brossession-collection

Hunter:

It was a regular day. My boyfriend, Quinn, and I were hanging around my house on a Saturday. We had just finished breakfast and were deciding what to do.

“Man it's way too hot today. I don't feel like doing anything,” Quinn announced. It was true, there was definitely a heat wave going on or something. Normal people would stay inside, but a certain someone had other plans.

“Hey boys!” My dad walked into the room with a determined look on his face.

“Hey dad. What's up?”

“I'm gonna go fix that hole on the roof. The neighbors paid for the damages their kids did to it, but somebody’s still gotta do the work.”

“Today?” It's too hot out.

“Well,” he said with a laugh. “You can't stop progress!”

Once he walked out to the garage and was out of earshot, Quinn spoke up.“Your dad is like the biggest workaholic ever.”

“I know right.”

“Better than being lazy…like you,” he teased.

“Hey!” We laughed and then decided to watch a movie.

Quinn:

A few hours later we were talking in our group chat with a couple old school friends. Somehow the topic got to Hunter's dad and how hot he was. He looked at me with a confused face.

“My dad?”

“You gotta admit. He's pretty hot.”

“What the hell? No way.”

“Well of course you would say that. He’s like…your dad. Duh.”

“Well what if I said your dad was hot? He really is actually.

”Ew. He did not just go there. The idea of my dad being considered hot by anyone, was an unsettling thought. Who could like a guy like him? He was always supportive of me and all, but tended to be overly formal in casual situations.

“My dad? Gross. He's like…all traditional and stuff.” He laughed.

“And how does that affect his looks?”

“It doesn't. I mean…well he's fat and has had the same ugly mustache since the 90s.”

“Well I happen to think the chubby mustache combo is pretty sexy…”

“Gross! Stop! Your dad is the sexy one! Those piercing hazel eyes…that fit bod…”

We got in each other's faces and after a couple seconds of silence, we flopped back onto the couch and started laughing.

“If anyone heard us just now, they'd think we were nuts!” Hunter said between laughs.

“True!” I replied. “Well whatever. What are we gonna do now? I'm still bored.”

“I have an idea,” he scooted closer to me and began stroking my pants.

“But your dad's home.”

“Yeah, but he's on the roof. He's such a perfectionist with all his projects; he'll be there all day.”

“Yeah I guess.” I let out a laugh. “Well then…shall we head over to the bedroom?”

Hunter:

As Quinn sucked my dick, all I could think about was his dad. How hot it would be to fuck him, and watch him cum. Man, that would be amazing. But it was only a dream. It would really make things awkward between Quinn and I, even if it somehow did happen. I guess the only thing I could do was close my eyes and pretend he was his dad. I leaned over and kissed him, pretending he had that sexy mustache.

“I'm gonna cum!” He said between breaths. He got onto his back and jerked while I did the same, sitting on top of him. My last thought was of his dad before I closed my eyes and came; The sound of Quinn’s moaning meant that he finished too - the same time as me. It was so intense that I started feeling a little lightheaded. Before I knew it, I blacked out.

Quinn:

I opened my eyes to find I was outside. What happened? The last thing I remember, we were messing around and I came. I've been known to get so exhausted afterward that I want to take a nap, but that was just straight up blacking out. Was this a dream? I looked around and realized that I was outside my dad's restaurant. What was I doing here? It was then that I noticed it was extra hot and I found that I was wearing long sleeves. I examined my clothes to see I was wearing a tie with a black shirt and vest combo. No wonder I was sweating my ass off. But I think I recognized the outfit. My dad's? That couldn't be…

I walked inside and scanned the area. I spent a lot of time at this restaurant as a kid so I knew the layout pretty well. I would probably get an explanation by talking to my dad, so I headed for his office, but was stopped by one of the waitresses.

“Hi Mr. Rivera! How are you today?” I had no idea who this waitress was but I didn't want to be rude so I greeted her back.

“I'm good. Thanks.” My voice came out raspier than usual. A little deeper too. What was going on?

I tried the door handle. Locked. Great. What was I supposed to do now? I took a seat on the nearby bench and it felt like I sat on something, but nothing was on the bench. I searched my back pockets and it was almost like my butt was bigger somehow. I grabbed a pair of keys - my dad's pair of keys. Oh god. What if…?

I quickly turned the keys and closed the door behind me. I felt around my front pockets and took out a phone - his phone. I opened the front camera and found his face staring back at me. Fuck no, this couldn't be happening! How did I switch bodies with my dad? What was I going to say to Hunter?

Hunter:

What happened? I opened my eyes to the blue sky, but looked down to find I was on the roof! What the hell?! I scanned the area and noticed that I was home…on the roof. Did my dad bring me up here somehow?”

“Hey dad! Where are you?” I said, but my voice came out weird. Deeper somehow. I caught sight of my hands and found I was wearing gloves that had some dirt on them. My dad's gloves? What was going on? When I noticed that I was wearing his clothes - the same clothes he was wearing earlier this morning - it suddenly hit me.

“What the hell! I'm my dad!” I screamed.

How did this happen? What was Quinn going to think? And how do I even get down from the roof…

Quinn:

I held the phone up to my ear and anxiously waited for my dad to pick up. I realized that if I was in his body, he must be in mine right? After a few seconds, it went to ringtone. I couldn't wait any longer so I decided to go there myself. It wasn't too long of a drive to Hunter's house at least. I walked through the restaurant, (thankfully no employees noticed me), and pressed the button on the keys to locate my car. The reflection in the car reminded me of what I looked like, but I tried to ignore it and got into the driver's seat. There, I could see a clear reflection of myself in the rear view mirror for the first time. It was definitely my dad's face. His double chin was so evident without any facial hair - well except for his ugly mustache. I touched it with two fingers and brushed along to see what it felt like. I grazed the back of my head to find the bald spot he had there. This was so gross! I turned the ignition and was on my way to figure out how to fix this!

Hunter:

After climbing down the ladder, I was back inside the house and I immediately headed towards the bedroom where Quinn and I fucked. There we found our bodies seemingly unconscious on the bed, in the same position we were in. It was really creepy.

“Hey uh. Dad? Wake up…” I said hesitantly. No response.

“Wake up!” I said even louder. No response.

They must be in a coma or something. Oh god what if I was stuck like this? I headed towards the bathroom and found my dad's face staring back at me in the mirror. I made different facial expressions and started to creep myself out. Thankfully I was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I made my way and opened the front door just as Quinn's dad jumped out of the car, almost losing his balance as his feet hit the concrete

.“Sorry, I'm not used to this…” He looked up at me. “Oh uh I mean, hey there Mr. Patterson. Um, have you seen my uh son?”

I think I had an idea what was going on.

“Quinn?” I asked.

“Yeah? I mean- yeah that's his name…I mean…” He paused for a few seconds until he must've realized what had happened too.

“H-hunter? Is that you?”

“Yep. And that's really you in there?”

“Oh god. This sucks! What are we going to do? Wait, where are our bodies?”

“In the room where we last were. Whether or not our dads are in our bodies doesn't matter because they're unconscious or something.”

“So we're stuck like this?”Suddenly I had an idea.

“Well…you did say my dad was hot…”

“What are you getting at….OH.” Quinn replied as I smirked. “But…I mean...it's my dad's dick!”

“Yeah I know. But this may be your only chance to fuck my dad. Same thing for me too.”

“Well…being in a different body means I'm horny again so…”I leaned in for a kiss. The brushing of his mustache against my face felt amazing. Even better than I imagined!

“Shall we go?” Quinn said with a smile.

Quinn:

We didn't know what to do with our bodies so we just left them there and closed the door. Hopefully they wouldn't hear anything if they somehow were still conscious.We went into Hunter's dad's room and he immediately started stripping. He had the sexiest athletic body. Blond hair covered his entire chest and while he didn't have a six pack or anything, he had some pretty decent pecs.

Hunter looked into the mirror and made a frown.

“This is so gross!”

“Maybe don't look at your face in the mirror. Only look at the body.”

“I guess it's not as bad when I do that. But still…” He gazed at me with lust in his eyes. “Your turn.”

I so wasn't ready for this! But he hugged me and began to strip me himself, starting with my tie and vest. Each piece of clothing made my dad's chubby body more and more obvious. He started unbuttoning my shirt until the tank top underneath was revealed. I guess I didn't look as bad as I thought. My dad must've lost weight. I didn't want to go any further than that, but I also really wanted to feel his body against mine so I lifted the tank top off happily…but I was met with a terrifying surprise.

“Shit,” I said. My chubby rolls slapped the rest of my body as I gawked at myself in the mirror. It's no wonder that the tank top felt so constricting. It was holding in all that blubber.

I turned to Hunter and expected him to be upset, but was instead met with a sexy smirk. God, making his dad do those hot expressions was really turning me on.

“Wait you like this?” I asked.

“Of course. You're even bigger than I thought. An absolute muffin top.” He came from behind and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel my dick harden as much as it could and grasped it. It was still gross the idea that it was my dad’s dick but I didn't care. All that mattered was Hunter's sexy body.

He reached his hands over and grabbed my man tits. When he played with them, I experienced sensations I never felt before as a twink. Vibrations went through my body as he jiggled every bit of squishy flesh. I turned around to return the favor - I kneeled down and started sucking his cock. He was huge! Much bigger than what he had before. It wasn't any harder to take it in though; I guess my dad's mouth must've opened bigger than mine. He put his hands around the back of my head and started pushing his cock down my throat. Faster and faster, as I jerked myself.

Suddenly he stopped as I could feel the warm cum shoot down my throat at the same time I shot my own load. In one big gulp I swallowed it all and hopped onto my back, the flabby rolls jiggling as I did.

Afterwards we washed up and Hunter put on one of his dad's t-shirts, while I just put on what I had before, because I knew nothing would fit me. We walked back into Hunter's room to see if our dads had woken up, to find that they had disappeared completely. In fact, the whole room was magically cleaned up and the bed made, as if it was a guest room and always had been.

“So…I guess we're the dads now,” Hunter said with a smirk.

Now, trapped in Wario’s body, Mario feels incredibly weak under the massive obesity he now carries. He no longer has his brother, nor Peach, nor anything else — just himself and his enormous, fat belly. It is utterly humiliating for Mario to look down and see nothing but pounds and pounds of pure fat on a body that isn’t his. He used to be a bit chubby, but not to the point where lowering his gaze revealed only layers of blubber. Every step feels heavier and requires more effort, his huge gut bouncing with each movement — a total humiliation. Still, Mario doesn’t understand why Wario’s cock gets hard every time he grabs his belly with both hands to see the dick hidden beneath the fat. Maybe it’s just the body’s muscle memory… (or maybe Mario doesn’t actually dislike being this obese, though he would never admit it).

We hope he gets used to that body, because Kamek has no plans to switch them back.

This story contains a lot of masturbation, fat admiring, feederism, and other similar content. If you don't like it, don't read it. Everyone in this story is of legal age

Jacob was always an athletic kid, the typical handsome guy stereotype who was only interested in sports. He always drew attention because of his sculpted body, and although he kind of liked that attention, he had a secret taste he hid very well: he loved guys with big, obese bodies. He dreamed of one day being a damn fat, obese guy, but he knew that if he tried to gain even a little weight, everyone would be all over him, making fun of him and playing mean pranks. He wanted to be fat and not have people find it strange or out of place. He dreamed and masturbated every night with the idea of ​​being obese, although he always ended up feeling sad when he saw his flat chest.

He really admired a damn obese guy at his school named Nate, who was the fattest kid in the whole school. He was a total geek who obviously got all the stuff he wanted. He indulged every whim, was glued to his Nintendo Switch all day, and had perfect grades. How was that even possible? Nobody camped out with him because he was such a geek, but Jacob was fascinated by how overweight and geeky he was. He thought a thousand times that this life was a damn dream. One day, browsing the internet, he found a news story: "Man claims to have switched bodies with his best friend," it said in big letters. Upon reading it, he came across the testimonies of two boys who claimed to have switched bodies. The reporters treated it with humor, not as a global news story. It was clear from their demeanor that it wasn't a joke, but no one would really believe that was possible.

At the end of the article, the guy left his social media links. Without wasting a single minute, Jacob called them. Although they didn't answer at first, they finally picked up after Jacob's persistent calls.

Jacob explained that he believed in their machine, which was strange since nobody else did. Then, Jacob offered them a deal. He had saved money almost his entire life to go to university (even though he wasn't very smart), and he offered all his savings in exchange for using the body-swapping machine.

The guys warned him that the machine only had one swap left before it would stop working permanently. Jacob thought about it hard, but in less than a minute, he began transferring the money. A few days later, filled with excitement, Jacob opened the package and saw it: two small clips, the size of a fly. At first, he thought he had been scammed, but then he read the instructions the friends had left behind. It was simple: he just needed both of them to have the small device somewhere on their bodies, press a button, and an electric shock would swap their bodies.

Jacob immediately put the device on himself, keeping it discreet so no one would suspect anything. The real problem was going to be convincing Nate to swap bodies. Nate had everything—good grades and a family that granted his every whim. On the other hand, Jacob was only popular; neither his family life nor his grades were anything positive. So, Jacob made a decision: he wasn't going to tell him.

Jacob snuck up behind Nate and discreetly attached the device to his neck. It didn't really hurt, so he had no trouble doing it. Jacob couldn't wait any longer; he had a massive erection, and everyone was noticing, though no one said a word.

When class ended and Nate left in his parents' car, Jacob decided it was the perfect moment to execute the swap. He sat down, fully erect, and pressed the button to switch bodies. He felt strong electrical discharges surging around his neck. He enjoyed every second of it, thinking that in just a few moments, he would finally be what he had always wanted to be.

But nothing happened.

Seconds turned into minutes, and he felt nothing. He felt completely defrauded because he was still himself; he was still Jacob.

Disappointed and thinking he had been scammed, he went home and lay down on his bed, frustrated to still be stuck there. He had been ripped off, he no longer had enough money to pay for the university he wanted to attend, and getting into a regular university was impossible with his low GPA. He lay flat on his back and fell asleep, frustrated and disappointed, not knowing what to think.

When he opened his eyes again, something was different. He woke up disoriented, tired, exhausted, and strangely heavy, as if he had eaten a massive amount of food the night before.

The moment he noticed the bed felt different, he immediately realized what had happened. To confirm it, he looked down at his chest. Before, it had been firm and flat; now, it was a massive mound—a gigantic belly that completely blocked his view of his feet.

He was instantly thrilled; it was finally everything he had ever wanted.

He tried to get up, though he couldn't the first time and had to repeat the feat until he finally managed to sit down. He looked at his hands, with their chubby, sausage-like fingers. He lowered his hands and felt a lump of fat against them. His belly was enormous. It felt so strange, yet incredibly hot. He began to touch his entire fat body, from his obese, bulging belly to his buttocks. He tried to find his penis, which needed to be masturbated, but he couldn't find it while sitting. When he stood up for the first time, it was very difficult to maintain his balance, which only made him hotter. His body was too obese; he couldn't call himself fat. He had to call himself obese. It was the hottest thing he had ever been. With one hand, he grabbed his plump buttocks, and with the other, he shook his belly from side to side, squeezing it, letting it fall, and feeling every extra pound. He went to find a bathroom with some difficulty, grabbing onto anything nearby to avoid falling into the enormous He finally found his weight and damn, he looked at himself in the mirror. He immediately started touching himself, every part, every extra pound of that fat body. In the mirror, he tried to find his penis, tiny as expected. He went from having a beastly penis to having to search for it because of how small and tiny it was. He started masturbating while grabbing his belly to touch his tiny penis. He began to look at every inch of his body, every part, every shape, every roll, every extra pound, while he masturbated with two fingers because his hand could barely reach because of his belly. He spent the whole day masturbating and looking at his obese body. He had plenty of food in his room, so he took the mirror and locked himself in to masturbate, to eat like a pig while looking at himself in the mirror. He didn't stop masturbating because of how horny he was, until he finished exhausted, and even then he wanted to keep admiring how fat he was, his huge belly, his giant ass, and his double chin. Damn, everything was incredible.

He spent the entire day like that, ending up exhausted and completely stuffed by the end of it because he had eaten far too much—more than he had ever eaten in his entire life. The room was filled with entire boxes of pizza, hamburgers, hot dogs, and almost every kind of junk food you could imagine. He started trying on all the clothes; the underwear was absolutely massive! It was huge, and he masturbated with that too. Even walking tired him out, and that excited him immensely. He couldn't wait to get to school and pretend to be him—to walk through the hallways as a fat, obese geek, to feel like he didn't fit into places, to feel people's stares, and to not fit into the school desk. All of it fascinated him.

Jacob's first day as Nate arrived, and as expected, Jacob became incredibly aroused pretending to be him. Of course, he didn't have Nate's knowledge, but he faked being the fat geek everyone knew. On the other hand, Nate, now in Jacob's body, was basking in all the attention, showing off his physique nonstop. He still had no idea that he probably wouldn't even get into university and was on the verge of being expelled from school. Poor guy

Every single interaction,he felt so turned on pretending to be Nate, playing the heaviest, most obese guy in the whole school. He had a constant erection, though his body fat concealed it, which only turned him on more. He struggled to squeeze into his seat, it took a lot of effort just to walk, and it was hard to button his clothes without his backside showing. All of it got him so incredibly aroused that he had to go to the bathroom multiple times. He also ate like a pig, bringing pounds of food to school and consuming it all. He felt massively heavy by the end of the day. Upon arriving home, he masturbated excessively, eating at the same time so he wouldn't lose any calories. He loved looking at his underwear—it truly was enormous, and it was almost tight on him now. He loved looking at photos or staring at his reflection. Damn, he got so worked up. He would fall asleep with his room smelling of semen and a massive amount of food in his stomach. It was everything he had ever wanted.

Epilogue

Jacob, inside Nate's body, continued living the hottest dream of his life. A year had already passed since the swap, and every single day since the body switch, he masturbated while looking at himself, touching his massive belly and his enormous buttocks. He would burp and pass gas from the sheer volume of food he consumed, staring at his large stomach in the mirror, shaking it, grabbing his rolls, touching them, wiggling them, and admiring how big he was. All of it excited him beyond measure. His parents were used to him being a spoiled kid (even though he was 19, they continued to pamper him), so Jacob only asked them for food to keep getting fatter, along with a few video games. Jacob had actually become quite good at playing on Nate's consoles, perhaps due to Nate's muscle memory. Jacob loved being called Nate because that was who he was now. Every day, he masturbated more than five times to his obese body. He had gained quite a few pounds and bought a scale because he loved watching his weight increase. He masturbated to his enormous belly, so flabby and large, to his massive underwear, to his reflection, and to everything he ate. Throughout that entire year of being Nate, he masturbated to his own body every single day. It was what he had always wanted.

When it was time for graduation, and everyone watched how tightly his graduation uniform fit him as they called his name, he came incredibly close to masturbating right then and there because of how turned on he was. Every day, the only thing he wanted to do was look at himself in the mirror, grope those extra pounds, that belly, and that ass, and masturbate. Without a doubt, it was the best decision he had ever made in his life.

Father and Son, pt. 2

Logan woke up in his bed feeling groggy and confused. Looking down he saw that he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. He had no memory of what had happened once he had gotten home. He didn’t even remember seeing his dad. It was 9 am so he would have left for work by now, but Logan checked Hal’s room to make sure he was gone. Uneasy but with only half an hour to get to class, he made his way to the bathroom to strip and hop in the shower. Lathering soap over his body was normally a mindless routine for him, but this time he found himself enjoying the feeling of his skin getting slick and slippery, making sure to give his pecs a good massage, rubbing his ass for longer than usual, and fondling his penis playfully. Once he was rinsed off, he got out of the shower and dried off in front of the mirror. He raised an eyebrow as he examined his own naked body. Did his cock get bigger? His balls also seemed to have enlarged, and he gave them a light fondle, almost bouncy to the touch. Logan rotated his hips and saw that his ass had also swelled up a little. He patted his butt and almost swore that he heard a squish. Perplexed but still pressed to move on, he went back to his room to get dressed. Looking through his drawers, his eyes fell on a black jockstrap and he felt compelled to wear it. The cup hugged his cock and balls snugly, and his booty felt comfortable being exposed. Hastily he threw on a tank top and running shorts, ate a quick breakfast, and grabbed his bags before setting out in his car. 

Ever since his mother left, Hal was the only one who could financially support Logan. Not wanting to burden too much, Logan had made the decision to commute to college to save the cost of living in a dorm. It wasn’t so bad, he was outgoing enough to make friends easily and he usually ended up spending the night on campus with his friends. He went through his day going to class, having lunch, and then going to the gym. All the while he felt strange in a way he couldn’t quite describe. His skin felt tight and snug, as if his entire body was filled with something. There was especially a lot of pressure in his ass and loins, and he found himself getting quite a lot of erections throughout the day without even thinking about anything. At times he would find his hands moving on their own, traveling under his shirt and caressing the hairs on his chest. In the gym he felt unusually confident, admiring his own muscles as he lifted weights and flexing every time he caught himself in the mirror. He also couldn’t help but check out all the other muscular guys working out. Usually he could keep his cock under control in the gym, but now he was finding himself having to adjust his bulge every now and then. 

Once he was done with his workout he went to the locker room to retrieve his belongings, then found himself in a private bathroom to change. He stripped down to his jockstrap, then looked in the mirror. “Damn, I’m hot,” he muttered. He took a selfie of himself on SnapChat, then checked off all of his hookups to send it to. He saw his dad’s name and checked it eagerly, then stopped. Why did he do that?

His thoughts were interrupted as a loud gurgle came from his stomach and Logan doubled over, his phone clattering to the floor. He looked up at his own reflection, and the face of a teenage boy popped out of his own. “Surprise!” Russ yelled. Russ’ face pulled back into Logan’s, causing him to stumble backwards against the wall. The gurgling in his stomach intensified, then traveled down to his crotch. His ass, cock and balls started to jiggle on their own, throwing Logan all over the bathroom. His cock bounced forward, causing him to stumble over to the sink, and then a boing from his ass made him pull back again. His hips rotated in a circle then thrust forward, and he felt pressure being released from his hardening cock. It felt like he was peeing, but whatever was coming out of his piss slit was just expanding the cup of his jockstrap, feeling cool and slippery against his crotch. Andy’s face popped out of Logan’s waistband, right at eye level with his happy trail. “Whoa, nice view,” Andy said. He looked up at Logan. “Dude, I can’t believe you were able to fit the two of us!” Then Andy heaved upward and Logan groaned in surprise as his ass started to contract and he ejaculated the rest of Andy from his dick, shooting ectoplasm in long spurts until the ghost exited him completely with a pop and floated above him. “Alright babe, he’s all yours!” Andy said.

Just as Andy’s presence had left Logan there was another shift inside him that made him jerk around. Where Andy had vacated the space in Logan’s pelvis, Russ eagerly filled in. Logan could feel his ass, cock, and balls fill with ectoplasm once more. Then his whole body shook as Russ adjusted himself to be the only occupant. Logan groaned as his mouth filled with ectoplasm, feeling the ghost fill him completely. His hands went all over his body, trying in vain to calm its shaking. His pecs were bouncing, his arms were flexing, his belly was churning, his booty and balls were jiggling, and his penis was almost thrashing against the cup of his jockstrap, causing the bulge to throb rhythmically. Andy went behind Logan and gave his perky ass a hard slap, causing him to thrust his pelvis forward hard. Logan swallowed the ectoplasm in his mouth and a boom was heard from within him. His hands came up to grasp his pecs, which were still bouncing. The tremors in the rest of his body subsided, and he smiled. “Wow, it’s so spacious in here now,” Russ said using Logan’s voice, now in complete control of the hunk he had been inhabiting. 

Before it had been time for Hal and Logan to get up, Russ and Andy dressed them and took them back to their respective rooms. Then, Russ vacated Hal’s unconscious body and entered Logan’s, squeezing down his throat as Andy moved down into his ass and cock to make room. With the two ghosts now fitting comfortably inside Logan, they released most of their control over him and let him sleep, waiting until he woke up to observe  from within how he went about his day. 

Russ flexed in front of the mirror, admiring how meaty his stolen body was. His ghostly form felt free and loose flowing inside the jock, and his ectoplasm sloshed around gleefully. He ran his hands along Logan’s smooth skin and gave his ass a nice slap. Then he raised an arm and smelled Logan’s armpits. “Mmmm, gotta love that fresh post-workout smell,” he said.

“You look sexy in him,” Andy said.

“Thanks,” Russ responded with a grin. “So, are you gonna see what dad’s up to?”

“Yeah, he should be home by now,” Andy said. “You think you can play Logan’s part on your own?”

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna see what his friends are like,” Russ said, rubbing his belly and enjoying the touch of his light happy trail.

“Alright,” Andy said. “Have fun being a college jock.” And he floated away, leaving Russ to enjoy his new acquisition.

A king would be more present among his people, lest they start their revolutionary murmurings… but you’re too kind :)

Oooooh, anon, very light work. Suj Khadka (brownboy.fit, brownboyfitt, brownboynz, whatever your flavor). Eee. Zee.

He looks like he’s loving being him all the time, you know what I mean? Like he knows how fucking sick it would be to live in that body and he’s experiencing it anew every day. I’d love to try that.

He’s soooo looooooong, too! He’s like a himbo Gumby! And that mug!

I would really need the transformation to be something I could do at will, with the ability to revert back and everything, just because I know that process would feel incredible. I would just spend hours cycling into him again and again just to feel that stretch and swell, stretch and swell.

I’d find the biggest jockiest man around and wrap my arms around him, gyrating with him while I blew up against him, rubbing all our shit against each other while I grew against him and the like :) you get the point.

But seriously, it would become an issue. Like my friends would tire of me just idly beefing up and out into him constantly, the number of eye rolls omg, there would be side group chats about it. They’d be trying to have a normal time and I’d be like “Wuh-oh, w-w-what’s happening?!” to a chorus of groans, bursting outta my clothes, my face sharpening into his, like I’d be infamous for this.

This is my toxic trait, this is why it’s good for me that I can’t do what I deeply desire to do. If I could do this, my weekends would be over, I’d spent hours by day in the gym and hours by night in the club, living for the cruise, pounding trade ass constantly. Literally always oozing sex.

So yeah, Suj Khadka. Every day of my life, multiple times a day of my life. NEXT!!

I watched Juan navigate the crowded airport with palpable irritation. His frustration was almost tangible, radiating from his pissed-off face. His dark eyes, sharp beneath the brim of his cap, scanned the area with barely concealed anger. His luggage banged into the back of his leg, the wheel on one side refusing to roll smoothly. He cursed under his breath and kicked it, muttering in Spanish.

I followed him closely, my curiosity piqued by his visible irritation. When he reached the counter, the young woman behind it flashed him a customer service smile. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I—”

“Good afternoon, my ass,” Juan cut her off, slamming his passport onto the counter. “I’ve been waiting in this line for an hour. Do your job and get me on my flight.”

The attendant’s smile faltered, but she maintained her professional tone. “I’m sorry for the delay, sir. Let me check you in—”

“Yeah, yeah, just hurry up,” Juan snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. His hoodie stretched tight over his broad shoulders as he leaned in closer.

The attendant’s gaze dropped to his passport as she quickly scanned his information into the computer. I sighed with relief as the line moved forward. At least his behavior wasn’t directed at me.

I followed him onto the plane, dreading the proximity. Juan tossed his bag into the overhead compartment and then plopped into his seat. I moved into the row, taking the seat next to the window. His cologne, a strong woodsy scent, filled the air, and I felt a shiver down my spine. Despite him being such a dick, he was quite hot.

Hours into the flight, the cabin lights dimmed for sleep, but Juan’s legs stretched out, encroaching on my legroom. It was as if he didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

“Dude,” I said, my voice low and annoyed, “would you mind moving your legs?”

Juan turned his head, his dark brown eyes locking onto mine with a penetrating glare. “What?”

“Can you give me some space?” I motioned toward the cramped legroom he was monopolizing.

“What’s your problem, man? You don’t need all that room,” Juan snapped. “What are you, like 100 pounds? You don’t need more space. Stop being such a bitch about it.”

He went back to his movie, leaving me seething with frustration. I decided to show him what it felt like to have your space invaded.

Unaware of what was coming, I focused on the warmth of his muscular legs pressing up against mine, channeling my essence through that contact point. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the pressure.

First, I took control of his leg, making the muscles twitch. Juan didn’t notice, too engrossed in his film. As the flight attendants began their meal service, I moved my control upward into his torso, feeling the strong beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest. Juan breathed deeply, oblivious to my intrusion.

Next, I seized control of his arms, subtly flexing his biceps and forearms. Juan remained unaware, his attention on the movie. The flight attendant reached our row, and Juan prepared to order his meal. I made my final move, flooding his mind and seizing full control.

“Chicken plea-AHH,” Juan’s voice cut off abruptly as I took over his vocal cords. His suave, arrogant tone was now under my command.

I made Juan’s lips curl into a polite smile. “Actually, none for me, thanks. I’m not hungry for that type of food,” I said smoothly. The attendant blinked in slight confusion but moved on. Juan’s stomach growled, but I was too thrilled by the power I wielded to care.

I leaned back in the seat, savoring the strength in every muscle. I wasn’t content just to sit—I had to explore. I stood, stretching Juan’s long legs, feeling the denim tighten over his thighs. With a casual glance around the cabin, I headed to the bathroom.

Once inside the cramped space, I locked the door and faced the mirror. Juan’s handsome face stared back, but it was me behind his dark brown eyes.

“Hey, sorry for being such a bitch about earlier,” I made him say with an apologetic expression. Seeing him apologize felt bizarre but thrilling. I grinned, marveling at his cheeky smirk flashing back.

I flexed his muscles, feeling the fabric of his hoodie stretch over his pecs and biceps. “Glad I could give you back your space and more,” I made him say, lifting his hoodie to reveal his chiseled abs. I laughed at the absurdity of it all and continued to remove the hoodie, exposing his tanned, lean torso.

Seeing his reflection standing there was exhilarating. I felt his jeans strain against his growing member underneath. “Sorry man, I hope you understand that I needed the space earlier because of this,” I mockingly said in his voice as I groped the bulge with his hands. “It was getting a bit cramped as you can see”

I unfastened his jeans and pulled down the zipper, the sound echoing in the confined space. Excited, I slipped out of his jeans, leaving Juan in just his Tommy Hilfiger briefs.

I grabbed Juan’s phone and unlocked it with a bit of effort. Opening the camera, I switched to video mode. Time for some fun.

Looking into the camera, I said, “Fuckkk, this plane ride got me so horny,” palming his bulge and letting the camera focus on the action. I moved his hands into his briefs, breathing heavily with excitement. Slowly, I pulled his briefs down, revealing his thick cock.

I wrapped his hands around his hardening shaft and began pumping. “UGhhHHHhh, I need to drop this thick load n- now,” I groaned, his voice quivering. I aimed the camera at his stiffening member. “Mmmm fuck yeah.” I continued tp pump his shaft while watching his reflection under my control closely. A wicked grin spread across his face. His eyes, usually so intense, were now half-closed with a look of raw pleasure. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were pulled into a soft moan. He looked like he was trying to hold back a bigger groan, his expression a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability. It was a far cry from his usual cocky self, and the difference was striking

I watched myself pump his shaft, the foreskin rolling over the head of his cock. His balls tightened, and I yelled uncontrollably as his orgasm hit. Hot, white seed sprayed out, covering his six-pack.

“Awww fuck yeahhhh that was amazing,” his moans escaping my lips and I let his cock go. “Missed dinner for this,” I said in his voice, gathering his seed and lapping it up "ayyy… muy rico".

I smiled at the screen and ended the video. “Fuck man, you’re a slut,” I said, putting the phone back in his pocket. I pulled up his pants and adjusted the hoodie.

……………….

Juan’s eyes blinked open, confusion flashing across his face as he took in the cramped bathroom, his reflection in the mirror, and the mess surrounding him. He looked down at his disheveled jeans, and the dampness on his abs.

“What the—” Juan’s voice trailed off as he tried to make sense of the chaos. The reality of the mess and the strange salty taste in his mouth hit him with full force. He took a deep breath, trying to regain composure, but the embarrassment and frustration were evident.

Back in his seat, he tried to focus on the remainder of the flight. His legs now within his space and not sprawled out. He glanced at his phone, the last video’s thumbnail visible, and grimaced.

"The fuck happened to me?"

……………….

Juan rushed into his apartment, dropping his luggage hastily by the door. To any onlooker, it would have looked like he was eager to shower and unwind after the long flight. He staggered into his bedroom, he his hurried movements as he stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside with little care.

However, once the clothes were discarded, he stood naked in front of the bedroom mirror with a mischievous grin. He framed the shot and spoke smoothly into the camera. “What a fucking long flight, but looks like I’m ready for round two,” he said, flexing his muscles with a playful smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Looking a Gift Ditto in the Face

Sigh. How long is he going to take to get here? Ever since Dad got that research gig he barely gets the chance to come back home. I basically have to take care of myself all alone. 

Luckily today is the one of those rare weekends. I've been looking forward to it for a while, only.. its almost Sunday night. He was supposed to come 2 days ago. I had an entire thing planned out and everything. Now I'm waiting on the couch for at least a greeting before he has to go back to his job. 

"Dingdong~"

I jump up from the couch and rush to the door. Speak of the Weavile. It's about time.

I open the door to...

the postman.

"Heya sport! Got a package for yah. Just need you to sign the slip."

He hands me a reasonably sized box with a letter stapled to the top.

"..Thanks"

I close the door behind me, placing the package on the table.

I read the letter. It's stamped with the official lab seal.

"Hey Kiddo,

Sorry that I couldn't make it this time. A Joltik took a big bite out of our main machine, and I had to take emergency overtime to deal with it. But I did manage to send over the Pokemon I was planning to bring. A Champion Ranked trainer recently came in for some move testing and they said that we could have this one as a gift. Honestly I was pretty excited when I saw that specimen. It's not everyday you get to see one of them. Now I don't know much about the whole battling thing that the young people are about, but if it's good enough for a Champion, I'm sure this one will be strong enough for you.

Eat Healthy Now,

Dad"

I open up the box to a single Ultraball. That must be what he was talking about. Honestly I'm not that good at Pokemon battles, but it's nice that he thought of me. I wonder what it is..

Well if it was a Champion Rank Trainer then it must be something cool, like a Aerodactyl, ooo or maybe a Metagross. 

I toss the ball on the ground and a bright light flashes as it opens.

Instead of being greeted with a big powerful beast, a little purple blob with a dopey smile sits on my living room floor.

"Ditto!"

Oh. Well I guess that does make sense for a Competitive trainer to have.

I pick it up, looking into its blank beady eyes. It gives a smile back.

It is kinda cute, but I don't have any strong Pokemon for it to mimic. I guess it can go into my box then.

I put back down.

"Di-Ditto?"

 I must not of hidden my disappointment that well. I do feel bad, but I'm content with the team I have now. I turn to the coat hanger and grab my jacket. "I wonder if the Pokemon Center is still open."

"Ditto.....To! Ditto!"

I suddenly hear the signature sound of a transforming Ditto. That's odd. None of my Partner Pokemon are out of their balls right now.

A deep-pitched "Ditto!" comes out from behind me, or rather, up behind me. I turn around.

 To come face to face with Dad in swim trunks?? My jaw drops to the ground. Ditto flexes and gives it's same dopey smile with my Dad's face. My eyes cross over to the picture on the table next to me.

It's a picture of our family's Alola vacation from way back then. My mom and dad are smiling, posing with a Fomantis. Dad looked a lot younger back then compared to right now. In the background I could be seen running away from a Pyukumuku that I accidently stepped on. 

I point to the picture.

"Did you do this?"

"Ditto!"

"That's amazing! I've never seen a Ditto capable of transforming into a person before."

I examine the Pokemon's handiwork. It's almost scarily accurate, down to the individual pores. It's not unheard of for Pokemon to create illusions of being people, but this was on another level than that. A thought creeps into my mind.

"Hey Ditto, can you do a request for me?"

It gives a puzzled expression on my dad's face while cocking its head. "Ditto?"

I pull up a picture on my phone of a beefy muscle bottom in a jockstrap, showcasing his hole to the camera.

"Can you make my dad be like this?"

The Ditto looks closely at the picture, studying it intently, before breaking down its details into pink goo. From the goo, I can see the Ditto's new muscles come into shape. The pieces move around uncannily, settling into their final positions. With the final traces of pink receding, Ditto looks to me for approval, showcasing its work.

"Ditto!"

It's the same familiar nerdy face that I grew up with, but with the hulkish physique of a Black Belt Trainer who has never skipped chest day.

"Hey Ditto, mind if I take a look?"

Ditto shakes its head, answering my question.

I step closer, feeling up the 2 globes in front of me. Despite having the appearance of chiseled firm muscles, they don't have the texture of such. They feel more like the feel of a squishy water balloon, jiggling at the slightest touch. Taking a moment to feel about Ditto's body, I come to the conclusion that it is merely taking the form of muscles, not actually having the understanding of the inner workings of what it's imitating. But something about the way this imitation of the human body jiggles about is really turning me on. I could feel myself growing harder at the thought of it.

"Ditto, do you think you can do another request for me?"

"Ditto! Ditto!"

"Can you take off the strap and pose just like the guy in the photo?"

Ditto nods, getting onto the couch and spreading his legs apart, showcasing his virgin hole.

I take off my clothes and get into position, pressing my rock hard member against my dad's entrance. Ditto seems to not get the intent of my actions, just staring with the same smile on its face.

I then insert my cock into the hole with a resounding "Plap!" as my skin hits the gelatinous cheeks of the Ditto's form. Ditto yelps a little bit, which quickly start turning into guttural moans as I start moving. The inside of the hole is much the same texture of a normal ditto, slimy and amorphous. The tunnel constricts around my shaft, caressing it as I thrust in and out. Big wet plaps resound throughout the house, each one accompanied by the delightful sight of my dad's tits bouncing from the impact. I can't help but  speed up, anticipating a climax. Ditto's useless imitation of a human cock flops around flaccidly, like a dildo made of slime. At the moment of release I pull the doppelgangers face in for a kiss. The Ditto reciprocates, and our lips interlock as my seed fills Ditto's cavity. I dismount, letting the cum dribble out of my Dad's used hole. 

Jeez, what a day. I'm spent. I cuddle up with Ditto, placing my head against one of its massive pillows.

Ditto coos while rubbing its belly, clearly satisfied with the experience. Only.. Ditto's abdomen is softly glowing a faint pink.. and growing. Huh.. that's weird. I pull up my phone, typing: "Why is my Ditto's belly glowing?" 

After a few moments, a the answer pulls up. "A glowing belly is a sure sign that your Ditto is currently pregnant. In 8-9 months, you should expect an egg to be laid, from which you can hatch your new Pokemon. Congratulations."

Wait that can't be right. Ditto morphed into a man. At that moment I suddenly remember a tidbit my father told me once. "Ditto are actually capable of procreating with any Pokemon, regardless of the gender of its mate nor species with almost no limit to its nature. It's truly an enigma to the modern world." 

I look horrified at Ditto, who's just caressing its belly gently, looking at it with another one of its dopey smiles. How am I going to explain to Dad that I fucked the Pokemon that he sent that also transformed to look exactly like him AND got it pregnant. Godddd, its going to be so awkward.

--------5 Months Later-----------

I walk in through the front door, exhausted after a long day.

"Honey I'm home!"

"Ditto!"

Ditto emerges out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pink apron over a large protruding baby bump. Because of the bump, the apron ends leaving nothing to the imagination down there. Not that Ditto notices.

It turns out that Dad took it much better than I expected. He was more excited by the fact that this is the first time a recorded Ditto insemination by a human was performed in over 30 years, so it was a scientific marvel that it even happened. He does comes down to keep tabs on the egg's progress, but still spends the majority of his time over there. I'm not so sad about it anymore though, because I have Ditto to keep me company. It's taken up house duties, learning to clean and cook, though it still hasn't gotten the hang of it yet. Every so often I take Ditto out to town. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, it's perfectly safe to do so. We do get some stares from Ditto's baby bump, but I only get weird remarks from the neighbors when I kiss him before I leave for work.

Honestly my life has only changed for the better since meeting Ditto. I can't even believe that I had ever considered putting them in the Box.

"Looks like it's growing big and strong. You've been so hard at work Ditto."

I grab Ditto's ass, pulling myself close to its ear.

Wardrobe Malfunction

Sometimes you want a break from being the size of an olympic freight train. Sometimes you just want to look cute and breedable, if only for a few days. 

A little while back managed to finally convince one of my bros to let me borrow one of his suits. Despite also being a gym rat, he owns an entire closet of every race and kind of twink you can imagine to go out as. Everyone's always intimidated by my size, so I'm always jealous whenever we go to parties together. He gets to have all the fun, while I just kind of stand in the back. He never lets me borrow them, no matter how much I beg, since they're all very expensive and way too fragile for my hulkish hands, in his words.

But he finally relented last week. Tonight I get to be the little guy this time.

I drove to his place and picked out a body to wear. The entire drive way home I had a big smile plastered on my face as I thought about what it would be like. 

I immediately take off my clothes and squeeze myself into the suit. My broad muscles compressing into the tiny 5'3 frame took much effort, but when I zipped myself up, it felt as if it was just another extension of me. My skin is super soft and smooth, free of gross body hair. And everything looks nice and petite. I spent a good while looking in the mirror, admiring the cute boy in the reflection, when I suddenly hear a loud rip. 

The suit couldn't handle the load anymore and gave in under the pressure, letting my original length shoot out into it. I panic, trying my best to tuck my cock back in, but it doesn't work.

Thoroughly defeated, I send a quick video to my friend.

After a while I get this message:

"What did I tell you dumbass. You should've been more careful. Do you have any idea how much these cost?!"

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to.. Do you have any replacement suits I can borrow?"

"Uhhh No. Not after this."

(Sharing a TF I wrote for @reddarkfox222)

You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.

As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this man’s jockstrap.

You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didn’t think about it again until you began your homework that evening.

You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you can’t resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.

It’s still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. ‘God, this scent is intoxicating’ you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.

For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps don’t seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. You’re so distracted by the feeling that you don’t even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.

The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because what’s the harm in another sniff? You don’t even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.

Laying there all gooned out, you don’t notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume it’s still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.

You can’t take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. That’s when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isn’t the only thing shocking as it’s also about as thick as a beer can now.

It’s a good thing you stripped too as you’re about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesn’t stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.

You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that you’ve seen in museums except a lot hairier!

You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.

The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and don’t even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like it’s a prized oil painting. ‘Thank god I found that jockstrap’ you think as you give the straps a playful snap ‘it’s the only clothing I have that fits.’

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.

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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Creepy Motel

 My football buddy John and I decided to stay at this creepy motel before the game. It was the biggest game of the season, so everywhere was booked out, except for this place.

Apparently it has a reputation for being haunted, especially among sports fans. Not like that would deter us.

When we arrived, there was an eerie wind in the air, but the accommodations were shockingly normal, if not dated. There wasn't anyone at the front desk, but we just figured they were on lunch break and check ourselves in.

As were unpacking, I suddenly felt a weird urge. I turned to John, asking, "Hey babe, how about we have some fun?", my voice sounding weirdly husky. And why would I be calling him babe? I'm pretty sure John has a chick that he's seeing, and I'm looking for a new one after a messy breakup last month.

To my surprise, John agrees, enthusiastically I might add. We strip out of our clothes, our suitcases still on the bed, and begin making out. He's surprisingly a good kisser. Our tongues entangle with each other. 

John begins putting his lips around my cock, bobbing his head up and down. He's really good at it too, much better than any girl I've been with. An audible deep moan escapes my mouth.

I suddenly grab his arms and flip him around, slapping my cock against his mouth. He looks at it, salivating like a dog. 

I grab his head and begin thrusting my cock down his throat rhythmically. John struggles to breathe, but it's clear he's enjoying it.

Being used and liking it.

Night Body Hunting

Me and my friend are really just normal college students. We go to lectures, play beerpong at the local bar, and just do things people our age like to do. But we both have a secret. We're actually both well versed in body possession. Ever since we were both kids, we've always had the ability to jump into other people's bodies and control them. Heck, the only reason we know each other was because I watched him hop into my dad at the playground while I was in his. Since then, the two of us have been inseparable, because as far as we know, we're the only one's in the world capable of it. We would just hang out as other people while goofing off. But as we grew up, a problem began to emerge. There's only so many times you can jump into Mr. Woodsmith during his bathroom break or mess with the professor's assistant. Eventually, you've already been in every body in the town. So we struck a deal. 

Every so often, we drive a few hours away go hunting for bodies to borrow. After we drive to the location, we each take off to scout for a suitable victim, I mean possessee. It could be anyone, spring breakers at Tampa, Atlantic City police chiefs, random suburban dads on their morning jog, anyone that we are feeling at the moment. If we both agree on a target, then the one who is closest will distract them, usually striking up a conversation, while the other sneaks up behind them, invisible to the naked eye, before jumping in.

We then have to act natural to make our way home without being noticed. Loose links are a death sentence for our operation. But once we reach our place, it's time to let loose. We usually each take turns acting as the lucky guy, just really doing whatever. It isn't uncommon to come home from lecture to see that one of us using their body to relieve themselves after a long day of classes. My personal favorite thing to do is jerking off in the quad at 3 in the morning. Even if I do get caught, I look them in the eyes, smile, and continue till I bust. It's not my actual body, so no harm comes to me after I hop out. This one girl didn't know it, but we were actually taking turns fucking her every night for a solid few weeks.

That brings us to tonight.

I was at a 24 hour gym at around 2 am while my bud was scoping the patrons at the diner across the street. There was barely anyone around. Even the staff had gone home, probably not a smart choice for them, but it sure was convenient. But honestly, the pickings weren't as good tonight. No one really stood out, just a bunch of resolutioners trying and giving up after a few sets, and then going home for the night. But there was one person that caught my eye. They were wearing a grey t shirt and gym shorts, soaked with sweat as they were intensely focused on their reps. I could see that they were not one to go for a few months and give up and their body definitely showed that dedication.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"Any luck? It's a total snoozefest over here."

I sneakily snap a picture from across the room.

"How about this one?"

"Oh this one is good for sure. Better than anyone in this dump."

"I'll distract him. Come over by the side entrance. All the staff already left"

I look up from my phone. Looks like he's taking a brief water break. Better not miss this chance.

"Hey are you done using that machine?"

"Oh sure man. Let me wipe it down first."

"Thanks. I'm Geff. I'm actually from out of town, so I've been looking for a new spot to work out.  Honestly, there's not of people around right now, so I was surprised to see someone like you here. Your triceps are really impressive."

"Dawson...."

He eyes me suspiciously, obviously sensing something is up.

 "Yeah it's just the hour. Not a lot of people around, so it's nice to focus on my lifts. I like to come after my shift."

"Must be nice to get the place to yourself." 

In the corner of my eye I could see Darren sneak through the door, making sure to not be in sight of anyone. He gets into position. 

"By the way, how's the weather feel in your kitchen?"

"I'm sorry? What do you-"

He pauses, before smiling and crossing his arms.

"Like a million bucks."

"Say, why don't we go check out the weather in my kitchen, see how it compares."

Me and Darren walk back to the parking lot and get in the car.

"Man we really lucked out with this guy. Imagine if we had came just a few hours earlier."

He flexes his guns, smiling.

I start the car and begin driving.

"Yeah I'd say this hunt was pretty succes-"

In the mirror I could see that Darren had already stripped himself with his hand already around his cock.

"Dude. You couldn't wait until I at least tried him on? We haven't even left the city yet, what if someone recognizes him?"

"Relax bro, it's 2 in the morning. No one will notice. Besides, did you really think I would let THIS go to waste?"

(Reader Request)

"And then he, he..aaahhhh I don't want to talk about it anymoreeeee"

"Shhhhhh, it's ok girl. I have a plan to get back at that jerk soon enough. Let me just call someone real quick"

...

"Hey Cam, I've got a deal for you. Now don't say I've never done anything for you, I think you'ld very much be into this."

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Ughhhh, where am I...

Last thing I remembered, I was sitting in our- I mean my place, when I suddenly started to feel really sleepy. I tried to push through it, but in the end I ended up passing out on the couch. The weird thing is, I could've sworn I saw the door open right before I lost consciousness..

What the... Is this a blindfold?! And my mouth is duct-taped?!!

I thrash around trying to break free, but my hands are also tied to the back of the chair I'm sitting on. 

"Oh? Guess who finally woke up. You were sleeping like a princess"

Is that.. Kylee? Wait, is this because of the breakup? It might've been not the most clean breakup, but it wasn't cause for tying me to a chair blindfolded. And certainly it wasn't my fault it got to this point as is. 

Kylee takes off my blindfold for me. My eyes take a while to readjust, but when they do I manage to see....myself!?

That's my own body checking itself out by the mirror at my ex's place. It keeps flexing, making goofy faces and playing around with my junk through my briefs.

I look down at myself. My six pack abs were replaced with a large flabby belly, my arms and legs severely lacking any meaningful muscle definition. And I know exactly whose body it belongs to..

"Wow, you really outdid yourself this time. This body's great. I'll take good care of it."

"Yeah, I do know my stuff. I've implanted a copy of his memories in your head, only without that nasty personality, so you can pass convincingly enough."

I always knew something was up with that bitch. This is why I had my girlfriend stop talking with her a while back. She kept trying to sabotage our relationship. And I absolutely did not care for her gross brother at all. Sure he was a nice enough person I guess, but would it kill him to pick up a weight for once in his life? But now he in the body that I worked so hard for while he did nothing but laze around.

I glare daggers at the two. Just wait until I get out of this chair. You won't get away with this.

Kaylee notices and grins evilly.

She gets up close, and with a flick of her hand, forcibly spreads my legs apart. Obviously I panic, trying my best to break free from my binds. She pulls down my underwear, revealing Cam's surprisingly large hog. It's even larger than mine. Mine wasn't the most impressive I admit, but this is riduculous. How was he hiding all that? Kaylee then does some sort of air pinching motion, like zooming in on a phone. And then it shrinks rapidly, barely even visible from my perspective.

"Hey, bro. Before you go talk with her, lemme edit something real quick."

She does the same motion but in reverse, and all of my/Cam's stolen size goes into my body, adding onto my on. It visibly grows, stretching against the fabric, throbbing as it waits to be released.

"Oh! Thanks sis! Wait, I should go right now, it's about time."

Cam quickly puts on the clothes I was wearing before, before rushing out of the room.

Kaylee then takes off the tape on my mouth.

"You're insane!"

"Please. It's just the most logical solution. She gets a boyfriend that actually listens to her, Cam gets a new lease on life, and I get some peace of mind. It's a win - win."

"Aren't you forgetting someone!?? How long have you all been planning this?"

"Oh no - one else is involved. If either of them knew what I was up to, they would've never agreed. They're way too nice for that. Too bad I'm not."

Kaylee takes out her phone, showing me her conversation with my girlfriend.

"Guess what girl :3. I've done a little bit of my magic and he should be a much better boyfriend from now on."

"You didn't."

"I did. He feels sorry about the whole thing, and promised (wink) to change. He said he wants to talk at the place where you first met. PS, I've made a few more "improvements" as well."

She turns off her phone.

"I mean it's pretty obvious now, but I've dabbled in witchcraft even before I met your girlfriend. My specialty is mind stuff, so I can augment people if needed. Remember that thing with her parents not liking you and then suddenly changing their mind? Yeah that was a favor for her. They were right honestly, but I couldn't turn down her. You though? There's no saving you now haha."

"And Cam?"

"I just gave him the opportunity and he accepted. Cam's never been able to get with anyone before, so I thought to give him a chance. Should be better than you at least."

The faint sound of the apartment door opening rings into the room. I could hear laughter behind it.

"Oh speak of the devil. Looks like they're back from their date."

The door opens, 

I shout at the top of my lungs, trying to bring an end to this nightmare.

"Babe! Don't listen to him! That's not me! You're talking with an imposter!"

Kaylee laughs.

"Yeah that's not going to work. I've cast an anti perception spell on her from the beginning. There's nothing you can do about anything now. Just enjoy the show."

My girlfriend and Cam in my body step into the room.

"Yeah, sorry for all that babe. It was entirely on me. I promise I'll be a better person."

"It's like I'm not even talking with the same person. Kaylee really did her work on you."

He locks eyes with me, and then looks at Kaylee, my girlfriend not noticing due to the veil.

"Yeah, haha. She really made me into a better man. You could say we're having a fresh start. Is there anything you want to try out? I'm up for anything."

"Hmmmm, how about I check out some of these improvements then~"

She pulls in Cam for a kiss, before pulling down his waistband on my pants.

She begins moving her hand up and down his huge shaft. It's not fair of him to have all of that. That virgin doesn't even know how to use all of that. Cam puts his hands behind his head as he takes it in. I'm sure he's feeling so smug just watching me sit here.

He leans over to her ear before whispering something. My girlfriend nods and strips her own clothes. She shifts her position so that she is laying on her back facing him at the edge of the bed close to me. She is just a few inches away from me. If only I weren't immobilized, I could stop all this.

"Ready, babe?"

Cam gets on top of her, positioning his stolen dick in front of her cunt, making direct eye contact with me as he prepares. 

Kaylee and Cam nod in agreement as he takes charge. My girlfriend moans in tandem with the sound of my voice grunting as rhythmic clapping reverberates throughout the room.

"Don't you feel inferior watching someone else use your body better than you ever did?", Kaylee mocks loudly.

"Now you're just a small dicked virgin loser who has never had or will have pussy in their life. A mircopenis suits you~."

My girlfriend barely manages to make out sentences as she is getting demolished by his cock.

"Ahh Ahhh Have Ahhh Have you gotten bigger somehow? This is Hahh incredible."

"You couldn't even reach her G-Spot before couldn't you? How pathetic."

"This is torturous" I think, before I feel a strange sensation. I look down in horror as my microdick is rock-hard.

"What!?"

I desperately try to make it come down, but no matter what I do it stands proudly, taunting me.

"Hahahaha. Someone enjoying this~. Maybe I should leave you locked up in this room forever. I'm sure she wouldn't have a problem having fun with her boyfriend every night from now on anyway~"

"Shut your mouth."

Cam starts to speed up, it's obvious from his face that he's about ready.

"Babe..Hahhh, I think I'm about to Hahhh cum."

"Me too..."

I close my eyes, not bearing to watch, but they are suddenly forced open by someone.

"I'm not letting you miss the best part, dipshit~"

Cam thrusts one last time. They both moan loudly in sync.

They look into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, before immediately making out. Cam hasn't even taken it out. I shudder to think of the worst case scenario. Kaylee giggles behind me, relishing in the moment.

She lets go of my eyelids. I just sit there, utterly defeated.

"So you got your revenge huh. Are you proud of yourself for this plan?"

"Very much so. Why?"

"Wouldn't someone ask where did Cam go if I'm here? You can't dodge the question forever. And there's no way I would ever cooperate with you to cover up this. I never forget."

"That's a lie", Kaylee snickers. "Did you really think I didn't consider that?"

She places her hand on my forehead. A golden light starts to emanate from her fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"Just copying over Cam's mind over yours. When you wake up, none of this will have happened, and you'll just be my little loser bro again."

"What! You can't just erase me!"

"Yeah, where's the fun in that? I'm banishing you to the back of my bro's head. Just a passenger in his brain. You can scream and cry all you want in there, but no one would ever know, which reduces the headache for me."

I struggle to retain myself what little of myself there is left, but I can already feel my grip on his body loosening until...

Do you know about Genshin? Because Varka is going to release soon, and he is the hottest guy in that game.

I'd be so fun to be in his body. Although I would be to obsessed about being him (and looking at his muscles) to do any of his duties responsibly...

(For visualization purposes, the Traveller is Aether)

"Night, Paimon."

"Good Night, Traveller."

Another long day of adventuring completed. Must've opened every chest on Lempo Isle at this point, and finally finished Aino's request for machine parts. I never want to see another mole or ferret again. Now I get to crash at the Flagship and take a nice day off tomorrow of laying about in my room. Normally, Varka would be loudly drinking at the bar into the early hours of the morning, but ever since the expedition ended, Varka has returned to Mondstadt to finish up the paperwork that comes with it. 

It's been a few weeks now, so the guy must be going stir-crazy from being locked up in his office. Poor guy. But whatever, that's not my problem.

Unfortunately, Paimon has spread herself across the bed somehow, so I have to sleep at the room desk. It's not all bad, I've slept on worse. I set up myself on the chair and close my eyes.

The pillow on my head is actually so soft and comfortable. It feels like I'm drifting across the ocean on a big fluffy cloud. I really need to ask the bartender where he buys them, these would be so handy to have on the road. I continue to fall deeper and deeper until..

"Thowk, Thwak, Thwok"

Training dummies? Who set those up? I'm pretty sure there's not even any space for those outside my window. Oh well, I should go tell them to knock it off...

I lean back in my chair and yawn, stretching my arms in the air.

"Huuuraaaaahhh..."

...

"Wait what the fuck? This isn't my voice."

I open my eyes. staring back at me was a huge pair of pecs, covered in armor and a long coat. And holy, my arms and thighs are massive! Then I look down at my hands. Fingerless gloves? Don't I recognize these scars..

Am I in Grandmaster Varka's body?!

I check out my surroundings.

Bookshelves span across the entire wall, filled with tomes and various trinkets. A large stately desk, which I was resting my head against, had almost every inch of it covered in documents. Light shines through a large window behind my plush chair.

I look up at the ceiling.

Yep that's Noelle's sword stuck up there.

This is Varka's office.

I then notice an envelope stamped with Varka's seal. On it my name is written in nice fancy handwriting.

"To the Honorary Knight,

Hope this letter found you well. I'm writing to you to ask for a small favor from the Hero of Monstadt. As you know, I'm back in Monstadt to take care of the necessary paperwork from our successful expedition. Jean has locked me in my office until I finish the entire thing. The problem is that a sudden emergency requires me to return to Nod Krai prematurely. I know I know, quite the dilemma. So I consulted the fair ladies of the Hexenzirkel if there was anything that they could do, and they come up with this. It was all Alice's idea, and a brilliant one if I do say so myself. Just hang on tight while I finish my urgent mission. I've left a Dodocommunication Device in the bottom drawer so that we can keep in touch if need be.

Thanks in advance,

Varka

P.S. If possible, could you be so kind as to help out with some of my paperwork? I'm sure you can see that I'm absolutely swamped."

I look in the drawer mentioned in the letter. Sure enough there was a little red speaker shaped like an orb, with a little note with Varka's number and a smiley face on the side.

"Ugggghhh, that bum!"

I'm so pissed. This was going to be my day off too. Now I'm stuck babysitting his body, while he's probably getting stone faced drunk at 2 in the afternoon on the other side of Teyvat.

I sigh.

Well, there's nothing left to do but wait. How should I pass the time? Maybe I can get started with the paperwork? Nah, that would be rewarding him for skirting his duties. I've already read all the books AND interacted with every object in here several times earlier back when this was Jean's office..

Wait..

I look down at Varka's body.

There's still something in this office that I haven't inspected yet.

I strip out of Varka's chest armor. His pecs practically jump out from their restraints. I rub them, getting a feel for their weight. They truly are impressive, with a nice squish, but when I flex they almost feel like a second layer of plating. Despite being covered in scars, his skin remains nice and soft too. Crazy if you consider how long he's been out in the field.

I obviously can't stop here, and there's another question still on my mind. I take off his shoes and trousers. Greeting me are two sizable thighs that look like they could crush a boulder and what could be described as a massive slab of meat in the center. Despite wearing the biggest pair of underwear I think I've ever seen, his cock is still just barely peeking out from there, throbbing in anticipation.

I take off the restraints, and it flops out. It has a surprisingly graceful curve to it, which is a little undermined by its size, but still very elegant nonetheless. Touching it unleashes a very strong stimulation, taking me aback. Over this entire expedition he hasn't pleasured himself once? It's practically pulsating. I'll be sure to give it the treatment it deserves after a wait that long.

Another thought crosses my mind..

I get up, and flick my hand in a waving motion.

An interface pulls up, filled with various items that I've collected throughout my journey.

"Aww Yeah! Teyvat really does have its own rules."

I really didn't expect that to work, but I guess since it's still me, I can still access my Inventory. I quickly skim through the list, setting whatever looks interesting on the desk.

Some Whopperflower lube from Liyue, a custom Natlanese pocket pussy, a clockwork vibrator...

And a long range Akasha terminal. I had Nahida hook it up for me so that even if I'm away from Sumeru I can still access it. Technically the Akasha is shut down, but anything uploaded before then should still be available. I'm sure the Dendro Archon wouldn't mind.

I lay out the fruits of my harvest out on the table, smiling to myself.

"Fuck it. No work today!"

Sitting down, I clip the leaf shaped ...thing onto my ear, immediately linking me into the system. 

"Alright! Let's see what's in here."

I scroll the archive while rubbing his cock up and down slowly.

"Hmmmm, this one looks interesting."

It's a video titled "Real Life Miss Hina gets absolutely RAVAGED by Tenryou commission soldiers" with a familiar looking face on the thumbnail. 

Do I know this person? I've definitely seen these ears before.

Eh, best not to dwell on it.

I press on the side of the earpiece, and the video starts. Sounds of moans and the clapping of skin on skin fill my head. Ms. Hina has a really nice ass, and her little dick is swaying with each thrust is super cute. I try to time my pumps with each thrust , but I eventually give up on that endeavor, just going at it without abandon. 

I stand up, facing the window down to the grounds bellow. The knights are diligently training, none the wiser that their Grandmaster is degeneratively masterbating up above. One quick glance and it's all over for me, but the risk only gets me off even more.

Ergh-. I could feel it coming up soon. The sound of Varka's moans are now audibly escaping my mouth as I speed up. There's practically nothing on my mind except continuing to pleasure myself. My breath is running haggard from the exertion.

With a final roar I reach my climax. White ropes of the Grandmaster's pent up seed are strewn all over the window. My cock begins to soften, seemingly content with its purpose fulfilled.

I sit back down in my chair, panting. I should clean it up before someone notices, but I also have the impulse to leave my mark on this room for the next person to find. The thought of someone uncovering Varka's "secret sessions" is stirring me up.

Just then the Dodocommunication Device starts ringing. "Dodo! Dodo! Dodoco!"

I pick up.

"Heaayyy Travellurr! I'm sure you got my note, riiiiight?"

It's the sound of my own voice, but with the slurred speach of a man who has had way too many Firewater Tonics.

"Of course Varka. I've been keeping good care of your body."

"Greeaatt! I've just about finished my urgent business up here, but ummm I think something new has come up again. Real dangerous stuff. Mind if you hold up the fort for a little while longer?"

I look down at myself, flexing my bicep and grinning. Varka's dick perks up at the mention and begins to harden, preparing itself for more.

"Sure. Take all the time you want. I know it must be hard doing the duties of a grandmaster"

"Glaad to hear it. Oh, whoops gotta go now. Talk to you later."

"Traveller there you are! Paimon thinks you've been acting strange all-"

The device cuts out.

Failed Reprise

It may be bad of me, but when I heard that Christian died in a car accident, I was honestly relieved. He bullied me for years. But I didn't know my life would get even worse after his passing.