Body Swap And Shit

It’s far from perfect. There are continuity issues, a few mistakes here and there, and plenty of AI shenanigans. But I had a blast making it and I think it’s worth sharing anyway.

All the credit in the world goes to the amazing @misctf for writing the original story and for letting me share this. 👊🏽

That used to be me pinned to the ground by officer Ben Collins, six foot four and 230 lbs of pure muscle who had pressed on my windpipe so hard when he tackled me to the ground I was almost killed. I hadn’t even been doing anything wrong but when you’ve been living on the streets for a couple years everyone thinks you’re guilty of something. Luckily for me my mother had made me wear a necklace since I was ten she said would protect me if I was ever in mortal danger. One minute I was seeing stars, the next I was looking down at my passed out and hand cuffed body below me. My old body was hauled away by another unit that had shown up and I sat in Collins' cruiser staring in disbelief at my new face in the mirror. He was huge,arms and legs the size of tree trunks, rippling abs and massive pecs I’d easily doubled in size in seconds. Was I dreaming, had I died on the street and this was what heaven was being in the body of a beautiful man? I didn’t know if this was real but I’d better enjoy it while I can. I unbuckled my belt and and caressed the bulge in my pants and unzipped my pants unleashing an eight inch monster that smacked the steering wheel and proceeded to get fully undressed right there the tinted windows hopefully providing cover. The power I felt was enough to drive me crazy it only took a few minutes of working my large hands up and down his already glistening meat while hearing the sound and feeling the weight of his hefty balls slapping against my skin around me before I was making a mess all over the car. I was left smiling and chest heaving basking in the smell of sweat and sex that radiated from my new body as the police dispatch tried to reach me over the radio.

That was a few weeks ago and it wasn’t a dream my new body was mine to keep and I still had all of the knowledge of how to do his job. I decided to pay it forward. I let people who seemed like they needed a break like the old me off with a warning, meanwhile rich entitled assholes found themselves getting a ticket for going one mile over the speed limit. My favorite way of helping the community was patrolling around my old favorite hookup spots and stopping the same kind of twinks that always drove me crazy. I loved how they would stare not at my face, no but at my uniform the first three buttons always undone my pecs and chest hair always popping out strategically. Then they would make their way down to my crotch. I always made sure to wear my tightest pair of pants those days almost busting a seam when my dick would pulse with excitement and while their eyes were undressing me I would slip them my card and say in my deep gravely voice, “hope I can see you tonight handsome”. On the card was my new address, a beautiful house in the suburbs that I’m sure Ben was planning to fill with a wife and a couple of brats, followed by the words, “ To Protect and Serve YOU, come by and I’ll show you a good time”.

Bodyswap 1

🇮🇹 "Vorrei davvero essere te"

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.

Soul To Hold: Paradise I

A Soul To Hold's story

I think I should have learned my lesson the first time, but if we're here, it's because obviously I didn't. Parker and I have been together for four years, and they've been the most wonderful years of my life.

He's everything anyone could want: strong, attentive, intelligent, a little... nerdy sometimes, but good heavens, I love it when he starts talking about the things he's passionate about. The problem? Parker, like his whole family, has a genetic "condition" that puts things very risky every time we leave the house, and someone could end up stealing his body.

And no, I'm not being sarcastic.

Parker is a "beacon", someone who can attract other souls (living or dead) to take over their bodies as they please. Of course, he doesn't control it or manage it, which got us into a really big bind last Halloween.

And since then, the problem has only gotten worse. It turns out that the broken necklace that night has caused his powers to spiral out of control like never before. You know what happens when flies and other insects see a bright light in the middle of a cold, dark night? They swarm towards it, surround it, and try to stick to it with all their might, even if it means bursting into flames. 

Well, that's what the souls surrounding Parker's body were like.

He's been possessed by countless people and spirits. His boss, a man in his forties with a gigantic belly, possessed him in the middle of a meeting, causing "Parker" to start rubbing himself against the table like an uncontrollable pervert, panting and putting his fingers in his mouth, lost in his own pleasure. It was incredibly lucky that the same idiot who possessed him ended up admitting it was his fault (in private, of course) and didn't fire him.

Another day, he was possessed by a neighbor, then a scrawny guy on the street, the ghost of an old man, a jealous nerd, and the list went on and on and on.

— Come on, we can go on vacation. You've already spent a fortune on those tickets and the hotel; we can't just let it go.

— Of course we can. I don't care about the money. If your body gets lost there, what am I going to do? No. That's a definite no.

— Wait – Parker reached out and placed his hand on mine, stopping me from frantically unpacking – How long has it been since I was possessed?

— I don't know. What does it matter?

— Honey, the last possession happened about three weeks ago. Gale and I have been trying to perfect a new collar to make it stronger so no one can steal my body again. See? I'm here with you, I'm not going anywhere, you have nothing to fear – he smiled slyly, caressing my cheek. I just pressed my lips together. Was that true? Really?... No, it was true. His body hadn't been stolen in almost a month, everything had been fine, maybe we could go to the beach. I desperately needed a vacation. I loved Parker, but it was tiring chasing after him like a dog that had gotten loose and was running flat on its back.

— Maybe... we can try – I nodded nervously.

Our trip was to a paradise destination, right on the Pacific Ocean, with light brown sand, delicious sunshine, palm trees everywhere, and that salty scent. The hotel had a pool, a spa area; it really was a dream come true, although, unfortunately for me, I was always on my guard. Even worse on the plane, I felt like everyone was staring at us, and it's not like I blame people for looking at Parker like that – I mean, those shoulders, biceps, and pecs are to die for. I absolutely love how thick and plump his legs look when he sits down and the muscle presses against the seat – but one wrong look and a tourist could end up inside him, with an all-expenses-paid vacation inside my boyfriend.

— Are you sure you feel okay? – I murmured, noticing how a guy was staring at us from a seat in front of us in the other row. It wasn't a look of surprise or strangeness (because yes, we may be in the 21st century, but ignorance is still lurking), it was more like… dark, almost with a desire. I tried to look away; Parker was just looking at his phone, trying to choose what music to put on his headphones.

— I feel fine, you don't have to worry about anything. I already told you Gale and I have been sorting that out. Just breathe, it's your vacation after all, right? – He winked at me before gently leaning in and pressing his lips to mine, his soft tongue trying to find mine while his arm pressed against my shoulder with affection and comfort – I love you.

— I love you more – I gave a soft smile, closing my eyes to make the journey more bearable.

Everything was normal up until that point. As soon as we got off the plane, we took a taxi to the hotel. The reception staff was also very kind, giving us exclusive wristbands and handing us our room keys. It was a fantastic place, almost like something out of a movie: white walls, the sound of water splashing in the pool, the aroma of food from the buffet, the warm, humid air, and the distant ocean.

— Where is our room?

— I think it's across the pool. It's supposed to be a deluxe room, right? – Parker was distracted, reading the room specifications, the entrance, exit, and those details.

There were a couple of people in the pool; some were swimming, others were talking while having their drinks by the edge, but there was one guy in particular. He looked about our age, a little chubby, his cheeks flushed from the heat, his hair wet. He regarded the others with a hint of jealousy, even resentment, isolated. His swimsuit did its best to cover him, but a few rolls of fat still peeked out at the sides. He was sprawled on a sun lounger.

We both walked back to our tower. The room was on the third floor. We carried our suitcases upstairs to the door. I swiped my card, and a tidy, uncluttered room with a fan spinning on the ceiling welcomed us. Parker closed the door, dropped our suitcases, and immediately took me by the waist, carrying me to the bed. I just giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck until my back touched the sheets next to the mattress.

— So... What do we do now? – he murmured, his breath ragged, his lips almost touching mine. I loved the way his face looked, so close to mine. I had to swallow hard, a soft giggle escaping my lips, my fingers tangling in his hair.

— I think... You know what… – I brought my lips closer to his, kissing him intensely, saliva trickling between us, our tongues clashing, his grunts. Everything was perfect. The way he placed his hands on the buttons of my shirt to unbutton it, I pressed myself closer to him, needing to feel his warmth.

— Mfhh, love, I think that... UGHH! – His eyes suddenly glazed over, his throat went tight as if he were swallowing, his expression blank. Shit.

— Parker, dear?! – I tried to reach out and grab his shoulders, but all I could hear were his grunts and guttural sounds. He was in a complete trance.

— MFHHHH! – He groaned again, his tongue sticking out slightly, his eyes continuing to roll back, turning completely white. He stayed like that for a while, falling back onto the bed and having spasms, one after another. His body was tense and erect. I tried to move him closer to the center of the bed, but I noticed he stopped moving, so I moved a little closer to him. I don't know when he opened his eyes, but slowly, they began to open.

— Ugh, my head – he said, slowly sitting up, dazed, and putting his hands to his head.

— D-Darling? – I murmured, although, given what happened next, I think the answer was pretty obvious. His eyes opened wide, like saucers. First, he looked at me, confused, but... Happy? He looked at his palms, noticing his new, longer, athletic fingers. Then he put his hands on his shoulders, tracing his biceps with a fascinated laugh.

— Oh my... Good heavens! – His hand sank directly into his pecs like pizza dough, his expression one of pure euphoria. He stood up, his gaze lingering on his abs, then quickly lifted his shirt and ran his hand around them, laughing maniacally – This is... Wow!

Then he began patting his thighs, eager, more excited than anything in the world. I swallowed hard. It couldn't be.

I left the room slowly. He seemed too enthralled with his new body to notice me. I pulled out my phone, selected a contact, and pressed the call button. I waited on hold for a while until someone answered.

— Hey, bro! How were your holidays? – a deep voice called out. It was definitely Gale, but he was probably in another body. I didn't want to ask right now.

— Um, let's just say they were good. I just have one question, Gale. Exactly what did you and Parker do with the necklace? Shouldn't it work better to… keep people away from his body?

— … What are you talking about, Dylan? I haven't done anything with Gale, or his collar. You know I don't even wear mine, so why would I know how to improve the protection on his?

It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on me.

— He hasn't… told you anything? – I swallowed – Doesn't anyone in your family know?

I glanced back out of the corner of my eye into our room. The guy who was now inside my boyfriend's body had the elastic of his pants pulled up and was swaying his hips with fascination as he watched his tool move.

— Dylan, I don't understand a damn thing you're saying. What's going on?

— Parker's been having trouble with his collar. It's not working; they've practically been stealing his body uncontrollably. Right now… Someone's inside him.

— What?! And why did you go on vacation if you knew this was going to happen?!

— Gale. I'm not in the mood for this. Can you do anything?

— And what do you want me to do?

— Last time you got inside him. I'd rather have you than some stranger. I just want to keep his body safe, be able to get him on the plane and bring him back home. I don't care about the vacation right now; I just want to keep him safe.

— It's a long way, Dylan. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't connect to his body. He's miles and miles away. The only solution you have is to try to bring him back so you can return.

— And what do I do with whoever's inside his body?

— I'm afraid you'll have to make that person leave of their own accord… Because of the distance, the connection between that person's body and Parker's soul is unstable. I don't think it's a good idea for you to get on a plane without my brother in control of his body – The silence was long – Um… I'll try to see what I can do to reinforce the collar's protection, or do something better, but I can't promise anything. If my family hasn't been able to control this in almost a hundred years, I don't think I can, Dylan, but… I'll try. Goodbye.

The beep ending the call continued to pound in my eardrums for a long time until I finally managed to put the phone down and hang up. What was I supposed to do? Getting those guys out of Parker's body was always a constant, almost never-ending struggle, and dude, was it going to be exhausting.

Thanks to months of research (more forced than out of curiosity), I discovered that the lighthouses don't exist just for the sake of it. It seems they had some kind of… divine mission, to fulfill the desires and dreams of others through their bodies. As if they were fairy godmothers for the living and the dead, the unfinished business of ghosts and other spirits still haunting the earth could be settled, allowing them to rest. In the case of the living, it was more a matter of… freeing the body without going to extremes.

Appeasing ghosts and entities was always much easier, and I only hoped my new “visitor” was one of them.

I re-entered the room with soft steps so as not to attract too much attention. Now he was standing in front of the mirror with a sly, almost mocking smile. “Parker” was running his hands over his chest, slowly and gently, as if performing a sacred dance. His breathing was ragged, panting for more.

— Damn, you’ve got a great body, man – he licked his lips, until he finally noticed me in the corner of his eye – Is this a… dream? – he smiled, excited, as if it were my mission to guide him.

— Uh, I… Yes, sure. It’s all a dream – I nodded, trying to look more convincing. He just frowned, lost in thought, before finally shrugging and making a rather stupid face, leaning back on the bed to slip his hand inside his pants and sniff Parker's tool. — Woah! This smells fantastic, it's so... vivid and real. Are you supposed to be my conscience or something?

— Sure, I'm your... conscience, like you said. Why do you think you're in this body?

— Meh, I don't know, vacations are boring when you don't have a good body – he muttered, lifting his armpit to sniff it, delighted by the aroma mixed with his own stench and a bit of deodorant. It was woody and at the same time, slightly sour with hints of masculinity. I had to restrain myself so I wouldn't end up with an uncomfortable tent in my pants.

— Why do you say that?

— Because… You know, duh, if you're my conscience, you should know – Our eyes locked for a long moment until he sighed and rolled his eyes – My university is supposed to be on a class trip, everyone's having a blast, except me. I don't have anyone to talk to, and it's not like they want to socialize much with the chubby guy in class. Flirt with some stranger? Yeah, right, they're going to start laughing like crazy at how my belly looks above my swimsuit.

I thought for a while, until I figured out what this guy wanted and how to kick him out. I just hope I can handle him well…

— Fuck, the water feels fantastic – The guy who controlled my boyfriend's body had his precious new possession soaked from head to toe. Drops of chlorinated water ran down his broad chest, a few tiny droplets gathering on his areolas before falling into the pool. He was wearing the tightest swimsuit he could find in Parker's backpack, reveling in his new thick muscles, those rock-hard biceps and thighs, swimming from one end of the pool to the other. Luckily, his classmates had left before we did, and he was hoping no one else would join us.

— Enjoy it, it's for you – I managed the best smile I could muster. Why hadn't he left Parker yet? We'd been swimming like idiots here for almost an hour, and he was still flexing arrogantly, constantly grabbing his abs underwater as if he wanted to etch into his mind the sensation of not encountering a voluptuous stomach. I even saw him rubbing himself against the pool filter, the one that sprays water in a jet... rubbing himself like an itchy bear against a tree, letting out soft gasps. What more did this guy want?!

I noticed his gaze, beyond the self-centered glances he gave himself every five seconds, how he kept watching me, lightly biting his lip, trying to act "casual", flexing his biceps every time our eyes met. I clenched my jaw. Was this really necessary? There had to be another way, although, if I had to do this to get Parker's body back... I preferred it to be my way rather than some attractive tourist finding his way to the pool.

— And... Do you like this? – I approached, slowly, whispering as if my velvety voice were a siren afraid to break the calm of the water around her.

— Damn, I love it. I hope I never have to wake up. There are so many things I'd like to do.

— Oh yeah? Like what? Why don't you... tell me about it? – My hand slid across his chest to wrap my hands around the back of his neck. His expression was initially confused, even frightened by the closeness, but I remained firm, trying to convince myself that this was Parker. If it was his body, it had to be easier to interpret. He smiled slowly, then wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me close. I felt our wet, damp tools begin to move against each other beneath the water. He let out a soft gasp, slowly bringing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and braced myself for what was to come.

I felt him open his mouth, his tongue darting towards mine, a clumsy collision. Was this his first kiss, or...?

— MFHHH! 

What had been clumsiness instantly transformed into eagerness. He gripped both my cheeks tightly, kissing me with desperation and desire, as if we weren't in a public place. He began caressing the rest of my body, my arms, my chest, pulling me closer and closer to him like I owned him. I could feel Parker's obelisk shooting upwards.

— Mfhh… — he kissed me again for what felt like an hour, until he finally pulled away, his breath ragged and his eyes sparkling. 

— Damn, you have no idea how much I wanted to do that. My mind knows you're totally my type, right? – he smiled. I couldn't help but blush, nodding almost wordlessly so he could kiss me again, his fingers tangling in my hair. The intense kisses continued for a while until I felt his body stiffen.

— Ugh, damn it, my head, shit… – he muttered. I slowly pulled away, waiting to see what would come of it – Dyl?

— My love? – I moved closer again to hug him gently.

— Looks like someone got inside me, huh? – he sighed, looking down. I watched from behind us as the same chubby guy who'd been in the pool when we arrived got up, startled, from the lounge chair he'd been lying on, his eyes still a bit sleepy.

— And I think someone's been lying to me, haven't you?

— Dyl, I…

— Spare me the details. I know you haven't spoken to Gale at all, I know you haven't gone to see your family, and that your damn magic necklace isn't working. What's wrong, Parker? We're supposed to be a team. You're supposed to be telling me these things. Do you know the danger we're in now that we're here? What will we do if I can't get whoever's in your body out?

— But the vacation-

— I don't give a damn about the vacation! – I was so angry. I clenched my fists. I felt like a pressure cooker about to explode. 

— I thought I could control it, that I could master it better, love, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel-

— Well, you thought wrong, Parker! You can't control it, and you never will. End of story.

I groaned, wading through the pool until I reached the edge to grab my flip-flops and a towel, which I wrapped around my waist. I was practically trembling with anger.

— Where are you going?... – he muttered, like a scolded puppy.

— For a walk. I don't want to be with you right now. Go lock yourself in our room and turn off your social media. I'm serious. I don't want you to keep putting yourself out there – I clenched my fists and strode forward aimlessly, hearing Parker's pleas behind me. Was I... doing the right thing? Was I being correct about what was happening?

I didn't know, honestly. Everything was still spinning. Having his body stolen from him each time wasn't getting any easier, and honestly, I was starting to question whether I wanted to continue with this in the long run. How much of myself, how much of him, or even how much of our relationship was I willing to pay? How could I have been so irresponsible? I remembered how worried he was at the beginning, always wearing his necklace, trying to be as private and discreet as possible, his calm demeanor, his responsible and much less impulsive behavior. What the hell had happened to that guy I'd fallen in love with these past few months?

Now it was a vacation, but what about afterward? What if on our anniversary a waiter stole his body again? What if at Christmas he ended up in some dump because a homeless person was jealous of him, or even on our wedding day, what if his ex-boyfriend got jealous of us and ended up possessing him to make a scene?

Was that really what I wanted for the rest of my life? I inhaled a little, trying to walk to clear my thoughts, I just… wanted to be alone, I didn't need anyone at that moment.

📲. Hey, bro, I found something. I think you have to see it, call me when you can, it's urgent.

To be continued.

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Two friends, Keith and Dale, lived together after finishing college. Both of them had gained jobs working in Silicon Valley after graduating from the same university, so they decided to move in together. Little did they know that their close friendship and maintained health caught the attention of two bodysnatchers…

Keith, using the walls and door frames for support, staggered towards Dale’s room. “B-Bro, something’s wrong…” he said, almost throwing up from the sensation of… something sliding inside of his through his mouth. He couldn’t see anything, but he could certainly feel some kind of slippery, rubbery thing slither into his mouth and down his throat. Once inside, a cold and numbing sensation spread throughout his body.

However, as he wandered into Dale’s room for help, all Keith saw was his roommate—shirtless and covered in sweat—convulsing on his bed. “D-Dale…?” For a brief moment, Keith forgot his own perils and staggered towards Dale before succumbing to his own odd sensation. He collapsed to his knees and fell prone onto the floor, convulsing as he lost consciousness.

Sometime later, both men groaned and slowly came to as though waking up from a deep and relaxing sleep. Dale even made sure to stretch his stiff joints and flex his impressive body while Keith ran his hands down his clothed yet still tight body. They locked eyes and smirked at each other before setting up several cameras and using Dale’s laptop to capture all the footage.

“Another successful possession!”A ghost named Mike exclaimed using Keith’s body as he filmed the two of them enjoying their new bodies. “What is up, my brossessors, Mike and Ike back at it with another pair of dumb studs!”

Ike, who was enjoying Dale’s musky body, rolled his handsome host’s eyes and said, “Cut, cut! We’re not calling them that,” he said, waving his hands in exasperation.

Mike’s grin fell into a crestfallen frown. “Aww, why not?” he said, pouting in a body clearly not used to it by how awkward his expression was. “I think it’s a good name for our avid watchers in the community. Some of them are even wearing banners with it on the forums.”

Ike groaned and rubbed his beautiful body’s temples. He really should be exploring and enjoying all this sack of meat has to offer, but instead here he was, reliving—redead-ing?—another argument that Mike kept bringing up. “I still can’t believe you’re running those forums. It’s like, what, twelve people actually talking in there?”

Although seemingly impossible, Mike’s pout deepened. His host’s cheeks reddened as he answered through gritted teeth, “‘Bout a hundred, actually.” It was merely a fraction of their worldwide fanbase, but it was a sizable collection nonetheless. Then Mike sighed and hung his head. “It was higher, but once I finished banning all the bots I realized there were that many registered users. Some accounts are pretty…”

His voice trailed off and an awkward silence filled the gap. Neither of them wanted to continue the thought, because that would acknowledging that they were dead—that they did not belong here among the living. Neither were sure what was actually tethering them to the living world like this, but acknowledging they were dead did nothing but unnerve and invite troubling thoughts back—ones that the couple had spent much of the first years as ghosts trying to escape from. The rest of the time following was spent trying to make their old dreams as performers come true. They had found community, an audience, and a new passion creating content both for themselves and for other folks not quite moving on to the afterlife just like them.

Then, as if to wave away those bad thoughts, Ike grinned and leaned back into his initial position. “Fine fine, I’ll give. Brossessors it is, then. It’s not that bad of a name.”

Mike instantly perked up and began fiddling with his phone again. “All right, take two!” The two got back into position, excited and raring to go. “‘Sup brossession nation! Mike—“

“And Ike!” he chimed in with a flex and a pec bounce.

“—back with another video! Check out these hunks we took over!” Mike said with the largest and most decadent smile he’s had in years.

The show went on, and the two did their usual bit. Mike lied down on the chest of Ike’s host. The cameras were all set up and filming. “Another day, another body, huh?” he whispered to Ike. Their fingers, although not the own, intertwined as though it was the very first time. Both squeezed, as if trying to affirm to the other that they weren’t going anywhere—not anytime soon.

“Another day, another life,” said Ike. With his free hand, he gently tilted Mike’s stolen face and kissed him. “And more will come. I promise you that.”

Mike chuckled. His smile fit his new host. “Don’t make promises if you don’t know you can keep.” Yet somehow, amidst his laughter Mike felt like crying.

Ike scoffed and with a half-ironic smirk proclaimed, “I dunno much, but what I do know is that we’ll always be together.” Slowly, gently, and delicately, he pulled off Mike’s shirt and shorts. “If you’re in Heaven and I’m in Hell, I’ll crawl back up just for you,” he said, giving Mike a quick peck on the lips as the boxers came off. “And if you’re in Hell and I’m Heaven, I’ll jump off and land right on your beautiful dick. I can promise you that much.” He caressed Mike’s cheek.

“Ah…! Ah, uwahhh…” Mike blushed as he moaned. Not just from the touch but also from slowly sliding himself down on Ike’s stolen dick. Keith was particularly tight, and Mike couldn’t help but think, Stupid straight virgin, as he rode Ike just like he did the day they started going out. “F-Fuck, fuck. Urgh. Haaah…” Still, he kept thrusting his hips and meeting Ike’s thrusts as best he could in this straight body. He nearly whited out when Ike suddenly cupped his host’s pecs and fondled him. “Urgh, you’re a goddamn sadist…!” Mike uttered, biting down on his lower lip as Ike’s touches and caresses drove him insane. He couldn’t help himself. The stimulation was far too much for him in this new, youthful, virile body. Each touch was exhilarating, as though he was jerking off and being fucked for the very first time! “Yes, yes, cum in me, Ike. Breed this ass, breed me!” Mike cried out.

Ike clenched his teeth and gripped Mike’s borrowed thighs as he thrust deep inside of the tight, burning-hot hole. “Nrrgh, f-fuck!” he hissed as he blew his load all over Keith’s guts.

An hour later, once they had bid goodbye to their audience and put the equipment away, the couple cuddled together under the sheets. “You’re such a stud. I can still feel your cum inside of this straight guy’s guts,” said Mike as he nuzzled Ike’s chest.

Ike chuckled and gently ruffled Mike’s hair. “I meant what I said, y’know. We’ll always be together. I promise.”

“I know…” muttered Mike, eyes half-lidded already. Fucking always made him exhausted, and tonight was no different. It was strange. No matter how many bodies he hopped inside of, that fact about him always remained the same. Maybe it was hard-wired into his soul or whatever. Maybe that was why Ike was so determined to keep saying the same ol’ promise no matter what face he wore. Still, the world around them would continue to spin and change, yet they would remain the same: anchors for each other, even after death. “See you tomorrow, Ike,” he said. Neither ever said “goodnight” anymore. It sounded far too close to goodbye. Instead, they said,

Juliet stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror, the soft glow of her ring light casting flawless highlights across her porcelain skin. At first glance, she was the picture of effortless beauty: long auburn hair that fell in perfect waves, emerald eyes framed by thick lashes, a delicate jawline, and lips that naturally pouted just enough to turn heads. Her body was the kind magazines coveted—slim waist, perky breasts, toned legs from endless Pilates sessions.

But tonight, after another party where every conversation revolved around her looks, she felt suffocated. Guys fawning, girls asking for makeup tips, compliments that reduced her to a pretty object. She slammed her brush down, the clatter echoing in her quiet bedroom. “I’m so tired of being the pretty girl,” she muttered, voice thick with frustration. “I wish I never had to feel pretty again.” The words slipped out raw, a half formed curse into the empty air, laced with exhaustion she didn’t fully understand. She didn’t see the faint shimmer in the mirror, like breath on glass, or feel the subtle shift in the room’s energy as her poorly chosen wish took root.

The change began as a heaviness in her limbs, like sinking into warm bathwater that grew thicker by the second. Juliet rubbed her arms, frowning at the odd fatigue creeping in, her manicured fingers tracing skin that suddenly felt softer, looser. She stood, pacing to shake it off, but her feet dragged slightly, the arches flattening as her soles spread wider on the carpet, toes thickening and splaying with a subtle crack of bones. The nails dulled and broadened, cuticles pushing back as the skin there roughened, faint hairs sprouting along the tops in dark wisps.

“What the… my feet feel weird,” she whispered, lifting one to inspect, watching the heel round fuller, the ball swelling with new padding, the entire foot expanding from a dainty size seven to a wide eleven, veins surfacing faintly across the instep. A warm flush followed, traveling up her ankles, which thickened noticeably, tendons slackening as fat layered beneath the skin, softening the once sharp definition.

She stumbled back to the bed, heart picking up, but the warmth deepened, her calves losing their tone first, muscles melting into plush layers that jiggled slightly with each shift, dark hairs curling thicker along the backs and sides. “No, this isn’t happening,” she breathed, voice trembling as her shins lengthened slowly, bones stretching with a deep ache that made her wince, adding inches to her legs while the skin stretched looser, dimpling in places with emerging cellulite.

Thighs followed in a rush, the slim taper bloating outward, fat accumulating in heavy rolls that pressed together, the inner skin chafing softly as she moved, coarse hairs exploding across the vast expanse, black and wiry, coating from knee to groin in dense patches. Her knees buried under the swell, caps rounding fuller, the growth pushing her height upward gradually, her stance widening to accommodate the added girth, jeans straining at the seams before splitting with quiet tears.

The flush dove into her hips then, the subtle flare widening dramatically, bones creaking apart as fat poured in, layering thick over her pelvis and ass, the cheeks ballooning into massive shelves that sagged heavily, jiggling with each panicked breath. “Stop, please, I didn’t mean it like this,” she whimpered, hands pressing against the expanding flesh, feeling it yield soft and warm under her palms, hairs sprouting along the cleft and sides in unruly tufts.

Her waist thickened next, the hourglass inverting as her stomach pushed outward, a soft gut forming first, then bloating fuller into a prominent belly that hung over her waistband, apron like and heavy, the skin stretching with faint silver lines as it accommodated the surge. Rolls formed beneath, folding over themselves, the navel deepening into a shadowed pit amid the growing expanse, dark hairs trailing down from her chest in a thickening line.

Juliet’s chest tingled intensely, her perky breasts sagging at first, the firm mounds softening and spreading wider, nipples darkening and enlarging as fat filled them heavier, pulling them downward into pendulous shapes that rested on her swelling belly. But the change didn’t stop there, the tissue redistributing unevenly as pectorals beneath thickened with fat rather than muscle, creating moobs that jiggled softly, coarse hairs erupting across the broad expanse in thick, curly mats that spread from nipple to nipple, connecting down to her gut in a dense forest.

“I feel so heavy, so wrong,” she gasped, cupping the weight, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks and sending unwelcome shivers through her, the sensation mixing revulsion with a strange, building heat that made her thighs clench.

The warmth concentrated lower now, her vagina pulsing with insistent throbs, inner walls quivering as they contracted inward, the slick folds sealing with wet pulls that bordered on ecstasy. Her clit swelled dramatically, nerves firing in bursts, elongating into a short, thick shaft buried under the new fat pad, the head sensitive but hidden, foreskin forming loose around it.

Ovaries twisted and dropped heavily, reshaping into small testes that nestled in a forming scrotum tucked beneath the overhang, pubic hair exploding in a wild bush that merged with the trail from her belly. The penis remained modest, half hard from the arousal flooding her system, twitching against the plush thigh, balls churning with unfamiliar weight as testosterone reshaped her hormones, urges shifting to lazy, primal itches she scratched absently.

Her arms softened next, the toned slimness melting into plush layers, biceps vanishing under fat that jiggled with movement, forearms thickening with rolls, hands enlarging to pudgy paws with stubby fingers, nails bitten short from phantom habits. Shoulders rounded fuller, traps lost under neck fat that formed a double chin, her back widening with heavy rolls that folded as she turned. Height crept upward still, spine compressing slightly under the weight but adding bulk overall, pushing her to five foot ten in a stockier frame, the bed creaking beneath her increasing mass, now over three hundred pounds of soft, hairy expanse.

The changes swept to her face last, jaw softening and widening into jowls that sagged slightly, cheeks puffing fuller under a thickening beard that pushed out in patchy waves, dark and coarse, framing a mustache that curled over her upper lip. Nose broadened at the bridge, lips thickening amid the growth, eyebrows bushy and unkempt over eyes that shifted to a dull hazel behind emerging glasses that materialized on her nose, thick frames perched on the bridge. Her auburn waves shortened and darkened to greasy brown curls cropped close, receding slightly at the temples, scalp oily and unkempt.

Clothes reformed around her bloated form, the torn jeans and top morphing into a loose pink robe that draped open over her hairy gut and moobs, the fabric soft against the sensitive skin, black briefs beneath hugging the modest bulge and heavy thighs. Flashes intruded stronger now, memories of diets and dates twisting into lazy days bingeing shows, gym avoidance turning to pride in the softness, admirers’ compliments inverting to indifferent shrugs at her size.

“I was pretty, I hated it, but this… this is too much,” she mumbled, but the words slurred thicker, a content rumble emerging as Darry’s routines flooded in, wake ups late with snacks in bed, the simple pleasure of scratching his beard and belly, no drive to change what felt comfortably his.

Darry leaned back on the bed, robe falling open to expose the vast hairy expanse of his chest and gut, glasses perched on his nose as he scrolled his phone absentmindedly, a faint smile tugging his bearded lips.

The room felt right, cluttered with takeout wrappers and remotes, the weight of his body sinking deep into the mattress a familiar comfort he embraced without question. He scratched at his moobs idly, the coarse hair tickling his fingers, a low belch escaping as he settled deeper, content in the laziness, the softness, the sheer mass that defined him now. No mirrors to avoid, no scales to dread—just this, perfectly him, never planning to shift a pound.

But in the quiet hum of the fan, a deeper emptiness settled, the wish’s cruel twist leaving him adrift in satisfaction that rang hollow. Admirers gone, connections shallow, days blurring into nights of isolation wrapped in his own flesh, the pretty girl’s frustration buried forever under layers of contented apathy, a man forever lounging in a body that trapped him in stagnant bliss, the world outside fading to irrelevance as he embraced the void of never changing, never reaching, just being—pretty no more, but lost all the same.

Quando mi imita - When he mimics me

🇮🇹 “Al mio amico piace farsi scopare da me, ma gli piace anche trasformarsi nella mia copia esatta per fare l'attivo. Devo ammettere che vederlo rubare il mio aspetto mi infastidisce un po' (dopotutto ho faticato parecchio per ottenere questo fisico, mentre a lui basta un attimo per diventarne la replica perfetta) eppure, sotto sotto, lo trovo eccitante, anche se non saprei spiegare il perché. Fare un rapporto a tre con lui in questa versione è divertentissimo: dopotutto, molti sognano una fantasia con due gemelli. In più, lui si diverte a stuzzicarmi facendo il verso alle mie piccole abitudini: il terzo a letto non può capire e io devo fare di tutto per rimanere serio, anche se lo trovo molto divertente… Resta un piccolo gioco segreto tra di noi.”

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Close To You

Okay, I know what I did was messed up. Okay? But, damn. If you guys were in my shoes, you probably would have done the same.

I'm the youngest in my family, and even though I always tried to excel, stand out, be smart, get good grades, a good daughter, and all that, I'm always overshadowed by my older brother, Dale.

No matter what I do, if he makes the slightest effort, he'll always be showered with praise, applause, and endless rewards. I was fed up, tired of it.

So, what did I do when I found out Dale was going on vacation with his best friend for almost a week, all expenses paid, while I had to sit at home and spend my days off doing nothing? Easy, I possessed him.

I know it's unethical, I know it wasn't the right thing to do. But damn it, enough was enough! It couldn't be that I'd gotten a full scholarship to college, that I'd been the top student with the highest GPA in my class, while this guy had ended up at a community college, with a crappy part-time job, barely cleaning his room! I deserved it, and I was going to take it.

So, the day he was about to leave, I gave him this seashell necklace, which I was now wearing, allowing me to keep my consciousness inside him. And my original body? The necklace covered it too, reflecting my consciousness within it. While I was gone, I was completely covered.

And I could relax and enjoy the perks of being at the beach. And the perks were certainly many...

— Dude, are you feeling okay? – Chris murmured, raising an eyebrow, somewhat intrigued and uncomfortable with the revealing and short clothes that had "mysteriously" ended up in "my" suitcase. 

— Better than ever, dude – I smiled confidently, piloting my brother's massive body. These biceps were amazing, his pecs were so thick (maybe even bigger than mine), his feet were fabulous! But I have to admit, maybe what I loved most was the outline around his package. It was huge, and from the first moment I saw it, I decided I'd better find the smallest, tightest swimsuit I could. This thing was practically a thong, constantly riding up between my buttocks and rubbing against them. One wrong move and my enormous sausage would be out in the open! Haha!

But meh, I didn't care. It was Dale's body, not mine. I could take off the necklace and get the hell out in a second.

— Are you... sure? I mean, dude. You're acting weirder than usual. Your clothes, your attitude, it's like you're not being yourself – I got a little distracted, digging my brother's huge, smelly feet in the sand. It felt funny. I just clicked my tongue.

— Yeah, I'm actually fine. I'm just trying to change, you know? I'm a little tired of being who I am and... I'm trying to appreciate what's around me and even the people I have – I kept my gaze fixed on him, making my voice softer on the last verse. His cheeks turned red, and he looked away and just nodded.

I have to admit that if I snuck onto this trip, it was also for a specific reason... I liked Chris. He was charming, funny, much smarter than my brother. He'd been my crush for years, but I'd never dared to confess my feelings. Besides, what would be the point? He'd probably just see me as... some kind of annoying little sister or something.

So if I can stay close to him, even while in the body of my stinking, idiotic brother, so be it.

It's a win-win situation: I can enjoy the beach and the vacation I stole from my older brother, and I can also get closer to the guy I've liked my whole life, and maybe even... more.

I've noticed that Chris always blushes when I flirt with him as Dale. He never seems uncomfortable, just nervous, letting out a casual laugh, stroking his hair, or looking away. Damn. He looks like a lovestruck schoolgirl or something. I'm even starting to think that maybe Chris isn't as... straight as I think.

So being in this body full of slight muscles, strong odors, and a suitcase full of speedos, swimsuits, and tiny, tight underwear is perfect for me.

Who knows, maybe by the end of this vacation, my brother and Chris will discover something much "bigger" than just friendship between them. Damn, these are going to be the best vacation of my life.

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Random Transformation 8

🇮🇹 "Ecco perché non si sono mai visti il proprietario del locale e il barista nella stessa stanza..."

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CORPUS, Inc - World Cup 2026

With the World Cup just around the corner, starting in Mexico City. Tourism had undoubtedly exploded like lava from an erupting volcano: fans, tourists, everyone eager to see what the Soccer World Cup had in store and the wonders the host country could offer.

But at the same time, thanks to the need for lodging, transportation, and everything else that tourists would inevitably require, prices had skyrocketed. One-night stays were more expensive than a new cell phone, flights were overbooked, and available spaces weren't exactly... comfortable for the price.

This created the perfect opportunity for CORPUS, Inc. and its new summer project. Why stress about booking a flight, finding a decent hotel, and still having to get close to the wonders that Mexico City had to offer? Why not take over the body of a local? Language barriers vanished in the blink of an eye, accommodations weren't so complicated, and in most cases, you ended up with a perfect body for the rest of your vacation.

Or at least that was the experience of most of the clients who dared to approach CORPUS, Inc. and place their trust and love of soccer in their hands.

Youssef, Morocco - 48 years old

I have to admit that when I first saw the CORPUS, Inc. ad, I had my doubts. I thought it was a scam. It landed in my work email, and I thought: Body swapping? Possession? 

I was about to delete it, but a little curiosity got the better of me. I'd always been a soccer fanatic, and my life was kind of... monotonous. I had a good (and very routine) office job, a wife, no sons, no daughters. And at my age, I highly doubt that ever happened. I kept checking the site for testimonials, and I have to admit something caught my attention. That, and the fact that the prices were ridiculously low compared to a flight and even the hotel that was still to come. Just one month, all paid for and included, cost the same as a round trip! لقد كانت صفقة رابحة.

I tried to convince my wife to come with me but she flatly refused, saying it was unnatural and blah blah blah, so I preferred to leave my body "stored" while I possessed this guy. لا أندم على أي شيء!

The tan of this skin is so damn attractive! His pecs are gigantic, my shirts barely fit and I'm always afraid they'll rip because of the volume of his muscles, haha! And damn, being back in my early twenties is fantastic, I'm in the prime of his youth, and with this body? I've never been this muscular or well-endowed (the guy has a killer ass!). His biceps are gigantic and I'm truly fascinated by everything about being here, the food, the music, the men. Uh… It's kind of weird, but it turns out the original owner of this body is gay. I didn't have a problem with it, the other bodies were taken and I thought it didn't matter, I'm straight as a fiddle, but damn, not in this body, haha! In my old body I would never have dared to do this, the customs and traditions are very, very strict, but here? I've kissed as many guys as there are streets in Mexico, they never stop wanting to get their hands on me! Do I feel bad for my wife? A little. I still talk to her and call her at night, but other than that, it's like I'm in a state of perfect euphoria; and she can't be hurt by something she'll never know about. Right? What happened in Mexico, stays in Mexico.

Valentín, Argentina – 32 years old

Pelutudo! How could I miss this? As soon as I got notifications on my phone about the CORPUS, Inc. promotion, I was immediately pulling out my card to pay! I love soccer, it's in my blood. 

I have a somewhat… average physique, I won't say it's a marvel of the world but I'm not too out of shape either. I'm slim with a slight belly from not exercising as much as I used to. The demands of a job and the stress of it all take their toll. But in this body, hohoho! These biceps are tremendous! Like freaking grapefruits, sometimes I feel like biting them!

I don't know what the original owner of this body is doing in mine. It was cheaper to just let him stay inside me than to possess him. I guess he's sightseeing or something, but what the hell do I care? I'm going to take the win-win situation! He can have my skinny body all he wants while I keep his muscles. Look at these thighs! I bet I could burst something between them! 

The only thing that bothers me a little is how huge my feet are. I must have gone up almost four sizes. They feel clumsy. It's not something I'm used to, but if I have to put up with big feet in exchange for being a damn stud, bring on those gigantic feet! Hahaha. I don't have to worry about not being able to see the match, about people respecting me, or about them trying to rob me. That used to worry me a lot! But now, any guy moves aside to let me pass. I feel powerful! I'm seriously thinking about extending my stay. I thought about following the World Cup by changing bodies little by little, but I think I can watch it on TV or something. The only thing that matters to me now is staying in this perfect body.

Lachlan, Australia – 24 years old

I think jet lag is one of the things I hate most about traveling to other parts of the world. Australia almost always has a huge time difference compared to Western countries. And I love to travel!

My original plan was to go to Mexico and then head to one of its beaches. I love feeling the sand, the salt water, riding the waves – it's in my blood, you know? But jet lag was a real headache that I didn't want to deal with this time, so when I saw CORPUS, Inc. displays at the airport, I thought it was better to trade my round-trip ticket for a local body. 

And dude, I wasn't disappointed! Mexico is a fantastic place, its beaches are great, but wow! Their bodies were so much better! I'm loving this muscular physique; it's similar to mine but at the same time so damn different! Their thick legs, their biceps, that ass, god! I love how jet-black hair looks on me; I'm usually blonde, but this tan is worth every second. I never understood the supposed "Latin charm", but now that I'm living it, in a very literal sense, it's fabulous! Maybe watching football wasn't one of my main goals, but it turns out they give you your national team's uniform or something like that, and hehe, I love how it looks. 

Would I prefer to watch it in a swimsuit? Yeah, but a trip to a swimsuit shop can wait. Maybe I want to have a little more fun in front of the mirror – new body, new limits to explore.

Camille, France – 45 years old.

Ces fils de putes! I was supposed to have arranged my exchange with CORPUS, Inc. to find me a female body, not a fucking stinking gorilla! What am I supposed to do in this body?! I wanted to accompany my husband in his athletic pursuits in the body of some young Latina woman, that was my idea! Not this! It sucks! 

The sweat is so earthy and acidic it's going to make me cry, and that… thing! between my thighs is fucking uncomfortable, I have to keep adjusting it no matter how small the steps I take. What am I supposed to do for a month trapped in this body? I can't ask for a refund, or exchanges, and to top it all off, my husband is who knows where, like some fucking lost suitcase. It seems they sent his consciousness to another body because of a system error. I don't know where he is, I don't know who he is now, or what I'm going to do. We'll see each other in a month, that's for sure, but… merde! Am I going to have to be a stinky man for a month?!

I don't even have tickets to any match; my husband had those. What am I going to do?! Ugh! And this feels so… sticky. Oh no, no, no, no. I need to go to the bathroom again. I'm going to have to touch that thing. No! How disgusting…

Chase, United States – 20 years old.

Was I interested in soccer? Well, a little. I think I'm more of a basketball or American football fan, but! CORPUS, Inc. had launched a special program for university students under the pretext of the World Cup. Several of my classmates decided to go to other host countries or cities, but me? I wanted Mexico.

Why? To be honest, I haven't the slightest idea. But there's something about the vibe that's incredibly appealing! The festive atmosphere, the music, I always wanted to go, but I was worried about looking like an… Pendejo? Woah! It feels so good to pronounce it correctly! Besides all the stigma surrounding foreigners, so having your own “local” body and using it however you want is fantastic.

Like the movie Avatar! It turns out this body has a tremendous tolerance for drinking, and it's attractive to other guys here; it's like a hot magnet!

It wasn't hard for me to do this in my old body; I'm what you might call a "fratbro", proud of it, by the way. But being in this body is... different, sooo different. I don't know if it's the steroid-fueled nerd look, the short hair, or the fact that I can't see without his glasses, but I'm fascinated by being in this body here!

The parties, the streets, shit, the encounters! Did you know what happens in the last car of the subway? In my old body, I didn't feel very comfortable exploring my sexuality. I knew I liked other men, but I don't think that would be very well received in the fraternity. I depend a lot on my athletic scholarship, and I don't want to throw away my future just to... experiment. I know I have to be brave to come out, but I don't think I can in my own body. So, being in someone else's body and being able to do everything I was afraid of is fucking fantastic. Do I like it? No, I LOVE IT. It's the best experience of my life!

I hope the guy who ended up with my body is enjoying being a stereotypical frat bro, blond and with more muscles than brains, because I'm enjoying being in this Mexican body so much!

Alejandro, Spain – 34 years old.

This wasn't the damn body I was expecting, macho. In the application I filled out, I clearly specified that I wanted a muscular guy, my same age, very hairy,  dark-skinned, with black hair, and an almost stallion-like physique. I paid a fortune to have those VERY specific wishes fulfilled. And what greets me when I arrive?

A hairless, blond, skinny guy with legs and arms as long as spaghetti, and in his early twenties.

And what does the company end up telling me? That they can't offer refunds, they can't give me back my old body, that they apologize, and in return, they'll give me a 10% discount on my next purchase. No me jodas!

I was supposed to come to Mexico to make out with guys and have them worship me like I was their god!

I saved every single penny of my shitty job as a computer programmer for this, just one month where I would be a huge Latino guy, making locals and foreigners tremble the moment I walked in anywhere. I expected a testosterone-fueled musk, that the slightest trace of sweat would stink like chili peppers in vinegar. And you know what this guy smells like?! It's like he's practically oozing vanilla from his pores!

Have I tried to pick up guys with my new look? Ah, here's the worst part! I want to pick up men, but they're trying to dominate ME. I didn't come here for this! And the really worst part is... I don't feel a thing! Turns out this body is straight. I thought that wouldn't matter. The form said it was a minor issue and that the body would adapt to my psyche, but no! I don't know what I'll do. I don't feel comfortable doing anything heterosexual with this body, but at the same time, it's the only thing it's comfortable with. I just want this fucking month to be over. It was supposed to be the best vacation of my life.

Ren, Japan – 19 years old.

My family wasn't entirely sure about taking over CORPUS, Inc. But they were all huge soccer fans; they went crazy for being in the stadium, cheering and shouting whether their favorite team won or lost. They were... passionate. On the other hand, I'm not like that; I'm a nerd. I prefer reading comics, mangas and playing video games, which was a problem for my father, who was always trying to steer me toward the "right path", and this was one of his many attempts to do so.

At the CORPUS, Inc. travel agency in Japan, they convinced him that if they placed me in a soccer-fanatic body, the passion would become more comfortable for me, and I would accept it as my own. My father bought five spots without hesitation: his, my mother's, my older brother's, my middle sister's, and mine, the youngest of the three.

What was the problem?

My dad didn't read the terms and conditions of the bodies he was renting properly, and they all turned out to be male. This was a huge problem for my mom and sister; they obviously weren't too happy about having huge muscles and buzz cuts while their voices were ridiculously deep, haha（そして付け加えておかなければならないのは、彼の「寛大な」美徳はそれだけにとどまらなかったということだ。） 

My dad tried to file a complaint, but his signature on the documents invalidated any claim, so… My parents slept in separate rooms for about three days; customs surrounding homosexuality weren't very positive in Japan. But what happened last night? Oh, haha, it turns out their feelings are way stronger than their ideology, and they got tangled up in bed. I thought we were having an earthquake when I felt the whole house shake, haha!

Oh, and me? Well, like I said, I was used to being a nerd: straight hair, almost mushroom-shaped hair, thick glasses, skinny, short, and the body I got is gorgeous!

It has tanned skin, is about 50cm taller than me, weighs about 70kilos, and most of it is muscle mass, and damn, I have these gigantic arms! I couldn't be happier to be in this body. I love how my areolas harden when they rub against the shirts I wear; But the million-dollar question is… Have I felt more passion for football? Ha, 絶対にありえない、それは全く不可能だ！

I flatly refused to go with them to the stadium. I preferred to stay put playing video games and exploring this body. The pecs are fantastic, I love the chin, and the scent is… Damn, it's fantastic. I've never smelled such a strong odor, or at least not coming from myself. I can't stop smelling my armpits or reaching down to collect some musk between my legs. Ugh, shit, it's hard again… Well, I guess if I act like a pervert in this body, it doesn't matter much. It's “my” body at the end of the day, right?

Callum, England – 67 years old.

My glory days were a couple of decades ago. I'm not what I used to be. I used to have a great physique, I was athletic, I had charisma. Now I'm just a wrinkled raisin waiting to end up six feet under. I loved soccer; there was nothing else I preferred to watch on TV. My life was already so monotonous: just being in a nursing home, walking around, sitting for hours in front of the TV, sleeping, and then back again.

CORPUS, Inc. appeared at the perfect time. And they ended up putting me in this guy's body! See these biceps? And these abs, oh, oh! These pecs! I seriously wonder if it would be a good idea to wear a sports bra or something, hahaha. They're truly gigantic and heavy. This guy can't be more than twenty-five years old. My back doesn't hurt, nor do my joints. I'm strong and can run like a damn gazelle!

I haven't done anything but fiddle around here and there, also playing with… a couple of his things. It turns out this guy is also gay, and not just any gay guy – he seems to be seriously kinky. At first, I was shocked. I'd been married for almost thirty years to the love of my life, may she rest in peace. We were heterosexual and monogamous our whole lives; “games” in the bedroom weren't exactly common.

So, finding this guy's apartment full of leather outfits, harnesses, toys of all sizes, colors, and textures, and a laundry basket overflowing with musky socks and sticky underwear was disruptive, but woah, I've never felt so alive!

Do I feel like a pervert? Yes. Am I regretting it? No! Being young again is so fantastic, and the best part is I can eat again too! I can stuff myself with as much pizza and soda as I want. A few days ago, I was so horny and so hungry that I started rubbing a piece of chicken on… You know, it ended up all greasy and the chicken covered in a whitish liquid that was fucking delicious in my mouth!

I don't know if it's his psyche mixed with mine or if I had this dark side inside me, but I really love being in his body. Fuck! I was supposed to be at the stadium over an hour ago, the game already started, it was the one I cared about! Oh well… If I'm not going then…

Thiago, Brazil – 28 years old.

The body I received was very different from the one I had ordered. I'm a bodybuilder, I have a tan, my muscles are like rocks, always masculine and imposing, like a wild beast. But my new identity is the complete opposite: thin, blond, with silky hair like Rapunzel, with certain mannerisms that, no matter how hard I try to control them, still come naturally.

Mas eu gosto disso. I thought I would hate it from the first second I opened my eyes. The staff tried to explain, almost tripping over each other's words as soon as they noticed me looking at my reflection more closely than usual, but this was perfect! I don't know why I loved it so much, but this figure is so different from my usual self.

The soft cheekbones, the designer hair, the lack of muscles – I don't have to worry about bending down and hitting my head on the doorframe, or if I'm too wide to sit somewhere. I don't feel heavy or gigantic. I like the way other, stronger guys look at me, and, wow, I just want to run into their arms.

Maybe the only thing I don't like is that this guy's personality clashes with mine, and it turns out he's really, really shy. It's making it so hard for me to go out and meet new people. But all is not lost. He has friends, and he even has a… boyfriend. Did he tell him about the exchange? No. Does he know? Definitely not. So, I guess for the rest of the month, I can enjoy being thinner, having a loving boyfriend who has no idea who I really am, and spending hours and hours admiring myself in the mirror.

Adoro a incompetência desta empresa, obrigada.

Diego, Mexico – 22 years old.

Did CORPUS, Inc. also have coverage in the very country it was promoting, so others could occupy our bodies like miniature hotels? Yes. Did people complain? Yes. Did the government, FIFA, or CORPUS, Inc. itself do anything about it? No.

Did I take advantage and grab someone else's body? Of course I did!

I must admit that I don't like soccer at all; on the contrary, I hate it. I've never had a good relationship with that sport, and I simply find it silly to watch two men chasing a ball like idiots. But, being in someone else's body and having all their attributes is like pure bliss; having these pecs is fantastic! It turns out this guy's body belongs to an influencer who wanted to go on vacation to Europe. I was lucky enough to find the body available before another foreigner took it, and now I am him! 

Tall, muscular, wearing expensive clothes, living in a luxury apartment, they gave me a long, boring lecture about soccer and things to do in the city, just out of obligation (cómo si no supiera yo a dónde ir en mi propia ciudad).

I still record things for his social media, and I make sure he sees everything I upload. It turns out the terms and conditions of the exchange exempt me from or don’t make me responsible for the "misuse" of his body, as long as I don't leave marks or permanent physical damage, everything will be fine. But that doesn't cover reputation or what I can do with his personal brand.

I love fame, but I would definitely love to see more of the "leaked" things about this body, see him on his knees with his tongue hanging out, more... intimate videos, scandals about "indecent" acts in public places. Do I want to humiliate him? Of course! Am I going to feel bad about it? A little, but I want to have several tangible memories when I get back into my body. I've been sending my old number hundreds and hundreds of photos and videos in very compromising positions. You'd be surprised how flexible this body is.

The best part is that he signed a contract that clearly specifies that nothing can be mentioned about the exchange or use of CORPUS, Inc as a company that rents his body, if I do something, “he” did it of his own free will and conscience.

And I'm going to do whatever I want with it. Poor guy, he would have been better off going on vacation by plane.

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The world can come together for a great many things. However, it is the season in which the world unites for a very specific sport. While it goes by many names, the World Cup has sparked excitement among fans, passion among athletes, and after the Great Shift a means to expect the unexpected.

After 90% of the world swapped bodies, many found themselves in new countries as well as new bodies. Some managed to not only adapt to their new settings, but completely embraced it. Taking on a new body, but embracing the culture, the people, and the sport that body had mastered… well. That’s how legends are born.

The Great Shift News Crew wanted to hear from the very athletes that are making up this year’s World Cup. 

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Guadalajara, Mexico

Hola! Lo siento. ¿Hablas inglés? Haha sorry. Sometimes I can’t help speaking and thinking in Spanish these days. You wanted to talk about how I got started in soccer right? 

It’s kinda a funny story. Guess I’ll start at the beginning. My name is Weilin Wu, from Portland Oregon! I was in college working on my degree in international studies with a minor in linguistics last year. But… that interest had to be put on hold when the Great Shift happened. 

I was probably the furthest from a prime athlete in college that you could imagine. In fact, up until recently my idea of a marathon would have been binging a few seasons of the anime My Hero Academia or Delicious in Dungeon.  Being 5’0 with a pension for chocolates and milk tea didn’t exactly give me the best physique. And I didn’t have that much confidence when I couldn’t grow any facial hair to safe my life.  Let’s just say I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my physical appearance my freshman year.

Well. I can honestly say after the Great Shift happened everything changed. I went from typing notes in my dorm room to running through a grass soccer field barefoot! 

The first thing I did? Immediately fall over…

I mean can you blame me? I was sitting at my desk and suddenly I was running 20 miles per hour shirtless and barefoot in a foreign country. 

I immediately tumbled to the ground and got acquainted with how this new body of mine can take a fall. When the world finally stopped spinning I realized just how much everything changed. I mean… look at me. 

Going from a short Asian American to a Mexico pro athlete was like a dream come true!

I’d gone from five foot nothing to 6’4 in the span of mere moments. When I tried to stand for the first time I nearly fell over again. People don’t tell you that you can get vertigo from a sudden growth spurt. And the height was just part of it. My snacking habit made it more difficult for me to see past my sizable stomach, so when I stood up straight for the first time and looked down to see a 6 pack, I nearly fainted. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And it wasn’t just any 6 pack, I had a thick treasure trail where previously I had no hair at all. That sexy strip led straight to my new vicious V and… well I don’t think I can say the next part for the audiences at home. 

What I can say though is how big my feet became. Being over 6 feet tall I expected to have pretty sizable feet, but size 16s kinda blew my mind. That’s literally twice the size of my former feet!

When I finally managed to catch my breath and take in my new body the rest became history. News broadcasts about the Great Shift, people panicking, and others… choosing to help those displaced. 

The teammates around me immediately asked if I was ok and helped me get acquainted with who I became when I told them what happened. It helped that I was already semi fluent in Spanish, otherwise I’d be completely lost.  To this day, the team still likes to tease me when I say something with a gringo accent though. 

Long story short I found I was in the body of César Huerta, the 6’4 Winger for the team that would be playing in the World Cup for Mexico. César  landed in my body and was equally confused. 

With some help from the team and some patience we eventually reunited. César understood he probably wouldn’t be playing soccer anytime soon, so instead he asked if I was interested in taking his place on the team. 

It wasn’t unheard of. Countless people began to start a career in pro sports after the shift. I’m pretty sure Nick and Joey Bosa’s bodies were now occupied by a brother and sister from Thailand. 

I wasn’t sure. I had never played a game of soccer in my life. However, with some encouragement and coaching from César I found I was a natural. His body had all this muscle memory waiting for me to use! After a few practices I was playing just as good as he was, if not better. 

From that day on I became a part of the team. My new teammates have been super welcoming and let me stay with them until I found a place of my own. 

I’ve been living in Mexico ever since. The language already felt natural to me after a few months. I’m not sure if it was me adapting to this culture… or perhaps this body just feels more comfortable speaking that language. 

My parents visit on the holidays. It helps that my older parents swapped into two handsome European backpackers who love to travel.  My mom likes to compare who has more abs these days and my dad always makes sure we finish a full bottle of whatever he brought on his last trip. 

As for me, getting used to the mundanities of César’s bodies has been the best part. From the very beginning he warned me to make sure I keep up his shaving routine. That wasn’t something I was used to considering I’d never had to shave. Only now I had a thick beard by 5 o'clock if I wasn’t careful. After that I made sure to listen to all of César’s advice. 

He taught me the proper way to care for my curlier hair, he showed me the best exercises for his body, and he even showed me a shoe store that catered to my larger size. That last one was important. Walking around with size 16s is more difficult than it looks. I stubbed my toes several times the first week in César’s body. And my feet got so sweaty all the time I just preferred to walk around barefoot most places. 

I’d need all the help I could get as I wasn’t the most… composed during my first actual game in his body.

There was something about seeing a huge crowd of people staring at you… yearning from some relief after all the stress the Great Shift had caused…  it was a bit overwhelming. All that expectation to be the source of entertainment for the masses really got to me that day…  I missed so many passes for that one game.  But it wasn’t the end of the world. I kept at it. I kept practicing.

To my surprise César was practicing right beside me most days. He enjoyed coaching sure, but even in my body he enjoyed playing the most. In this last year he lost over 40lbs in my previous body and is even considering rejoining the team once he feels ready.

I really appreciate how César and the rest of the team have been making sure I improve each game. Without their help I don’t think my transition into this body would’ve worked. And of course without their help I don’t think we would’ve been able to win the first game of the World Cup!

My team and I can’t wait to celebrate. They say my face is all over social media after our last play. It used to feel so… strange thinking that was me.  But now… Now when I look in the mirror I don’t see a stranger. I see a handsome, confident Mexican man. I see me. I see the person who is going to bring home the World Cup for Mexico this year!

"Just shut the fuck up and stop act like you can ordered me around. It's my body, it's my fate, sorry that you don't have to be him,"

"Kid I swear to God if I could reverse all this shit I would. But you got to put your mind on the game, that's why I want to be inside him, to unlock his full potential because he's damn good!"

Brittany sat cross legged on her dorm bed, phone in one hand and a half eaten protein bar in the other. The room smelled like vanilla candle and laundry detergent, string lights glowing soft against the wall. She scrolled past another post from some girl in her econ class, the kind who posed like every day was a photoshoot. “These people are so desperate for attention,” she muttered, thumb flicking harder. “Like, get a personality.”

A bright ad slid into her feed, all neon colors and big text: “Tired of the same old you? One click and everything changes.” She snorted, rolling her eyes at the obvious scam, but her finger tapped it anyway out of pure boredom. The screen flashed once, then went back to her feed like nothing happened.

The itch started right in the center of her chest, sharp and sudden, like a bug bite that wouldn’t quit. Brittany scratched at it through her tank top, frowning when the skin felt thicker under her fingers. Dark hairs pushed through in a fast wave, curling thick and wiry across her sternum and spreading outward until her whole chest was covered in a dense mat that caught the light from her phone.

The skin underneath swelled and firmed at the same time, her small breasts flattening and pushing forward into two heavy, rounded slabs that stretched the tank tight. The new chest bounced slightly when she shifted, nipples darkening and hardening against the fabric.

She sat up straighter, the movement making the hairs on her chest shift. “What the hell is on my skin?” she said, but the words came out lower than she expected, the pitch dropping mid sentence into a rougher tone that didn’t sound like her at all. She cleared her throat and tried again. “This isn’t funny.” It came out even deeper, the vowels flattening into something lazy and unhurried.

The warmth moved outward from her chest, her shoulders rolling back on their own as the bones widened and muscle packed on thick. Her arms followed fast, biceps swelling into solid peaks that split the tank sleeves, veins rising across the surface while her forearms thickened with corded strength. Hands grew wider, fingers turning blunt and strong, palms roughening with new calluses. The tank ripped down the sides as her back flared wide, lats spreading thick under the skin.

Brittany stood up from the bed, the floor feeling farther away as her height crept upward in steady inches. Her stomach tightened and rounded at the same time, abs carving deep but layered with a solid gut that pushed forward, the tank riding up to show the new bulk. Hips narrowed with a grinding shift, thighs swelling heavy with dense muscle that strained her shorts until the seams gave. Calves thickened below, feet stretching longer on the carpet, toes widening as the arches rose and the soles toughened.

A deep pressure built low in her core, everything inside pulling tight and then dropping in one warm, heavy rush. The space between her legs compacted and filled out at once, skin stretching smooth over a thick length that pushed outward against her thigh while a solid weight settled low and full beneath it. The new cock thickened and hardened in a slow pulse, resting heavy against her leg as the sensation settled.

Her face shifted last, jaw widening under skin that roughened slightly, chin and cheeks filling in with dark stubble that quickly grew into a short, even beard. Nose broadened at the bridge, lips fuller, eyes deepening to a warm brown under thicker brows. Light brown hair shortened into dark waves cropped close, the bun falling apart.

The tank and shorts reformed into an open plaid shirt hanging loose over the hairy chest and gut, black briefs hugging the thick thighs and bulge. The dorm blurred and stretched into a small, lived in apartment with construction plans scattered on a table and work boots by the door.

Flashes came in slow waves: complaining about her classmates twisting into easy laughs with the crew, sharp comments inverting into “whatever works, man,” the snotty edge softening into laidback indifference. “These people are so basic,” she tried to say, but it came out as a low chuckle. “Job’s good, body’s good, that’s enough.”

Cole leaned back in the worn chair by the window, phone in one hand and a beer in the other. The plaid shirt hung open over his hairy chest and stomach, the black briefs comfortable and familiar.

He scrolled through his feed without much interest, liking a couple posts from the guys on site, the afternoon light catching the short dark hair on his head and the even beard on his jaw. The project was on track, the crew respected him, and the body felt solid after years of the work. No complaints.

But as the likes and messages slowed, Cole set the phone on the arm of the chair and stared out the window at the buildings across the street. The laidback feeling sat on the surface, easy and steady, but underneath it stretched something quieter and emptier.

The connections stayed casual, the days blurred into the same rhythm of plans and site visits, and no one really saw past the bulk and the beard. The girl who used to pick apart everyone else’s posts was gone, buried under layers of easy indifference that left him sitting alone in a quiet apartment, a man who had everything he thought he wanted and still felt like he was watching it all from the outside.

The heat of the late summer evening pressed down on Marcus like a heavy blanket. The air in his cramped apartment was still and humid. He lay across his bed, stripped down to nothing but a pair of faded yellow briefs. They were loose, standard cotton things, typical of the plain, unnoticeable life he led. Sweat pooled in the shallow hollows of his collarbone. He was scrawny, a constellation of sharp joints and pale skin, his arms thin rods holding his smartphone. He was just mindlessly scrolling through social media, a digital life that mirrored his empty social life. Girls didn't notice him, and he’d resigned himself to a life of digital voyeurism.