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Enter Mat

[Enter Matteo and Narrator]

Matteo, stop, please. You're making me look like a fucking fag. Jesus, stop licking your armpits. Put on your underwear, do you know how ridiculous you look?

What do you mean your friends like it? They're my friends, you body stealing fag!

What about John?

No-no, he wouldn't do that—he knows I'm straight—he started this whole thing? No, no, that's not right. That's impossible! We were friends since we were kids. We went to college together!

So... he gave you body swap spell? Wh–

[Enter John]

John! Don't look. This isn't how it looks like. Mat stole my body! Now he's making me look like a fag. Please don't look, he's touching my body.

What? That's not right. You gave him the... why? I thought we were friends! And you're straight.

John... Mat... stop kissing. John don't touch his cock. What are you doing?

JOHN: "Can you be quiet? I'm trying to finger my boyfriend's tight hole. He smells so good right now! I love it when he goes to the gym. He used to act all stuck up like some rich boy jock. Now he's acting like the cock-loving slut I knew he always was."

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Suit Up, Switch Off

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.

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

Suit Up, Switch Off

My name is Elliot, I'm about to start college and I've been single all my life.

I don't consider myself very attractive. And I guess that's why, plus I live in a small town lost in nowhere, it's very uncommon for someone to come out as gay in these parts.

Also, I was very nerdy, what's that got to do with it? Almost nothing really, but for as long as I could remember I'd loved superheroes: their muscles bulging in those suits that left nothing to the imagination, the spandex straining to contain those huge biceps, their strength in their pecs... I always wanted to be like that, although it was obviously a dream that never came true.

So I became a fan of hero movies or cosplayers. I loved seeing how the costumes looked on their manicured bodies, the bulges in the right places. And how hot they looked.

I'd had a lot of part-time jobs, mostly to save for college, though the odd bit of money I kept for my tastes. Among them: subscription sites.

I followed various cosplayers who uploaded content to their own pages, modeling their superhero costumes (some in less “everyday” poses), or without much clothing. Even with themes like hypnosis, bondage, and things a bit more... strange.

All of that seemed to feed my fantasies more and more, not because I wanted to be with such people (though I wouldn't complain if that were the case), but I wanted to be them.

Flexing those muscles, that I looked like that in those tight suits.

There was one in particular, though: Jason.

He was quite muscular, his suits fit him perfectly, and he had something in his face... that made him look like a mix between a nerd and an ideal himbo.

And I followed him everywhere, on his social networks, on his private and subscription channels. I was fascinated; that day he was live.

- Hello everyone! - he said with that excited air - I wanted to give you an announcement, rather, two - he smiled - First, how do you like my new Spiderman costume?

He lowered the camera to focus on his muscles, bounced his pecs with a soft laugh and brought the camera back up to his face.

- And, the platform has activated a new feature, I didn't really pay much attention to the email I got but, I have to be honest with you. Debuting this feature had a great payoff, so I decided to go for it! I think it's a "Meet And Greet" or something like that, it was called something like... Be Me. I don't remember the truth if I'm being honest.

He shook his head and typed a couple of things.

- Okay. This makes a list of all those who are subscribed and watching the video, then it will make a draw and... Well, the rest is what I didn't read - he laughed at himself - You just have to allow access to your accounts. Ready?

A roulette appeared on the screen, there were at least four hundred names there, or more. It immediately began to advance, for what felt like hours, until it slowed down little by little. And then stopped to burst into confetti enveloping the winner's name: Elliot Higgins.

- Congratulations, Elliot! - Jason smiled, leaning back in his chair as the suit thundered softly from containing his big, juicy muscles - Just give access to your account and... Well, we'll catch up later, I guess.

Immediately a message appeared on my screen. A huge “Do you accept?” message, there was a privacy notice underneath, but that looked huge. I didn't want to waste any more time, so I automatically selected the option.

The message disappeared and my screen suddenly went black. I thought maybe it was the battery, so I pressed the power button a couple of times to no avail. And when I was about to do it again, it was like feeling an electric charge run through my whole body.

My room was plunged into darkness as I felt strong spasms, my sight was filled with fuzzy colors that looked like wires, static noises and darkness again.

Until something seemed to pull me into the light and I came to myself. I had to blink hard, trying to focus on everything that was spinning around me.

- Shit, my head... - I muttered. I felt heavy, but it wasn't that fat heavy feeling I was used to, it was... very different.

I brought my hand to my forehead to try to ease the pain, but then I felt something against my skin. It was... cloth?

I opened my eyes wider, also feeling a weight on my nose, touched my face, bumping into glasses. But I never wore glasses.

I looked at my hands, now gloved in red and blue cloth with white textured reliefs. And finally, I saw the screen. Jason was there, but it seemed almost like a reflection, every action I did, he replicated it.

- Holy shit! - I smiled taking the camera, totally delighted with my new form - I'm him!

I let out a laugh somewhere between nervous and excited. Starting to feel Jason's muscles through the suit, I could feel how it tensed at the slightest flex.

I could feel my huge biceps, my sensitive pectorals through his reliefs, my fat, fleshy buttocks! I could feel everything, it was all mine now.

I took a closer look at the transmission, which seemed to be going crazy for what was happening. I started reading the comments, there was one in particular that caught my attention:

《 Jason didn't read things right before activating the feature. Be Me is an experimental function that allows two people to switch bodies for a certain amount of time 》

Some people called that subscriber a liar or crazy, but I denied excitedly.

- No, no! Not at all, he's right! I'm not Jason

I let out a laugh again. And the chat went crazy, again.

《 How does it feel to be in it? 》 - I blanched at the question.

- Well... It feels good, I think.

It seemed I was still just as nervous and awkward as my previous body. Though that didn't stop me from weighing and squeezing my pecs like careless.

《 You show us the suit now! 》

My heart was pounding. Jason had a body to die for, yes. But he was one of those kind of content creators who only uploaded his content “half-heartedly”, he didn't show very detailed stuff, he always tried to cover up with his hand below his hip, he didn't show from behind either.

He was just someone who liked to disguise himself... but not so much when other people said “naughty” comments about his body.

I stood still, in shock for a moment.

《 Well? 》 《 Yes, do it!》 《 Show everything! 》 《 I hope this guy isn't a prude too 》

My heart was pounding. However... Wasn't this what I always wished for? I wanted to be this strong. To have those suits like this look on me... To have these huge muscles.

I immediately spread my legs, sitting on the chair and leaning back in a dominant way.

- Not at all. You're coming for this, aren't you? - I flexed my new arms, stroked my pecs and felt my shaft begin to harden. I drew an arrogant expression on my face.

I kept rubbing my pecs until I hit one of my new nipples. A goofy expression formed as I grinned, and I began to pull them harder and more insistently, twisted them and gasped. It hurt a little, but all the pleasure coursed through my body like pure electricity, my feet curling and tensing as I grinned like an idiot.

- Hell... - I stammered.

But that didn't stop me from continuing to stroke myself like a deranged maniac.

My manhood was constantly bumping and rubbing against the suit, even I cupped my spandex pants, grabbing them from side to side to start forming a sort of back-and-forth. Which made me feel even more ecstatic.

- You guys would love to have me like this, wouldn't you?

I raised the camera again to give them an even better view of this body, in all its splendor.

- No filters, no limitations. This is the content they want from me... Just a silly himbo enjoying himself.

I bounced my pecs like balls, I was really loving the feel of every muscle wrapped tightly in the spandex. I also lifted his armpit, letting out a sigh from the sweat.

- Boy, does he stink! - I let out a laugh - apparently our good Jason loves to smell like sweat.

I pressed my face more against my armpit, enjoying the accumulated stench. My hand was rubbing insistently against my bulge. Then it slid down to find the cleft between his buttocks, to which I let out a gasp. I started rubbing the area with my new thick fingers over and over again, my face was flushed.

- Ah, ah! - I grinned like a moron, enjoying the sensation. I peeled my fingers off only to bring them to my nose, smiling even more at the smell of thick sweat. I rubbed my gloved fingers over and over against my nose with a satisfied smile.

- Do you like this new Jason better?

I said inhaling again and again my dumb, stinky, delicious jock scent... I flexed my arms more, I loved the feeling of power, of strength, extremely masculine and hot... And mine alone. A sense of arrogance rose from my loins along with me tool hard against the suit.

- You wish you were me, don't you, losers? - I let out a laugh rubbing the bulge more, feeling how I was about to be done in no time - To have all of this.

I flexed one last time before I felt strings and strands of thick goo coming out, my breathing labored and choppy, I ended up leaning back in the chair.

- Shit...

I closed my eyes. I felt that dizziness again and everything went black, just for an instant. But when I opened my eyes again, I still found Jason's room.

It turned out that "Be Me" had an error rate where people did not return to their original body, but stayed that way. And even better - for me, of course - there was also a tiny percentage that would forget their identity, and fit into their new body.

Just what happened to Jason. He now believed that he was Elliot all his life.

And I fit perfectly into his life. I continued to use the platforms he had for his content, although of course I increased the profits by dropping the prude attitude that old Jason had.

They all wanted this, and that they would get.

Did they want to see my huge, juicy buttocks? Granted.

Did they want to see my stinky feet? Of course, I could even stick them in my mouth just to keep them happy.

I kept working out on his body, making my muscles even bigger. I loved how they showed through the clothes, how tight the sleeves looked and even better, my pecs: fat, firm and round, even the slightest movement made them bounce.

I loved my scent too, it was intoxicating, I would end up exhausted from the gym and would rather go home like that, if it was by bus all the better, so I could spread my legs wide open and lift my armpits to stink all over, hopefully some guy would start sniffing and licking them.

I loved being Jason, every morning getting up and seeing his reflection, feeling the weight of my body, seeing my morning wood and staying for hours until I dropped buckets and buckets.

I also changed much of his closet, I got rid of the baggy, boring t-shirts and pants, replacing them with tops and other tight fitting things. Fuck the old Jason, now I was in control.

I was what I had always wanted, finally I was no longer a loser, now I was muscular, smelly and hot.

- Ready for another video, losers? You better be on your knees and hungry.

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Revenge: Part Two

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.

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

Revenge: Part Two

part one: Revenge

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

- I'm in the bedroom, honey! - I lied with no chutzpah.

Almost immediately he was already in the doorframe, smiling as he looked at me. It took everything in me not to yell at him, at least lash out or curse at him, instead I just forced a smile.

- What are you doing? - he asked with a laugh.

- Nothing. Don't you like it?

- I love it... Although I'm confused as to why you're wearing your Halloween costume

- I remembered you like those things and wanted to surprise you - at least I had the advantage that I knew this jerk inside out.

- You're absolutely right...

We started kissing. I was nauseous, I wanted to make these two pay, how could I ruin Dustin and Alberto's lives? I wanted to come up with a plan but it was hard to think of anything with Dustin touching my buttocks insistently.

He placed his hand between my legs, to which I let out a slight gasp. I thought maybe I could get some use out of this.

I kissed him with some intensity, both of us using our tongues, a kiss as sloppy and intense as never before. Or at least... not with me.

I sighed lightly. I felt him press against me fully, saliva escaping between my corners. He spun me around until I was settled on his legs, both of us panting.

- Today you feel... Different.

He murmured, watching me from head to toe, a little suspiciously. He stared at me too long, to which I preferred to kiss him intensely to keep him from thinking.

- Why don't we... de-stress?

I moved against his body, letting my buttocks rub insistently against him. And suddenly neither of us had any pants on.

His thick tool ended up inside me, to which I gasped with desire. We had been intimate a thousand times in my original body, but there was something now that felt very different, as if Alberto's body had more nerve endings.

It was like seeing stars.

- Ah!" I half-opened my lips, confused by the new sensations that I myself was sticking to with more need, as if I wanted him to get to the bottom.

- Gosh honey, you're so excited today....

I didn't even pay attention to him.

My eyes curved with desire, I smiled foolishly and even felt a little saliva drop. It was as if my brain was melting just to feel that.

We ended up exhausted on the bed, him cuddled up to me, which made me uncomfortable, it must be said.

- Everything all right?

- Yes, yes - I looked away.

- Did I do something to upset you? Are you angry?

I denied.

- Not at all, honey - Rather, I was thoughtful. As much as I would love to occupy Dustin, I couldn't forget why I ended up here in the first place.

So I had to come up with a way to make them both pay. Leave Dustin so disappointed in Alberto that I wouldn't want to see him for years, and Dustin so ruined that there was no going back.

So it all started the next morning. I waited for Dustin to leave the house and immediately installed a "casual" dating app.

I filled in the necessary information, and to make things worse (or better?) I put Alberto's full name, and a picture where his face was perfectly visible.

If they liked to play "keep" with someone else's partner, then they wouldn't mind sharing.

Barely five minutes went by and the message inbox seemed to explode: men of all sizes, races and descriptions, discreet, twinks, everything.

But there was one message that interested me more than the others.

- Alberto, is it really you?

I opened the message, noticing the profile and the picture, I could only smile with mischief and total satisfaction: It was Roger.

Dustin's best friend.

- Hey, right. That's right

I typed.

It wasn't even five minutes before he answered back.

- What are you doing here? What's going on with Dustin?

- Well, can't I have a little fun?

- Not when you have a partner.

He had a point, I wish his best friend felt the same way.

- It's weird, though. Don't you think? You say I can't but...that hasn't stopped you from texting me, if you wanted to tell Dustin.... You would have done it by now.

It took several minutes for him to respond, so I sent another message.

- Or did you see something you liked? Do you want to play with your best friend's "prize"?

Six minutes passed, I thought he wouldn't answer until the phone buzzed.

- I'm on my way to your house.

I smiled arrogantly.

As soon as he arrived, I opened the door, he walked in, looking somewhat annoyed and even intimidating.

- Aren't you dating Dustin? - I rolled my eyes a little at his insistence and the same question.

- I thought we had already cleared that up.

- It's not fair what you're doing, Alberto.

He muttered crossing his arms, I did the same.

- And yet you're here.

The silence lasted a while, he looked at me with his eyes closed.

- It's Dustin's joke, isn't it? Where is he? Tell him to come out now.

- I can prove to you that it's really not a joke.

I smiled coquettishly, kneeling in front of him to stick out my tongue like a fool, I took his hand to make his fingers find their way into my mouth.

He looked at me with desire for a while, until finally he lifted me up and we started kissing so intensely that our lips were so hot, he grabbed my waist, dug his fingers into my skin and then spread kisses down my neck. He caressed my buttocks and his fingers found their way to my entrance.

- You don't know how much I wanted to do this - he murmured hoarsely. He placed me against the wall.

- And why hadn't you been up for it before? - I whispered in a seductive tone, before I felt him insert his tool all at once, my eyes widened with force and some pain, which was quickly replaced with pleasure, I gasped with a silly smile, feeling a slap to my buttocks.

- I thought you were faithful to Dustin.

- Well, the world changes so fast.

And again, another lunge.

We went crazy for hours, sweating and filling the room with that signature scent.

I expected Dustin to arrive at any moment, "finding" me red-handed. But he never came. So I had even more time and ideas to leave Alberto as a random.

My initial idea was more encounters until Dustin figured it out. But maybe that would be too boring.

I took my cell phone, starting to take pictures to upload to my stories, caressing my new chubby buttocks, or "promoting" my new gift boxers. The easier Alberto looked, the better.

- Today there will be a party with some friends, maybe we should go. Although I know you might not feel like going - he commented while we were eating.

- Actually I do want to go.

I smiled to myself.

- Do you really? You don't usually like parties.

- I know, but you're my boyfriend. And I have to support you, don't I?

He swallowed it all. The poor guy didn't even suspect anything, and how could he? Of course, he had no idea that his ex was inside the sensual body of his new boyfriend.

We got to the party, which was pretty... boring. Just drinks here and there, boring talk and nothing else.

So it was the perfect opportunity to make it interesting.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Once in front of the mirror, I smiled, flexing my arms and pulling my hair back.

- Ready for your big performance? - I asked as if Alberto could answer me.

I took everything off immediately, leaving me in just a tight boxer. I flexed my muscles a little more and opened the door.

I moved forward to where the "soul" of the party was, I felt the stares of all of Dustin's friends, some indignant, others... staring very intently.

I stood in the center, starting to flex my arms with a goofy grin. I didn't even know what to do but that was the least of it, right?

- Do they like what they see? - I asked aloud, also starting to sway my hips back and forth, feeling the relief in my underwear bounce with each sway. I lifted my armpit to sniff it, enjoying the stinking aroma.

Then I knelt on the floor, beginning to caress my buttocks.

Panting and sticking out my tongue almost like a dog, a little saliva escaped my lips in between panting and slapping my buttocks.

I could see perfectly well how some of his friends started rubbing their pants and looking at me with lust-laden eyes.

- Anyone care to join me?

I mumbled licking my lips, just at that moment I met Roger's gaze who looked quite “excited” with a marked relief in his tight jeans.

And next to him, Dustin.

First an expression of surprise bordering on disgust and disappointment, until it shifted to anger.

Bingo.

I leaned forward, starting to knead my muscles, slow from my calf all the way up to my hip, then back. I began to work my fingers into my entrance, gasping at the sensation, smiling and biting my lower lip.

Despite everything and the repulsion I naturally felt for this body, it was sensitive....

- What the fuck are you doing, Alberto?

He grabbed my arm to pull me up suddenly. I smiled like anything.

- Does it bother you?

- Of course it bothers me! What's wrong with you?!?

- Oh come on, don't make this scene in front of everyone.

I said looking around me.

- A scene?!? You're the one acting like an exhibitionist!

- And you don't like it? - I pressed myself against him, caressing his abs - We can give you all a.... show everyone. I think they'd love it.

- Fuck you.

He stormed out of the room, annoyed and angry. I just stayed in the room, surrounded by his friends who hadn't left upset or shocked by my behavior, on the contrary... they looked hungry, starving.

- Do you want to come and have a taste?

I flexed my arms again.

Going home was quite a challenge, Dustin and I screamed a lot, which was strangely... satisfying.

Considering that in my original body he only left me with a text message.

- I don't understand what's wrong with you Alberto! You've been acting weird for weeks! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

A laugh escaped my lips, denying.

- You don't have the slightest idea, do you?

- What?

I laughed again.

- That I'm not Alberto, asshole.

I let out a thunderous laugh, drunk with revenge. I don't think I'll ever forget his confused look.

- You're crazy.

- Pretty crazy, "Dunnie" - I put my hand on his chest, smiling. That nickname only I could tell him, his look transformed into pure horror.

- But... Sebastien? Is that you?

- Till you figure it out, big guy.

I squeezed his breastplate hard.

- But how? What are you doing inside of him? Why are you doing this?

- Why? Are you seriously asking why? - I raised my eyebrow, crossing my arms - Don't you remember everything you did? You ruined my life, Dustin! I'm just returning the favor.

- No, you're doing it to Alberto and he had nothing to do with it-

- Of course he had something to do with it! I wasn't the one who chose to steal someone else's boyfriend.

I declared.

- And what do you want?

- To see you pay, of course.

- You've done your job, you've done it, leave us alone.

- Oh no, I made him pay. You...

I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, it was as if my body went on autopilot. I immediately threw myself against him to kiss him, grabbing him by the cheeks with force, he moved to pull back but I kept him where he was, I felt something rising from my stomach to end up in my mouth, the more I advanced, it was as if I lost control of Alberto's body.

And then I passed into Dustin's body.

I felt spasms and violent agitation, before falling to the ground with darkness enveloping me.

Once I awoke, I found Alberto's unconscious body next to me, I felt heavy, very heavy.

I smiled, stroking my fat pecs.

- I must admit, you're not bad at all... Dunnie.

I boasted, emphasizing the caresses to his chest in that sensitive spot, going crazy from the sensation.

- Gosh, you sure are sensitive!

I kneaded harder, flexing my arms to sniff my armpits.

- You do stink... But get used to it, from now on you'll be nothing but a muscle-bound fool addicted to their stench.

I sniffed, smiling.

From that day on, I stayed in Dustin's body. I thought about ruining his life like Alberto, humiliating him and leaving him almost ruined. But then I thought, where would I go?

I didn't know if I could go back to my body, and even if I could, I had no job, no money, not even a house anymore.

So I decided to stay as Dustin... for the rest of my life.

I had great muscles, charisma, a good job and a nice apartment, plus a rather interesting addition...

It turns out that when I possessed Alberto, my soul seemed to merge with his. Leaving a permanent residue of me in him, it was almost like a clone, my mind in his body.

It was quite a surprise to know that my consciousness was still inside that body. Although I certainly enjoyed staying inside Alberto as well.

It was a bit complicated to explain what happened that night at the party, but they quickly forgot about it (not that Alberto apparently had a magic mouth).

If you're wondering if we're still a couple, yes. Initially it was weird thanks to the hatred we had for each other, but, we also know exactly what we want, how we feel about things.

It's great, although sometimes if we do allow ourselves to be with other people for one-night stands.

And Dustin? Well, unlike Alberto, I did spend weeks listening to him whine, scream and beg me to leave his body, until one day he just shut up.

I guess my mind sucked him in or something, because his memories came with him. Anyway, everyone got what they deserved, and well, revenge is sweet.

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Dressing Room Score

All the couples wanted the day off for Valentine’s Day but I took those shifts so quickly because hello it’s free money! I took the apparel section because it’s the easiest place to get a peak at the dressing rooms. I’m not a perv I swear, but I can’t help myself. I always kept one vital of bodysuit serum on me. All the eye candy going into the dressing rooms was like a buffet of options. Men, women, pets! Shit I don’t discriminate I love trying on another persons experience to see how they live.

We were getting a weird crowd today since all the couples were out and about. The store was filled with miscellaneous randos so I went through most of my day thinking I struck out. As I locked in refolding some destroyed sections of t-shirts, a customer came up to me asking for help locating more of a certain item I absent mindedly answered looking at what was in his hand before looking up. My words stopping in their tracks as I saw his face.

He was so adorable and dorky looking in his face but the outfit he already had on told a different story. Leaving little to the imagination, it inferred he was going on a date or going out but I didn’t want to inquire too much. I like my mouth mindlessly answer his inquiries as I kept looking back to ogle at his outfit.

Eventually he asked to use the dressing rooms and I knew this was basically my chance. We walked slowly to the rooms and as he walked into the tiny space I quickly pulled the syringe out, stabbing him in the neck behind his back. The mirrors lining the room couldve saved him but he was oblivious of his surroundings.

He began turning into a suit hollowing out into a mound that looked like skin colored liquid latex. I quickly pushed him into the dressing room with me to avoid spectators. As I latched the door, I turned around to see the process completed. I knew I was operating on limited time and quickly pulled his skin on. I love putting on a new body that’s stacked with muscles that I’m not. It’s like you feel bloated, but in a good way because it goes straight to your muscles and any other places you differ in size…if you get what I mean. He was clearly a grower because I didn’t feel anything crazy there though.

I looked through his wallet to figure out a name and basic details. Okay, Reese is the name 5’9” is the height okay there’s the address. Wait the best part! I whipped back upright standing and smiling towards my new phone.

I decided to save the rest of the excitement for privacy gathered my new belongings and headed to the address on my ID. I fumbled through several keys before eventually finding the right one as I pushed my way into a very nice but neutral looking apartment. It definitely gave upper class gay which is what I always pretended to be so this would be easy to embody.

I quickly began stripping as I hastily searched for the closest full body mirror. I wanted to see the goods from every single angle. I ripped the belt holding up my very fitted pants, dropping them down to my ankles and I just gasped at what I could see.

Reese was had the type of body I was always afraid to have. He’s so conventionally attractive that while I wore him I felt like I couldn’t control myself. I needed to push it to the limit and see what I can do.

I headed down to the gym matching the sign in tag on Reese’s keys and just pretended to be there for a good workout. I mean I did go for a workout just not that kind.

I had a hard time breaking a sweat, which only intrigued me more but I headed to the locker room to take pics. I was just so obsessed with his juicy chest. Thankfully this was the better strategy because I kept getting passing glances until someone finally took initiative and approached me.

The man was such a daddy, something I could’ve only hoped to previously attract before. He nearly demanded I come with him after he got dressed and who would be to not oblige? I got in his big truck and we made our way to his home. I don’t know how I deluded myself into thinking I’d be the dominant one in this situation but the second the house door closed behind me. The burly daddy manhandled me and pushed me onto his bed. Gentle and slow was only a dream I could’ve hoped for because that man whipped his beer can out immediately and shoved his way in.

Don’t get me wrong he was BIG but that was the moment I learned what Reese did well. He was a power bottom. There was no moment of pain, me and my new hole took it like a champ. The in and out of his aggressive pace was matched by my new muscle memory eagerness to accept it.

He attacked my muscular backside as I finally began to break a sweat. Loud moans escaped my mouth. I couldn’t control it like an animalistic cry. As I thought I was reaching my limit I came on myself as he kept going. That would become a recurring theme.

Every day I’d show up to the gym and act like the slutty himbo I wanted to be. Ending up at a different home, condo, apartment every night putting my new orifices to work.

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New City, New Me

Lukas stood on the sunlit pavement outside his Chemnitz apartment, the crisp spring air brushing against his skin. At 28, he was ready to leave behind the conservative streets of his hometown for the pulsing, liberated heart of Berlin. His belongings were packed, and the moving truck idled nearby. The company he’d hired promised a smooth move. What Lukas hadn’t anticipated was the man who’d step out of the driver’s seat.

The mover, a lean but muscular man named Jonas, wore khaki shorts that hugged his thighs and a loose tank top that revealed toned arms. White Nike socks peeked out above his chunky sneakers, and his casual confidence made Lukas’s heart race. Jonas hopped down from the truck, his movements fluid, and flashed a grin. “Last load, yeah?” he called, his Bavarian accent warm and teasing. Lukas nodded, his throat dry, as Jonas climbed onto the truck’s rear platform, leaning in to secure the final boxes.

Lukas’s gaze locked onto Jonas’s form — his shorts had slipped down slightly, revealing the curve of a perfectly rounded ass, framed by the waistband of his briefs. The sight sent a jolt through Lukas, his mind spiraling. Berlin was a city of reinvention, a place to shed his old self. And he had a tool for that: a vial of bodysuit serum, a strange, shimmering liquid he’d acquired from a shadowy online seller. It promised a transformation, a chance to become someone else. Watching Jonas’s toned legs flex as he adjusted a strap, Lukas made his decision. A new city deserved a new him.

He slipped into the apartment one last time, retrieving the vial from his bag. The serum glowed faintly, warm to the touch. Heart pounding, he returned to the truck just as Jonas leaned further in, his shorts slipping lower, exposing more of that tantalizing curve. “Need help?” Lukas asked, his voice shaky. Jonas glanced back, smirking. “Only if you’re climbing up here with me,” he teased, oblivious to the syringe in Lukas’s hand.

Lukas seized the moment. As Jonas turned back to the boxes, Lukas darted forward, plunging the syringe into Jonas’s ass. Jonas gasped, his body tensing before he slumped forward, unconscious but breathing steadily — the serum’s effect kicking in. Lukas’s pulse thundered in his ears. Guilt flickered, but desire burned hotter. He hopped on the rear platform of the truck with deflated Jonas and closed the door behind them.

The serum’s instructions were clear: Jonas’s body had become a living suit for Lukas to put on. Lukas stripped off his own clothes, standing naked in the dim light. He caught his reflection in a nearby mirror leaning against the truck wall, smirking at the bubble butt he’d sculpted through years of dedication. “New city, new me,” he murmured, giving it a playful smack. Then he turned to Jonas.

He tugged down Jonas’s khaki shorts, revealing the full curve of his ass, the briefs clinging tightly. Lukas’s breath hitched as he peeled off Jonas’s tank top, exposing a lean, sun-kissed torso. The serum had worked — Jonas’s skin shimmered faintly, elastic and ready. Lukas pressed himself against Jonas’s back, aligning their bodies. He found the seam along Jonas’s spine and pushed.

It felt like slipping into warm silk. Lukas’s body melded into Jonas’s, his legs sliding into Jonas’s legs, his arms into Jonas’s arms. He felt Jonas’s lean strength become his own, the sensation of Jonas’s toned ass now his to command. His head settled into Jonas’s, vision sharpening as Jonas’s hazel eyes became his. Lukas stood, steadying himself, and ran his hands over his new body — Jonas’s body. He flexed, feeling the taut muscles, the lithe power.

He glanced at the mirror. Jonas’s face stared back, boyish and handsome, but with Lukas’s sly grin. He turned, admiring the way Jonas’s ass looked in the khaki shorts, now pulled back up but still teasingly low. “Fuck,” he whispered, voice now Jonas’s lighter, playful tone. He gave it a smack, the sound sharp in the back of a truck, and felt a surge of desire.

He hopped down, sneakers hitting the pavement with a soft thud, and climbed into the driver’s seat. Jonas’s faint memories guided him — enough to know how to handle the truck.

As he pulled onto the road, Berlin’s skyline shimmering in the distance, Lukas felt alive. This was his new beginning, a chance to be bold, to be more. For now, Lukas leaned back, one hand on the wheel, the other tracing the curve of his new bodysuit. A new city, a new him — and a hell of a way to start.

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My brother's friend Billy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I opened the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fatso's Ghostly Escapade!

It has been a while since Fatso the big blue ghost has enjoyed himself with a delicious hunky fleshie to inhabit, and he has been itching to get back out there and have the time of his afterlife.

Usually, Fatso possesses a fleshie alongside his two brothers, Stinky and Stretch, however, this time Fatso went on his own outing so he could have some more privacy in whatever activities he had planned.

Fatso decided to fly out to the busy street of Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, a place that is packed with fleshies all eager to see the sights of the city of angels and stars.

Fatso flies over the herds of fleshies invisible to not cause a scene, the big guy is looking for a certain kind of fleshie, a fleshie who is beefy, hunky, and would make any man stare.”Let’s see what I get today. This time I do NOT want the fat guy!” Fatso intends to take over the sexiest fleshie he can find so that he can become the talk of the town.

Fatso keeps on his search when he sees something that almost makes him reveal himself out of excitement, Fatso sees his next victim. The man is tall, dark, and handsome with bulging muscles and a face that can get anything he wants.

Fatso’s eyes pop out of his head as he ogles the fleshie up and down.”Ooh! Look what we have here… the man of my dreams! Hubba Hubba!” The man walks across the street wearing all gray and black with a leather jacket as he seems to be in a rush. The fleshie jumps into a cab as Fatso decides to join in on the ride.

Fatso sits next to his soon-to-be body in the backseat of the car as his fleshie gets comfortable and opens up his phone. Fatso thinks to himself, “Now why were you in a rush, you sexy slab of meat…”

Fatso peaks at the man’s phone as he opens up an app that is quite familiar with Fatso, the yellow app known as Grindr. Fatso scoffs, “Hahaha now THIS is what I am talking about! Fleshie you are PERFECT! I cannot wait to get my hands on you big guy!” Fatso is getting hornier and hornier as he thinks about squeezing inside this hunk of a man.

Fatso wants to see what his fleshie has in mind as he sees the fleshie messaging someone. The messages read; “Hey r u on ur way Brandon?” “Yup just got in the cab, can't wait till you see you” “Can't wait I'm waiting in bed”.

Fatso sees these messages, “Ohh I see fleshie… ‘Brandon’ is on his way to a hookup, well I hope there is room for a THIRD! Bahahaha” Fatso laughs to himself as the car shakes slightly from his large vibrating form.

Brandon gets to his destination as Fatso trails him, Brandon enters the apartment complex and gets rings to get inside. As Brandon walks in he seems to have to use the restroom so he runs over to the bathroom to relieve himself before he makes his way to his hookup’s room. “It's time to get this show on the road fleshie! Haha!” Fatso knows it's time to take over his fleshie as he prepares to take possession of Brandon. 

Brandon gets into the bathroom and quickly takes a piss as he lets out a sigh and zips up, before he leaves the bathroom he makes sure he looks in the mirror. Brandon is checking himself out when he hears some noises coming from a closed stall. “What was that?” Brandon questions as he turns his head to a stall he knows was left open when he first walked in. The stall looks like it's shaking and rumbling causing Brandon to want to take a closer look. “Is someone there?” Brandon walks up to the stall and opens the door to see no one. “What the heck is going on?” All Brandon sees is an empty stall as he notices the toilet is vibrating, Brandon steps forward until he is standing above the toilet looking down into the bowl.

“Hey fleshie… turn around…”

Brandon whips his head up and quickly turns around with a confused look on his face as he sees a large pudgy ghost with piercing orange eyes looking directly at him almost completely blocking the stall door.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! What are you?!” Brandon shrieks

Fatso laughs and grins, “The name’s Fatso, and you caught my eye you sexy fleshie!” Brandon tries to run out of the stall but Fatso bounces Brandon back like a giant balloon which causes Brandon to stumble onto the toilet behind him.

“Oh Fleshie, why leave so soon, it's only the beginning of our fun escapade together, or should I say… MY fun escapade INSIDE you!” Fatso starts to move closer to Brandon.

Brandon looks up at Fatso while he scoots back as much as he can, “What do you want from me?! This can't be happening!” Brandon looks terrified as Fatso gets up close and personal with him, rubbing his ghostly belly against his knees as the chubby ghost gets eye-level with his prey. Fatso looks Brandon in the eyes, “Hehe Possession is 9/10s the law and you are ALL MINE!” Fatso charges back as Brandon goes wide-eyed. “NOW OPEN UP FOR FATSO!” Fatso flings forward towards Brandon as Fatso slams into Brandon’s crotch looking for his way in.

Brandon tries to get up but the immense force of Fatso keeps Brandon stuck on the toilet seat. Fatso phases through Brandon’s jeans and finds Brandon’s flaccid rod, “Ooooh! Why hello there big guy! Hehe, don't mind if I do!” Fatso begins to press against Brandon’s rod as his head slurps in. Brandon moans and chills from the sudden cold and rubbery feeling of Fatso entering into him. Brandon immediately freaks out and pulls down his pants to see Fatso slurping inside him, “AHHH GET OUT!” Fatso continues to laugh as he slowly sinks into Brandon’s rod which causes Brandon to go hard and feels Fatso enter into his stomach. 

Brandon watches in horror as Fatso’s bulbous stomach slams into him, Brandon begins to push against against Fatso with his hands, “Get off of me!” Fatso starts to come back out of Brandon as Fatso groans slowly, “Awww come on Fleshie, let me in, I promise I will take great care of you!”

Fatso pops out of Brandon’s crotch as Fatso has a scolding look on his face, “You think are can keep me out fleshie, I’ll show you what it means to be taken over!” Brandon quickly gets up and makes a run out of the bathroom as Fatso flies forward and bodyslams into Brandon’s back causing Brandon to hit his head against the door and fall backward on his back. Brandon is in a daze as he opens his eyes and sees Fatso above him.

Fatso grins, “Thanks for making this easier for me fleshie, now open wide 'cause I’M COMING THROUGH!!!” Fatso dives down into Brandon’s mouth and he slams all his ghostly weight onto Brandon as his head and arms immediately go down into Brandon’s throat, “Now this is what I am TALKING ABOUT! Hahaha!”

Brandon cannot speak a word as he feels Fatso wiggle down his throat and feels Fatso begin to once again fill up his stomach. Fatso continues to flow into Brandon as his belly wiggles and squeezes slowly getting more and more of his ectoplasm down into his victim’s muscular body.

“GET READY FOR FATSO! BAHAHAHA!” Fatso laughs as Brandon groans in discomfort as he feels more and more of Fatso squeeze and rub against his insides. Fatso continues to squeeze and wiggle for a while until what is left is Fatso’s tail, “There we GO!” Fatso’s tail slurps into Brandon’s mouth and wiggles down his through with a popping sound.

Brandon’s eyes go wide as he immediately gets up off the floor now feeling extremely heavy and full since he is now carrying all of Fatso inside him. Brandon groans, “Ughhh I feel weird, please get out…” Fatso giggles in response, “Sorry fleshie but I am already getting VERY comfortable in my new home! You won’t mind if I stay for a while right?”

Brandon wobbles as he stands up and feels Fatso wiggling and moving in his body, he suddenly hears Fatso moan as he feels a lurch in his stomach and his body begins to move on its own. “Time for Fatso to take the reigns fleshie!” Fatso blurts out as Brandon’s body flails around the bathroom while both Fatso and Brandon groan and moan.

Brandon flings to his left and hits his stomach against the sink, “HEYYY there's precious cargo in here!” Brandon continues to shake uncontrollably as he feels Fatso move and expand in his body, almost like he is being put on like a suit. Brandon feels Fatso’s head squeeze into his own as he sighs, “Please don’t do this…” Fatso exclaims, “Don’t worry fleshie, Fatso is going to take GREAT care of you! Now let me take the driver’s seat for a while.” Fatso moans and lurches over as Brandon is gone and fatso is in control now.

Fatso walks up to the mirror in his new body examining himself and his sexy muscles and chiseled face, “Wow… never been in a fleshie this sexy before! This is going to be an amazing night!” Fatso gets a notification from the phone in his pocket and it reads, “Hey man what is taking so long, I'm ready to be fucked!” Fatso gets excited, “Ooh this is going to be fun!” Fatso walks out of the bathroom ready for his escapades.

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Taste Of His Skin

I love this new body. Every aspect is like feels like it’s tailor made for me. I could really get used to his musk. It still tastes delicious. It’s gonna be nice wearing him for a while. With this lean hot muscle, life is going to be fun.

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Homophobic gym teacher

I hate PE. I hate it so freaking much that I’d rather have history with Mr. Douglas every day than to run in front of Mr. Mills every day. He hates me, ever since I came out as gay at school I received mostly good feedback from others. Even my bullies were kinda nice about it. Thank God I live in the twenty first century. But one person didn’t really take It well.

I browsed through his instagram a few times. And while I looked for the perfect photo of him flexing his biceps, showing his abs or anything that would help me for my jerk off session, I found out that he was quite hardcore republican. How a person like this could get into education is beyond me.

As always I finished jerking off while looking at his regular bathroom gym photo. Man, what I would give to fuck him. Why do jerks always have the perfect body?

My phone buzzed. I snapped back into reality. Jack, my friend who is also gay, but not out yet, texted me.

“Hey, are we gonna ditch school tomorrow? I can’t hear any more of that Mills bullshit while we climb the rope”

“We’re gonna be rope climbing? Ah fuck me. He’s gonna be insufferable.”

“My thoughts exactly. So? Are we skipping school?”

“I can’t man. I gotta keep up my attendance after missing so many days thanks to Mr. Mills”

Next day, 2:29 PM

I stood next to the rope, waiting for Jake to finish his turn. Mr. Mills stood below him, screaming. Jake couldn’t get to the top. Mr. Mills told him to get down and screamed at him some more. What an asshole. It was my turn. The bell rang. “Fuck yeah. No more rope climbing for me.” My classmates, me included, turned to head to the lockers.

Mr. Mills: ”González? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Me: ”Sir, the class is over and it’s Friday.”

Mr. Mills: ”The class is over when I say it is over. Get on the fucking rope and stop talking back at me. The rest of you can leave.”

I got close to the rope. I grabbed it and squeezed the rope between my feet. I started pulling myself up and immediately felt the pain of lifting myself. I knew I was weak, I didn’t really need some wannabe teacher slash gym freak to remind me and scream at me what a lazy piece of shit I am. I tried to ignore him. I gave myself a goal to just finish it and leave, but Mr. Mills stood directly below me to comment on my fat ass slowing me down.

I was almost at the top, a wave of happiness swept over me. “Shit, I’m gonna make it!”

And right then I slipped. And instead of locking my feet, I just let go off the rope.

THUD

“I survived. Fuck. I fell from the freaking rope. My head was hurting so hard. My head? But I thought that I fell on my back? Ahhh the pain.”

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the fall. I tried blinking several times and my vision was slowly getting better. I lifted my arm to grab on my head, but as I did it didn’t feel right. I looked at my arm. It was bigger. As in full of muscles.

“What the hell?” I said out loud, but instead of my young squeaky almost too feminine voice a low baritone came out of my throat.

“How the fuck…?!” I looked to my left. There was my body getting up from the ground

Me: ”Mr. Mills?”

Mr. Mills: ”Ah you gotta be fucking kidding me?! Is that you González?”

Me: ”I… Yes. How… How did this happen?” Mr. Mills: ”Does it look like this happens to me a lot?”

Me: ”But… it’s scientifically impossible”

Mr. Mills: ”I bet this was caused by those covid vaccines to make you immigrant fags take over our lives.”

Me: ”Yeah… right. Cause everyone wants to be a stupid republican”

Mr. Mills: ”Shut your mouth or…” he was interrupted by the janitor telling us to leave so he can lock the school. Mr. Mills gave me his car keys and I gave him instructions how to find my locker. We decided to meet each other in his car and to figure out what to do after that.”

After many unsuccessful attempts I found his Chevrolet and entered the passenger’s seat. Few moments later, I realized that I’m gonna be the one driving so I switched seats and got behind the wheel for the first time in my life. His car was amazing, it smelt great and was clean. How should I even drive this thing? I don’t drive a car. I’ll get us into trouble.

I stopped overthinking about the car. “I am in my teachers body. The one who bullied me almost every day. I am an adult male.” I looked into the rearview mirror. “Fuck, I am in one of the hottest man’s body around. And I am wasting it just worrying here. I flexed and squeezed my new biceps. Fuuuck. It’s so huge. I checked if no one else was around and lifted up my shirt.

“Oh my gooood” I slammed my head into the seat. “This is so hot!”

My new abs and pecs now uncovered were the most perfect ones I have ever seen. The ones I jerk off to every night before sleep. And now it’s here. All for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Mills in my body approaching the car. And behind him ran Jake. They entered the car.

I tried to improvise: „Why is your friend here?”

Jake: „Holy shit. So it is true. Mr. Mills would never react so calm. Is that really you in there, Daniel?”

I turned at Mr. Mills who now had a very irritated face. “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out.”

Jake: „I didn’t believe it at first, but Daniel never swears like this. And your vocabulary isn’t exactly rich so I knew really quickly where I heard the phrases before. Damn, I’m good. So? What are we gonna do? We should test it out somehow. Shit, Daniel you should get drunk tonight!”

Mr. Mills: „No! There won’t be no drinking, touching or anything with my body. This is definitely temporary and we will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Me: „If you think so…”

I drove Jake and my body home. Mr. Mills had to give me a speed course of driving, but his muscle memory helped me out way more than I thought. We set up some ground rules. No drinking, no drugs, no permanent changes to our bodies, no photos and no sex. He left the car while saying something about a fag in his body, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I speeded to get to his house asap.

I didn’t really explore the house as much when I arrived. I went straight to where I thought was the bedroom and immediately started taking off my clothes. His black speedo was PACKING and getting tighter every minute, but I really wanted to make this first exploration as perfect as possible. I lifted up the shirt, touching my new hairless and fatless stomach. I flexed and sets of abs appeared. I touched every last one of them. My hand continued up to my new large pecs.

“God damn, Mr. Mills. These are some perfect man titties.” I squeezed them. They looked so tight in all the photos, but when I wasn’t flexing them, they were quite soft. Must be amazing to lay on these. I played with them some more before taking off my shirt and releasing my new hairy pits. I took a long whiff off them. “I smell like a proper MAN now!” I licked it as well, enjoying the salty taste of Mr. Mills’s pits. I looked at myself in the mirror. My new dick was hard as a rock and waited for me to take care of it.

I headed to the shower and turned on a hot water. “Your body is probably not used to a hot water, am I right, Mr. Mills? I bet you are one of those cold water freaks who bathe in the icy waters.” I hated his voice before, but right now as I was controlling it, I began to like it so much.

The water poured all over my large body, from the perfect face, over my massive pecs, hairless abs and right to my beautiful dick. “Nice dick, Mr. Mills!” I said and chuckled over the fact that I just said that.

I suddenly got a mischievous idea. I came out of the shower and texted Jake.

Jake: „I can’t believe I’m doing this. I am just squeezing Mr. Mills’s pecs and touching his abs. Can you believe it, Daniel?”

Me: „It’s wild, right? But I got an idea. Wanna make it more interesting?”

Jake: „Interesting how?”

Me: „Stop touching me you lazy fag” I said in an authoritative voice and Jake moved his hands away from me quickly.

Jake: „Why did you do that? I got scared.”

Me: „I bet you are scared, you little fag. I know you just came over so that you could jerk off you little dick and watch me enjoy myself.”

Jake: „Daniel?”

Me: „Daniel won’t save you right now. You will do as I say. Ok?”

Jake finally caught up to my roleplay scenario and started acting as well. And by the look of his face I knew that he was really into it.

Jake: „Yes, Mr. Mills. I will do whatever you say.”

I sat down on the couch watching. “I want you to admire my body and say how hot I am and how horny it makes you.”

Jake got his hands on MY body and got a bit nervous: „You have sexy abs, Mr. Mills.”

Me: „You think that’s enough? That they are just sexy?”

Jake: „I think they’re the hottest abs I have ever seen”

Me: „How about my biceps. You like them?”

Jake: „They are SO big. I want you to squeeze my head in them. I want to lick your armpit hair. I want to kiss you.”

Me: „That’s a good boy. How about you show me how good you are, you fag?”

I moved his hands over to my new hard crotch.

Jake smiled and licked his lips

I fucking love being in this body.

And I bet Jake’s ass is gonna love this body even more.

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Halloween Tales

New Pet.

Jacob:

So I’ve been staying with my Uncle Mike for a couple of months now.

Originally my mom thought it would be a good idea since I never really had a strong male influence in my life.

And given the fact that I’m not sure what I want to do with my life and my Uncle is a pretty successful guy— I thought it may be a good idea as well.

But I thought this was going to be me learning things like how to change a tire or learning about working for a business.

Turns out I never realized how much I don’t actually like my Uncle Mike.

So far Uncle Mike hasn’t taught me anything. He spends most of his time either going out drinking with his buddies or he’ll come home just to be openly mean to me.

Sometimes he even makes fun of me calling me names like ‘sissy.’

And when he gives a ‘life lesson’ it’s always about how to get girls or this is how a real man acts.

It gets exhausting because I was really hoping I could connect with him. But he’s obviously taken me in because he wanted a roommate to pay for half of his rent.

Which he expects me to pay with my minimum wage job lifeguarding.

And the worst part is that he hates it when I bring my friend Nelson over.

Nelson’s been my best friend for years now and we’ve been inseparable.

But Uncle Mike thinks he’s a a bad influence since Nelson is so open about his sexuality.

He likes to refer to him as flamboyant Nelly.

I don’t know… I guess I’m telling you about this because I’ve done something that may have been worse than anything Uncle Mike has done to me.

At this point, I’m just to scared of the consequences. Because Nelson and I may have taken it too far.

Let me back track—

Last Tuesday 3 days ago:

I just got home from work when Uncle Mike was in the middle of opening a package.

“Hey Uncle Mike”

“Jacob, did you order this?” he says gesturing to the box.

“ Uh no, what is it?”

“Some kind of ring. It looks like some weird thing you would buy.”

“Huh, well I didn’t.”

He starts looking further through the box and found an instruction manual inside.

“Now why would a ring need an instruction manual?”

“Not sure, is it a mood ring?”

“No says it’s magical— I don’t know you want it?”

“Sure,” I was generally curious about it.

“Also, before I forget you need to do something about your little rodent. It’s annoying me.”

He’s referring to my pet hamster Jaxs.

“How come?”

“The little rat keeps running on its wheel and I can’t get any of my work done.”

“Well I can move his cage to my room.”

“No, I was thinking you should get rid of it. Like tomorrow.”

“Uncle Mike! Come on! I’ve had Jax’s for a long time now.”

“I don’t care Jacob! It’s my place and I’m asking for you to get rid of your pest.”

I was so aggravated I couldn’t stand to look at him. How could he make me get rid of Jaxs?

I actually love my hamster. I realize he doesn’t do much but he’s my pet!

But I knew I didn’t have any choice.

So I just said, “Fine!” And I started heading to my room.

“Jacob!”

“What?”

“You forgot about this stupid ring.”

I walk back and take the box from him.

“Thanks. Let me know what you’re making us for dinner.”

I had to bite my tongue. Just another thing on the list of chores he requires me to do when I’m not working.

That and his dry cleaning, washing his car, and taking out the trash. I’m like his personal butler at this point.

I get back to my room and hopped on to my bed. I wanted to leave this place so bad!

But that would require me getting my own place. And I still have to save up more money before that happens.

I laid there thinking about some way I could get away from Uncle Mike. Or at least get back at him.

That’s when I started getting curious about the package he gave me. I mean it say it’s magical.

Maybe I can make a wish for a million bucks or at least a place of my own.

I open up the box and grabbed the instructions.

I started reading through it, I found it odd because it read more like a letter than a manual.

“To whoever receives this ring, please use it with caution. This ring is hundreds of years old and holds a very special power. The individual who wears the ring has the ability to swap bodies with anyone of his/hers choosing. You can either swap yourself with someone or swap 2 individuals of your choosing. It’s very simple, place the ring on your ring finger, think of the swap you want and it will happen. But please remember, swapping lives with someone can cause trouble…”

Huh, not what I was expecting. At the time, I really didn’t believe the ring had any kind of power.

I actually thought it may have been Nelson who was playing a prank on me. So I called him.

“Hey Jacob, what’s up?,” says Nelson on the other end.

“Dude, did you send me a weird package with a ring in it?”

“Nope!”

“Come on, you would tell me if you did right? Like this isn’t some prank you’re trying to pull with a magical ring.”

“Magical ring?,” he starts laughing a little bit.

“No way dude! But sounds interesting, what does this ‘magical ring’ do? Anything to get rid of your horrible uncle?”

“No exactly, it says I can swap bodies with people when I have it on. Weird right?”

“Uh yeah but are you going to try it?”

“With who?”

“Well I doubt that it works but maybe your Uncle?”

“Nelson, hypothetically speaking that still wouldn’t make any sense. He would just be me. And who knows what he could do with my body.”

“Well if we’re talking hypothetical here— what if you became your uncle and then found someone else to swap him with— like a stranger or I don’t know a dog?”

That’s when it hit me. On the off chance any of this was real. I knew what to do.

“Jacob? Are you still there?”

“Yeah I’m here, sorry just thinking…”

“Well I wouldn’t think too hard. You probably just got some weird promotional or something. Maybe for a movie?”

“Yeah sorry I was just curious. Just a little odd I guess.”

“Nah dude you’re all good, wanna hang tomorrow?”

“Yeah I’m down, not sure if you could come here given my Uncle.”

“Ugh, he’s literally the worst person I know. I don’t know how you stand living with him.”

“Yeah me either.”

Nelson and I talked for a little bit longer before we said goodbye.

I got up and started cooking dinner. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get that ring out of my brain.

So I figured the only way I’ll know if it’s real or not is by trying it out.

I’m going to wait until Uncle Mike goes to sleep tonight.

12:00 PM:

It was late enough that I knew Mike had to be asleep by now.

But I figured I should check first— so I crept down the hallway and cracked open his door.

I hear the slight sound of snoring coming from his bedroom.

Perfect!

Then I headed back to my room.

I put the ring on and laid in bed.

I concentrated thinking about the swap I had in mind.

That’s when I look down and saw my hand was glowing.

I started to freak out and bam! Everything went black for a minute.

When I open up my eyes and I looked around the room. It’s Uncle Mikes room!

It actually worked!!

I get out of bed and headed to mine.

I need to make this quick.

In bed all I see is my feet sticking out from the covers.

And I hear the sound of snoring coming from my body.

I tickle my feet to see if I get a reaction only to hear myself snore louder.

I carefully walk over to my body and grab my hand. I gingerly pull off the ring and left my room.

Now I only have one more swap to do…

Wednesday 8:00 AM:

Uncle Mike: 

I open up my eyes and knew something was wrong right away.

My surrounding looked like I was in some kind of a giant cage.

I try to look down at my hands but for some reason my neck couldn’t move that far…

I started to panic but words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

“We’ll look who’s finally up!”

I look up and see….Me! But a GIANT ME!

AHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I tired to run away but I kept running into the caged wall.

“Oh Uncle Mike, you have no where to go! So you might as well stop trying to run. And don’t even think about escaping.”

Uncle Mike?!? Why is my— could that be???

“It’s me Jacob. I’m sure you’re confused right now. But you remember that stupid ring you gave me? Well turns out it was magical after all. And I can’t thank you enough for giving it to me.”

‘Jacob! You little brat! After all of the things I’ve done for you! You give me my body back right now! Do you hear me! I’m not playing with you!’

Jacob:

Gosh, he’s trying his best to say something but all I can hear is squeaking. Poor guy, doesn’t even realize that he can’t talk.

“Sorry Uncle Mike but I don’t speak— what was the word you used yesterday? Oh right! Rodent. So just sit back and relax. Nelson is on the way. I know you don’t like him but he’ll be around a lot more now… So enjoy your water, pellets, and most importantly your wheel!” 

I close up the cage and sat it back to the center of the room. I wanted Uncle Mike to see everything I was doing!

Then the doorbell rings. It must be Nelson.

I go to answer it.

“Jacob?” says Nelson standing at the door.

“In the flesh! Come in!”

Nelson walks in but still looks cautious.

“Hold up, I need you to prove to me this isn’t some elaborate prank.”

“Oh you want proof, we’ll would my Uncle Mike do this?,” I say pulling down my pants and flashing my Uncle’s junk.

“Holy crap! Nooo way your uncle would do that! I’m surprised at how well endowed he is!” staring directly at my crotch.

“You wanna touch it?” I say wagging it back and forth.

“Uhhhh sure!”

Nelson grabs on to it like it’s a new toy.

“You know as much of a d**chebag Mike can be he is still a really attractive guy,” says Nelson playing with it in his hand.

“I wouldn’t say that too loud, he’s in the room right now.”

“Wait… I don’t see your body.”

“I didn’t say he’s in my body.”

Nelson let’s go of my new parts and analyzes the room until he saw the cage.

“Nooooo wayyyy dude! You didn’t!”

“Haha I did!”

“He’s the hamster?!?!”

“Yep!”

He paused for a second and I could tell that he was thinking hard.

“So where’s Jaxs then?”

“My room! He’s been chill, wanna see him?”

“Hell yeah!”

We head to my room and open the door. Inside was Jaxs in my body laying in bed.

“I think the ring somehow gave him rapid intelligence. He’s already figured out a lot so far.” I say to Nelson.

I don’t even think he heard me. He had his eyes glued to my body.

“Wow… this is like a sci-fi movie dude.”

“Right! I figured we can teach him how to be a human and I’d eventually give Uncle Mike’s body.”

“Wait, you have a plan already figured out?”

“Yep! And as awful as it sounds… I don’t know if I’m going to give Uncle Mike his body back. But I figured I could at least put a plan together.”

Nelson had that face he makes every time he’s deep in thought.

“What you thinking?”

“Um Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“Could I try the ring on someone.”

I turned to him and smirked.

“Who are you thinking?”

“My Brother Nathan.”

Part 2 Coming Soon…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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