Felixkerr

Vince found the box sitting on the kitchen table when he came home from class on an otherwise completely average Wednesday. There was no shipping label, only his name written across the lid in thick silver marker. Inside lay a pair of expensive-looking boxer briefs—black, tight-cut, and perfectly folded. A small card rested on top.

FOR SOMEONE WHO NEEDS TO LOOSEN UP.

He took the card in his hand, and flipped it over, but there was nothing else to give him any clue as to where the gift came from or how they ended up with his name on them at his door.

Vince snorted. It sounded like the kind of gag gift his roommate, Marcus, would leave for him. Marcus was always teasing Vince for skipping workouts, complaining about being sore, or refusing to use the gym locker room.

It all started in High school, Jack was a jock who was an athlete, he played sports and was for the most part pretty popular, but he was not like most jocks personality wise, he lack the arrogance or in his case confidence to trust his own intelligence. However this differed from his nerd counterpart name Narco, who was confident for the most part and despite being somewhat decent in appearance, he was actually intelligent and pretty extroverted when is came to socializing, one could say he was a social butterfly.

One day, Jack dated a girl named Destiny who he really liked, she asked him out early on in the school year and they dated for a few weeks, until she broke up with him for one of his jock teammates who she had an affair with throughout the relationship, rather than spare him, she made it known to her peers spreading rumors that she dumped Jack. This caused Jack credibility as a jock to be ruined and rather than try to fight back, he tolerated it which made him look weak and became a running joke.

Jack was so broken that for a while, to avoid humiliation he didn’t even have to strength to be around his teammates and if it weren’t for the sake of school, he wouldn’t even show up and be in his room all day like on the weekends.

However, his luck changed on day when he meet Narco, who saw him sitting at a table by himself with a hood over his head.

Hey aren’t you Jack, that jock who was one of the athletes on the sports team, said Narco.

I was, said Jack.

What happened, someone passed away or you suffered a injury, said Narco.

No, I just don’t want to have any negative spotlight on me, especially after I dated this girl once, said Jack.

You left the team for a girl, said Narco trying to understand.

No, I left because what the break up left my reputation with and how people view me on campus, I’m a laughing joke, said Jack.

Well, you can’t hide forever, you can’t let some stupid jerks and some cruel girl just make you give up on life, which you still have ahead of you, said Narco.

Well, when you put it like that, I guess I never thought of it that way. I have something else I would like to ask you, said Jack.

What is it?, said Narco.

I haven’t been doing well in my grades, see when I left the sports team, I also lost the advantage of not really needing to try and do my schoolwork and now I haven’t really been doing well, moreso since I been to discouraged to put in effort, said Jack.

What are you asking, you need help to study, said Narco.

Yes, I could use your help, said Jack.

Sure thing Jack, said Narco.

Oh sorry, what’s your name so I can properly address you, said Jack.

My name is Narco, said Narco.

It was at this moment, a start of a friendship between the 2 begin. So Narco helped him improve his grades and due to the assistance, Jack didn’t just pass, but he managed to make the top 10 in the school.

Once Jack manages to get his confidence back up through this time, he even decided to get back into playing sports again and as a result, when he started practicing again, he lead the team to victory.

After Jack and Narco graduated, both went different paths in life, but still remained close, especially since Narco managed to become a Salesman and Jack due to not only exceeding in academics, but also received a scholarship to go college.

Jack went to school to complete his general education and to become a part of law enforcement.

Jack and Narco continued to live together and it’s been 2 years since graduation.

At this time, Jack began to discover new things about his identity, one being that he was bisexual and wanted to have relationships with guys.

The problem was that he didn’t have confidence in this field since he never really interacted with them other than school, however, there was a guy name Lance, who Jack saw in a purple suit. He was attracted to him and wanted to talk to him.

Jack then went to Narco for his help.

Hey Narco, said Jack.

Hey Jack, how was your day, you look exhausted bro, said Narco.

Nothing man, just work, school and same old shit, said Jack.

It seems more than that, you seem more worried than ever before and it’s been a while, said Narco.

Well, I meet this guy, said Jack

And what happened, did you talk to him, said Narco.

See, that’s the thing, I’m not sure I can and I need your help, said Narco.

You want me to talk to him for you, said Narco holding back a chuckle.

No, I need your assistance, you now like a wingman, after all your all pretty socially intelligent guy and you make friends easily, said Jack.

Ok, I got a confession that I never told anyone, said Narco.

What is it, said Jack.

I have a special ability that allows me to possess anyone I want, said Narco.

So like a ghost, like Casper and his uncles, first off your still alive and second I think you watch way too much tumblr stories, hehe, said Jack laughing.

But possession isn’t actually real, Narco, said Jack.

I can, let me prove it, said Narco.

Alright then, I’ll humor you, what do I need to do, stand, open my mouth or can you just walk into me, said Jack.

Well I have my ways, first we need to remove our clothes, said Narco.

Why, you can’t phase through them, said Jack.

Well yes, inorganic objects can’t merge Jack, I can only possess living matter, which you without clothes, said Narco.

So both took of there clothes.

Alright, now do you want me to enter the front or the back, said Narco.

The back, said Jack as he sat in the chair thinking over the absurdity of this.

Alright, here I come, you will feel a lot of euphoria like sex basically, but no real pain of course, said Narco.

So Narco started grabbing Jack’s back and merging his legs with Jack along with his other limbs.

Once that process started, he then begin sticking his cock into Jack, and though it physically merged with him like his body, Jack felt like someone was anal penetrating him and it felt amazing.

Lastly, Narco pushed his chest further into Jack and then merged there together. It was at this point when the process was completed, Jack went unconscious and failed to the ground.

After a minute passed, his eyes shot open, but Narco was in full control.

He began to blink his eyes a few times, then started to feel Jack chest and proceed to flex his muscles.

Not just satisfied with feeling them, he also went to a mirror in the house and begin feeling and flexing Jack muscles in it.

Your not just for looks, your the total package, of course I knew as much but seeing and feeling in your body it’s incredible, said Narco.

He then went into Jack consciousness to get his attention.

Hey Jack, you in there, said Narco.

Yeah man, why am I looking in the mirror, I was just out there, said Jack slowly gaining awareness of the situation.

Jack, i’m in your body man, said Narco.

What, where are you, said Jack as he look around not knowing Narco gave him control of his body momentarily.

Look in the mirror, that’s where I am, said Narco almost sarcastically.

Your me, I can hear you but not see you, said Jack.

I allow you control, watch this, said Narco as he regain control of Jack’s body.

Narco started flexing Jack muscles in the mirror to show off the control.

What I’m not doing that, so you are inside of me, said Jack.

Pretty impressive right, said Narco.

That’s sick, said Jack both shocked and impressed by Narco ability.

So can you help me with talking to this guy, said Jack to Narco.

You bet, just leave it all to me or you technically, haha.

Just leave it all to me and sit back and relax bro, said Narco.

Awesome, said Jack.

So Jack( also Narco in his body) got dressed to go to the bar.

Yea, you may want the gray tank top bro, that would look badass, this may cause you to blend in, black colors do that, said Narco.

Time passed and they finally made it to the gay bar.

As they walked, the music was loud playing heavy metal and the people were dancing and other were sitting, talking to there friends in there respective groups.

Wow, I never been to a gay bar, lead alone a bar, said Jack.

Never, you really got to get out more, this is where you start social circles and meet people, said Narco.

As Narco(in Jack’s body) looks around he sees a particular man in a group.

That’s him, said Jack to Narco.

Who exactly, said Narco.

The one that’s getting up to leave and headed towards the bar, said Jack.

They Lance go take a seat at bar waiting to be served.

Let’s head towards him, said Jack.

So Narco(in Jack’s body) goes towards Lance.

I would like 2 shots of tequila, said Lance.

Just when he asked for his order for tequila shots Narco says,

Make that triple and I’ll take the tab, said Narco to the server.

Hey, my name is Jack.

Crazy night, right, said Narco.

Yeah it definitely is, said Lance.

I’ve never heard music like this at the bar, said Narco.

This music plays a lot at this one, I guess you don’t go to bars much, said Lance.

My name is Lance by the way, said Lance to Jack.

Well Lance, it’s nice to meet you, said Narco.

Say have we meet before, said Lance.

Unless we go to college, than probably not, said Narco.

Now I remember, you go to my school, your that athletic guy who sits in the front of the class,

I wouldn’t have the guts to do that, haha, said Lance.

In the mid conversation, Narco(in Jack’s body) excused himself for a moment.

Narco then went to the bathroom depossessing Jack and proceeded to talk.

Alright, I think you got it from here, just be you and talk about your school and about yourself, said Narco.

You sure I got it, what if I fall short and need help, said Jack.

Trust me, you got this, I wouldn’t leave you in a bad situation, said Narco.

Plus, he seems to be attracted to you already, said Narco.

Thanks, also how are you gonna leave, since your not possessing me, you don’t have clothes, said Narco.

Simple, I’ll just possess someone else until I get home, not a problem, plus while i’m at it, I can get me a night stand with a guy and when there tired get there clothes to come home, said Narco comedically.

You seem to have this well thought out, alright I leave you to it.

So the night went great, they drinked and talked about school, one another and through out it all, the were getting closer, even shared a moment.

Four months passed as they spent more time together, they went to the movies to watch a horror comedy, went out to a dinner and when done with school, took a walk on the beautiful campus enjoying the scene and nature.

But this came to a sudden end one day when Jack was expecting him to come over and when he never showed, he called him.

Hey Lance, is everything good, said Jack.

Yeah, I was actually going to call you, said Lance.

Well, I was worried, you didn’t show up and I was worried, said Jack.

Yeah, so I have a confession, said Lance.

What is it, you can tell me anything, said Jack.

It’s over, I don’t want to continue a relationship with you, said Lance.

Before Jack could speak, Lance quickly hung up over the phone, the only sound he heard was the phone beep as it hung up.

This left Jack in a very low state and wanting to distance from other this isolating himself.

For the next few months, he didn’t go out to the Bar and only remain willful enough to focus on his studies and classes to achieve his goals with his only and closest friend Narco.

However, as the days went on, since Narco was promoted to lead at his job as a salesman and he spent time around people who invited him to place, even trips outside of the city.

Jack was left alone more and in hopes of meeting new people or just to be a part of society, he went back out and wanted to get back in his old social group. But not long after, he met a new man who has been in that group since he been out, his name being Trez.

They all introduced him to Trez and like manner to Jack asking him about where his been and what happened while he was away. As the conversation continues, Trez and Jack begin to go more in depth, finding out that they both went to the same college and would be attending the same classes.

So they hung out, studying together, going out place that they both liked and even visited each other houses. After 4 months, there relationship took a much personal tone when one day, Trez came to spend the night and Jack and Narco apartment.

As they were sitting close enough lot take up any distance that would keep them apart in the chair, they were watch a movie.

Hey Trez, you enjoying the movie, said Jack.

Not as much as I’m enjoying your company, said Trez smile as they looked at one another eyes as though they could see the best in one another.

Yeah, I’m enjoying the movie too, said Jack asking he is playfully slapped by Narco making each other laugh.

The environment that was still and warm, became passionate and heated as they started kissing one another. As they proceeded to brew with passion, it escalated to wanting to take it to Jack’s room where they continued round 2.

Trez and Jack takes off there clothes and proceed to kiss again as Trez pushed Jack towards the bed kissing him all over. Trez then removes his boxers and then helps Jack removes his after heard saying.

Do you want this Jack, said Trez.

I want it, I want right it now, said Jack in the most sexual masculine tone a man can speak.

Trez not delaying, playfully pushes Jack towards the bed.

Turn over, said Trez as he takes the lead role in the room.

Pressing up against Jack back as there skin touches one another, Jack back to Trez hard and muscular chest starts kissing Jacks neck hard and back with such passion that Jack can’t contain his moans of pleasure.

Trez then began to start sticking his tougue in Jack’s asshole, eating it out with such curiosity that Jack was squeezing his bed as one clinging to dear life as he moan in ecstasy.

Trez proceeds to stick his thick rod in Jack’s asshole thrusting it in and out with such skill, it didn’t take long for Jack to become fully erect.

Before Jack can start rubbing one out, Trez doesn’t allow it to happen as while thrusting he grabs Jack’s hands and press them in a surrender position against the bed.

Jack’s moans of pleasure as Trez takes it to the next level that they can be heard a few rooms down.

As the climax is finally reached, Trez proceeded to thrust while Jack continued to receive it as he tighten his ass muscle around his cock.

When both could no longer contain it as they blew their loads, Trez into Jack’s hole and overwhelmed with that climax he shot his all over his abs, bed and floor.

Tired and exhausted they lie next to one another, wrapped in each other manly embrace of passion as they slept.

Theo's POV

I never thought my twelfth birthday would end with doctors asking if my twin brother could move into my head, but that’s exactly how it went down.

Carson and I were identical twins—same messy brown hair, same green eyes, same smirk when we were up to no good. But I was the one tearing around the neighborhood on my bike, getting picked first for pickup games, and cracking jokes that had teachers shaking their heads with a grin. Carson was the quiet one. Smarter in that bookish way. He’d rather build massive Lego cities than chase a soccer ball, but we still did everything together. Until we didn’t.

I heard most of it secondhand. Mom pulled me into the hallway outside Carson’s hospital room, eyes red and puffy. Dad stood beside her, arms crossed so tight his knuckles were white, looking more exhausted than I’d ever seen him.

“The doctors say the disease is tearing up his nervous system,” Mom said, voice cracking. “They want to put him in a medically induced coma so his body can rest and try to heal. But Carson… he lost it when they told him. But he doesn't really have a choice.”

I shifted my weight. “So now what?”

Dad rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s this experimental procedure they’re testing. They can transfer his consciousness into another living person—share the body.”

I stared at them. “Share… with who?”

Mom glanced at Dad before answering. “They offered your father or you. Carson picked you, Theo.”

My stomach did a weird flip. “Me?”

Mom squeezed my shoulder. “It’s temporary, sweetheart. A few months at most. He’s been through hell already—the tests, the pain, missing everything. He just wants to feel normal again. Run around, play outside, be a kid. You two can switch who's in control whenever. The doctors swear it’s safe.”

I looked down at my sneakers. Part of me wanted to say no. This was my body. My life. I was the one who had soccer practice, who got invited to sleepovers, who everyone at school knew as the fun twin. But Carson was lying in that room looking small and scared, and the guilt they were laying on me was heavy.

“He really chose me?” I asked.

Dad nodded. “Without hesitation.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay. If it helps him get better… yeah. He can share with me.”

Mom pulled me into a hug so tight it hurt. “Thank you, Theo. You’re a good brother.”

---

They didn’t waste time. The next afternoon, after a bunch of tests and forms that our parents signed, they brought Carson and I to a procedure room. He looked pale and nervous, but when he looked at me he gave a weak smile.

“You sure about this?” he asked, voice small.

I tried to sound like my usual confident self. “Dude, it’s gonna be weird, but we’ll figure it out.”

The doctors placed the sensor bands on both our heads, explained the controls one more time—basically a mental “push” to switch who was driving—and started the process.

I felt a strange buzzing behind my eyes, like static in my skull. Then everything went fuzzy for a second.

When it cleared, I was still in my body… but I wasn’t alone.

I could feel him there. Not like a voice exactly, more like another presence in the back of my mind. Quiet. Waiting.

Hey, I thought, testing it. You there?

Carson’s reply came through hesitant but clear. Yeah. This is so strange.

Out loud I said, “Okay, this is officially the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to us.”

The doctors asked if we could switch. Carson mentally nudged me over, the way they’d described, and suddenly I was… watching. My own hands moved without me telling them to. Carson sat up straighter, looked around the room with my eyes, and smiled—my smile, but softer, the way only Carson smiled.

“Cool,” he said with my voice. “I can feel everything.”

He flexed my fingers, then reached up and touched my face like he was making sure it was real.

After a minute he receded, and I was in control again.

---

The first couple of months were weird, but not as bad as I thought they’d be.

Carson stayed mostly quiet in the back of my head. He almost never asked to take over. I’d feel him there, watching everything—soccer practice, riding bikes with the neighborhood kids, laughing at lunch with my friends—but he was happy just riding along. Like a normal kid again.

This is awesome, he’d think sometimes when I was kicking a ball around or eating pizza after a game. That was about it. No big conversations, no fighting over control. I’d offer to switch sometimes, but he’d always say he was good. I kept living my life, and he got to tag along without anyone knowing. It actually felt kind of nice having him there. Like old times, but quieter.

Then things started to go sideways when we found out his body wasn't getting better.

At first it was just small updates from the doctors. “Some setbacks.” “Slower progress than we hoped.” Mom would come home from the hospital looking drained, and Dad would sit at the kitchen table staring at nothing. I could feel Carson getting more tense in the back of my mind, but he still didn’t say much.

By month four, the hope was gone. The disease had done too much damage. Carson’s body wasn’t going to wake up the way they wanted. Not ever.

We had the conversation as a family one night after dinner. Mom and Dad looked wrecked. I sat there with my arms crossed, trying to act like the strong one.

“We can’t put him back in there just to die,” Dad said quietly.

Mom nodded, eyes wet. “The doctors say… it could be any day now. Or it could drag on for weeks. But there’s no recovery.”

I felt Carson shift inside my head. Not words, just a heavy kind of sadness.

“So what?” I asked. “He just stays with me forever?”

Dad looked at me. “For now, yeah. Until we figure something else out. You’ve already been doing it for months, Theo. You’re handling it like a champ.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to say this wasn’t supposed to be permanent. But every time I thought about shoving Carson back into a dying body, I felt sick. He was my brother. My twin.

“Yeah,” I said finally, keeping my voice steady. “We’ll keep sharing. It’s fine.”

Carson didn’t say anything, but I felt a small wave of gratitude from him.

A week later, Carson’s body died in the coma.

The funeral was on a gray Tuesday. I was wearing the itchy black suit Mom made me put on. My friends from school had come, and a bunch of relatives I barely knew kept patting my shoulder and saying how sorry they were.

Suddenly, I felt Carson surge forward without warning. My body stood there completely still while the casket went down. No tears, no shaking, just staring straight at the grave with my face set hard.

Carson? I thought. Hey, talk to me.

Nothing. He didn’t answer. I tried for the first time to force my way back into control of my body, but he didn't let me. Didn’t even seem to notice I was there. He just kept control. It was almost as if his presence was stronger in my head than mine was.

For the next three days he stayed in charge. He went to school as me, sat through my classes, answered when teachers called on him. He even played soccer at recess, but quieter than I usually did. My friends noticed something was off and asked if I was okay. Carson just shrugged and said, “Yeah, I’m good.”

I tried to take over every night when we were alone. He blocked me every time. No explanation. No conversation. Just silence.

By the fourth day, he finally let me push through while he was brushing my teeth before bed.

I spat out the toothpaste and looked at myself in the mirror. “Carson… you good, man?”

He didn’t answer right away. When he did, his thoughts felt exhausted. Yeah, I'm fine.

I wanted to say more. To ask why he shut me out, why he wouldn’t even talk to me. It felt strange having him lock me out like that in my own body. Uncomfortable. Kind of violating, if I was honest. But I bit it back.

He’d just watched his own body get buried. He’d lost everything except this—except me. If he needed a few days to just… be a normal kid, I could deal with it.

“Alright,” I said out loud, keeping my tone casual. “Whenever you’re ready. I’m here.”

I didn’t push it after that. But deep down, I was already wondering how long we could actually keep doing this.

---

A few years went by and somehow this became our normal.

By the time we hit sixteen, I had it down to a system. School days? Carson took the wheel. He’d sit through classes, grind through homework, ace the tests, and even show up for the volunteer shifts at the animal shelter that looked good on college apps. I’d check out in the back of my own head, thinking about who I was texting later or which party I could sneak into that weekend. It worked. He got straight A’s, I got to stay popular. Win-win.

To deal with the high stress of our unusual arrangement, Carson took up weight lifting. He’d wake up super early, take over control, and spend two hours in the basement with Dad’s old bench press while I was still half-asleep. By junior year our body looked fucking incredible—broad shoulders, arms that filled out t-shirts the right way. Girls noticed. I made sure to enjoy that part.

In fact, he let me have all the fun—spring break road trips down the coast, summer parties at the lake, Friday nights where I’d sneak out after Mom and Dad went to bed. I’d hook up with whoever was into it and Carson would stay quiet in the back, never complaining.

But as much as he did all the hard work for me, I still started to resent having to share my body with him. I never said it out loud, but some nights, lying in bed, I’d feel him there and think about how nice it would be to have my head to myself again. Just for a day. An hour.

It didn't help that Carson also became our parents' unequivocal favorite after all this. To them, Carson was the golden boy. Good grades, polite, always offering to help around the house. Then when I was in control, I was always getting up to trouble in their eyes.

One night I came home past curfew, still smelling like bonfire smoke and some girl’s perfume. Mom was waiting in the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Theo, this is the third time this month. You’re out all hours, not answering your phone—”

“It was just a party,” I said, keeping my voice easy, flashing the same smile that usually worked on everyone else.

Dad walked in, looking disappointed. “We wish you could be more like… well, like your brother.”

Mom sighed. “Carson never pulls this. He’s focused. He actually cares about his future.”

I smirked, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “Oh yeah? If you like him so much, here.”

I shoved control forward hard. Carson took over mid-step, blinking as he adjusted.

“Mom, Dad, it’s me,” he said quietly with my voice. “Theo was just out with friends. I’ll make sure we’re both on top of things tomorrow.”

They softened immediately. Dad clapped him on the shoulder. “Thanks, son. We know this isn’t easy on either of you, but you’re handling it so well.”

I stayed in the back, arms crossed in my mind, letting him soak up the praise while I stewed.

It happened a couple more times that year during bigger blow-ups. They’d start in on me for being lazy or staying out too late, comparing me to Carson, and I’d force the switch right there. He never complained to me about it afterward. He’d just think, You good?

Yeah, I’d reply. I’m good. But fuck I was annoyed that my parents couldn't see how unfair they were being to me after I'd given up everything to help Carson.

---

We got the Oxford letter in the spring of senior year. Astrophysics. I didn’t give a damn about what Carson decided to study as it got us out of the house. I’d been pushing for somewhere big and loud back home — ASU, Clemson, Auburn — parties every weekend, football games, girls everywhere. But Oxford? I had to admit it sounded good coming out of my mouth.

“Yeah, heading to Oxford in the fall,” I’d say at parties or when people asked. Their eyes would light up. The muscular jock who was also smart enough for Oxford. I loved that shit. Loved the way girls started texting me more once the news spread.

So we moved to England. New city, new appartment, new life. At first it felt like freedom.

Then the coursework hit.

Carson insisted on being in control all the time to keep up with it. He would grind through the material late into the night most weekdays and during the day on the weekends. I’d then only get to be in control on weekend nights where I would waste no time hitting the pubs and chatting up girls.

Still, Carson would always be pushing to go back home those nights. Theo, we need to catch up on orbital mechanics before the next tutorial, he’d push. I’d wave it off. Chill, man. We’ve got this.

I'd be lying if I said tension wasn't already building between us, but things came to a head when he met Davie.

It was in a physics study group. This guy — slim, dark curly hair, sharp smile — kept hanging around with us after all our other classmates left, asking questions that he seemed like he already knew the answers to just to make Carson feel smart.

One night night, back in the flat, Carson spoke up in our mind while I was in control scrolling on Instagram.

Theo… I need to tell you something.

What’s up?

I’m gay. I’ve been sure for a while. Didn’t want to say anything before. But… I like Davie. From the study group. I want to ask him out. Just a coffee date or something.

I froze. Oh, ok. I thought back. Dude, that’s fine by me.

Relief washed through him. Thanks.

But asking him out? I pushed. I don't think you should do that. People will think I’m gay. That shit will spread around campus. And that shit will kill my cred with the girls.

Carson went quiet for a second. Then: It’s not fair, Theo. You get to party every weekend. You get to hook up, have fun, live your life in this body. I’ve been carrying the schoolwork, the volunteering, everything hard for years. I deserve to be happy too.

I felt a flash of guilt, quickly buried under irritation. Yeah, well, this is still my body. You're lucky I'm letting you live in it at all.

He didn’t argue after that. But I could feel him thinking.

The next study group was a few days later. I figured we’d review the material, then I’d take over and head to a party I’d heard about. But when the session wrapped up, Carson stayed in control. I tried to push forward. He held firm and kept me out.

Davie was packing up his notes. Carson walked over and cleared his throat.

“Hey, Davie,” he said, voice calm but a little nervous. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab coffee or a drink sometime. Just us. Like… a date.”

Davie’s face lit up with a surprised, genuine smile. “Yeah. I’d really like that. Tonight work?”

Carson smiled back with my face. “Tonight’s perfect.”

I sat in the back of my own head, stunned, watching the whole thing happen. Davie gave us his number, and they set a time. As we walked out of the library, I tried again to take control. Carson wouldn’t let me.

Carson. What the hell?

He didn’t answer. Just a quiet, determined feeling from him as we headed back to the flat to get ready.

Carson stayed in control the whole evening. I was stuck in the passenger seat, watching everything unfold like a bad movie I couldn’t pause.

He met Davie at a small café near campus just after seven. They grabbed drinks and ended up talking for hours. Davie told stories about growing up in Manchester, his terrible attempts at cooking, and how he wanted to work on satellite design after graduation. Carson laughed easily with my voice and opened up about the pressure of Oxford and how much he loved weight lifting to clear his head.

“You’re not at all what I expected when I first saw you in study group,” Davie said at one point, grinning. “You’ve got this whole confident jock thing going on, but you actually care about the material. It’s refreshing.”

Carson smiled. “Yeah, well… there’s more to me than people think.”

They closed the café down. When it was time to leave, Davie hesitated, then asked, “Want to come back to my flat? It’s not far. We could watch a movie or something. No pressure.”

Carson didn’t even glance back at me for permission. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Back at Davie’s small, messy flat, they put on some sci-fi movie I’d never heard of. They started on opposite ends of the couch. By the middle of the film, Davie had shifted closer. He reached over and laced their fingers together. Carson’s heart — my heart — started hammering. I could feel the flush in our cheeks.

Davie’s other hand moved slowly, resting first on my thigh, then sliding up to squeeze the muscle there. “You’re really strong,” he murmured, almost shy. His fingers traced up to my bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. “This is… impressive.”

Carson stayed quiet, but I felt how fast his breathing had gotten. When Davie leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, then deeper, Carson froze for half a second before kissing back.

Our heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might explode.

Davie pulled back a little, smiling. “You okay?”

Carson swallowed. “Yeah. I’ve… never done this before.”

Davie raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. “Wait, really? I just assumed—”

Carson cut him off quickly, voice a little embarrassed. “No, I mean… never done this before with a guy.”

Davie’s expression softened. He brushed a thumb over our knuckles. “How is it? Do you like it?”

Carson nodded, still catching his breath. “I like it a lot.”

They kissed again, slower this time. After a minute, Davie pulled back just enough to look at him curiously.

“So why now?” he asked. “Why with a guy? Why me?”

Carson gave a small, easy smile. “Because you’re really hot… and you haven't stopped making eyes at me in study group. Kinda made it impossible not to go for it.”

Davie laughed softly, clearly pleased, and pulled him in for another kiss.

I sat in the back, jaw clenched, saying nothing. But the resentment burned hotter than ever.

After the kissing got heavier, clothes started coming off. Davie’s hands were all over my chest and arms, squeezing the muscle Carson had built. Carson was breathing hard, letting it happen, following the heat.

They moved to Davie’s bed. Carson was on top, and things escalated quickly. He lined up and tried to push in all at once, the way I’d done with plenty of girls. Davie’s eyes widened and he let out a sharp scream, grabbing onto my shoulders.

“Fuck— wait!” Davie gasped.

Carson froze immediately. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Davie laughed breathlessly, even though his face was still tight. “No, you’re good. You’re just… way too big to shove in like that without warming me up first. Go slower, yeah?”

Carson nodded, embarrassed but eager. He pulled back, took his time this round, using his fingers and more lube until Davie was relaxed and pushing back against him. When he finally slid in all the way, Davie moaned loud, his hole tight and hot around us.

“God, that feels good,” Davie breathed.

Carson started moving, finding a rhythm. He had watched me hook up enough times that his form was solid—deep, steady strokes that had Davie gripping the sheets. But this was different. Davie’s hole stayed so tight, clenching around us with every thrust. Carson groaned with my voice, hands roaming over Davie’s chest and sides.

They started feeling each other up more. Davie ran his hands over my biceps and abs, squeezing hard. “Flex for me,” he said, voice rough.

Carson paused mid-thrust, looking a little awkward, then clumsily flexed my right bicep. The muscle popped up tight. Davie grinned and kissed it. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Carson got bolder. He grabbed Davie’s hips, lifted him up while still inside, and fucked him in the air for a few strokes like he weighed nothing. Davie’s eyes rolled back. “Holy shit, Theo—”

Then Carson set him down gently and flipped him over into doggy style. He pressed in close from behind, wrapping one arm around Davie’s chest in a hug while still thrusting. He kissed the back of his neck, surprisingly tender. Davie pushed back against every stroke, moaning.

Carson reached around and wrapped his hand around Davie’s uncut cock, stroking him in time with his hips. Davie was throbbing hard, leaking all over my fingers.

They switched again. Davie climbed on top, riding cowboy. He bounced faster, taking us deep, his own cock slapping against my abs. Carson kept one hand on his hip and the other stroking him.

“I’m close,” Davie gasped.

He came first, shooting across my stomach in thick streaks. Carson didn’t hesitate—he scooped some up with his fingers and licked it off, tasting it. Davie watched with wide, turned-on eyes.

That pushed Carson over the edge. He gripped Davie’s hips tight and came deep inside him, groaning loud with my voice as our body tensed and released.

They collapsed together, sweaty and breathing hard. Davie curled up against my chest, and Carson wrapped an arm around him. They fell asleep like that, cuddling close under the blanket.

Carson finally drifted off, content. I didn’t say a word to him that night.

Carson stayed in control for the rest of that week. He spent most nights at Davie’s flat. I felt everything — the laughing, the making out, the sex. He was getting more confident each time, learning what Davie liked. I tried to push for control constantly, but he kept me locked in the back.

By the following Saturday evening he finally let me back in. I didn’t waste a second.

I took over and headed straight to the pub. I was pissed. I drank hard, shot after shot, trying to shake off the week of being trapped in the passenger seat while he lived out whatever this new life was. I flirted with a couple girls, but I was too sloppy. They gave me weird looks and moved away. Everything after that is a blur. I have no idea how I got back to the flat.

I woke up the next morning with a brutal hangover. Sunlight stabbed through the curtains. And Carson was back in control.

Carson? I thought immediately. Give me the body back, man. I feel like shit.

He didn’t respond. He just got up, walked to the kitchen, and picked up the phone like I wasn’t even there.

“Mom? Dad?” His voice — my voice — shook as he spoke. “It’s Carson. Something’s wrong. Theo went out partying last night and… when I woke up I couldn’t hear him anymore. His voice is just gone. I feel completely alone in here. I don’t know what to do.”

I started screaming inside. Carson, what the fuck are you doing? I’m right here!

Our parents’ voices came through the speaker, calm. Worried for him, but not panicked. “Sweetheart, don’t freak out,” Mom said gently. “Just breathe. It’ll be okay. You’ll figure it out. We’re here for you.”

Dad added, “Stay safe. We love you. Call us if anything changes.”

I felt sick. They didn’t even sound that upset. Like losing me was just another complication for their golden boy to deal with.

Carson hung up, walked back to the bed, and lay down. He pushed our shorts down and started slowly stroking our cock, eyes half-closed, thinking about Davie. About how good it felt to fuck him.

Carson! I screamed. Stop this. Talk to me!

He finally answered, voice cold in my head. “Shut up, you dick. I can hear you. You know what? I am so sick of this. I think I’ve been able to do this since the beginning, but I never wanted to try because it would be awful. But I’m done with your shit, Theo.”

What are you talking about? I thought, panic rising. Stop messing around.

He kept jerking off, steady strokes, while he flexed our right arm, admiring the bicep in the mirror across the room. I felt him start pushing. My presence got squeezed, shoved into a smaller and smaller corner of our brain.

I screamed louder. Carson! Don’t! Please!

He ignored me, breathing heavier, stroking faster. His thoughts were full of Davie — tight heat, moans, the way he’d looked up at us. Our body tensed, muscles hard. I felt weaker, smaller, like I was fading.

Carson, I’m your brother! Stop!

One final hard stroke and he came, groaning as he spilled over our hand. In that moment the pressure became unbearable. He shoved hard, and I was ejected. Everything went white.

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Carson's POV

I lay there in the quiet of the flat, chest still heaving a little, staring up at the ceiling through eyes that were finally, completely mine. Theo’s body—my body now—glistened with streaks of my own cum across my abs and chest. It felt warm, messy, real. I dipped two fingers into the biggest pool of it, scooped some up, and slowly rubbed it across my pecs, spreading it in lazy circles over the muscle I’d built for years. The smell hit me—thick, masculine—and a low groan slipped out of my throat. Theo’s throat. Mine.

Part of me waited for the guilt to crash in. I’d just erased my own brother. My twin. But the longer I rubbed that slick warmth into my skin, the more that little voice faded. Nah. Fuck that. Theo had been treating me like a parasite for years. Using me for grades, for the heavy lifting, for keeping our parents off his back while he partied and fucked whoever he wanted in my downtime. This? This was justice. Long overdue.

I reached over for my phone and opened the camera. The screen lit up on my face: flushed, hair messy. I angled it down, capturing the shine across my chest and stomach, my spent cock still half-hard against my thigh. Click. Perfect.

I typed out the text to Davie, smirking the whole time.

Me: Partied a little too hard last night. Woke up like this and all I could think about was how much better it would’ve been if you were here to wake up next to me. Wanna come over and spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled up in bed?

I hit send, then admired the selfie again before putting the phone down. Yeah… I’m definitely making this guy my boyfriend. For real. Mom and Dad are gonna be so happy I finally have a steady relationship after all these years of “me” being the responsible one. They’ll eat it up—proud of their golden boy settling down with a nice British guy.

I ran my hand down my stomach again, smearing more of the cum lower, fingers brushing over my cock. It twitched hard, thickening back up fast. Fuck. This body was all mine now. Every inch. The broad shoulders, the arms that could lift Davie like he weighed nothing, the dick that made him moan like that. No more sharing. No more passenger seat. No more Theo.

All mine. All mine. All mine.

My cock throbbed fully hard again in my grip, and I laughed low and satisfied, giving it a slow stroke as I waited for Davie’s reply. This was just the beginning.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! And how the hell would this even work? It’s impossible!”

“Come on, dude!” Shuji leaned in. “Just this once! I know it works. I sprayed it on a rat, and now it’s a freaking cat! Trust me!”

“No! I’m not turning into him! Why don’t you do it instead?!”

“Cause…” Shuji’s voice dipped and a little desperate

“You’re perfect for this, okay? And besides, wasn’t it you who said it’s your fantasy to become someone else? You literally told me when you were drunk. This is your chance to live it! I’m just trying to help you!”

Putra froze. The memory crept back slowly, Shuji with a beer, and his drunken confession slipping out like spilled liquor. Dammit. Sure, the thought of becoming someone else is literally had always been a strange thrill for him. But this…

“Look, I just want you to be Neff. That’s it. I need revenge, and you’re my only hope! Please, I’m beggin’ you…”

Putra sighed, his resolve softening

Neff was Shuji’s new roommate, the typical jock bro of the campus. Sexy, charming, masculine, a football player, and sometimes an asshole. Rumor had it that he had slept with half the campus, guys and girls. Shuji had been roommates with him for six months now, and the kind of revenge he had plotted against Neff remained a mystery…

“What if I screw up?? What if the plan goes wrong?! Have you even thought this through, Sooj?” Putra asked

“No, you won’t. Trust me.” Shuji replied

“Then how can I be him? You got a polyjuice potion with his hair or sumthin?”

Shuji smirked as he pulled out a can of spray from behind his back and held it up like it was a fantasy sword

“This will do~”

Putra stared at it, deadpan. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind…”

“Ugh, come on! Take your clothes off.”

“What?! Are you serious now?”

“Yes! All of it.”

Putra groaned, pulling off his Resident Evil T-shirt and tossing it onto the couch. “This is fucking insane…” He yanked his pants down, leaving him in nothing but a pair of green briefs.

“There…”

Shuji nodded but then, “Uh… those too.” His face was turning redder by the second

Putra glared at him. “Jesus Christ, Sooj...”

“Just do it!” Shuji shouted, trying to mask the crack in his voice. His hand clutched the spray can tight. Grumbling, Putra stripped completely, his tanned skin catching the light

“Alright. Now what? Is this gonna hurt?”

“I’ll spray you, and then… well, you’ll see.” Shuji’s grin turned wicked as he started coating Putra’s body. The liquid mist clung to his skin like a second layer, shiny and sticky..

“Ugh, this feels disgustin…” Putra muttered. “What is in this stuff?”

Shuji smirked and dashed back to the bedroom, returning with Neff’s favorite shorts, the Land Rover shorts he always wore when working out or hanging with his “bros.”

They were fresh from his latest workout, still warm, slightly sweaty, and smelling musky

“Hehehe~ ohh, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Shuji smiled, holding Neff’s shorts and shoving them to his face, inhaling deeply

“Ahhh~”

Putra cringed at the sight. “Are you sure this is gonna work…?”

“How many times do I have to say yes to you, Pat?” Shuji replied annoyed

“I’m just askin’, alright..Jesus, you pervert, crazy bitch!” Putra shot back

“Now wear this.” Shuji commanded, handing Putra the shorts

Putra pulled them up reluctantly, but the moment the fabric touched his skin, a shock of pleasure bolted through him. “Ohhh…” He yanked them off and threw them across the room, his body trembling.

“What the hell was that?!”

“What the fuck, Pat?! Why did you do that!”

“It feels weird… my skin reacts in a weird way…” Putra explained, his voice shaky

“Then it’s working!” Shuji exclaimed. “Come on, just wear it!”

“No way I’m putting those back on!”

“Yes, you are! Stop being a baby.” Shuji handed them back, and this time, Putra gritted his teeth as he slid the shorts on. A moan escaped his lips

“Ohh… my god…mmph…” he gasped, his breath ragged

Shuji watched, his excitement growing

“Can’t believe his shorts fit you..”

“What happened nex— AUGH”

Putra’s body felt unbearably hot. His skin began to shift and lighten, his natural Indonesian tan transforming to a pale tone. His smooth legs prickled before sprouting thick, dark hair, the change spreading like wildfire

Then came the cracking of his bones, sharp, and jarring. His body stretched, lengthening until he reached a towering 6’2”

His limbs quivered as muscle swelled beneath his skin, arms and legs bulking up until they were thick and powerful. His round belly flattened, abs replacing it

Dark brown hair spread across his chest and stomach, adding to the newfound ruggedness. His shoulders broadened. His chest ballooned outward, pecs becoming full and rounded, bouncing with each breath

His nipples hardened, the sensation strange and intense, their color shifting to a sensitive brown

A sudden jolt of pleasure hit him from within, radiating from his prostate. Putra let out an involuntary moan as his body trembled

His arms, now rippling with strength, flexed instinctively. “Ohh mmph…” he murmured

The transformation continued downward. His small cock twitched violently, growing longer, thicker, until it stood proudly, almost alien in its size and girth. His balls swelled, becoming heavy, full, and filled with potent sperm, like they were ready to burst... His pubes grew out into a thick, untamed bush, and an earthy, musky scent filled his nostrils

Another crack echoed as his face began to reshape. His boyish roundness gave way to a strong, angular jaw. His flat nose sharpened and became more pronounced. His thick lips thinned and stretched into a charming, almost cocky smirk

His thickening eyebrows framed his eyes, which sparkled with a newfound intensity. His bald head grew a set of stylish brown hair, styled exactly like Neff’s, and a puff of steam hissed from it, releasing Neff’s distinct, natural scent

“Nghh…” Putra moaned softly, his lips parting as he caught a whiff of his own hair musk

His body wasn’t done yet. He lifted his arms, revealing smooth pits that suddenly erupted with a bush of dark hair. Another hiss of steam escaped, and the potent musk of Neff filled the room

Shuji, frozen, he could only stare in disbelief. “Putra…?” he whispered, his voice trembling

Putra blinked slowly, swaying as if caught in a dream. “Mmph…” he groaned, steadying himself as the transformation reached its peak

“Pu… Putra? Are you okay??” Shuji asked, stepping closer

“N-Neff…?” He asked again

Putra’s body jolted, his transformed cock twitching in response. His eyes fluttered open, still dazed. His muscular pecs twitched as if it were waking up on its own

“S-Sooj…? What… what just happened?” His new voice was deep and unfamiliar, even to him

Shuji stammered, his mouth opened in shock. His childhood best friend was now a replica of his roommate crush

“It worked….”

“S-Sooj… whoa, my voice!” Putra exclaimed, shocked to hear his voice

“What worked?!” then Putra snapped

He grabbed Shuji’s shirt in a grip, so strong it made the fabric strained

“What the hell did you do to me! Yo, change me back!!”

“I-I can’t…” Shuji responded, his voice barely a whisper

“I… I didn’t mean for this to happen!” he stammered

“What do you mean you can’t?! What the hell did you do to me, Sooj? Change me back—Erghhh!!”

Putra’s body suddenly jerked. “Argh!!” he screamed, clutching his head. His face twisted in agony

“Fuck!! My head!!”

“Putra! No!!” Shuji cried, grabbing him as his legs buckled. “Please! I’m so sorry!”

Putra fell limp in his arms, his muscular body still and unresponsive

Shuji panicked. “No, no, no, no…” He lowered him to the floor, slapping his face gently. “Putra, wake up! Don’t do this to me!”

‘Is he dead??’ Shuji thought in panic

After trying to wake him, Shuji decided to give him CPR. It felt wrong at first, like he was kissing both Neff and Putra at the same time, but he had to do it. Otherwise, Putra would die looking like Neff…

As Shuji’s lips met Putra’s, suddenly Putra’s eyes opened. He looked at Shuji with a smirk

“Putra! Bro, you’re awake!” Shuji sighed deeply in relief. “Hah… I thought you’re dead for real…”

Putra stood up from the floor, his eyes fixed on Shuji, still smirking

“Damn you pervert bitch, you just wanna kiss me, ain’t you?” He said, his voice and mannerisms exactly like Neff’s

Shuji’s eyes widened in surprise. “Putra… you just act like him…”

Putra just smiled, standing up and adjusting his pants and dusted off the dirt. “Mmm, don’t wanna screw up my favorite pants…”

Shuji’s eyes widened, his stomach sinking. At the same time, his cock began to harden and erect

“Putra…?” Shuji questioned, his voice trembling.

Putra, now Neff, didn’t react. He just smiled and gave Shuji a questioning look, as if saying, “Who the hell is Putra?”

“N-Neff…?”

Putra’s cock twitched under the shorts, and his eyes blinked as he grinned, nodding

"Fuck… what the fuck have I done…" Shuji thought, panic gripping him

He hadn’t just altered Putra, he’d replaced him entirely, body and soul, with Neff. The horrifying truth settled in like a weight in his stomach. Now he wasn’t just stuck with the guilt of erasing his best friend

He had to figure out how to explain this to the real Neff, and worse, how to deal with the nightmare of having two Neffs walking around the campus

“Putra, seriously! Cut it out man, stop playing!”

Putra laughed. “Okay, alright… it’s still me. A bit, I guess?” He said, scratching his hair

“What do you mean??”

“I dunno… I guess my memories blend with Neff’s…” Putra explained, rolling his shoulders and patting his hairy chest. “But…”

“But you feel more like Neff?” Shuji questioned

Putra, now Neff, nodded happily and grinned

“You even act like him…”

“Yo, check this out!” Putra now Neff exclaimed, flexing his shoulder with a proud smug

Shuji thought for a moment. He wanted to make sure of something… if it was true that Putra said his memories and identities blended together, that meant Neff was much nicer and better than the old one and knew more about him than the old Neff. So that meant… he could ask him to be his boyfriend!

Shuji cleared his throat. “Dude, I love your Land Rover shorts!”

Neff smiled, squishing his hairy abs and manspreading like a true jock bro. “Uhh, thanks bro, they’re my uhh… work out shorts. I like them, they’re so comfortable.” he winked at him

Shuji’s stomach dropped, but not with dread. It was more like the flutter of butterflies, a nervous excitement he couldn’t quite explain. ‘Damn…’ Sooj thought. Putra persona is totally rewritten now...

Then suddenly, Neff rose from the sofa and walked closer to Shuji, adjusting the waistband of his shorts. “Now… I know exactly why you did this to me, Sooj…” he said, leaning closer to Shuji with a smirk”

“Neff?” Shuji asked again his voice cracked

“You wanted this, didn’t you?”