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"Please don't take over my body! I'm sorry. It was an accident. I'll do whatever you want. Just not my body, please!!!" My soon to be home body, Nicholas said.

"You killed me. I no longer have a body of my own. I refused to go to the Light. Now, I'm taking your body because your soul has karmic holes. I can use the karmic holes related to me to harness your body as my own. Luckily, you're cute despite being a drunk driver."

My ghost body has nearly overtaken his physical one. I start reaching out to check my new package, and I could feel how big it really was. And Nicholas begged in tears, "that's my dick, you can't..."

"Yes, I can and I am. DAMN! you're hiding a mountain cocktail in your pants! My boyfriend will love this!"

"But... I'm not gay." Nicholas thought strongly.

"Don't bother fighting me for control anymore. Or I'll turn you in myself. It's either jail time or ME time. It's your pick." I smirked.

He quit fighting me. And I'm Nicholas now. I went to my boyfriend's place and he opened the door, and Codes asked, "Hi, who are you?"

"Your boyfriend" I quickly popped out my ghosty face from Nicholas's body. And Codes took a step back...

"I thought you died. Well, you clearly did. But how is this even possible, to take his body? Was he the hit and run? If so, damn. Karma is kinda hot."

We took things inside. And this Nicholas dick brought us a new and improved way to enjoy ourselves. Codes measured it for me, and it grew from 3 inches flaccid to 11 inches erect. Shouldn't be possible, but here it is. All for us.

2 weeks later.

Codes proposed to me, "I never want to lose you, again. Marry me, Nicholas. My host started fighting me and internally screaming, "This isn't supposed to be forever, was it? I want my body back!"

Codes put the ring on my finger. And Nicholas went silent. "The ring is enchanted. It allows you to possess any body that wears it, neutralizing any resistance from the host. I even wear the backup. If you ever need it, borrow my body until a suitable cutie is found." And he got hard from the thought of me inside him.

We went to the bedroom. And I was inside him the normal way, moaning about the weather raining deep down his bubble butt.

Codes mentioned in the afterglow, "By the way, both of souls are bonded and compatible with these rings, although I never died. So, it maybe many years before it's power is tested."

"Fuck. Are we immortal now? Maybe immortal adjacent. But still... I wonder what kind of hot body you'd live in one day. Hopefully, a man packing front and back. A model face. Oh, and a big bank account. Maybe a 20 something son of a millionaire..." we slept minutes later.

30 years later.

"I wonder how Nicholas is doing after I finally left that 50 year old body of his..." I remarked.

Codes, now in a college rich guy named David, "Just shut up and kiss me. It wasn't easy putting the ring on your new body. It barely fits, might need it as a necklace. Always keep it close, Blake."

"Cool. I like the sound of Blake. I wanna see us naked, David..." we undressed. And David was bigger than me...

"Sorry, Blake. I bottomed enough in the last life. My turn to be the biggest dick in the relationship." He turned me around and butt fucked me, and this body likes it more than my last. I'm so in love with him. And his taste in selecting hosts for us is so freaking sexy.

Speaking of taste... "Blake, try my cum... or we'll have to find you a new host..." as he slowly moved his hand towards the ring.

'Fine! Just don't touch it..." I drank it from the tap, and he immediately responded, "Good bottom."

"What? I can top too! 6 inches is enough." I said.

"I like our current set up. Me the top. And you're my bottom. In the next life, we can both be verse. But you have a debt to pay for all the topping you did to my past body."

I gulped. He made me pay in full for the next 15 years until we gave these men their bodies back at 35 with the memories of everything we did. They continued dating after we left.

And now, we're both verse and happy inside the total hunks below who were straight sex addicts trying to be each other's wingman. And now, they are for each other.

Happily Sex Ever After.

I've been renting out my body through Swap Shark for extra cash. It pays extremely well. More if people fight over renting me out. It's how I make a living. And yes, most are gay men who want to use and shake my ass on the dance floor. I watch everything they do in the passenger seat.

I was walking into the company building one day, and I felt all the hungry eyes on my body. My boss walked in, and wanted to talk to me in his office.

"Noah, my sexy man of the month. It's actually quite impressive how many in the lobby are asking for your body. I hear you or your body is a hit in the night clubs. A celebrity host if you will. I want to offer you a deal. A permanent swap with me, the CEO of Swap Shark. And you'll have your pick of bodies every weekend. Sounds enticing?"

"Sorry, but not at all sir. I like my body. And it's not for sale. Well, renting has been the exception." As I looked through the window into the lobby.

"Then as an alternative, I will like to rent you out next. I will pay triple what you make now. Consider it a promotion." Boss said.

"What's the catch?" I asked cautiously.

"8 hours Monday through Friday. And Yes, negotiated pay for use on weekends. Just sign here." He handed me a contract. And it looked similar enough to the other ones before. I looked at him a second time, and signed it.

I went home and to bed. I overslept and woke up with 20 minutes until my work started. I brushed, showered quickly, and got there 15 minutes late.

Boss was waiting for me, and like clockwork, he was wearing the helmet and an employee was handing me the second one. The process has always been a little painful. Losing control of my own body is the stuff of nightmares. But it pays too much to let the fear tell me I can't.

My vision went dark for but a moment. My eyelids opened. And boss used to my face to flash a big smile. I felt blood rush to, you know where, and he declared, "I'm Noah and your new boss and the official face of Swap Shark. Let's go make millions using prime experiences like the one I'm living."

Boss went to the bathroom, and played with the dick many have borrowed before him. He flirted with my reflection while dangling my dick, "Thank you for signing the papers. This body is mine... permanently." I was screaming in my mind to be let free. All he felt was a headache with drivers and passengers being mentally separated preventing a unwelcome experience.

"Guess I'm going to need to take an advil or something for this headache. Don't be mad, Noah. You love being controlled, don't you? You kept coming back. A man as beautiful as a super model. It made you a star host everyone wanted to sink their mind and spirits into. Thanks for this monster treat of a package by the way."

He pulled up my pants and patted my bulging dick strained against my pants. It was hurting from being constrained. He let it out and massaged it, holding my balls in my other hand. "I'm going to see what's the hype of Noah on the dance floor is all about. And maybe get laid."

Moving like that, my ass is always sore. And my dick is ravaged by the twink named Rio he's been seeing. He's a cutie, but puts up with Boss here just because my body is hot. I wish I never worked for Swap Shark. The shark part should've been a red flag in hindsight...

3 months later.

Oh no, he's got his twink boyfriend Rio renting himself out. I feel sorry for him. He might end up with the same fate as me if he doesn't stop.

Boss told him, "it's the best feeling. Get paid for doing nothing. Just let go..." As he thrusted into him, he started believing every single word. Love is truly blind when it feels too good.

Another 5 months later. That same twink is now the permanent host body of boss's ex husband. Now boyfriend. Basically, the host body tried breaking up with Boss, and boss used the contract he tricked him into signing during a session of sex. And the police came and forced the possession...now we're both hosts and victims of a broken system. What's worse is the sex on a theater stage people pay to watch us have sex for 3 hours. The audience? All hot and cuties. Probably the community of Swap Shark. Couples even took turns being on it next to us...having even more sex being surrounded by fellow super model studs.

Boss said, "fuck I ran out of cum rocket fuel..." and the new twink Rio said, "no problem, boss. I got your ass covered." he winked.

This is my life now. At least it feels good sometimes. Not happy about being a passenger in it. I'll just keep giving boss headaches. That's the least I can attempt.

(A requested story)

In the public restroom, I was taking a leak in a urinal. A straight frat bro went to my left to take a leak too. Out of nowhere he flips out, "Did you look at my dick?" He demanded to know in a panic.

"No. I always keep to myself? Just maybe you should do the same." The frat bro's face goes red. He stormed out without even washing his hands.

Then in the middle of the night at 1:00 AM, I was abducted from my college dorm room. Tied up and my mouth covered. I awoke to Frat bros doing some sort of hazing ritual.

The frat leader walked in and declared my reason for being here, "I am Simon the wizard and tonight my fellow straight bros, you will be tested against the mental might of a single gay man's pride. Our newest and definingly straight frat member Clay will do the honors of trying to overpower his will within his own body."

Clay walked in, "Don't worry, Simon. He's no match for my masculinity and and my mind to body connection."

The wizard Simon just threw my consciousness, my soul into Clay's body. I looked down and said, "fuck, this twunk is ripped." And I felt the new package harden...

Clay himself felt great rage against me, "This is my body! Get out, I'm better than this gay guy!!!"

The wizard Simon gave some advice, "True pride is not thinking you're better or about arrogance. It's about self certainty in your own capabilities."

And I responded using Clay's voice, "I think I'm feeling pretty capable." I just relaxed and moved my body, while Clay's mind sunk like quicksand into a sleepy coma.

Simon smiled and flirted, "yeah, indeed you are pretty and nearly one of us. We are all gays in possession of super straight men. Clay needed his straight body filled with a gay spirit like yourself. Welcome to the club, Clay!" He winked at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Later, Simon asked me out on a date. I said "Yes, I would love to fu- I mean go on a date with you!"

"Since you're so horny, Clay... let me show something the frat did last week. But promise to save yourself for me later. Here..."

Simon explained, "This was the last possession ritual before yours. We called him Bubble Butt Brian when he started moaning by our obsessive touching of his ass. It was a virgin straight ass until that day."

I covered my dick. It was fully hard, but haven't the time to see it in it's full glory yet. I pulled my jeans away from my waist and it must be around 7 inches and 6 inches of pure girth...

Simon watched me, "Remember no jacking off. I want to be your first sexy experience in your new life." He licked his lips and grabbed ahold on my dick and added pressure to his grip. "Just hold on until after we eat. Fucking while hungry could reduce pleasure. Now, let's go do our date in the arcade."

I saw him having fun, but secretly I think he was trying to turn me on at every turn by acting promiscuous in regards to showing off his body to me. He looked at me with an enchanted aura in his eyes, "How do I look? Hot enough to ride a different bike?" He laughed in a quiet manner.

We had a awesome date. Did everything we wanted until we got back to the frat house. And while we were still in the car...

He put curtains around the windows. He kissed me. Putting his hand down my jeans and used the other to put the seat all the way back. Breathtaking and breathless soon after. He rode my new dick for the first time. Right after which, I rode his 9 inch dick, in which moments my heart was his prisoner and him, my warden.

We announced to the frat of our decision to become a couple. But we still have to pretend to be our straight hosts as to not arouse suspicion. They're giving me training on how to be Clay the Frat bro.

1 week later.

Simon instructing me, "Say what we taught you."

"Dude. What the fuck. Get off my dick. I'm not about that, bro!"

Simon looked proud, "You're ready. Help the frat with our next straight frat bro when the time arrives." We finally went on another date night out, and man did I look like a catch- Maybe a little gay, but pink is just a color, not a sexuality. (Fun fact. In the early 20th century, blue was originally for girls, and pink for boys. But cultural changes happened)

Ready for my date with Simon. He says I need to loosen up and just have fun. Can't help but be gay and a perfectionist. People are starting to ask questions because I keep checking out Simon in public. He likes to punish me during sexy time for my incompetence.

Tired of your perfect life? Tired of every girl at university wanting to spend a night with you? Do you want to be an ordinary person for just one day? Or how about an even better, a friendless nerd with nothing to do but have the day to yourself? Well, SWAP APP is here, the app that fulfills all your dreams… even the darkest and most twisted ones you have inside, like being dominated by your own body, like the pathetic nerd you always wanted to be? You can read more here in my new story

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Tired of your perfect life? Tired of every girl at university wanting to spend a night with you? Do you want to be an ordinary person for just one day? Or how about an even better, a friendless nerd with nothing to do but have the day to yourself? Well, SWAP APP is here, the app that fulfills all your dreams… even the darkest and most twisted ones you have inside, like being dominated by your own body, like the pathetic nerd you always wanted to be? You can read more here in my new story

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Well, Matt.  Looks like you shouldn’t have been such a fucking dickhead because now I own you, and your dickhead.  Fuck, it was so hot hearing a big bully and straight boy stud crying like a little girl as I pushed my nerdy and scrawny body inside you.  Damn, I love the power and control.  Just look at me, I’m twisting your normally stoic face into one of vanity and domination.  And look at that nice torso.  I’m gonna be getting so many guys with a body like this. 

Holy shit I’m getting hard just thinking about all this overwhelming awesomeness.  Mmmmmmm yeah, Matt- time for me to blow my first load with your cock and balls.  I hope you shoot far because I’m gonna try to shoot some of your cum directly into your mouth so I can make you taste your own juices.

(NSFW version available on www.mastergreyswaps.com)

Derrick hacia su rutina diaria de trabajo como leñador, lamentablemente había un ser alienígena que llevaba días atrapado en la Tierra y buscaba un método de ser libre para andar.

El ser alienígena al ver a Derrick, supo que no había otra oportunidad más, entonces se apareció frente a Derrick quién por el susto no pudo moverse, el alien lo inmovilizo y aprovecho para introducirse dentro de él.

El alien al instante, obtuvo todas las memorias y habilidades de Derrick, por lo que debía actuar normal como el lo haría y termino su trabajo.

Ya en casa con un poco más de privacidad, el alien pudo conocer un poco mejor su nuevo e increíble cuerpo.

El alien no podía dejar de admirarse, hizo una transición exitosamente sexy.

Finalmente como Derrick, el alienígena pudo ser feliz, andar entre los otros seres humanos con una apariencia normal, ya era completamente libre de caminar y vivir una nueva vida.

El alienígena al robarse los conocimientos de Derrick, se enteró que existe un ciclo de vida para los seres humanos y existe el momento que toca reproducirse. Posiblemente sea momento de reproducir su propia especie, el alienígena ya alteró el código genético de Herrick y ahora podía procrear incluso con hombres.

Hi everyone! As those of you who have been following me for a while know (and who's not. Hi, my name it's StarBoy), I love creating themed stories around events throughout the year, whether they're holidays or celebrations like Halloween, Christmas, etc. So, with summer just around the corner, why not celebrate these months of sun, water, and sand in the best way possible?

I'll be posting themed stories about the holidays. I hope you enjoy them and are as excited as I am! I'll be a bit more consistent with my writing, although some will be shorter, caption-style stories, but there will be a TON of updates, haha ​​(I have way too many photos saved xd).

Other special series like Haunted, Slipped, and others will continue as usual. I learned the hard way that trying to coordinate them with the time of year is a bit of a risky move, and I don't want to do it again, haha. So, my series will develop in their own time/space (most of them) to avoid complications.

I hope you enjoy the surprises, themes, writings, and other narratives I have prepared for you! I feel like summer, vacations, resorts, spas, water parks, the beach, and more, provide tons of content to write from (don't let on that I'm excited). Anyway, that's all I wanted to share before kicking off this "Possessed Summer".

If you have any ideas for this time of year, or any particular requests (like body swapping, possessing someone, or using any of the "services" such as CORPUS.inc), I'd be more than happy to hear them! Thank you so much for all your support; it's fantastic to have you as a community. Thank you so much. Enjoy!

Jamie was a gamer who had a million followers. One night, Jamie found a magic lamp on my way home from a late night grocery shopping and took it home. Thinking it was just a joke, he playfully rubbed the lamp.

Jamie became shocked when smoke came out from the lamp and a genie appeared in front of me. "Hello, master. You have released me from the lamp and I am now in your debt, where I'll grant you three wishes."

"Wait what? Why just three?" Jamie, confused, asked. He says, "It has always been the rules of nature, master. What do you wish for, master?"

Immediately, an idea came to mind. "I might have an idea. But I need to put you back inside the lamp first."

An hour later...

Jamie arrived in front of his bully, Suj's apartment. When he looked through Suj's apartment window on the first floor, he was only in his shorts that shows his huge bulge in the bathroom taking selfies, giving him a slight hard on.

Suj was Jamie's bully in high school and had tortured him. He was the stereotypical jock who's popular with the girls. He had made his life a living hell after he found out Jamie was gay. Even then, he had a huge ass crush on him until now.

Then one Jamie snuck inside his apartment, he took out the lamp, rubbed it and commanded the genie.

"Genie I wish you free from this lamp and for you to pull his soul out from his own body and destroy it."

"Wish granted master," the genie answered, and then flew over to where Suj's bathroom is.

When Suj saw the genie, he was only able to scream out, "What the fuck?!!" before the genie made his soul, in bead form, to travel up his throat.

Suj tried hard to fight hard to prevent his soul from leaving his body, but Jamie, taking the opportunity, immediately went inside and jacked him off, thinking it would work and it did.

Turns out it was quicker as he opened his mouth from the jacking off to moan and his soul ended up flying out of his mouth, causing Suj's body to fall to the ground.

The moment the soul left his body, it exploded, effectively killing the real Suj.

Then, Jamie put him on the sofa all naked and his underwear still down from Jami jacking him off and said to the genie, "Genie for my final wish I want you to possess him and I will help you to live your brand new lease on life."

"Granted." The genie then turned into smoke with his magic and flew into Suj's mouth, causing it to convulse violently. He lulled his head back on the pillows as I can see the genie travel through Suj's body, and he arched his back too and cum flew out of his cock due to the forced entry.

Seeing this I was incredibly turned on, both by his hot ass and muscles, but also by the scene playing out before me.

A few minutes later, the genie, now Suj, lifted his arms to touch his new body. "Thank you, master. You're truly my savior for freeing me from the lamp."

"No matter, now--" Suddenly, the genie walked towards me and held me tight. "What the-? What are you--?"

The genie suddenly gave an evil grin. "Hehehe... thank you human... thanks to you, I'm now free to take over the world..." He then used his magic to snap Jamie's neck, killing him.

"Stupid human... you probably shouldn't take a lamp home without caution hahahaha... Well I've got to thank you, Jamie, for giving me this body."

He then used magic to control Jamie's body with a small piece of himself, splitting his soul in two and throws it into Jamie's body, giving him full control of two bodies.

He then took off Jamie's clothes and pushed him into the same sofa. "Well now then, 'Jamie'... why don't we fuck before we take over the world hehehe..."

Why am I in your Boyfriend?

"Why am I in your boyfriend? Hannah, this is really weird. You didn't forget I'm gay, right?"

She retorted, "Of course not, I want you to slay and be fully gay in that cheating asshole. Speaking of which, feel free to use his bubble butt. It's never been used."

"Oh... Well. My body... is nobody in it? Won't it die without a soul or something?"

She looked shocked, "I didn't think about that."

"Well, I'm not dying to leave this body now... so I'm going to let you guys be. And I'll go and be a gay version of Austin. I expect you'll help me later with the bank account and life details later, right?"

She nodded with a face of guilt.

But this body is a big hit down at the gay club. Austin even looks gay. That really helps me attract long lines of men and stares.

This face is so pretty. And the piercing eyes.

Fucking Austin Lucons is packing a big dick. I didn't think to check it out until I was about to get down and dirty with a stud. Must be 8.5 inches long if I had to guess.

He was moaning in ecstasy. Men are going to talk about receiving my dick in the hole like it's some kind a legend. Until it actually becomes one.

Perhaps, as a cosmic joke, after the next few months, some mystical force granted my dick a strange new power.

In a dream I had I was told, "In every generation, one person at a time. One dick. Becomes the Fountain of Youth. Only transferred when the last owner dies. You are the new Fountain of Youth. You may taste it, share it, or conceal its power."

Out of curiosity, I tested it on some 29 year old twink, and he moaned like constant shockwave blasts and chills ran him through. His hair grew thicker. More energy. More of a sex drive like he being horny for his first time.

I used it on every cutie I liked. Word got around. And I liked how everyone wanted me. It was intoxicating.

But then some men in black suits showed up. Threw me in a van, and I'm being drained every hour and my cum is being placed in bottles, probably for the ultra wealthy and powerful.

Austin's body was supposed to be a blessing, not a curse in disguise. That witchy friend of mine better save me somehow. Putting me in her boyfriend, and now this...

I'm a fucking cumming life battery... they could keep me doing this for thousands of years if they force feed me my own... cum. I was drained like a cow for 3 weeks.

I was barely awake when Hannah showed, "hey, bestie. How you slaying the dragon? I might have slayed about 150 agents on the way in here. I combined them into a giant ball of blood, and left it outside. They're probably scared. Governments might hate magic, but they fear it more."

She turned a door into a portal, and dragged me through it after she grabbed a jar of my magic cum...

She sat me down, and offered a deal. "You need protection. I'll gladly give it. But I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Remember I'm gay?" I said confused.

"Right. I forgot to add, I'll let you pick who my new body will be. Any man, and we'll be a gay couple."

"Kinda strange, but alright. Let's try."

1 week later.

"You have great taste in men's bodies." My new boyfriend Matt said.

And we flip fucked. Despite my 8.5 inch dick having magic, his is much larger, at 10.8 inches long, and 6 inches girth. Now, this is the stuff of legends in bed.

"Please go slower." I said as Matt trusted inside me.

"You don't go slow when you're inside me... fair is fair as love is love. Don't you want me to love you at full speed?"

I choked on my words, "uh of course, I do. Pound me into oblivion. And feed me my own cum to restore my vitality if you must."

Matt erected his dick to full size in seconds. And was focused on doing just that. Sending me into a place between oblivion and ecstasy.

We were going to live forever. My dick and Matt's powers. No contest.

Body Possession Law

Possessing the body of a large scale celebrity is strictly prohibited. Doing so will incur the wrath of the Free Spirit Council. And the loss of Possession Powers.

I didn't think I'd get caught. It was only going to be one weekend as Shawn. I don't know how they knew, but now I'm facing the loss of powers, and the body I'll reside in will be up to the judge.

I asked my lawyer from the Free Spirit Council, "What's going to happen to me?"

"The council concerns itself with the protections of those with possession powers. Possessing and leaving famous people poses a risk to the exposure of our kind. You will likely either stay as Shawn in the passenger seat or be forced to live inside any body the Council decides is appropriate. Driver or passenger in chosen body is also up to the court."

"Can't I run and hide? How do I overcome this?" I was freaking out.

The Lawyer stood up from the seat, "I'd advise against you running. It is pointless, they have Seers on the council. They will always find you. Just accept your fate."

"You suck. You're a terrible lawyer!" I yelled. And sat back down as the lawyer left Shawn's house.

I just wait, for my mind to be taken to a psychic plane of existence while Shawn will regain control until I'm sent back or into another. I don't know...

"Fuck!" I whispered. My head was pounding, my heartbeat speeding up. They're ripping my soul out! "No. Please! Have mercy."

The space around my spiritual body was dark. Nothing. Until flames appeared out of nowhere and started circling me.

The voice of a ruling judge spoke with reverence, "Mercy? You knew the rules. You broke the rules. What is there to say?"

"Umm... I won't do it again! It was only going to be for a weekend. I never even got to do anything fun. You immediately interrupted. Kind of unfair to be punished over doing nothing!"

The judge caused the flames encircled around me to compress closer. "Don't make this court burn your away powers. Those flames can cleanse your being of the excess energies you have abused."

I gulped in fear. I curled into a ball, trying to avoid the flames. "Your honor? I beg you. Have mercy..."

The mysterious judge declared, "Mercy? Where was the mercy for your host known as Shawn Mendes? You didn't even bother to put into induced sleep. He experienced your control of his body, the entire time. I call Shawn's spirit to the stand."

Shawn quickly got the gist after intial panic, "I am furious, your honor. I had no control. No way to cope, but to hope for something or someone to free me from being in the passenger seat of my own body. I want justice. I want my intruder punished. And I want to feel protected from this happening again."

The judge stared right into my soul literally, "I think it's clear what my sentence will be here. Your powers of possession will be transferred into the soul of Shawn Mendes. Your consciousness will reside in the passenger seat powerless to any activity. It's up to Shawn to use the power more wisely than you ever did."

I screamed, "Noooooo! Wait! I can change. I'll stick to boring bodies. Nooooooooo!"

The judge slammed the hammer of divine punishment and the flames squeezed my power from me. Given to Shawn, I saw him smile and wink at me, but it felt like burning rage.

I was completely fucked.

The judge exclaimed, "THIS COURT IS ADJOURNED!" Waves of energy pushed us away back to Shawn's body.

Shawn's back in control. And he's laughing feeling relieved, "You must be an idiot. You could've lived forever if you avoided possession of my celebrity life, but no you had to let your or I guess my dick control your decisions. Thankfully I got all the power now."

5 months later.

He wanted to explore his bi curiosity. And wanted to try his new power, without risking his body's reputation as straight.

"If I let you body sit, you won't leave the house with my body, right?" Shawn asked me.

I said, "I'd be a fool to upset you. I won't do anything you wouldn't do. Promise."

He invited over a friend, and learned to use the possession powers. He explored his new self in the bathroom while I sat in his bed, staring down the dick I've been wanting to play with for a while.

I started jacking it off. And massaging it real slow. But Shawn came in the room. And I gulped in anticipation of his wrath.

He used his borrowed body, "Maybe I should top my own body as practice for this body later."

I got into frog pose, and fuck, this ass feels so good, sliding front and back into Shawn's borrowed dick.

He then left for hours and didn't get home until tomorrow morning. He woke me up by reclaiming his body. The former host body of his was sleeping on the bed. I wish I could possess it, but no longer an option.

Turns out, he met a gay guy and they're experimenting later. At least, I get to watch.

"Hey, when can I body sit again?" I asked from the back of his mind.

"How about never? Maybe ask again never. This is my body. I wish that you would leave me alone."

They were having the best sex. I felt everything he did. And was grasping for the pent up release into his bubble butt. Things went dark for me.

Oh no. He's using the instinctual skill to put my consciousness into a coma.

1 year later.

"Shawn?? Hello? Are you here?" I woke up because he wasn't in his body.

I found detailed notes. He went on a backpacking trip in Europe. Exploring life from different men's bodies. "Take good care of my body or else, and don't think, or else what? Okay. Be safe. Use condoms."

Oh. I will be having fun tonight.

I was finally going to have fun. I unintentionally came out as gay when I was kissing a man in public on camera. But most people were supportive. A random number texted me, "Really dude? I was on the down low. Whatevs."

Shawn for a couple years returned to his body on holidays, concert tours, and his birthday.

He has become addicted to living lives outside his own. A true body possessor now.

Until he returned in the body of Alex, a famous TikToker with a pretty voice.

"Shawn, how famous would you say he is?"

"Not as famous as me... oh wait. The council. They'll let me off with a warning?"

The supernatural judge returns in his mortal host body to confront the two for a teaching moment... after the council decided the rules need changing. "Famous people are more common now. So, the ancient rule is overturned. Might have been silly in hindsight. No need to worry."

I was given possession powers again. Provided that I work for the council when they rewrite the whole book on body possession law.

The Judge with no name, "The council decided times have changed. The council has new plans. Total world domination from the shadows as an alternative to hiding from it."

Shawn became himself again. I took Alex's body for the time being. And we actually hooked up. And the judge's host body was also horny, so yeah, he took part. Without a body, he was a arrogant voice, but he's so hot right now. Despite sounding like a super villain, he made a great verse bottom.

Fuck. It's too bad the real Alex is straight. I love my new face. Wonder if Shawn would consider a duet in the shower.

It's like a whole new universe.

Perspectiva de Gilberto:

Después de esa noche… todo se sentía extraño.

Rubén y yo intentamos actuar con normalidad, como si nada hubiera pasado. Nuestra conversación fue casual, ligera incluso, pero para mí era imposible ignorarlo. Había cruzado una línea con alguien que, en realidad, era mi alumno.

Acordamos, sin decirlo explícitamente, mantenerlo en secreto. Especialmente de Pedro.

Desayunamos en silencio relativo, hasta que notamos un mensaje en el celular: Pedro ya estaba en casa. O al menos, eso decía.

Cuando llegamos a mi departamento, le pedí a Rubén que mantuviéramos la misma versión:

—Diremos que nos quedamos viendo películas de cine de autor y planeando clases.

Rubén asintió.

Al entrar, encontramos a Pedro aún con la ropa de la noche anterior. Nos saludó con normalidad.

—¿Cómo te fue con Alfredo? —pregunté.

—Bien —respondió, demasiado rápido.

Fue una respuesta simple… pero su expresión decía otra cosa. Estaba ocultando algo.

Curiosamente, tampoco mostró interés en preguntarnos demasiado por nuestra noche.

Cuando lo hizo, repetimos la excusa que habíamos acordado.

Películas. Planeaciones. Nada más.

Mientras lo decía, no pude evitar sentirme hipócrita.

Yo también le estaba ocultando cosas.

Dos, para ser exactos:

haber usado Grindr… y lo que pasó con Rubén.

Ese domingo por la noche, Pedro y yo acordamos algo práctico: durante el resto del intercambio, sería mejor que permaneciéramos en mi departamento. Así podríamos apoyarnos mutuamente y evitar sospechas, sobre todo porque sus padres no estaban en casa.

Aun así, no podía dejar de pensar en lo que Pedro ocultaba sobre su cita con Alfredo.

Y eso me frustraba… porque yo hacía exactamente lo mismo.

La situación ya era lo suficientemente absurda: dos personas en cuerpos ajenos, viviendo vidas que no les pertenecían.

Pero lo que vino después lo hizo aún más extraño.

Dormiríamos en la misma cama.

Mi departamento tenía un sofá cama perfectamente funcional, pero Pedro insistió:

—Es tu cama… y tu departamento. Además, me estás salvando la vida.

No era para tanto, pero no discutí.

Aun así, no esperaba esa propuesta.

Todo esto se volvía cada vez más raro.

A las diez de la noche le dije:

—Deberíamos dormir. Mañana es lunes.

Nos preparamos para acostarnos.

—Yo suelo dormir en bóxers… ¿no te molesta? —dijo Pedro con total naturalidad.

—No, para nada —respondí, intentando sonar igual de tranquilo—. A veces yo también lo hago.

Nos acomodamos en la cama.

Pero el sueño no llegaba.

Comenzamos a hablar… de cosas personales, superficiales al principio, pero poco a poco más profundas.

Aun así, era evidente:

ambos estábamos ocultando algo.

Eventualmente, el cansancio nos venció.

La alarma sonó demasiado pronto.

Nos habíamos quedado dormidos.

Ninguno quería levantarse.

Pero no teníamos opción.

Era lunes.

Y teníamos que seguir interpretando nuestros nuevos roles:

maestro y alumno.

Perspectiva de Pedro:

Cuando llegamos a la universidad, no podía quitarme de la cabeza todo lo que había pasado con Alfredo.

Seguía intentando procesarlo.

Toda mi vida me consideré heterosexual. Nunca me había cuestionado realmente mi orientación, pero después de aquella noche… algo había cambiado. O al menos despertado cierta curiosidad que antes no existía.

Y eso me confundía más de lo que quería admitir.

Por supuesto, no pensaba contarle nada a Gilberto ni a Rubén. Mucho menos a Gilberto. Después de conocer un poco de la historia que tuvo con Alfredo, sentía que aquello podía arruinar todavía más la relación entre nosotros.

Además, tenía otro problema encima: debía dar clases en el cuerpo de Gilberto.

Y eso me aterraba.

Más allá de ser el típico profesor serio y estricto, Gilberto era respetado por los demás maestros y colegas de la universidad. Todos lo conocían como alguien preparado y profesional.

Yo apenas podía fingir seguridad.

Cuando llegamos a la entrada de la universidad, ambos tuvimos que actuar con discreción. Habría sido extraño que un alumno llegara junto a su profesor como si fueran amigos cercanos.

Así que nos separamos inmediatamente.

Cada uno tomó su camino.

Yo debía interpretar el papel de Gilberto frente a sus alumnos.

Y Gilberto, ahora en mi cuerpo, tenía que volver a ser un estudiante universitario.

Las clases apenas iban a comenzar… y ya sentía que todo podía salir mal.

Look at that smile...

Salvator was the hottest guy I'd ever laid eyes on. Platinum face card, banging body, can you blame me for sneaking a peek at him in the gym locker room? And that was how I found out he had one of the smallest dicks I'd seen on a man.

I thought he'd be angry at me for peeping, but he actually seemed relieved to let someone in on his secret and even admitted something to me: he was a virgin!

I was shocked– the guy was sex on legs. Even I'd managed to get my dick wet once or twice, and I wasn't much of a looker. But it turned out he was so ashamed of the size of his penis that he'd never let anyone near it, resigning himself to a lonely existence of being the big man in the streets while rubbing himself off with a pillow between the sheets.

He had the face of a movie star and the body of a supermodel and he still wasn't happy, just because he didn't have the cock of a porn star to match. In a way, I felt sorry for him, because that's one hell of an insecurity. But mostly I thought that he was the dumbest man on earth to be so gifted and complain about the one thing he didn't have.

(And also like... hadn't the guy ever heard of bottoming?)

So I offered him a deal: I'd do a little trade with him and take his tiny pecker and give him my own, leaving him with the thick nine incher of his dreams. However, I would get it back for three days a month... along with everything attached to it.

Long story short, Salvator is having a LOT more sex these days, so I suppose I can say "you're welcome" to the men and women of this great city for unleashing such a gift upon them. And as for me? I take a long weekend off of work at the end of every month for a lovely beachside vacation where I can reconnect with my old package, along with Salvator's chiseled abs and fat ass.

I'm having a lot more sex these days too.

A happy ending all around, although I can't help but feel like I got the better end of the deal; he only gets one part of me, whereas I'm getting to take advantage of all of him. Imagine giving up all of that up just because it didn't have a few inches more on between the legs!

I suppose I can't talk though... after all, I get to have it all.

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Invaders

— Whoa... Nice pecs, huh, human? – Francis murmured with a mocking smile, flexing his arms and bouncing his thick pecs as he grinned while the water cascaded down his back, soaking him completely. The sensation was so damn delicious. He was captivated by every second of this "ritual" in the bathroom, letting the drops run against his skin, the flow of water cascading over his chest, falling directly onto his abs before reaching his manhood, his strong legs with those enormous, smelly feet that seemed impossible to rid of, even with shower after shower. He was so focused on all of this, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from something important in the bathroom: the soap.

— Or what? Is something bothering you? – The "guy" chuckled again, finally taking the bar of soap and lathering it all over his body, those armpits heavy with his putrid stench, his tool, making sure to scrub well, even between his buttocks, "just in case". When he finished, he held the bar in front of his hand, squeezing it and letting the lather run to the floor – I mean, it's not like there's much else you can do.

The dark-skinned guy chuckled again, finally setting the object aside. Inside it, was the real Francis, screaming in panic, unheard by anyone, completely terrified and not quite understanding what was happening. The only thing he could "understand", if anything, was how his body was acting like a pervert under the control of someone else, or rather, something.

Francis had decided to take a shower late at midnight. His body ached with a satisfying feeling after his workout, and he wanted to wash away the sweaty gym sock smell. He turned on the water, leaving the window open. Perhaps he was being a little... arrogant with himself. He imagined some curious or unsuspecting neighbor might catch him bathing, his body in its full glory. But the fool hadn't noticed something enter the room with him – a kind of rubbery figure that clung to the soap just as he picked it up to lather up.

The creature hid perfectly, and as soon as the soap touched his skin, it slid upwards towards his mouth. The movement was so fast that Francis couldn't do anything but gasp in confusion. As soon as that thing slid deeper into his throat, he let out a guttural groan. His eyes rolled back, his expression became confused, as if he wanted to vomit. His body began to spasm, moving from side to side until something else emerged from his throat. It was also a gummy substance, like jelly or slime, but it looked… luminous, as if it were energy. Francis stuck his tongue out further, still in a catatonic state, and that source of light fell against the bar of soap, melting into one.

When the initial chaos of the situation finally subsided, a mocking smile appeared on the dark-haired man's face.

— Woah! What a nice body, huh? – He moved his hands to his chest and squeezed it carelessly, as if his pecs were a stress ball he was frantically pressing over and over again – Damn, and I thought this whole mission to Earth was a waste of time, mffhhh!

His fingers found his areolas, twisting them with a gasp, his tongue lolling out.

— Oh holy shit! – he let out an almost hysterical laugh, his expression completely idiotic, as if all that lustful energy was too much for him to handle for the first time.

It turned out that "the thing" that had entered through the bathroom window was some kind of extraterrestrial being that was part of an expedition to Earth. And although their race was far more skilled and intelligent than ours, they had a huge weakness: their anatomy- Too soft and delicate to survive the harsh world that was our planet. So… the only solution was to occupy a larger, more robust body, and unfortunately for Francis, he had been in the right place.

— MFHHH! Shit, yes – the guy kept going like a madman, checking every inch of his body, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sticking his tongue out as if he wanted to take “measurements”, slapping his buttocks a couple of times, until his gaze dropped to the obelisk that stood there, imposing.

He was about to pick up that great tool when he sensed what seemed to be mental waves, trying to trace their origin, noticing the bar of soap on the ground; the consciousness of the real Francis was there.

— Oh, hello. You don’t mind if I give you a show of how I use your body, do you? – He smiled – You better get comfortable, this is going to get good.

To be continued.

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Matthias's POV

The turntables hummed under my fingertips, the bass vibrating through my chest like a second heartbeat. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the rhythm, imagining a crowd screaming my name instead of the empty bedroom walls surrounding me. The dream was so close I could taste it—the flashing lights, the sweat-slicked bodies moving as one, the freedom of making music my life instead of just my escape. But the rent was due in two weeks, and my last gig had barely covered groceries.

I needed time. Just a few months to grind, to network, to prove I could make this work. But the numbers didn’t lie—I was short. Way short.

Granddad’s house smelled like old leather and pipe tobacco, the same as it had since I was a kid. He sat in his armchair, the newspaper spread across his lap like a shield. I took a deep breath and just said it.

"I need a loan."

His eyebrows shot up. "For what?"

"To go full-time as a DJ. Just enough to cover my expenses for a few months while I—"

"You’re still on that?" He scoffed, folding the paper shut. "You need a real career, son. Not some fantasy."

"It’s not a fantasy. I just need a little runway."

He leaned back, studying me like I was a puzzle he’d given up on solving years ago. "You know, if you’d just straighten up—in more ways than one—I might be inclined to help."

There it was. The same old song. My jaw tightened. "We’ve been over this. I’m not ‘choosing’ anything. This is who I am."

"Everything’s a choice," he said, waving a hand like he was swatting away a fly. "Discipline. Self-control."

A reckless idea flickered in my mind. I’d been messing around with that old spell book I found at a thrift store—mostly harmless stuff, little charms for luck or focus. But there was one page I’d dog-eared, half as a joke.

"Okay," I said, crossing my arms. "You really think it’s that easy? That you could just ‘choose’ differently?"

"Of course."

"Then prove it." I pulled the book from my bag, its cracked leather binding creaking as I flipped to the marked page. "One month. You live my life, in my body, and if you can make it through without hooking up with a guy, I’ll drop the DJ thing. But if you can’t… you give me the money. No strings."

He laughed, a dry, dismissive sound. "You’re not serious."

"Dead serious."

His eyes flicked to the book, then back to me. "You expect me to believe in magic now?"

I didn’t answer. Just traced the symbols on the page, the words foreign but familiar on my tongue. The air between us thickened, charged like the moment before a storm breaks.

Then Granddad’s face went slack. His fingers twitched.

And just like that—we weren’t ourselves anymore.

He looked down at his hands—my hands—and his breath hitched. "What the hell did you just do?"

I grinned, flexing his old, arthritic fingers. "Let’s see how easy it is now."

Granddad—now in my body—ran his hands over his (my) arms, tracing the tattoos he’d always scoffed at. He flexed his fingers, rolled his shoulders, and for a second, I saw a flicker of excitement in his eyes. Being young again, even in a body he didn’t approve of, was clearly intoxicating.

"You’re on," he said, smirking with my face.

I tossed him my keys. "Go live my life. Try not to freak out too much when you see my bank account."

He scoffed but didn’t argue, heading out the door.

---

I sent him back to my apartment, where Morgan would be waiting. That was my ace in the hole. Morgan was gorgeous—tall, lean, cropped dark haircut, with this effortless charm that made everyone fall for him. And the chemistry between us? Electric. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. There was no way Granddad, no matter how stubborn, could resist.

Still, I couldn’t tell Morgan what was happening. How do you explain to your boyfriend that your seventy-year-old homophobic grandfather is currently inhabiting your body? He’d never believe me—and even if he did, he wouldn’t want to touch me knowing it wasn’t really me in there. No, this had to play out naturally.

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Day 1:

I got a text from my own number:

"You didn’t tell me he was here."

I smirked. "Surprise."

"This is cheating."

"Nope. Just reality."

Morgan was affectionate, always kissing my neck while I cooked, pulling me into bed at night. Granddad was going to have to navigate all of that. And I knew Morgan wouldn’t push if I (well, he) seemed off—but he wouldn’t just ignore me either.

By day three, the texts got terser.

"He keeps touching me."

"Yeah, that’s what boyfriends do."

"It’s inappropriate."

"You’re in a relationship. That’s how it works."

A pause. Then:

"He’s… very good looking."

I grinned. "Told you."

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Day 4

My Instagram notifications were blowing up.

Granddad—my Granddad—had posted a selfie.

My jaw dropped.

There he was, in my body, wearing one of my favorite jackets, showing off my tattoos, and wait … had he gotten a NOSE RING?

The caption? "Feeling fresh."

I choked on my coffee. How the hell did he even figure out how to use Instagram?!

Scrolling through the comments was surreal:

"Damn, looking good!" —Morgan "Since when do you post selfies?" —my friend Jake "🔥🔥🔥" —some rando

The outfit wasn’t gay gay—he could still pass for some artsy straight guy if you squinted—but the posture, the confidence… Oh, he was feeling himself. He was definitely going to lose.

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Day 10

Another Instagram post.

This time, he was wearing Morgan’s leather jacket. Morgan’s. The one I always said smelled like him. The caption? "Borrowed something nice."

The comments were a mess.

"Since when do you two share clothes?" —Jake again "You’d better give that back." —Morgan, with a winky face

I texted Granddad: "You’re flirting."

"No I’m not."

"You literally are."

A pause. Then:

"It’s just clothes."

"It’s Morgan’s clothes."

No reply.

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Day 12

I got a late-night text from my grandfather—or rather, from my phone, with my face attached to the message.

"I stopped pushing him away."

I blinked. "What?"

"Morgan. When he tries to… cuddle. At night."

I could feel the reluctant admission in his words, like he was forcing them out through gritted teeth. A slow grin spread across my face.

"And?"

"And nothing. It’s just… comfortable."

"Uh-huh."

"Don’t make it weird."

"You’re the one cuddling my boyfriend."

He didn’t respond.

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Day 16

This time, it was a photo.

My breath caught.

There, in the golden morning light, was me—or rather, him in my body—propped up against the headboard, looking down at Morgan sprawled across his lap, tousled-haired and half-asleep.

The caption

"You win. I’ll give you the money."

I stared at the screen, a weird mix of emotions. I should have felt weirder about it.

My grandfather, technically, fucked my boyfriend. Or—more accurately—my boyfriend probably fucked him. And yet, all I felt was a strange kind of pride. It must’ve taken a lot for him to get over that.

"Took you long enough," I replied.

"Shut up."

"So. You admit it?"

A pause. Then:

"It’s not a choice."

Victory.

But we still had two weeks left on the bet.

I chewed my lip for a second before typing:

"Keep the body. Go crazy. Enjoy being me for the rest of the time. We’ll swap back at the end of the month."

"…Seriously?"

"Yeah. Consider it a free trial."

"Hmph."

But I knew him well enough to hear the quiet gratitude in that single syllable.

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On the last night of the month, I had him stay over at his place—well, my place, technically. We figured it’d be easier to swap back if we were together when the clock struck midnight.

Except… we didn’t.

I woke up the next morning still in his creaky, seventy-year-old body, and he was still in mine—young, tattooed, and currently staring at me in horror from across the bed.

“Why the hell are we still like this?” he demanded, voice cracking with panic.

I scrambled for the spellbook, flipping through the brittle pages until I found the incantation we’d used. My stomach dropped.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

“It was a covenant,” I muttered, tracing the faded text with my finger. “The swap wasn’t just for a month—it was a test. To swap back, you had to go the full thirty days without having sex.”

Silence.

I looked up at him slowly.

He stared back.

Then, very quietly, he said, “…Oh.”

My eyes narrowed. “When was the last time you had sex?”

He hesitated. Glanced away. Cleared his throat.

“…Yesterday.”

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “Granddad.”

“It was Morgan,” he said defensively. “You try saying no to him.”

“I don’t! That’s the whole point!”

He crossed his arms—my arms—and sighed. “Well. Now what?”

I stared at the book, then at him, then at the ceiling like I was begging the universe for patience.

“Now,” I said, “you gotta figure out how to keep it in your pants.”

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Granddad POV

The first two days, I told Morgan I wasn’t feeling well.

"Just a stomach thing," I muttered, rolling away when he tried to pull me close.

He frowned, pressing a warm hand to my forehead. "You don’t feel feverish."

"It’s… subtle," I insisted, avoiding his gaze.

I could see the doubt in his eyes, but he let it go. For now.

By the third day, I was running out of excuses. Morgan, sweet, relentless Morgan, had spent the whole afternoon making me soup from scratch, brewing tea, tucking blankets around me like I was some fragile thing. And then he smiled at me—that smile, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners—and I was done for.

What’s another two days on top of thirty? I reasoned, as his hands slid under my shirt. I’ll just tell Matthias we need to wait a little longer when the time comes.

So I caved, letting Morgan have his way with me.

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After that, though, I was good. For two solid weeks, I didn’t let things go further than kissing. I made sure we ate heavy meals—spicy curries, garlic-laden pasta, anything that would give me a believable reason to keep my distance.

"Not tonight, babe," I’d groan, rubbing my stomach dramatically after dinner. "That vindaloo is fighting me."

Morgan would sigh, amused but frustrated. "You’ve been ‘fighting vindaloo’ for fourteen days straight."

"Indian food is powerful," I insisted, trying to keep a straight face.

He wasn’t stupid. But he also wasn’t pushing. He loved me, and that love made him patient.

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By the twenty-seventh day, though, Morgan's patience was wearing thin. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched when I brushed off his advances, in the way his fingers lingered just a second too long on my skin. He was frustrated, and I was running out of excuses.

That night, Morgan went out with some friends. He invited me, but I couldn't risk it. Alcohol lowered inhibitions, and Morgan was already temptation incarnate. I knew that if I got drunk, I'd probably let him fuck me in a club bathroom if he asked. So I stayed in, telling him I needed to rest.

Alone in the apartment, I tried to distract myself with a book, but my mind kept wandering to Morgan. To his hands, his mouth, the way he moved inside me. I was horny, desperate, and my resolve was crumbling. I found myself reaching for the dildo in the nightstand, a poor substitute for the real thing but better than nothing.

I closed my eyes and thought of Morgan as I slid it inside me, imagining his hands on my body, his voice in my ear. It didn't take long before I was cumming hard, my body shuddering with release. But as soon as I was done, exhaustion hit me like a wave. I barely managed to pull the dildo free before collapsing into the sheets, leaving it lying shamelessly beside me as I passed out.

I woke up to the feeling of Morgan's naked body pressed against mine. He was a little drunk, his movements slow and deliberate as he cuddled up to me. "You're a naughty boy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'm glad to see you're horny again."

Before I could react, I felt his throbbing cock sliding into my already stretched-out ass. My eyes still closed, I arched my back and smiled softly, lost in the haze of pleasure. But then reality hit me like a bucket of ice water—shit, I shouldn't be doing this.

But it was too late. Morgan knew this body's needs well, and he stroked my cock at the perfect pace, driving me wild. I came again, even harder than before, my body betraying my resolve.

The next morning, we were still naked, tangled in the sheets. Morgan woke up with a grin, his hand already wandering down my body. "Ready for another round?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep and desire.

At this point, why not? I thought. Matthias would be mad, but what's done is done. I pulled Morgan close, ready to lose myself in him one more time.