortable.

And even a little excited about wanting to wear them; I grabbed a pair of leather pants, pulling them up through my legs, how good they looked, with my tight ass, the shiny texture what the garment left behind. I even put on one of his - well, my - caps.

And it was like feeling liberated from it all.

I looked at my abdomen, my slim but shapely pecs, and my hairless armpits, the slim frame that now belonged to me.

I even raised my arms to inhale the scent that belonged to me, how rich it smelled… I was perfect like this. Why all this time had I wanted to go back to my body? If I looked so good now, and how I smelled? These muscles marked, my slim body, I loved it.

There was something, though... Something that was definitely missing to make everything "perfect", I picked up my phone to dial Sam's number. Well, I mean... Max.

- Hello - I murmured - I don't know how to start but... - I was about to say "rational" things, like to express my feelings, how important he was to me, but it was like a wave of lust that had taken control of me - I need you - I gasped softly, my hand settled between my two fat buttocks to caress the area - Come to the house...

I barely managed to lie down in an attempt to manage all that energy that had come out of nowhere. It was like feeling my body on fire, I gasped as I stroked my pecs, each touch equaling a kind of electric touch that drove me crazy.

It wasn't long before Sam came, he didn't say much, he just launched into kissing me and removing whatever was in his way to take my body in his hands, he kissed my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and bites, sinking his fingers into my skin.

- You love your new shape, don't you?

- Yes... - I murmured hesitantly.

- Who is Max? - he said placing his hands against my body, putting some pressure, I stuck out my tongue with a goofy expression.

- You.

- And who is Sam?

- Me, I only live to serve you - I nodded sticking out my tongue like a dog. He immediately crashed his lips against mine, our tongues clashing like there was no tomorrow.

Maybe it was for the best to switch bodies. Some time later, Max asked me to be his boyfriend formally, and we've been together ever since.

I got used to my new body much better, and we are happy. He is attentive, I like it when he holds me in his strong arms, he is a bit... arrogant sometimes, he hogs the limelight with my old muscles but I don't care much anymore. I only care about being able to kiss him, to be with him. It had been too long but we were finally together...

It had been a road full of ups and downs (and well, the obvious change), but now we were fine, finally happy.

I also loved when he grabs my hair tightly and stamps his body against mine, how stinky his armpits smell after working out. But those are other details.

What matters most to me, is that he's my boyfriend.

The End

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BFB: Part Three

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

BFB: Bro's Forbidden Bliss (Part Three)

Part One: BFB - Borrowed From Bro

Part Two: BFB - Be Friend's Body

- Stop taking pictures of yourself, Jamie.

- Are you kidding? I look great! - I flexed Beckett's thick muscles with a cocky grin on my face.

Being in the body of my lifelong romantic interest was undoubtedly being heaven, although Luca felt there was some self-centeredness in me that was heightened. Nonsense! Besides, and if so what. I had the most perfect body I knew, big, hot and with muscles in every place.

- He could wake up at any moment - Luca muttered from the chair in front of the pool. I hesitated for a second.

He was right. I got so lost in all this self-exploration that I didn't even think about Beckett. Would he be okay? I wanted to worry but an impulse just as quickly popped into my mind.

- And who cares? He's never cared about you or me. And I look better with these muscles.

I flexed my bicep to widen it and fully tuck my face back into his armpit. Gasping at how stinky it was starting to get.

- Dude, I'm serious. My parents can see you acting like that too, think about Beck for a second.

I turned to him with an arrogant and somewhat condescending smile. I shook my head as I walked forward.

- Now you want to be a good brother? You weren't thinking about that when you were rubbing up against his armpit yesterday, were you?

- Jamie, wait.

- Or when you had his rod deep down your throat.

The distance between them was getting shorter, I almost had him cornered.

I immediately moved forward to place my hands against the back of the chair, holding it there.

- Jamie, that's enough, what the fuck is wrong with you, buddy? - Luca stayed nervously in the chair swallowing saliva and trying to think how to escape. I grabbed him by the chin with a deep chuckle, denying.

- No. I'm not Jamie anymore, I'm Beckett now. So open that mouth if you're going to use it to keep complaining.

I was about to pull down the elastic of my bathing suit when the door to the house rattled, I looked up and found my old body glaring at me with some suspicion.

- Well, you seem to have woken up - I smiled, pulling away.

- What's the matter with you? - he muttered as he came down the stairs to walk towards me.

- Nah. Don't complain, I'm just enjoying my new body, it looks better than yours, don't you think?

I exuded arrogance. With the power blinding my judgment, I couldn't even fully understand what was going on, it was as if I wanted to do something but my mind and body interpreted it in a completely different way. I caressed my abs, winking at Beck.

- Luca. What did you do?

- Nothing! I didn't do anything! - He stood up. Standing next to Beckett, they both looked at me somewhat dismayed.

- Ladies, ladies, there's no need to fight, there's plenty of the new Beck for both.

What the fuck was going on in my head?!

- Luca. Tell me the truth already - Beckett turned to look at him with some anger.

- Nothing! He wasn't like that yesterday! - my best friend denied - I mean... we did a couple of... stuff - It was almost like unleashing Beck's fury, he clenched his fist as he seemed to restrain himself from throwing a punch at his brother. I wondered if it was because he resented the idea of seeing me acting gay in his body. Though he held back and let him still talk - But he was fine when he went to sleep, it looked like him, I swear!

- Pff... Your loss then.

I rolled my eyes to pull out my phone again and take pictures again. I loved my new body... No, wait! Why did I act like these? Why am I treating Luca and Beck like that?

- So he started acting like this since the morning?

- Yeah, yeah. He was fine before he came to the pool.

- Like he had a... curse?

- Cut the crap - I muttered, changing my pose to take another picture - Who cares if this is okay or not? I feel fantastic!

It was as if my mind was divided in two. Between my normal self and this... Beck stereotype. But I feel like it wasn't a construct out of nowhere, it wasn't a force that just appeared? What could it be?

- Didn't you do something with him?

- And what would I do, Luca!? - Beck said a little excited.

- I don't know. You were literally left alone with him before all this happened. Wasn't there something weird?

Beck was thoughtful. But I knew what was weird, it was the mirror! We had both seen ourselves in the reflection, and we both passed out after that. But.. But then what was this impulse I felt inside me? Why did it feel alien and familiar at the same time? Think Jamie, think! I saw my reflection again. With that arrogant smile on his face... Sure! It looked familiar because that's what I thought Beck looked like. Arrogant, with an ego to the sky, it wasn't a strange impulse, it was the perception I had of him projecting himself.

- Well?

- I'm thinking, Luca!

I tried to speak with all my strength, to throw away what was making me behave like an asshole to take control of the body again.

- The mirror! - managed to come out of my mouth - they both turned around a bit confused. I watched my hands closely, moved each finger, just to make sure I was still in charge.

- Are you feeling... okay? - Beck reached over and placed his hand on my shoulder.

- I don't... I don't know how to explain it but - How could I tell him that I thought he was a jerk and that's what came out when I lost control? - There's something that makes me act weird, I don't know what it is exactly. But I think this all started because of the mirror, in the garage.

He nodded quickly.

- Yes, that was it!

- Does someone want to explain to me what's going on? - Luca said looking at us, confused.

- While we were taking things out yesterday for the party, we found a mirror, it looked elegant, it was golden... And we both saw ourselves in the reflection. That may be the only reason why we are like this.

I looked down a little, smiling as I saw my fat pecs bounce. Boy, did they look big...

- Jamie, focus.

Beck grabbed my shoulders with some force, but strangely also with some gentleness. My heart beating fast, I could only nod.

- Sure...

I murmured.

The three of us started to move towards the garage. I couldn't take my eyes off Beckett who now inhabited my body, how he moved, the color of my hair... Why was I feeling that? It was almost as if... I liked him.

BECKETT

It was weird having Jamie behind me in my body - had I always been so tall? I felt almost like I was being guarded by a Rottweiler. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of him when he was "discreetly" sniffing his armpits, though I preferred not to say anything.

We had been looking for the mirror for at least 30 minutes and there didn't seem to be a trace of it, just boxes and more boxes. Jamie couldn't remember exactly where he had put it back, and it seemed that whatever was taking control of he, was doing it again.

- Don't you think I smell good? - he said with a smug grin, flexing and widening his biceps to reveal his stinky armpits as well.

Shit...

It was uncomfortable to see me like this, but worst of all was the strange urge I was feeling at the sight of him. I was almost drooling over his muscles, my wood was stiff, I had to hide it with boxes so he wouldn't see it.

I took advantage of Jamie being so distracted to talk to Luca.

- What did you do last night? - I mumbled opening boxes.

- Nothing... - He didn't even bother to look at me.

- Tell me, what did yoy both do to my body? - I didn't honestly care if Jamie had done anything "wrong," I mean. It would be hypocritical of me to be angry about it when I couldn't keep my hands off my new body just hours before. But the thought of Luca taking advantage again... it boiled my blood.

- Um... - he looked up. I glared at him impatiently, noticed how he started to get more nervous.

- Tell me, Luca.

He hesitated. But then he said something that left me confused.

- And since when does it matter to you what Jamie and I do?

- When it has to do with my body, of course I care.

- That's the only reason you ask, isn't it? If the pair of "freaks" did something in your big straight body.

- Luca, I wasn't thinking about it, I...

- No. Save it, Beckett - he said slamming one of the boxes shut - You haven't cared about me, or Jamie for a long, long time. Don't come and do it now, you better get the mirror so we can reverse this thing and have my best friend in his body, and my idiot brother in his.

He growled, walked away to leave a box on the opposite side of the room.

I wanted to say something back, even punch him, but… Wasn't he right? I hadn't cared about them for a long time, I was trying to avoid Jamie so I wouldn't be rejected, and Luca for a simple kiss.

I looked over at Jamie who was licking his armpits with a cheeky grin, caressing his whole body while flexing and swelling my pecs, weighing them and moving his hips like a back and forth. I was nowhere near falling.

We both made eye contact, he paused for a second, I thought maybe it was him taking control again, but instead he smiled and showed me his middle finger before worshipping again.

I opened another box, just to find the mirror. The only problem, was that it was broken.

- Fuck! - I said trying to see what else was in the box. It was intact the day we put it away, what had happened?

Jamie didn't care, although Luca did reach over to pull out an old piece of paper that was at the bottom of the box.

- What's that?

He held it out, beginning to read it:

- Reflections break when the truth can't hold the image. They will only return when you can look at each other without masks, before time erases your true face. Before the day you changed for the first time.

Luca murmured.

- Before the day we changed? But... But that was yesterday, so we're out of options now?

I swallowed.

- No, there must be another way? - he tried to think, walking around as if it would help him clear his mind more - And... "When you can't hold the image." Are you guys hiding something from each other?

I turned to look at Jamie. But he was gone. It was as if he had vanished.

- Shit! Where did he go?

- Help me look for him. We have to find him...

Luca muttered without saying much, I grabbed him by the wrist to pull him so he'd turn to look at me.

- I'm worried about both of you. Yes? I'm sorry for walking away. I'm worried about him, and... I don't want us to be like this before his birthday, I don't want to ruin such a special day for him.

- If you care, why are you being like this with us? - He was about to pull away when I pulled his arm again.

- Because... - my heart was pounding. What could I do? I didn't even know if we could fix it, Jamie's birthday was less than twenty-four hours away - Because I like him, Luca.

I averted my gaze and finally let go.

- What?

- I like him. I've always liked him - I bit the inside of my cheek nervously - And... I saw you kissing him one day. I couldn't handle the jealousy…

He was silent, I expected that maybe he would say horrible things to me, like how I had dared to feel those things from his best friend. But he just let out a laugh.

- Beck, are you blind? Jamie likes you too much. Why didn't you ever tell him?

- Well, you... You kissed him.

- And it was just play! I like men, yeah. But Jamie's not my type at all.

I sighed, it was like letting go of a huge weight at last. I smiled as I tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

- Thank you for saying so...

- Is that why you've been treating me like this all these years?

- Well... Yes.

He let out a laugh again, denying.

- Who knew the great Beckett would be jealous of me - he walked over to the door to open it, though at the last second he turned around with a smirk - Well, we're even now.

- Why?

- Maybe we did things with your body.

And he closed the door.

To be continued

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Haunted: Possession Play

Hi! Before I start, I would like to say that I am very excited and thankful that there are already 600 subscribers. It is truly my dream to write and that so many of you like what I write, it is very nice for me to hear that you like the stories or that they are good in general. Thank you so much for continuing to read, I hope to bring you more stories that you enjoy.

That's why to celebrate, I've written the first official part of “Haunted”, the next series about ghosts, possessions and body switching. I hope you like it a lot because I'm really excited about this project. Without further ado:

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

Haunted: Possession Play

prologue: Haunted

Marco Bellamy was a guy who attended high school at the San Damian Institute, a school located in an old town lost in the middle of nowhere. Well, not so “old”, despite the time when it was built, the town always remained in force, it was not a poor area, it was really a tourist spot. Although it was very small.

Marco was the lead actor for the play Romeo and Juliet on a cold winter day in 1972, the last play of the year before he left for college. It was rehearsal day, just a few days before the play. A chance for him to succeed, there would be producers, directors, talent scouts hiding in the audience. It was his chance...

Until he fell off the scaffolding and well. From there he had stayed in high school. He had watched as the generations passed, the world moved on, and he met other ghosts (of which there seemed to be many roaming here and there). And although it was fun at first, eventually it became... Quite boring.

- Marco, you're up - a spirit named Julian who had died in 1986 with all the look of a sportsman, looked at him while pointing at the board in front of them.

- That's the fifth time we've played chess this week, Jules - Marco muttered grumpily, crossing his arms and averting his eyes.

- Hey, come on, don't be in a bad mood.

At that moment he seemed to explode.

- No shit, Jules! It's the same thing over and over and over again! What can we do here? Exactly, nothing! - he shouted throwing things off the table - Just stay here in this old library.

- And what do you want to do?

- I don't know! I've been here for 53 years.

- And I've been here for 39 years.

- I'm not talking about a competition.

- And yet. I ask again, what do you want to do? We can't get out of school, you've literally read every book in here. You've tried a thousand things. What do you want?

- I don't know - he looked down - To be alive again, I guess?

Jules got up, avoiding the pieces lying on the floor to hug his friend tightly.

- We've already talked about that.

- But you know there's a way...

- No - Jules said dryly - Professor Ashford literally forbade us after Zeke ended up possessing the substitute chemistry teacher.

- Yes... I still remember the scandal of the professor whipping his cane against the table...

They were both silent, but Marco spoke again.

- But...

- No, Marco. It's a bad idea, all of us ghosts agreed to stop doing that, it's invasive, it's immoral, it's disrespectful to the living...

- And you love doing it.

Julian swallowed, averted his gaze and nodded.

- We love doing it.

- What happened with Zeke and that teacher happened a few months ago. That was punishment enough, don't you think?

Julian just stared at him, snorted and denied for a moment, then turned and started walking towards some shelves.

- Don't let him see you if you're going to do it, and pick up this mess, Elliot will go crazy if he sees his chess like this.

He went through the wall and vanished into nothingness.

Marco smirked, he looked at the chess set of one of his ghost friends, though... Well, it could wait.

He immediately went out through the wall, one of the advantages of being a ghost. He advanced through the corridors, just like the town, everything had changed, it had been modernized (although it also left that vintage touch). There were some new buildings, more classrooms and workshops.

His initial idea was to go to the auditorium, he had seen that they were practicing Mamma Mia for weeks (very good musical, by the way), he could easily take the body of one of the leading roles, he knew the script by heart. And he loved the idea of feeling people's attention again, in the middle of the stage.

But a grunt distracted him as he walked. He turned around, noticing that he was at the height of the gym, he was about to continue his way but something caught his attention, he didn't know if it was a feeling, another grunt or the bad smelling aroma that always came from that place.

He advanced slowly, he thought it was empty until he saw a guy. He looked lean but at the same time, he had his muscles exactly where they needed to be. His legs were thick, his pecs shapely, his arms thin but slightly bulging. He was panting as he sat on the floor, his forehead beaded with sweat. He sniffed slightly, and again that stench hit him.

- Shit... Who knew that for someone so small you would bet so much.

He smiled, immediately abandoned the idea of going to the theater, he had in front of him just what he wanted. He took advantage of the fact that he was about to inhale deeply to sneak in through his mouth.

He moaned, feeling a pressure against his throat. He tried to move or pull whatever was in there out, but there was only air. Marco pressed deeper into the bottom, starting to fill everything with his essence, the guy just gasped feeling dizzy, his body jerked hard until finally stopping, he opened his eyes lethargically, but then traced a smile.

- Hell yeah...

The boy muttered in a voice that didn't belong to him, it was still remnants of Marco's voice, so he cleared his throat to match the original voice of the body he had stolen.

- Jeez, dude. You really stink - he let out a chuckle, sniffing his armpit - Yuck, I feel all sticky - he stretched the fabric of his wet sports shirt - How weird... These tend to be more Julian's body types.

He couldn't quite understand why he had ended up with this guy, why he had caught his eye. He always chose more... artistic types. Slim, yes. But not sweaty jocks, let alone smelly ones, it didn't go with his “standards”. Why yes, Marco did get to be quite the diva at times.

But now he was confused and with his hormones going crazy, he lifted his armpit, gasping at the scent. He was getting addicted to it. He loved how nice his legs felt, thick, strong... Why was this guy wearing his socks so long? That's when he realized he wasn't wearing shoes.

There was a curiosity and a dilemma in him. He felt a very strong, almost inhuman impulse to want to put his foot on his face. But that would be extremely unpleasant, it wouldn't have occurred to Marco to do that even while on a "trip" or with hormones at their peak. But now he was nervous, with his new stinky foot mere inches from his face. He tried to resist until he couldn't, he stamped the sole with his nose.

- Ah!

And it was like meeting heaven. He immediately rubbed the sweaty, foul-smelling texture insistently against his face. He was loving the sweat permeating every pore of his skin. He felt dirty, like a pig. An animal giving in to its simple instincts.

He pulled out as best he could the guy's phone (because yes, it was an ancient ghost but he'd seen guys use them. He knew how to use one), took off his shirt and took a picture.

He weighed his pecs between his hands to caress and massage them, an electric charge ran down his lower spine as soon as he touched the tan relief of the area, he gasped loudly blushing. And he stroked the area again and again, grinning like a fool.

- Good heavens, yes - he slapped himself against the wall, stroking himself like crazy again.

- I told you to be more careful if you were going to do it.

He looked at Julian in front of him, Marco had a flushed and wet face, tousled hair and an idiotic expression drawn on his face.

- Sorry, buddy...

But he didn't care, he kept rubbing and licking himself, this time his armpits, enjoying his bad scent. The pungent, rancid stench that lingered in the air. Julian looked at him with some suspicion, though there was the outline of his pants becoming thick and firmly remarked.

- See something you like, handsome?

Marco teased him with a half-hearted smile.

- Shut up and step aside.

- No way, dude. This is mine - Marco said cupping his pants tightly.

- We both fit.

- Are you out of your mind? It's too thin, there's no way we both-

But before he could finish the sentence, Julian had already pounced against his mouth. Marco felt the pressure inside him, he gasped loudly, trying to repel the jock's presence. But he was stronger, even if he was less experienced than the playwright.

His body moved again in spasms. Until he stopped, his breathing paused for a second, until he came to.

- Hell yes! - Julian smiled inside the guy, he stood up suddenly to widen his biceps and flex them, enjoying the pumping what was still left after the workout - I'd definitely prefer him to be more muscular but I didn't complain - He looked at the mirror to caress his new buttocks, giving them both a good slap to pat them - Markky, I'm surprised you chose this guy, he's not your type at all...

As soon as he pronounced that, his expression changed, as if he had transformed into someone else. Of course, there was another person in that body.

- Come out, Julian. It feels uncomfortable. Besides, it smells bad in here with you.

- Calm down, baby girl. You love having me in here with you - he scoffed.

- Ugh, no, you stink! I remind you that you died while you were all sweaty at a game. Spray yourself with deodorant or something!

The boy's body began to twitch under Julian's control. He grabbed his pecs hard to squeeze and pull them, just letting out moans with a goofy grin on his lips. He bit his lower lip.

Julian had a very pronounced tendency for the guys he owned: sporty, sweaty, smelly, stinky. Plus… He wasn't gentle at all with the bodies he occupied. He liked to squeeze, pull and smell like there was no tomorrow.

- Be careful, it hurts!

- Then jump, baby girl. Cause I'm not gonna stop even if you beg for it.

He began to pull down the pants of his new body, moved his hand to begin stroking his manhood over the clothes that still remained, he felt himself stiffen at the movements. He gripped his new shaft tightly, which made him gasp with excitement and a smile. It hadn't been Julian who had taken it that way, though. It was Marco.

- Have you stopped whining then?

- Fuck off.

His hand was going up and down, he flexed his other arm hard.

Both guys gasped in unison, flushed faces and an anxious expression drawn on them. Their feet tensed and arched slightly.

- How good it feels...

- This guy must be mega sensitive or something.

The back and forth increased, Julian felt that at any moment he was going to explode in heaps. And so it was, just one more clean movement was enough to make them gasp loudly. Hundreds of thick threads exploded inside his boxers, staining and wetting the area, and the scene for a little that managed to seep out.

His chest rose and fell. Marco lifted his armpit one last time to sniff it.

- That's the last time I pick such a stinky guy.

- Better for me.

The guy's body began to twitch wildly, jerking in spasms until finally something slowly came out of his mouth, a sort of pastel pink gas that began to dissipate into the air until it transformed into Marco's spectral form.

The guy’s body stopped moving to again open his eyes with a slight blue flash. He stretched his arms.

- Pff... If it's more comfortable to be alone in here - Julian muttered to get up, he went to search the backpack that the original owner had brought with him. He opened it and found inside a pair of sportswear, he took it between his hands to sniff it - Wow. Looks like this guy hasn't washed his clothes in weeks.

He smiled to himself and sniffed for quite a while what was a t-shirt and a pair of pants, Julian focused a little more on the lower garment, he turned it over to sniff directly where the slit was accommodated. He smiled pervertedly, forcing his body to stick his nose back in there.

- I wonder if you were just as perverted being alive.

- Nah. A little, but hey, who's to judge me here?

- Me, for one.

- Don't be ridiculous, dude. You're just like me.

He shook his head as he put on the new clothes, liking the way those leggings hugged and contained his thighs perfectly, how they squeezed and moved like jelly.

- I look good, don't I?

He flexed his biceps again and stuck his butt out a little for the picture before giving him a slap that resonated.

- Mr. Ashford will scold you for sure.

Julian turned all the way to the mirror, admiring himself and taking more cheeky pictures of himself.

- And you too because you first left your scent here, all over the place. Besides, I told you no one else is going to find out, calm down.

Little did they know that from the door. Benjamin was spying on them, he was confused to see Noah acting like this. Which was the name of the body Julian was now inhabiting. And he had never seen the other boy with him before. What was going on? The more he hesitated, the more he leaned against the door, which caused it to open and squeak.

Revealing his presence.

Marco stepped aside, confident the boy couldn't see or hear him.

- Just pretend, Jules. Though, his body is tempting... - Marco muttered, which made Ben immediately stare at him, nervous.

He returned his gaze to who he thought was Noah, still distracted, totally enchanted by his new attributes. When he saw more of Benjamin, though, he realized something.

- Wait... You're the guy who almost choked on that gummy bear, aren't you? - "Noah" walked up to him, grinning.

Benjamin couldn't even say anything, he just shook his head hesitantly. The supposed Noah looked him up and down with a smile.

- You can see us, can't you?

- Jules, what do you think you're doing?! - Marco shouted through his teeth.

- Save it, Markky. He can see us.

They both moved closer, which made Benjamin uncomfortable and almost wanting to run. Noah's body twitched with some violence as he tried to retch, until he collapsed and blue smoke emerged from his mouth and quickly morphed into Julian.

Ben looked on in horror at the scene.

- Yes, you can see us! - the jock said excitedly.

Ben just let out a scream before running at full speed down the hallway.

- Well done, genius - Mark said, looking at the body of the smelly guy on the floor.

- Hey. This changes a lot of things, he's literally the first human who can see ghosts.

- And?

- Don't you see? It's literally something new! You want to leave the routine behind. What better than to make friends with someone who can see us?

- And what makes you think the living one wants to be our friend?

- Well, he doesn't technically have a choice about seeing or not. Come, let's go with the others. We have a lot to talk about.

Marco denied, let out a sigh to end up moving towards the back wall with Julian, both of them disappearing as soon as they crossed it.

Part Two: Haunted - The Bet

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Hello everyone!

This will be a new series of stories called “Haunted”, set in a school and will feature lots and lots of possessions, body changes and more. I know this little prologue doesn't have many pictures or exploration themes, but it's just to mark the beginning of this new universe and the why of things, I hope you liked it and you're ready for lots and lots of possessions with armpits, sweat, muscles and feet included.

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The Great Shift: Another Country

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

The Great Shift: Another Country

My name is Walter, I am 43 years old. I have a wife and three children, I have a well paid job in an IT company and I have the perfect life, apparently. I'm not complaining. I've had what I've wanted my whole life, went to my dream college, got a good paying job right out of college, met my wife, we had good chemistry in every aspect, my kids were a mess but I liked being a father. Maybe the only thing that overwhelmed me was the routine, how monotonous it could be.

Go to work, pick up my kids, back to the house. And again the same cycle, I didn't dislike it but maybe it would be nice to have more. That morning I was sitting in my cubicle, typing a couple of things. I needed to finish a report before four o'clock, it was an ordinary day, my colleagues were working around me. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on, or so I thought.

A tingling sensation settled in my hands, and then... it was like an expansion of energy. I heard a loud buzzing sound accompanied by the panicked screams of some of my colleagues, some of whom fell to the ground in spasms. I put my hands to my ears trying to avoid those sounds but it was useless. The sound increased until at some point I lost consciousness.

I opened my eyes awkwardly, I felt quite dizzy, lost... I felt something soft under me, I noticed how I was lying on what seemed to be a mattress, I got up confused as I could. There were traces of worry in me, how had I gotten here? Just seconds ago I was sitting in the office, and now I was... here.

I settled in, noticing that it was cold too. Why did I feel the draft against my skin? Then I saw with horror how the clothes I was wearing had disappeared, now there was only a pair of navy blue boxer shorts clinging to my thick legs. But those legs were not mine. I worked out, but they weren't this big... They looked fat, fleshy.

I also started listening to music, I noticed I was wearing headphones, although I couldn't quite understand what the music was saying, it sounded like... Chinese? Japanese? It sounded like an Asian dialect.

I took off my headphones, looked around in terror. It was no longer the office, now it was a spacious room with the window open, the sun seemed to be setting. But moments ago it was just morning. What was going on?

My heart was pounding. I got up as best I could, feeling extremely heavy and lethargic, as if my limbs were new and I was just learning how to manage them, awkwardly, I advanced across the room without shoes. My feet looked enormous...

Until I got to a mirror, I looked up. Finding myself face to face with an Asian guy, he had huge muscles, his eyebrow was cut and his haircut was a little messed up. I wanted to excuse myself, until I realized that the reflection of this stranger responded to everything I did. Even the slightest action.

- あっ！一体何が起こってるんだ？！

Maybe that's what got me the most annoyed, apparently all my English had vanished to be replaced by Japanese. I was like crazy looking around the room, my new body, where was my family, how could I understand what I was saying? It was as if my mind was thinking something and my mouth was saying something completely different. I felt foolish...

- こんなことが起こってるなんて、信じられない...

I lay back on the bed, now what would I do? What was going on? I was a stranger in my own body, in a different place, probably thousands and thousands of miles away from my native home.

I covered my face with my forearm for quite a while until the smell of something distracted me. It was a strong, stinky scent... Deep and musky, I wrinkled my nose. But as I smelled more and more, it was as if the smell became more delicious... Where was it coming from?

I approached what seemed to be a basket of clothes, inside were various garments, mostly sports, socks or even underwear. I felt a strange impulse like never before...

I took one of the boxers and stuck it against my face with need, I felt how wet it was because of the sweat present in the garment, how bad it smelled... Maybe it had worn for a week without stopping because of how bad it smelled. But I thought the stench was great, I wanted to smell it again and again.

With each puff I took, it was like my mind would start to crack and go silly... I caressed my new fat pecs, I loved how soft they felt, my huge hand against the muscle, squeezing them. I pulled the garment away from my face only to lift one of my foul smelling armpits and lick it. I gasped at the taste, it was so tasty... As if I had never smelled or tasted anything so perfect, so delicious. Soon my mind was discarding my knowledge of data, programs and numbers to be replaced by other things like sports, gym routines and the word "bro" in every sentence.

- オレ、めっちゃクサいな。へへへっ。

I wanted to think about my kids, my wife... But who the fuck cared about them? Let them get by however they could. "Daddy" needed to have fun. He no longer had the boring life of a stay-at-home dad, now he was a stinky, muscular, dumb college guy.

- 今じじゃオレ、こんなにムキムキだぜ。子供たちのことなんて、どうでもいいよ。

I felt my manhood swell and thicken. I just let out a soft, low chuckle, stroking through my pants and letting out grunts at the movement.

The more I played, thoughts came out of nowhere until they settled in my mind. I liked the men, I loved their huge muscles, the stench... The stinkier the better. I was in pure ecstasy as I imagined the interaction with another guy. His hands moving across my body, smelling his armpit... having him put his smelly boxers on my face.

I continued to move my hips, my hand tensing at the sensation of total pleasure, a goofy expression on my face and finally spilling buckets and buckets of liquid into the boxers and my pants. I don't think I'd ever come so much in my old body, now it was all soaked and stinking. I took that off to throw it in the hamper and lay back with a cocky grin on my face.

Some time later I found out what had happened in the world. Something they called "The Great Shift", nobody knew why it happened but thousands of people around the globe ended up in different bodies, and well, the rest is history.

I have no idea if the guy who inhabited this body before, who by the way, was named Kenta; ended up in my body or where the heck he ended up. I didn't care though, I mean. This body was mine alone, I wouldn't let go of it even for the most money you could imagine.

I loved being a silly, smelly, stinky, smelly himbo, the parties were so much fun! And best of all, there was no routine. I could skip class to go make out with some cute guy, fall asleep or go work out until I was as stinky as I loved.

And I respect my family. My wife ended up in another himbo's body, she looked so good… We had agreed to see each other, after all, she lived about two hours from where I am.

My oldest son, 20 years old. He ended up in the body of a boy who was finishing high school, although he's in the States so I won't see him for a long time.

My middle daughter ended up in the body of a guy from Thailand, we don't talk much but she said she loves the smell of his armpits and his new feet.

And my other son, the youngest 18 years old. He ended up in the body of a 26 year old office worker. He likes to earn his own money, lives in the big city and I think he's pretty successful with the guys.

I guess we all did well. And I'm glad it did because I love being a silly himbo…

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