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Veilbreaker - Dryads
Dryads were fascinating beings. Nymphs bound to a tree for the rest of its life, they could not stray too far from it without risking their life force, and if one died, the other would too.
Because of these restrictions, when all other creatures departed, the dryads had no choice but to remain with the trees that had witnessed their arrival into this world, and which would also see them depart.
Despite their originally peaceful and benevolent nature, years upon years of human abuse of nature had made them somewhat... spiteful.
The massive deforestation, the blood spilled by fellow dryads across the globe, and the pollution of the forests had caused their fury to grow uncontrollably, much like global warming. Any human lost within the confines of their realms would be a lost relic to the rest of the world.
Adam loved hiking. He had seen so many magnificent places on his adventures hiking through forests, mountains, and other landscapes; it seemed he was a kind of all-terrain vehicle, capable of reaching the very top of a mountain if he so desired.
He was always looking for new places to visit, and that day was no exception. For months he had planned a visit to the Giant Sequoia Forest in California. It was a magical place, with giant trees nearly 100 meters tall and almost millennia old. He longed to walk through that almost sacred terrain, to let his lungs inhale all that clean air, and the photographs! That was undoubtedly what excited him most of all, to fill his eyes with the beauty of the verdant landscape.
He set off with a firm step. He hadn't considered hiring any guided tour services; he wanted to explore on his own. Of course, he was mindful of protected or restricted areas, and would only stay on the designated safe paths (though he didn't consider what was "safe" for humans to be necessarily safe for “everyone”). He moved, observing the treetops above him, the giant trunks, the entire aroma that enveloped the place, until when he turned around, the tourists who had been numerous before, the bustle, and the other workers in the area had simply... vanished.
Adam looked around, with a mixture of fascination and fear. The entire surrounding forest seemed to be just for him. Had he really gone that far?
— Uh... Hello? Hello?! – he raised his voice, hoping for some response, even if it was just his own echo. Only birdsong answered him. He cleared his throat, trying not to make too much of it, and continued along the rocky, somewhat earthen path.
He kept going, feeling as if he were starting to walk in circles. Was he... lost? The forest couldn't be that big. Or could it? His fingers trembled, and he began to regret not following a guide. His feet twisted occasionally as the terrain became more uneven. The trees were also gradually changing shape; they were no longer just sequoias. The trunks were all different – some thick, some long, some short, some small – and the leaves changed color as well. But the strangest thing, without a doubt, was the atmosphere.
What had once seemed a divine place, full of light, warmth, and a sacred aura, now had a somber, eerie appearance, with that air as if Adam had wandered into something he shouldn't have.
The guy made one last attempt to get his bearings, taking a step back when something cracked. The sound was wet but harsh, like a bamboo stalk snapping in two. Adam looked down, terrified, only to realize he was standing on top of enormous roots. Where was the path? Where-?
Something wrapped around his leg, gripping him tightly, like an octopus. It lifted him off the ground and slammed him down repeatedly. Try as he might to cling to the very branches that were shaking him, it was useless.
— Fuck! – He closed his eyes, anticipating another blow that struck him with even greater force. He felt like everything was spinning, letting out pained groans until he spat out a little crimson liquid that seeped into the earth.
As if activated, the roots shifted their focus, seizing him by every limb and tearing at his clothes. His backpack fell to the ground amidst desperate gasps, the wood scraping his skin. He tried to muster all his strength to struggle, but he was a wooden stick compared to the raw power that coiled around him like yarn. The man screamed in panic as the vines swirled around his head, some roots digging directly into his mouth, nose, and ears, silencing any cries for help.
The torrent of wooden serpents seemed to subside, transforming him into a cocoon covered in wood and sap. He descended slowly as the roots parted the earth, allowing him to pass through like a sarcophagus. The moment he touched the ground, the roots regrouped to envelop him completely.
The tranquility of the forest returned: the sound of birds, the wind rustling through the treetops, the scent of moss, and…
— UGHHHHH! – A hand emerged from the earth, covered in dirt, mud, and shredded moss. The roots shifted back again as whatever was emerging from the ground forced its way through, its fingers digging deep, slowly burying itself until a head emerged, desperate for air.
It continued to move forcefully until the torso came out, muscular and slender, its skin dirty and with an earthy tinge. The pectorals glistened slightly from the soil as it managed to surface, its arms and biceps bulging. Its agile, thick legs also emerged before its clumsy feet began to walk on the earth for what seemed to be the first time. It fell to its knees, struggling, resembling a worm more than anything else.
— S-sh-sh-it… – he muttered as best he could, though his voice sounded like a jumble of several voices. He grunted, trying to clear his throat, stretched a little, cracking his neck, grinning, and throwing his shoulders back in an almost unnatural way. From the outside, he looked exactly like Adam, but... this wasn't Adam.
The imposter stretched his arms forward, palms facing him. His eyes were fascinated by what he saw: his long, athletic fingers, the perfect nails now buried in a mound of dirt. He let out a hysterical laugh, clutching his face eagerly and kicking his legs with a mixture of clumsiness and excitement. He was euphoric, as if no previous moment could compare to what he was feeling in that moment.
— Heh – he said, his voice much more natural. He pressed his throat slightly, opening his mouth to murmur at a frequency almost inaudible to anything that wasn't green within a 38-kilometer radius. Then he stuck out his long, thick tongue, holding it between his fingers and moving it as if trying to figure out what it was for. He looked more like a brainless dog – I... Adam, I... am human.
He nodded a little, finally letting go of his tongue to lower his gaze to the rest of his body's splendor: his thick pecs, those hardened areolas standing straight against the air, his abs, which he counted one by one, hard as oak, his legs, and... Oh! The guy gripped the shaft of his tool tightly, letting out a guttural groan, almost guided only by feeling. He thrust back and forth, lost in the sensation. He bit his lower lip, sliding his hand down to start playing with his balls, panting like crazy.
— Mfhhhh! – he grinned, lost in his sensations. His face wore a stupid expression, his eyes half-rolled, his tongue lolling out, his hand still moving like a piston in a mechanical back-and-forth motion, grunting desperately – Ufhhhhh!
His other hand slapped his buttocks hard, and he began to whip himself. His behavior was erratic and desperate; anyone else who saw him would surely think he was crazy or had completely lost his mind, but luckily for him, this wasn't the same forest Adam had entered.
As soon as he separated from the group, the forest itself began to draw him in, drawing him closer to the heart of the sacred, a place where no human could enter without authorization. The staff and guides knew this, having been so distracted by the large number of visitors that they hadn't noticed a poor tourist stray from the usual path and vanish into thin air.
The imposter gave a sharp tug, wrapping his palm around the tip of his obelisk, rubbing it until it let out an excited squeak, a thick, whitish, and foul-smelling substance that seemed to be sap oozing out like a stream.
— MFHHHH! OH, SHIT! – He burst into laughter, his substance mingling with the ground, sinking rapidly until the forest seemed to creak. Adam's body shuddered, his eyes rolling back as if in a trance. He licked his lips, spasming, feeling his mind light up. Memories, skills, personality, vices, routine, fears, feelings – everything was being etched into his mind as if someone were carving wood with a knife. He shook like the trees swaying in the wind.
— Mfhhhh! – he smiled, closing his eyes until the forest no longer felt so heavy and full. He cracked his neck again, stretching and breaking into a smile – Woah... This feels good – He flexed his arms forcefully, patting them, his voice 100% identical to Adam's. No one could tell the difference, and no one would know.
The new man started walking barefoot to a nearby stream to cleanse himself. He had to get rid of all the dirt.
— Damn, here you are! We thought you were lost and... Is everything alright-?
— Better than ever! I just strayed a little from the path, but nothing to worry about.
Adam flashed a mocking smile, making sure to flex those impressive biceps he now had, all the while stroking the trees around him as if trying to send them a message.
— I, uh… – the guide tried to say something but didn't know where to begin, whether with the other man's shirtlessness, or with those tempting pecs now on full display, how his biceps bulged and his slender, elegant body was in all its glory.
— I'm fine, handsome – he gave him a light punch on the shoulder before moving behind him – Better make sure another tourist doesn't get lost, you never know what... might happen. Right?
The new Adam's plan was to return to his town, settle down, and enjoy the peace for a while until it was time to act.
The humans had no idea what awaited them, but the verdant being certainly intended to repay them for so many centuries of continuous abuse, so much disregard for his kind. "Adam" simply had to wait for the rest of his people to do what they had to do.
It was only a matter of time. But in the meantime…
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Body Switch Tourism
Body swapping tourism is a freaking marvel. Some companies came up with the idea after considering the risks and complications of traveling abroad (or even within) your home country – things like passports, a new language, the cost of airfare and all its extra charges, accommodation, and so on. They designed a new form of tourism that eliminated all those barriers and allowed you to practically travel to the other side of the world in the blink of an eye if you wanted. And how? Simple. By swapping your consciousness!
Someone there rented out their body so you could inhabit it. Sometimes they also wanted to go on vacation, making it a win-win situation. Others just wanted to relax or earn a few extra bucks. They stayed in your body, you in theirs, and everyone was happy. You learned the language in just about five minutes while your body acclimated, you already had a place to stay, and you only had money on hand that you had previously "registered" to spend, avoiding misunderstandings regarding the original owner of your new body. Wasn't it fantastic?
Even so, body swapping always has its... challenges. Sometimes the bodies available in the area you want aren't always what you'd expect, in terms of gender, build, or even age.
My friends and I wanted to go sightseeing somewhere in South America, somewhere with good beaches, sun, good music, food, and the best that summer could offer. Brazil was a great option; the beaches of Rio de Janeiro were legendary. The only problem was the language, so... we took the only bodies they had available.
— Gretchen, stop touching yourself there – Candy murmured as we walked through the city, using an incredibly feminine tone in such a... masculine body.
— Sorry! Okay? Turns out having this... thing! Isn't as easy as I imagined. It gets hard just from moving between my thighs! What am I supposed to do? – A huge guy in a tight blue t-shirt that accentuated his biceps, making them look bigger, white shorts, and thick thighs that made him look big and muscular, was just acting in a squeaky voice, swaying his hips while trying not to touch himself too much.
— I know it's complicated, but don't you think it's worth it?
— Easy for you to say. You were already inside a guy when you went to Orlando.
I didn't like to talk about it too much. I had ended up inside a guy, yes, but... Let's just say the experience wasn't quite as... satisfying as I had imagined. I mean, going from being a college girl to a huge, smelly guy with clothes lying around the room that reeked of sweat and testosterone. It wasn't my dream vacation, much less when I found out everything my new "tenant" was doing to my body, and the only thing I could do to calm myself down was shove those smelly socks in my mouth and sniff them like crazy for almost a day.
Another downside of body swapping when you're traveling is that many of the... habits of the body you inhabit are imprinted on it. Phrases the original owner used to say, memories, skills, vices, bad habits. It's like a hormonal bomb going off. I could only watch as Gretchen "discreetly" sniffed her new armpit, panting and trying to hide the tent that was forming inside her pants.
— Ladies. Are we going to keep complaining or are we going to enjoy this vacation like never before in our lives? – I tried to stay strong, although the look on my two best friends' faces was somewhat... enigmatic – Is something wrong?
— No... Nothing, just keep talking.
It turned out that the three bodies they had rented were more than just friends who wanted to go on vacation to New York. They were a couple.
So, the hormones of the swap, testosterone, and that stinky musk lodged in their armpits, plus being close to each other, didn't seem likely to end well, to say the least.
— Why don't we go to the hotel? – Candy said, still trying to keep the tent in his pants from being too obvious. She felt his areolas rubbing so uncomfortably (and fucking deliciously) against the fabric of his t-shirt, driving her crazy – I think I'm tired of walking.
— Are you sure? We just got here, we have to explore the city and-
— Shit, yes, we're sure.
Her former best friends now seemed to see her as a piece of meat they couldn't resist getting their hands on, with that enormous bulge peeking out from his tight shorts, the biceps showing through his green t-shirt, those huge pecs she now possessed.
They'd even come up with a more... fun way to play with the moment. Perfect for pulling out the outfit they had packed in their suitcase; they thought it would be best to wear it out to a bar or something.
Damn. I think the perfect time was now, just in time for her beloved and esteemed friend to be on her knees attending to her newfound masculine needs.
It was going to be an intense vacation.
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I would like to book one of your "all inclusive" packages. I have no real preference, but I'd like to go somewhere warm. I was thinking Puerto Rico or Mexico? The only stipulation for swaps is I want huge pecs, and to be young and dumb.
Is there anyone out there who would want to swap with an almost 40 year old, white guy from Canada?
CORPUS, Inc (All Inclusive) - Summer Skin
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CORPUS, Inc (All Inclusive) - Summer Skin
You'd been longing for a trip somewhere warm and sunny, where the heat could be scorching but an ice-cold drink or even just water could soothe the feeling. You thought about booking a trip; it was easy enough – just choose the destination, check out the hotels, and decide what to pack. But when it came time to pay, that was the real problem.
The destinations you wanted to visit were several countries away, which increased the cost. Plus, the currency conversion for the bucks created a total cost that far exceeded your entire year's salary. But you still wanted to go on vacation, so what was the solution?
CORPUS, Inc.
You knew that body possession and swapping plans were somewhat more affordable than international flights and accommodation, possession itself was much more expensive, requiring more facilities, staff, and a whole host of other things you weren't keen to read about at that moment. In contrast, the body swap program was much simpler.
You only needed to upload a photo of yourself, fill out an extensive form about your characteristics, medical conditions, allergies, memories, and more and more paperwork. Oh, and that wasn't all; you were placed on a huge waiting list that depended on whether any tourist wanted to swap places with you and explore Canada in your body. You had submitted the application months ago, without receiving a single response. Days and days of endless work at your office made hope seem ever more distant. Perhaps you should… take out a loan or max out your credit card with a good installment plan with interest, or…
« Dear customer, we are pleased to inform you that your application for our Travel Exchange program has been approved. Please visit your nearest CORPUS, Inc. office. Please be prepared to travel that same day.
If you have any further questions, please contact us.
Thank you for your preference, and have a wonderful vacation. »
— Everything at your job is sorted out, right? – A representative said while typing a few things, you’d been told they needed to gather some extra information before moving you to the “launch” area. You’d seen the way here; it was pretty… simple. It was just a sofa, a VR-type headset, and that was it. Was that supposed to send your consciousness to your destination? You still had no idea where you were going. When you filled out the application, you’d marked two specific places to travel to, but the email never mentioned which one it was.
— Uh… Yes. I’m taking a vacation. It’s the same amount of time I’ll be away, so I’ll give my “guest” a free rein to do some sightseeing too.
— I’m glad to hear that – she murmured, pressing other keys without paying much attention – You’ve already read our terms and conditions policy, right?
— Sure, I checked it.
You lied under your breath; it was a huge list, almost seven pages long. You tried to paraphrase it as best you could, finding snippets like "no permanent modifications could be made to the destination body", some restrictions, other specifications, and more blah blah blah that you didn't have time to read. There couldn't be that many dangers in going on vacation in someone else's body, could there?
— Perfect, it appears here that your scans and other analyses are fine, so, come with me – She stood up and walked with a stiletto heel through the facilities, which were similar to glass cubicles, each with a travel representative inside, attending to other clients. She guided you through the corridors until you reached a black room. It had a wooden floor, some trim of the same material, but more importantly, there was a leather sofa in the center, the viewer, and a computer next to it. She gestured for you to take a seat.
— Um… You'll just put the visor on me and that's it?
— Yes, it's a pretty simple process, you don't have to worry about anything, it'll be like a blink, although it might make you dizzy – She leaned closer to adjust the helmet a bit, lowering a turquoise visor that rested against your eyes. It was somewhat opaque, and you could only see the rest of the room out of the corner of your eye through a slit underneath – I'll explain the procedure. It's important that at the end of your stay, you return to the CORPUS, Inc. facilities, where you'll be in a few moments, understood? Unlike our possession service, body swaps are very precise in terms of timing. One minute more and the company won't be responsible for any permanent changes that may occur. Agreed?
— I… Yes, was all of that in the contract?
— Of course, the same one I asked you if you'd read in its entirety – You pressed your lips together, only nodding.
— Can I ask about the person who will be in my body?
— We're not allowed to discuss other clients' profiles, but technically you'll be in their shoes, so – You heard her typing something. There was a moment of silence before she started pacing the room again – The system shows you're a guy around 25 years old, good build, and it seems his IQ is a bit low.
— Excuse me?
A mechanical beep sounded. You only heard her footsteps quicken and the sound of her typing.
— Well, it seems it's time for the switch. We remind you that CORPUS, Inc. is not responsible for any changes to your psyche, intelligence, or any other mental aspect. Have a good trip.
You were about to protest and remove the headset when your eyes rolled back, turning white as if in a trance. An electric current surged through your body like thunder, spasming and throwing you uncontrollably against the chair. The cables connected to the headset from the console began to flicker as if something were passing through them toward the server.
— Ugh… Qué mierda es… Ugh… – you murmured, your head throbbing like a bottle had been smashed against it. Where were you? Why were you lying down? You opened your eyes as best you could; everything was blurry. You grabbed the sides of what seemed to be a mattress and slowly sat up, adjusting yourself until the world stopped spinning. When your gaze finally focused on a single spot in front of you, you saw a room. It was very different from the one you'd been in at CORPUS, Inc. a few moments ago. In fact, it didn't look like an office at all; it was more like a bedroom.
You sat up, confused, falling flat on your face, tangled in one of the blankets. You let out an annoyed gasp, pressed your palms against the wooden floor, and, oh shit. Were those your hands? You smiled slightly at the sight of much younger hands, with a somewhat mixed skin tone. The fingers looked firm, athletic. You clenched your fist just to feel the strength, letting out a delighted little laugh.
Once you were standing, you looked around, right where there was a mirror. You approached it slowly to find your new reflection. It had golden-brown hair, a light beard, and a slender build – not overly muscular, but not scrawny either. A simple white towel was wrapped around its waist. You smiled somewhat unnaturally as your hands tingled.
— No inventes… – you murmured, your eyes widening at the sound of your new voice, and even more importantly... You weren't speaking English; it wasn't a Germanic language anymore, but a Romance language. You brought your hands to your neck and began to caress it with fascination, noticing how soft and supple your skin felt. It wasn't as if almost forty years had made you old, but the improvement was certainly remarkable, with those strong legs, ha! The biceps, the absence of excess fat, the weariness from an exhausting work life – in fact, now that you noticed it…
The room itself was elegant, almost luxurious. What did this guy do for a living? You looked around more and then noticed a sealed envelope on the bed with the logo of CORPUS, Inc. You opened it; it was a letter.
« Estimado cliente. Le agradecemos usar nuestros servicios de CORPUS, Inc con división en México, a continuación, le presentaremos los datos que debe de conocer sobre su nuevo cuerpo; esperamos que disfrute de su estancia con nosotros. También le hacemos gran hincapié sobre las políticas de “entrega”, recuerde que debe de volver a la base de operaciones de CORPUS, Inc en la hora y día acordados para que pueda volver a su cuerpo.
De no hacer caso a estás indicaciones, la empresa no se hace cargo por cambios permanentes en la psique ni identidades de los involucrados. Gracias por su atención.
PD. Lo llevamos a un lugar más privado y hogareño para que pueda descubrir su nuevo cuerpo, que lo goce, buen viaje. »
You continued reading the rest of the information in the letter. It turned out you were in the body of Gabriel, or better known as "Gabo".
He was 25 years old, the son of a prominent Mexican businessman. They resided in… the state of Puerto Vallarta… Jalisco? You felt a little strange with the terminology of another language and states, and at the same time, it felt so familiar on your own. Apparently, his academic performance was never noteworthy, and if he had a job now, it was thanks to his father, a true son of nepotism in every sense of the word. But if he was a daddy's guy, that meant that…
— Damn, this feels so good – You chuckled, licking your new pearly white teeth, trying on one of the many designer outfits in the closet. The guy had hundreds of clothes: t-shirts, shirts, shorts, bermudas, designer shoes, sneakers, socks, boxers with an almost silky texture. Woah! Why would a guy like this rent out his body? He has the perfect life! Nothing was stopping you from going to the bank, taking all his money, and putting it straight into your account, right? (Or well, you weren't so sure about that. If you had read the terms and conditions…)
You continued trying on clothes one after another until you left complete chaos on the floor, giant mountains of clothes that… Someone would have to pick up, right?
You gave a mocking smile, which you didn't quite understand where it came from.
You weren't usually like this; you were calmer, more… No mames! As soon as you opened a drawer at the bottom of the closet, you found countless swimsuits, some long like shorts, others shorter, and some that looked almost like a thong. You picked them up, fascinated by the texture and vibrant colors. Something inside you took over, pressing the fabric to your nose and taking a deep drag. You smelled the scent of expensive detergent, soap, and careful cleaning, but also the salty, and somewhat more human, aroma. You sniffed again and again, like a bloodhound that couldn't get enough of that scent.
Your gaze lingered on the window in front of you. The bright color of the ocean and its waves welcomed you. You slowly lowered the garment, a huge smile on your lips.
You put on the tightest swimsuit you could find, a bright cyan that perfectly matched your new abs and what was hidden inside. It felt a little tight, but... Wasn't that the intention? Having all the guys staring at you, eager to get their hands on you, heh… So silly, hehe.
Damn, what was that just? You shook your head with a bad feeling, the last words of the representative who performed the procedure on you flashing back into your mind. All about low IQ, zero intelligence, and stuff like that, but it had to be just part of him, right? How could it influence your mind? What a fool, pfff…
You shook your head, moving closer to the ocean, feeling the sand stick to your feet, seeping between your toes, heh, they looked bigger than you remembered. This guy was like Bigfoot or something, haha! You waded down a little further until you reached the point where the waves and the sand became one. You felt the cold water hit your body and could only let out a delighted gasp, venturing deeper and deeper into the ocean until it completely covered your legs. You bit your lower lip.
The sensation was damn delicious: The coolness of the water, the warmth of the place, the sea breeze, the sand between your toes, the scent… You inhaled a little more, lost in your sensations, so much so that you didn't realize that the scent you loved so much didn't come from the beach or the water, but from your new body. It was musky, slightly acidic and rancid. Your armpits felt wet, the golden hairs lying flat against your skin, which rubbed against the water with each new wave that crashed against you, mingling with the salty scent of the ocean, further intensifying the olfactory sensation that was driving you wild.
Beneath the clear, turquoise water, you lowered your hand to caress the edge of your swimsuit's curve, rolling your eyes and letting out soft gasps and moans as the other tourists watched with a touch of bewilderment. You flexed your biceps, proud of this body that was yours, and no one else's.
The rest of the afternoon unfolded much the same way, without you leaving the water for a single second. You'd even ordered a couple of piña coladas that had made you even more dazed than you already were, sniffing your armpits and scratching your new bulge as if you weren't on a public beach surrounded by people. In an instant, just as the sun was setting, some worries from your past life flashed through your mind – some quarterly figures, accountability reports, and things like that – But… It was as if your mind felt so sluggish and dull that the numbers and terms you once handled and knew inside and out were now foreign languages to you, completely unfamiliar.
You wanted to think a little more, but letting the information overwhelm you only gave you a headache, so you decided it was better to continue enjoying the warmth of the summer sunset before finally returning to your room in your new luxurious condominium. You were lucky that your new parents had gone to a business meeting in Europe, and that “you” didn't have siblings; there were only a couple of employees around the house, but nothing of much importance.
You lay down in your new king size bed, with a huge smile. You'd only be there for two weeks, but this day had been the best of your life. Nothing could go wrong…
Or so you thought until the days started to drag on. First, there were subtle changes, like in your tone of voice. And it wasn't just the language; it was a… strange hiss. It wasn't effeminate; it was more about arrogance, as if you felt like the king of the world and that everyone owed you something. Always haughty, always arrogant and self-centered. You'd even made one of the employees lick your feet! What the hell was happening to you?!
No matter how hard you tried to stay calm, to think it was just a phase or part of the process, things only got worse as the week went on. You were becoming more and more obsessed with smelling your new body, your sweaty armpits, every trace of perspiration trapped in a corner. You'd end up swiping it up your nose at best, but otherwise… You'd end up licking your fingers like they were lollipops.
The days at the beach were still special, fantastic, and wonderful. You could swim for hours. It turned out this guy hadn't gotten any special permission for work, but it wasn't like you had too much to do anyway. Just a couple of calls, getting other losers to do what you had to do, and that was it. What were they going to do? Your daddy was the owner, and with that, you were the one in control.
The second week was even worse. A much more arrogant, despotic, and even stupid personality emerged in all its glory. Reading exhausted you as if you were running a marathon with your brain. Stupid things made you laugh; even the smell of your own feet made you burst out laughing!
You tried contacting CORPUS, Inc., but they always sent you to voicemail, an endless beep that only made you more and more desperate before you finally resorted to using one of your new black credit cards with a huge credit limit – perfect for spending on tighter clothes, hehe…
You wanted to stay calm. Maybe when… You returned to your body, all traces of that behavior would vanish. You had loved the food, the music, the views, the weather, damn, the sun was so delicious on the Pacific Ocean side, the water, the flowers, the birds, and…
— Lo siento, creo que yo… No puedo realizar el proceso – A skinny, slightly tanned employee of CORPUS, Inc., wearing something beachy, scratched the back of his neck nervously.
— ¡¿Qué?! ¡¿Por qué no?! — you exploded like never before in your life — ¡Se supone que llegué temprano, la hoja decía que tenía que estar a tiempo!
— Sí… El problema no es usted, es que su viejo cuerpo se…
— ¡¿Qué?!
— Su viejo cuerpo se perdió, su huésped no se presentó. Y no lo pueden localizar, é-él-
— ¡Pues entonces busquenlo! ¡Lancen mi conciencia desde aquí! – Your heart pounded anxiously, what would you do? What the hell were you going to do now?! The constant ticking of an imaginary clock in your mind assaulted your eardrums, a horrible tick-tock, tick, tock, tick… tock…
— Me temó que no funciona así el proceso, yo… – The poor, underpaid intern, just as hysterical as you, tried to press a few more keys, enter some code, when a pop-up window appeared in front of him. He read the text, nodded to himself, avoiding your gaze.
— ¡¿Y bien?! ¡¿Qué carajos vas a hacer ahora?!
— Yo…
— ¡Tienen que hacer algo, ustedes tienen que-!
The words left you before you could finish the sentence. Your eyes rolled back as your back slumped against the leather sofa. Spasms began to pound mercilessly, shaking your arms and legs as if you were having an epileptic seizure. You groaned, shaking your head. You felt a horrible pressure in your head, as if thousands of needles were meticulously working against your brain to restructure everything inside it. Your fists clenched against the armrests of the seat, you felt the mental energy rushing through your being, slowly rearranging all your ideas.
Now you were Gabo, an only son, spoiled and the sole heir to your "papi’s" vast fortune. You were gay, you loved the beach, you didn't usually work much, and when you did, you just had to put on your pretty face, pretend to work when you were really playing Fortnite on your executive laptop, and cash the checks for a huge sum of money.
Sometimes you went out with friends, you didn't have a boyfriend and you weren't very interested in a serious relationship.
Saliva ran down your lips as your brain was washed and reconditioned to your new identity. You loved your smell; the stinkier your armpits and feet, the better. One of the needles had pressed too hard on a part of your brain; you only let out a groan mixed with pain and pleasure. All traces of intelligence, knowledge from your old company, skills, and other tools you had accumulated in forty years of life had vanished, and a bit of the intelligence your new mind possessed, too.
You weren't even someone who knew how to hold a broom properly; all you knew was how to take cute pictures for handsome guys on Instagram, how to pose well in your tight swimsuits, and, with luck, get a one-night stand on some "going-natural" beach. Your whole life was gone forever.
The energy flowed more slowly until it stopped, your new (and permanent) body left panting, tongue lolling, breath ragged.
— Um… ¿Señor, se siente b-bien?
— Mfhh… Gabo, llamame Gabo – You whispered with an awkward giggle, feeling like your head had downed ten drinks in a row. The guy nervously approached you to check on you, though that only made it easier for you to pull him closer, perching him between your strong thighs. – Te ves lindo, ¿no quieres ganarte fácil unos mil pesos? – You smiled, before throwing yourself against his lips with need. The poor guy couldn't even complain before he kissed you with the same needy fervor as his clothes slowly slid off the floor.
I think it was a perfect new beginning for you. I hope you like your new life, although… It wasn't like you had many options to go back to the old one.
And speaking of that, what had happened to your old body? Well, it turns out that "Gabo's" decision to use the services of CORPUS, Inc. wasn't a mere coincidence. He was fed up with the whole idea of having to inherit his father's company at some point, all the paperwork that came with it, meetings of things he didn't understand a damn thing. He just wanted to have fun, and if that meant dragging someone else's body and mind down with him to get his perfect escape ticket, so be it.
Besides, the body you had was a total bonus! Big, solid, hairy, smelling of burnt mahogany and testosterone, he might have lost almost twenty years of his life, but damn, the price to pay had definitely been cheap compared to the prize. Not only had he gained freedom, but that enormous Canadian body! Guys would go crazy for him. Hahaha!
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CORPUS, Inc - World Cup 2026
With the World Cup just around the corner, starting in Mexico City. Tourism had undoubtedly exploded like lava from an erupting volcano: fans, tourists, everyone eager to see what the Soccer World Cup had in store and the wonders the host country could offer.
But at the same time, thanks to the need for lodging, transportation, and everything else that tourists would inevitably require, prices had skyrocketed. One-night stays were more expensive than a new cell phone, flights were overbooked, and available spaces weren't exactly... comfortable for the price.
This created the perfect opportunity for CORPUS, Inc. and its new summer project. Why stress about booking a flight, finding a decent hotel, and still having to get close to the wonders that Mexico City had to offer? Why not take over the body of a local? Language barriers vanished in the blink of an eye, accommodations weren't so complicated, and in most cases, you ended up with a perfect body for the rest of your vacation.
Or at least that was the experience of most of the clients who dared to approach CORPUS, Inc. and place their trust and love of soccer in their hands.
Youssef, Morocco - 48 years old
I have to admit that when I first saw the CORPUS, Inc. ad, I had my doubts. I thought it was a scam. It landed in my work email, and I thought: Body swapping? Possession?
I was about to delete it, but a little curiosity got the better of me. I'd always been a soccer fanatic, and my life was kind of... monotonous. I had a good (and very routine) office job, a wife, no sons, no daughters. And at my age, I highly doubt that ever happened. I kept checking the site for testimonials, and I have to admit something caught my attention. That, and the fact that the prices were ridiculously low compared to a flight and even the hotel that was still to come. Just one month, all paid for and included, cost the same as a round trip! لقد كانت صفقة رابحة.
I tried to convince my wife to come with me but she flatly refused, saying it was unnatural and blah blah blah, so I preferred to leave my body "stored" while I possessed this guy. لا أندم على أي شيء!
The tan of this skin is so damn attractive! His pecs are gigantic, my shirts barely fit and I'm always afraid they'll rip because of the volume of his muscles, haha! And damn, being back in my early twenties is fantastic, I'm in the prime of his youth, and with this body? I've never been this muscular or well-endowed (the guy has a killer ass!). His biceps are gigantic and I'm truly fascinated by everything about being here, the food, the music, the men. Uh… It's kind of weird, but it turns out the original owner of this body is gay. I didn't have a problem with it, the other bodies were taken and I thought it didn't matter, I'm straight as a fiddle, but damn, not in this body, haha! In my old body I would never have dared to do this, the customs and traditions are very, very strict, but here? I've kissed as many guys as there are streets in Mexico, they never stop wanting to get their hands on me! Do I feel bad for my wife? A little. I still talk to her and call her at night, but other than that, it's like I'm in a state of perfect euphoria; and she can't be hurt by something she'll never know about. Right? What happened in Mexico, stays in Mexico.
Valentín, Argentina – 32 years old
Pelutudo! How could I miss this? As soon as I got notifications on my phone about the CORPUS, Inc. promotion, I was immediately pulling out my card to pay! I love soccer, it's in my blood.
I have a somewhat… average physique, I won't say it's a marvel of the world but I'm not too out of shape either. I'm slim with a slight belly from not exercising as much as I used to. The demands of a job and the stress of it all take their toll. But in this body, hohoho! These biceps are tremendous! Like freaking grapefruits, sometimes I feel like biting them!
I don't know what the original owner of this body is doing in mine. It was cheaper to just let him stay inside me than to possess him. I guess he's sightseeing or something, but what the hell do I care? I'm going to take the win-win situation! He can have my skinny body all he wants while I keep his muscles. Look at these thighs! I bet I could burst something between them!
The only thing that bothers me a little is how huge my feet are. I must have gone up almost four sizes. They feel clumsy. It's not something I'm used to, but if I have to put up with big feet in exchange for being a damn stud, bring on those gigantic feet! Hahaha. I don't have to worry about not being able to see the match, about people respecting me, or about them trying to rob me. That used to worry me a lot! But now, any guy moves aside to let me pass. I feel powerful! I'm seriously thinking about extending my stay. I thought about following the World Cup by changing bodies little by little, but I think I can watch it on TV or something. The only thing that matters to me now is staying in this perfect body.
Lachlan, Australia – 24 years old
I think jet lag is one of the things I hate most about traveling to other parts of the world. Australia almost always has a huge time difference compared to Western countries. And I love to travel!
My original plan was to go to Mexico and then head to one of its beaches. I love feeling the sand, the salt water, riding the waves – it's in my blood, you know? But jet lag was a real headache that I didn't want to deal with this time, so when I saw CORPUS, Inc. displays at the airport, I thought it was better to trade my round-trip ticket for a local body.
And dude, I wasn't disappointed! Mexico is a fantastic place, its beaches are great, but wow! Their bodies were so much better! I'm loving this muscular physique; it's similar to mine but at the same time so damn different! Their thick legs, their biceps, that ass, god! I love how jet-black hair looks on me; I'm usually blonde, but this tan is worth every second. I never understood the supposed "Latin charm", but now that I'm living it, in a very literal sense, it's fabulous! Maybe watching football wasn't one of my main goals, but it turns out they give you your national team's uniform or something like that, and hehe, I love how it looks.
Would I prefer to watch it in a swimsuit? Yeah, but a trip to a swimsuit shop can wait. Maybe I want to have a little more fun in front of the mirror – new body, new limits to explore.
Camille, France – 45 years old.
Ces fils de putes! I was supposed to have arranged my exchange with CORPUS, Inc. to find me a female body, not a fucking stinking gorilla! What am I supposed to do in this body?! I wanted to accompany my husband in his athletic pursuits in the body of some young Latina woman, that was my idea! Not this! It sucks!
The sweat is so earthy and acidic it's going to make me cry, and that… thing! between my thighs is fucking uncomfortable, I have to keep adjusting it no matter how small the steps I take. What am I supposed to do for a month trapped in this body? I can't ask for a refund, or exchanges, and to top it all off, my husband is who knows where, like some fucking lost suitcase. It seems they sent his consciousness to another body because of a system error. I don't know where he is, I don't know who he is now, or what I'm going to do. We'll see each other in a month, that's for sure, but… merde! Am I going to have to be a stinky man for a month?!
I don't even have tickets to any match; my husband had those. What am I going to do?! Ugh! And this feels so… sticky. Oh no, no, no, no. I need to go to the bathroom again. I'm going to have to touch that thing. No! How disgusting…
Chase, United States – 20 years old.
Was I interested in soccer? Well, a little. I think I'm more of a basketball or American football fan, but! CORPUS, Inc. had launched a special program for university students under the pretext of the World Cup. Several of my classmates decided to go to other host countries or cities, but me? I wanted Mexico.
Why? To be honest, I haven't the slightest idea. But there's something about the vibe that's incredibly appealing! The festive atmosphere, the music, I always wanted to go, but I was worried about looking like an… Pendejo? Woah! It feels so good to pronounce it correctly! Besides all the stigma surrounding foreigners, so having your own “local” body and using it however you want is fantastic.
Like the movie Avatar! It turns out this body has a tremendous tolerance for drinking, and it's attractive to other guys here; it's like a hot magnet!
It wasn't hard for me to do this in my old body; I'm what you might call a "fratbro", proud of it, by the way. But being in this body is... different, sooo different. I don't know if it's the steroid-fueled nerd look, the short hair, or the fact that I can't see without his glasses, but I'm fascinated by being in this body here!
The parties, the streets, shit, the encounters! Did you know what happens in the last car of the subway? In my old body, I didn't feel very comfortable exploring my sexuality. I knew I liked other men, but I don't think that would be very well received in the fraternity. I depend a lot on my athletic scholarship, and I don't want to throw away my future just to... experiment. I know I have to be brave to come out, but I don't think I can in my own body. So, being in someone else's body and being able to do everything I was afraid of is fucking fantastic. Do I like it? No, I LOVE IT. It's the best experience of my life!
I hope the guy who ended up with my body is enjoying being a stereotypical frat bro, blond and with more muscles than brains, because I'm enjoying being in this Mexican body so much!
Alejandro, Spain – 34 years old.
This wasn't the damn body I was expecting, macho. In the application I filled out, I clearly specified that I wanted a muscular guy, my same age, very hairy, dark-skinned, with black hair, and an almost stallion-like physique. I paid a fortune to have those VERY specific wishes fulfilled. And what greets me when I arrive?
A hairless, blond, skinny guy with legs and arms as long as spaghetti, and in his early twenties.
And what does the company end up telling me? That they can't offer refunds, they can't give me back my old body, that they apologize, and in return, they'll give me a 10% discount on my next purchase. No me jodas!
I was supposed to come to Mexico to make out with guys and have them worship me like I was their god!
I saved every single penny of my shitty job as a computer programmer for this, just one month where I would be a huge Latino guy, making locals and foreigners tremble the moment I walked in anywhere. I expected a testosterone-fueled musk, that the slightest trace of sweat would stink like chili peppers in vinegar. And you know what this guy smells like?! It's like he's practically oozing vanilla from his pores!
Have I tried to pick up guys with my new look? Ah, here's the worst part! I want to pick up men, but they're trying to dominate ME. I didn't come here for this! And the really worst part is... I don't feel a thing! Turns out this body is straight. I thought that wouldn't matter. The form said it was a minor issue and that the body would adapt to my psyche, but no! I don't know what I'll do. I don't feel comfortable doing anything heterosexual with this body, but at the same time, it's the only thing it's comfortable with. I just want this fucking month to be over. It was supposed to be the best vacation of my life.
Ren, Japan – 19 years old.
My family wasn't entirely sure about taking over CORPUS, Inc. But they were all huge soccer fans; they went crazy for being in the stadium, cheering and shouting whether their favorite team won or lost. They were... passionate. On the other hand, I'm not like that; I'm a nerd. I prefer reading comics, mangas and playing video games, which was a problem for my father, who was always trying to steer me toward the "right path", and this was one of his many attempts to do so.
At the CORPUS, Inc. travel agency in Japan, they convinced him that if they placed me in a soccer-fanatic body, the passion would become more comfortable for me, and I would accept it as my own. My father bought five spots without hesitation: his, my mother's, my older brother's, my middle sister's, and mine, the youngest of the three.
What was the problem?
My dad didn't read the terms and conditions of the bodies he was renting properly, and they all turned out to be male. This was a huge problem for my mom and sister; they obviously weren't too happy about having huge muscles and buzz cuts while their voices were ridiculously deep, haha（そして付け加えておかなければならないのは、彼の「寛大な」美徳はそれだけにとどまらなかったということだ。）
My dad tried to file a complaint, but his signature on the documents invalidated any claim, so… My parents slept in separate rooms for about three days; customs surrounding homosexuality weren't very positive in Japan. But what happened last night? Oh, haha, it turns out their feelings are way stronger than their ideology, and they got tangled up in bed. I thought we were having an earthquake when I felt the whole house shake, haha!
Oh, and me? Well, like I said, I was used to being a nerd: straight hair, almost mushroom-shaped hair, thick glasses, skinny, short, and the body I got is gorgeous!
It has tanned skin, is about 50cm taller than me, weighs about 70kilos, and most of it is muscle mass, and damn, I have these gigantic arms! I couldn't be happier to be in this body. I love how my areolas harden when they rub against the shirts I wear; But the million-dollar question is… Have I felt more passion for football? Ha, 絶対にありえない、それは全く不可能だ！
I flatly refused to go with them to the stadium. I preferred to stay put playing video games and exploring this body. The pecs are fantastic, I love the chin, and the scent is… Damn, it's fantastic. I've never smelled such a strong odor, or at least not coming from myself. I can't stop smelling my armpits or reaching down to collect some musk between my legs. Ugh, shit, it's hard again… Well, I guess if I act like a pervert in this body, it doesn't matter much. It's “my” body at the end of the day, right?
Callum, England – 67 years old.
My glory days were a couple of decades ago. I'm not what I used to be. I used to have a great physique, I was athletic, I had charisma. Now I'm just a wrinkled raisin waiting to end up six feet under. I loved soccer; there was nothing else I preferred to watch on TV. My life was already so monotonous: just being in a nursing home, walking around, sitting for hours in front of the TV, sleeping, and then back again.
CORPUS, Inc. appeared at the perfect time. And they ended up putting me in this guy's body! See these biceps? And these abs, oh, oh! These pecs! I seriously wonder if it would be a good idea to wear a sports bra or something, hahaha. They're truly gigantic and heavy. This guy can't be more than twenty-five years old. My back doesn't hurt, nor do my joints. I'm strong and can run like a damn gazelle!
I haven't done anything but fiddle around here and there, also playing with… a couple of his things. It turns out this guy is also gay, and not just any gay guy – he seems to be seriously kinky. At first, I was shocked. I'd been married for almost thirty years to the love of my life, may she rest in peace. We were heterosexual and monogamous our whole lives; “games” in the bedroom weren't exactly common.
So, finding this guy's apartment full of leather outfits, harnesses, toys of all sizes, colors, and textures, and a laundry basket overflowing with musky socks and sticky underwear was disruptive, but woah, I've never felt so alive!
Do I feel like a pervert? Yes. Am I regretting it? No! Being young again is so fantastic, and the best part is I can eat again too! I can stuff myself with as much pizza and soda as I want. A few days ago, I was so horny and so hungry that I started rubbing a piece of chicken on… You know, it ended up all greasy and the chicken covered in a whitish liquid that was fucking delicious in my mouth!
I don't know if it's his psyche mixed with mine or if I had this dark side inside me, but I really love being in his body. Fuck! I was supposed to be at the stadium over an hour ago, the game already started, it was the one I cared about! Oh well… If I'm not going then…
Thiago, Brazil – 28 years old.
The body I received was very different from the one I had ordered. I'm a bodybuilder, I have a tan, my muscles are like rocks, always masculine and imposing, like a wild beast. But my new identity is the complete opposite: thin, blond, with silky hair like Rapunzel, with certain mannerisms that, no matter how hard I try to control them, still come naturally.
Mas eu gosto disso. I thought I would hate it from the first second I opened my eyes. The staff tried to explain, almost tripping over each other's words as soon as they noticed me looking at my reflection more closely than usual, but this was perfect! I don't know why I loved it so much, but this figure is so different from my usual self.
The soft cheekbones, the designer hair, the lack of muscles – I don't have to worry about bending down and hitting my head on the doorframe, or if I'm too wide to sit somewhere. I don't feel heavy or gigantic. I like the way other, stronger guys look at me, and, wow, I just want to run into their arms.
Maybe the only thing I don't like is that this guy's personality clashes with mine, and it turns out he's really, really shy. It's making it so hard for me to go out and meet new people. But all is not lost. He has friends, and he even has a… boyfriend. Did he tell him about the exchange? No. Does he know? Definitely not. So, I guess for the rest of the month, I can enjoy being thinner, having a loving boyfriend who has no idea who I really am, and spending hours and hours admiring myself in the mirror.
Adoro a incompetência desta empresa, obrigada.
Diego, Mexico – 22 years old.
Did CORPUS, Inc. also have coverage in the very country it was promoting, so others could occupy our bodies like miniature hotels? Yes. Did people complain? Yes. Did the government, FIFA, or CORPUS, Inc. itself do anything about it? No.
Did I take advantage and grab someone else's body? Of course I did!
I must admit that I don't like soccer at all; on the contrary, I hate it. I've never had a good relationship with that sport, and I simply find it silly to watch two men chasing a ball like idiots. But, being in someone else's body and having all their attributes is like pure bliss; having these pecs is fantastic! It turns out this guy's body belongs to an influencer who wanted to go on vacation to Europe. I was lucky enough to find the body available before another foreigner took it, and now I am him!
Tall, muscular, wearing expensive clothes, living in a luxury apartment, they gave me a long, boring lecture about soccer and things to do in the city, just out of obligation (cómo si no supiera yo a dónde ir en mi propia ciudad).
I still record things for his social media, and I make sure he sees everything I upload. It turns out the terms and conditions of the exchange exempt me from or don’t make me responsible for the "misuse" of his body, as long as I don't leave marks or permanent physical damage, everything will be fine. But that doesn't cover reputation or what I can do with his personal brand.
I love fame, but I would definitely love to see more of the "leaked" things about this body, see him on his knees with his tongue hanging out, more... intimate videos, scandals about "indecent" acts in public places. Do I want to humiliate him? Of course! Am I going to feel bad about it? A little, but I want to have several tangible memories when I get back into my body. I've been sending my old number hundreds and hundreds of photos and videos in very compromising positions. You'd be surprised how flexible this body is.
The best part is that he signed a contract that clearly specifies that nothing can be mentioned about the exchange or use of CORPUS, Inc as a company that rents his body, if I do something, “he” did it of his own free will and conscience.
And I'm going to do whatever I want with it. Poor guy, he would have been better off going on vacation by plane.
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Could you do a guide for haunted who is alive and who is a ghost and the possessions?
Haunted Guide
I love this question! And of course, I think it's fantastic and very fitting that you want to know more about the ghosts and the universe that makes up "Haunted", especially since I must admit there are so many ghosts, names, and chapters, and it's very easy to get confused, haha. I also plan to make a reading guide along with the character introductions, but while I have that ready, I'll answer your question here (and thank you so much for asking! It's truly great to interact with you all and be able to answer your questions).
Ghost Characters:
Julian "Jules" Carter: He's an jock ghost from 1986 who ended up in the afterlife thanks to a fatal blow during football practice. He's charming and confident, although sometimes very clumsy, but very sweet. His favorite body types are muscular and athletic, and he's also fascinated by bad smells. He loved possessing people left and right until he fell in love with Benji, which brought him more "grounded". He would do anything for his friends and the people he loves. The color of his trail is blue, and his power consists of increasing the physical strength of the bodies he possesses and being able to move heavy objects for a short time when he is a ghost.
Elliot Ramirez: He became a ghost in 2003 due to an asthma attack, locked in the bathroom by his bullies. He is very intelligent, hyper-analytical, and shy. He doesn't possess very often, preferring to isolate himself from mortals because, unlike his fellow ghosts, he cannot possess through any bodily orifice. Instead, as soon as he collides with someone, he ends up being absorbed (and he also cannot leave the body he possesses of his own volition). His best friend is Julian, whom he has been in love with the entire time he has been a ghost. His trail color is cyan, and his power lies in his ability to control electronic devices if he passes through them, hacking, using, or breaking them.
Rex Navarro: A ghost from 1995 who died in a fire inside the mechanics' workshop. The reason for his death remains a mystery. He's cynical, rebellious, and sarcastic, yet intensely loyal. He's the very archetype of a punk, though he possesses a certain charismatic spark. His aura is red, and he has powers related to pyrokinesis, as well as the body heat of the bodies he possesses, empowering them and making them immune to him while he's inside. He's one of Benji's best friends and is Tobias's current (and first) boyfriend.
Tobias Klein: He's the oldest ghost, from 1930. The circumstances of his death are mysterious, something he himself doesn't dare reveal, but which is linked to paranormal events. He is reserved, shy, with few friends and few words. He's a know-it-all, also very knowledgeable about the paranormal and the dark arts, but he doesn't like to talk about it much. He's kind and gentle, although he can be very sarcastic and ironic. He was somewhat marked by the beliefs and traditions of the time, unable to be himself until he met Benji, who became his best friend. Later, he began dating Rex. His trail is black, and his powers focus on his ability to seal spaces and create anti-possession fields and barriers, though everything is linked to his emotions.
Mr. Ashford: He is the only ghost teacher (At least for this group). He suffered a heart attack in 1948. His trail is brown, and he can manipulate the control of doors and locks. His personality is very strict, formal, and somewhat passive-aggressive, very controlling. He completely rejects the idea that his "students" are possessing mortals left and right within the Institute. He is very well-educated and has some knowledge of the paranormal.
Marco Bellamy: From 1972, he fell off the stage of the theater while rehearsing for his big night. Some say he was pushed, but this theory was never proven. His personality is melodramatic, poetic, exaggerated, and very sentimental. He adores slender bodies and those with the artistic vibe that characterized him in life. He is Julian's other best friend after Elliot, and therefore tries to be his "moral compass". His power consists of being able to control and generate music around him. He can also project his own voice into the mortal world as long as he is singing. The color of his aura is purple.
Daniel Song: Former student body president until 1965, he "lost" the position due to an aneurysm during a speech. He is very disciplined, proper, somewhat bossy, and brilliant, but also very arrogant. He is Brady's best friend, and both are troubled by possessions, treating humans almost like sacks of meat. He is excessively perfectionistic. The color of his aura is yellow, and his power lies in mind control. He has a small window of time within the bodies he possesses.
Brayden "Brady" Thompson: A ghost from 2011 who ended up in that form after trying to film a parkour video on the rooftop, which went horribly wrong. He is very hyperactive, dim-witted, but very flirtatious and gallant. He is arrogant and egocentric, preferring muscular and athletic bodies, which causes him some conflict with Julian because of his similar taste. He is also interested in Benji, although in a more superficial way and without any feelings involved beyond seeing him as a game he wants to win. He always looks for trouble and always gets what he wants. His aura is orange, and his power lies in his ability to intensify the scents of the bodies he possesses, as well as disrupt their hormones (and those of the people around him).
Ezekiel “Zeke” Martinez: From 2009, he suffered an overdose at a gym party. He is very carefree and always seems “lost”, absorbed in his own world and thoughts. He has a huge appetite, which always manifests when he possesses someone, often resulting in binge eating. He is very thoughtful, loyal, and a very good friend, although he often ends up talking nonsense and being somewhat foolish, he’s a big joker. His color is green, and his power lies in his ability to induce others into his same state, “relaxing” them.
Living Characters:
Benjamin “Benji” Schmidt: He is the main protagonist, a senior in the Institute. He nearly choked to death after a gummy bear got stuck in his throat because he hadn't chewed it properly, leaving his soul in the limbo between life and death. From that moment on, he developed the ability to see and hear ghosts. He observes all their activity surrounding possessions and their daily lives among humans who don't notice his presence. He is cheerful, though a loner. He doesn't have many mortal friends because they consider him too average, and he doesn't know how to socialize well. He is a dreamer, very sensitive, but also loyal to those he considers his friends. He is currently in a relationship with (who he believes is) Peter, one of his “best friends”. In the current story arc, his body was possessed and his soul expelled. It is still unknown who is inside his body, but Benji's spirit is practically a ghost that manifests as an indigo trail. His power is also unknown at this time. In the short time he's spent among the ghosts, he's gained more confidence, optimism, and joy, finally finding friends and feeling special; although now he has to get his body back unless he wants to remain a ghost for the rest of his days.
Possessed Characters:
Peter Wallace: Originally, he only used Benji as he saw fit, to get good grades, get on the team, or avoid doing chores by being "friends". He's an athlete. He ended up being possessed by Julian, who became curious about Benji's powers, gradually falling in love with him and ending up possessing Peter almost every day to stay close to him. Over time, they became boyfriends. Although Benji doesn't know his "true identity", and he doesn’t know how to tell him the truth.
Other Students and Teachers: These are random characters who have no greater importance than being "containers" for the ghosts according to their designs and interests. All of them (as well as all the characters in the story, living or dead) are adults.
And I think that's it! Haha, it's a short guide to all the characters in Haunted, which, although there seem to be many, are actually just a few with their respective personalities marked (or at least that's what I think xD).
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XVII. The Star
Circe had taken an extremely long break after December, just a few routine consultations (without using her magic deck), some updates on her alter ego as a magical influencer, and nothing more. By this point in the year, things were starting to get boring, and she needed some energy. The fairs and events celebrating spring were the perfect time to get going. She was excited, she had to admit it; starting a new year of transformations was always a welcome time, bringing balance to the world! She even got goosebumps just thinking about it!
Peter had always been an outcast, too chubby for other people's standards of "attractive". He hadn't had a partner in all his years, he was the target of taunts and cruel jokes, and frankly, he was fed up. He just wanted to be like everyone else, without almost 20 kilos of fat on his skin. He wanted to be handsome, perfect; that was all he wanted. He knew all about self-love, self-respect, self-worth, and all that other self-motivational crap, but it didn't stop him from feeling less than, alone, abandoned in the middle of nowhere. He'd gone to a nearby fair to try and clear his head, go on a few rides, relax from the stress of university, and maybe run into a friend or two.
He was waiting in line for the Ferris Wheel. The neon lights, sweet aromas, and the blossoming spring theme filled the place; it was hard to focus on one thing. But at the back of the fair, something caught his eye. It was a tent. It didn't have extravagant colors or neon signs; it actually looked… rustic. There were flowers on the grass, the canvas was beige, a few candles lit the path, and that was it. But even so, it had a magnetic effect on him, and before he knew it, he was walking toward it, drawn like a bee to pollen.
He entered the shop cautiously, looking somewhat comical in his chosen outfit: shorts that revealed his chubby legs, a t-shirt that was a bit tight around his stomach, and his curly hair, slightly disheveled, which never looked quite right against his cheeks. He always felt his hair didn't do much to hide the "volume" of his face. Peter made his way inside the shop, finding a room with an elegant wooden table carved with intricate magical details, symbols, and runes. There was a crystal ball and other divination instruments. He observed all the items with attention and fascination.
— Hey, hi. Can I help you with something? – A sweet, feminine voice pulled him from his trance. From behind the curtains emerged a girl his age, with curly blonde hair, a slender figure, and a soft smile behind full lips painted with carmine red lipstick.
— Oh, nothing, sorry, I was just looking around. It's a really nice place here – he admitted, his gaze still wandering from one point to another. He felt as if the ceiling were almost etched with the stars and constellations of the celestial vault. Circe, in her disguise, smiled, observing the man's sweetness and innate curiosity.
— Wouldn't you be interested in knowing your fortune? – Peter lowered his gaze, noticing that she was carrying a tarot deck, which she was moving little by little, toying with it. He had always been fascinated by such things, although he had never dared to try it. Perhaps it was destiny.
— Is there a cost?
— Oh, no, not at all, it's just-
But before she could finish the sentence, he had already taken out a twenty-dollar bill and placed it on the table, sitting down opposite her and putting his hands on his knees, somewhat excited and nervous.
— Let that be the tip then.
Circe looked at the guy, intrigued, and extended her hand with a smile.
— Circe.
— Peter, nice to meet you.
She smiled, her warmth natural, sweet like the fragrance of a flower. She was excited to see which card she would draw in the tarot. She shuffled the cards, the deck passing from front to back and back again, breaking the order to rearrange them. She continued like this for a while, Peter watching her speed, fascinated. It felt a bit like being in a casino or something, until a card slipped, falling gently onto the table. The girl raised an eyebrow to turn it over.
— The star – she smiled excitedly, a sparkle in her eyes – Renewal. It means healing, that everything will get better. Its radiance will guide you through the darkness to give you what you finally deserve – Their eyes met. Peter just smiled, oblivious to what was about to happen. Suddenly, it was as if pure energy shot out from within him. Light burst and escaped from every orifice. His arms fell to his sides as he rose, levitating. Circe also stood up, fascinated by the transformation. The guy's body continued to move uncontrollably, his fingers stiff, his mouth open as the light continued to radiate. And then, suddenly, his entire being shot upward, like a shooting star, disappearing into thin air.
— Damn, I wanted to see the show – Circe muttered with a grimace, returning to the back of the tent.
In mid-air, Peter screamed in panic, transformed into a being of light hurtling at miles per hour, defying all laws of physics and nature. He was terrified, unable to stop, his body moving beyond his control. He closed his eyes, trying to avoid sinking deeper into despair.
A few blocks away, on solid ground, a more muscular guy was striding along in the comfort of a gym. His name, conveniently, was also Peter.
He had short, straight, black hair, a slightly tanned complexion, wore glasses, and had an athletic build. His pecs were a marvel of the gym. He had just returned from his workout and was about to take a shower. His muscles felt tense and somewhat smelly, and his armpit felt warm with accumulated sweat. He was grabbing his things to finally head to the locker room when he noticed a trail of light approaching from the night sky.
— Damn, is that a shooting star? – He came close to the window frame, surprised and with a gentle smile that quickly vanished when he noticed that "star" drawing closer and closer, illuminating the reflection in the window. He stumbled backward, wanting to run, expecting a crash or shattered glass, but instead, that brilliance pierced the windowpane and hurtled straight toward him, seeping into his mouth. His fingers tensed, his mouth spilled a kind of shimmering substance as he began to writhe, falling to his knees and feeling the starry essence fill him from within.
— Mfh, I don't... I don't feel well – he stammered, digging his fingers into the ground as he gagged a couple of times. His veins, like his well-defined muscles, tensed as his skin seemed to glow. The man continued to move with fierce spasms, shaking uncontrollably, trying to resist with all his might as he felt something climbing from his tailbone to the nape of his neck, along his entire spine. He stuttered a few incomprehensible things until "it" pierced his cerebral cortex. The athlete gasped in confusion, his eyes rolling back as he drooled, a foolish expression on his face, before collapsing to the ground. Luckily, no one else was there at that hour.
The glow on his skin lasted a while longer until it subsided. His breathing was slow and delicate, like a lily. What could have been just a moment or almost two hours passed before he finally opened his eyes. He looked around, confused, and put a hand to his head, trying to press against the intense throbbing he felt inside his brain.
— Ugh, what the hell – he muttered under his breath. He tried to stand but only managed to fall back down, the sharp sound of his knees hitting the ground. Peter lay there for a while longer until he finally opened his eyes, his surroundings becoming clearer – Where... Where am I?
Something was strange, and it wasn't exactly that he was in a different place than he had been a few seconds before. There was something strange about him too, to be more specific: his voice. It had a different tone; he felt like his vocal cords were resonating differently.
— Hello? – He noticed it again. It was deeper, firmer. His voice was usually higher-pitched and a bit husky because of his build, but now it felt more... masculine. He inhaled, preparing to speak again, but a foul, pungent smell stopped him in his tracks. He wrinkled his nose, coughing slightly in the process; the stench even made his nose itch – Ugh, what smells so bad?
He sniffed the air, trying to pinpoint the source. It was a salty, earthy, and musky smell, like a sports locker room, ugh… Also somewhat acidic and damp. He sniffed again, still unable to find the source, until he looked down. It was confusing to focus on just one thing among the many things that presented themselves: the smell was coming from him, and the body he was in was definitely not his.
There were thick pectoral muscles where his flabby, drooping chest had once been, firm and muscular, standing out beautifully in a sleeveless shirt that barely contained them. This also revealed his new arms, enormous and strong, with biceps the size of oranges. His eyes were wide open.
— Wow… This is… No way. Am I dreaming? – he asked with a chuckle, raising his arm to flex it. It inflated and puffed out like a balloon. Peter watched the scene, fascinated. He had never been this strong, this muscular, hell, he hadn't even been thin at any point in his life! And now these tremendous, perfect muscles belonged to him, encased in that tanned skin and… Sniff, sniff. Ugh, why did he smell so bad?
He let out another amused laugh, finally raising his arm to place his hand on the back of his neck, giving free rein for his nose to explore his new armpit. There was a good amount of damp hair swirling around, creating that pungent odor. Peter tried to restrain himself, but it was in vain. In less than five seconds, his face was buried in the hinge, tongue lolling out, licking and panting, his face flushed. He was in heaven. He still didn't understand a damn thing that was happening, but it was so perfect. He was in a strong, sexy body! Those muscles belonged to him, only to him! His other hand wandered to his stomach, patting the absence of fat. There was no flab, no belly, just chiseled abs. HE WAS PERFECT!
— Damn, I'm so hot – he chuckled again, the velvety sound escaping the corners of his mouth, a curious glint fixed in his pupils. He flexed again and again without stopping, loving the feeling of power in his knuckles, his big, thick biceps, woah! It was like a permanent adrenaline rush; he wasn't a fucking loser anymore. There wasn't a trace of his chubby cheeks or double chin; his skin was smooth, everything in place, so attractive!
He stretched his feet out on the ground, noticing his thick thighs and one detail in particular: it turned out his new body had gotten rid of his shoes before falling under his power. His bare feet, wrapped in damp white socks next to worn-out sneakers, welcomed him. He wiggled his toes, curious, trying not to burst out laughing. He could feel them, warm and wet.
— Hehehe… What are these? Size 10? – He finally lifted his feet to get a better look, shaking them in the air and letting his toes wiggle like worms as he watched them with fascination. He wasn't particularly drawn to smells, maybe not even to muscles (he just wanted to be thin, after all); but being in someone else's body, different, with a new scent and a new build, all those undiscovered stimuli were wonderful. He continued looking at himself for a while until he decided he wanted more. He lifted his sweaty shirt from the bottom to take it off, letting it fall to the side of the floor. His strong hands roamed over his pectorals first, feeling how soft they were, a firm yet spongy mix, perfect for sinking his fingers into them as he let out a moan of pleasure.
His hands traced the outline of his abs, counting them one by one, sliding his hand along them. The V-shaped contour invited him to explore further. He bit his lower lip, his chest throbbing with anticipation. He stood up with an agile movement from the floor, feeling his strong feet grip the ground. Wow. He had no idea if he'd grown a few centimeters or not, but he felt big. He used to feel like his back was gigantic (and not in a good way), hunched over, clumsy. But now he could feel his well-defined back, with broad shoulders. He smiled arrogantly and began doing push-ups and other bodybuilder poses, exaggerated and even somewhat provocative, as if the main objective were to show off those thick pecs and biceps that now belonged to him.
He kept moving, enjoying controlling his new "puppet", chuckling softly as he flexed, puffing out his biceps and chest. His skin felt warm and slightly tense, even a little sore, but it was a very different kind of pain – vigorous, satisfying. It wasn't the pain of sitting for hours behind a monitor eating chips, nah, this pain was testosterone pumping through his body, his powerful abs, and, oh my god! Peter walked over to a mirror to get a better look at himself, and dude, was he not disappointed for a second by who he was now. His chin was perfect, his hazel eyes perfectly complementing his cheeks, which, when they met his chin, formed a sharp jawline. He looked attractive, damn good-looking!
His neck concealed a lovely Adam's apple that blended seamlessly with his defined, perfect collarbones. There was even a touch of stubble on his chin, a nascent beard that suited him well. He had a muscular, nerdy look that he was loving. But the best part was when he turned around to better admire the surprises his new physique held.
His defined shoulder blades, his sculpted waist, those plump thighs accompanied by perfect, plump globes, beautiful as bubbles! He gave himself a gentle slap, watching them bounce along with his pants, moving as one. In fact, the elastic in his pants didn't bother him at all, nor did he feel like he was about to burst. It felt light, firm, and with the perfect fit, like a glove. He started taking picture after picture of his firm back, his lovely thighs, damn, that giant cake he was now carrying around – it was a miracle that thing wasn't applauding with every step he took. Hahaha!
Euphoria coursed through his veins like adrenaline. He was perfect, an Adonis. He was finally like all those guys he envied so much, the ones who made jokes and cruel comments, or those who always refused to go out with him because he wasn't thin or "attractive" enough. Now they could all go to hell! He was so damn perfect!
Peter continued moving around the empty gym. He was loving this whole game of exploration and self-admiration, but he also knew it was late and he should go to… wherever this guy lived. Which presented another challenge. He moved casually toward the locker room, turned on his phone, and activated facial recognition. The phone unlocked automatically, revealing a few apps – nothing out of the ordinary, the typical social media, some exercise and diet apps. Wow, it seemed this guy really took care of his body, and as anyone would expect, he showed it off. His social media was overflowing with photos of himself, as was his gallery, filled with selfies, casual workouts, and the occasional "thirst trap".
He continued digging through chats, but from what he could tell, he was a very reserved person. He didn't have many conversations with friends, and there was no trace of a romantic interest, which completely confused Peter. How could a guy that attractive and handsome have no one paying attention to him? Was he crazy or something? He should have guys and girls going crazy for him, with those huge muscles and a pretty face!
He took the opportunity to check the phone's activity log. If he wanted to know where his new house was, he needed to find the way there. He moved around the lockers, inserting and removing the key until he found one that matched. Luckily, it worked on the third try. He opened the door. Inside was a suitcase with clean clothes. He thought about changing, but he was more than delighted by that pungent stench, the smell that stung his nose. Now that he thought about it… The guy slipped his hand inside his pants, making sure to feel what was hidden there. He moved his fingers around the shaft and the girth beneath, getting a little closer to the top of his thighs. He kept moving, rubbing his fingers together until he finally pulled them out, bringing them straight to his nose and inhaling deeply. The stench was pungent, strong, and fucking delicious… Mfhhhh, Peter loved it. He rubbed his fingers against the tip of his nose as if he wanted to etch that stinky smell onto his face.
He grabbed his things, licking his lips as he headed for the door, but when his gaze fell on the mirror, he stopped dead in his tracks, realizing he wasn't wearing a shirt. He shook his head to himself with a chuckle, taking the opportunity to bend down again and snap a picture with his new phone. The pumping in those arms looked fantastic! He was starting to get excited just thinking about all the guys who would be at his feet, eager to get a taste of those nice muscles. Damn, he'd suddenly have all the activity he hadn't had in years.
He put on his clean t-shirt (he had no idea where he'd left the old one, but meh, what did it matter? In fact, a naughty, lustful image also crossed his mind: imagining some skinny guy showing up the next morning to train, finding his t-shirt smelly and wet. The urge to press it against his nose would be inevitable, forcing himself to take a swig). He looked at himself in the mirror again, lifting his t-shirt to take a picture.
He'd never been so arrogant and conceited, but he couldn't waste such a great physique. Damn, he really hoped he wasn't dreaming because this was a fantasy come true.
He finally left the building, moving through the streets, attracting the gazes of all the passersby. Some looked at him with admiration, others with envy, and still others with desire. To the latter, he always made a point of winking while licking his lips. He felt great, masculine and powerful! A single movement was all it took to have them eating out of the palm of his hand.
His thick thighs, along with his strong but sweaty feet, guided him to the right address. It was an apartment complex; the challenge now would be to discover which floor was his. He climbed the stairs like a lynx, traversing the hallways until he found the right door. He opened it and left his things scattered about. The place was cozy; there was no one else there, so he concluded that he lived alone. He continued exploring his new abode. There was a room with sports equipment, another with his bed and a computer, the bathroom – there wasn't much to explore, really. The apartment was boring for any straight guy. He threw himself onto the bed, feeling the comfort of the mattress as he raised his arm to take a drag, inhaling with a smile.
— Mfh… Yes, this is the life.
He continued lying down for a while until curiosity got the better of him. Technically, he was now in the privacy of "his house", of "his room". Why not let loose then? He pulled down his pants to be a little more comfortable, approaching a large mirror in the bedroom. He didn't want to miss a single second of this live demonstration. He still hadn't gotten over the feeling of being in someone else's body, of having another man's arms belong to him, using his face, having his voice, absolutely everything about him under his control. It was like watching a video or something, with the only difference being that "that person" would do whatever he wanted. He continued the show, revealing tight red boxers, and whistled with an enchanted smile.
— Well, well... What do we have here? – He continued posing, flexing his muscles and taking photo after photo. He wanted to make the whole thing memorable. It was so enchanting that he wasn't even thinking about the nature of the event, the fact that his original body and identity had evaporated like candle smoke, that he was even in another city, states away from his original home. But what mattered most now was seeing himself in the mirror.
He had never seen another guy “all natural” like this in his life. The blood pumped to his tool as he gazed at his reflection. It was unlike anything he had ever felt or seen before. There was no fat, no love handles, no pitiful, pathetic look. Now there was power, attractiveness, a pungent odor that reminded him of the power that now coursed through his body, perfect and attractive. It was great!
Another spark of curiosity prickled his spine. His gaze fell on the wardrobe beside him, and he smiled inwardly. He started running his hands over all the clothes, every texture and color: compression shirts, sleeveless tops, leggings – some even had spandex – tight-fitting, looser, with shorter necklines or V-necks that perfectly showcased his chest.
He tried on each garment, not caring if he stained them with his sweat or that musty, sour smell. The clothes piled up on the floor as he pulled more out, trying to empty the closet, but meh. That would be a problem for the next day. He felt great, good about himself, cute, handsome. For the first time, he didn't hide his gaze when he stood in front of a mirror. He liked his reflection; he loved his new identity. He didn't want to be anyone else. He also experimented a bit with his new identity, discovering his "new" name.
At least he wouldn't have any trouble introducing himself to other people. Heh… That night he barely slept at all, continuing to rummage through the things in his new body, even the dirty clothes he'd amused himself with until he was dry. He fell asleep until the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the curtains to hit his face. He muttered a few things, opening his eyes. He thought maybe he was back in his own body, that everything that had happened had been a vivid dream, but as soon as his vision focused, he found himself tangled in the sheets wearing only his boxers. His enormous foot welcomed him.
Peter chuckled, moving his foot again, ecstatic with the control he had over that athletic and attractive body.
He put on only a pair of slightly tight, worn jeans and went to the kitchen for a simple bowl of cereal. Even his taste buds felt different; everything inside him was new. He checked his phone from top to bottom: his entire photo gallery, internet history, and more. It turned out this guy was a trainer at the same gym he'd been to before (which explained why he was there so late). His muscular physique and, in part, the fact that his bank account wasn't exactly what he'd hoped for all contributed to his success. But, well, his golden ticket had to fail somewhere. He got ready, putting on a sleeveless shirt with a rolled-down collar that accentuated his pecs. He also changed his pants for lycra shorts that highlighted his thighs, his round buttocks, and the outline of his package. He grabbed his suitcase again (though he made sure not to pack a change of clothes), sprayed on some cologne, leaving the deodorant behind, and left the apartment. He walked back down the streets, familiarizing himself with the route that, for some reason, now felt natural. He didn't have to look at his phone; it was as if his feet had activated an automatic GPS, leading him to the gym doors, which, unlike yesterday, were already packed.
The employee at the counter greeted him – in fact, everyone did. They gave him friendly glances, some of admiration, gently bumped his shoulder, or bumped fists with him. Peter felt like a fish out of water at first, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he felt…seen. His whole life he had been ignored, the guy they picked last, the friend who stayed behind, but now, he shone. He literally attracted everyone (or maybe it was his clothes and the absence of deodorant that were working), but damn, he was loving his new identity.
He had to manage to find his clients, put them through the motions he thought best, and learn how to use the machines, trying to keep that arrogant, egocentric streak from showing too much. He didn't want to leave any loose ends (although, pfft, who would suspect that he was actually a fat guy in this trainer's body? That only happened in the movies; he could relax a little).
— Pet, are you feeling okay? – Another trainer approached the guy, his eyebrow slightly raised. He was wearing slightly more "covering" clothing, but even so, his muscles were perfectly visible beneath that compression shirt.
— Better than ever, why do you say that, dude? – Peter was resting on one of the exercise machines, his massive back against the support as he occasionally flexed those big, strong arms.
— Well, I... I feel like you're acting more... Um. How can I put this without sounding rude? Arrogant?
— Oh, haha. Well, maybe today I'll wake up wanting to, you know. Show the world what I've got, don't you think that's fantastic? – He flexed his arms at the guy's astonished gaze. The real Peter used to be more reserved, dedicated to his work and sports. Now, he only had a guy obsessed with himself, uninterested in training and more entertained by looking at his phone and taking pictures.
— Um… I think I'd better go. If you need anything, you can tell me.
— Sure, bro – Saying that last word had made him feel great for some reason; even his tool stirred eagerly at that simple three-letter word.
Although that conversation left him thinking a lot… Was this really what he wanted? He had a killer physique, perfect charisma. He couldn't see a damn thing without those glasses, but meh, he wore them for a reason. His pecs were plump, fleshy, and firm; his arms, needless to say; Did he really just want to waste his potential being a trainer and nothing more? That body had potential, although he surely lacked any training or career background. Applying the knowledge from his old body would be ideal, but getting a job without real preparation would be difficult. What could he do? His gaze remained fixed on the gym ceiling, thinking, until the answer came to him like the presence of the letter, as if Circe herself were whispering in his ear what to do. He stood up, grabbed his things, and left; he needed to go to the store.
Peter spent all the savings from his new body on a gaming setup: a good keyboard, microphone, and camera. He was lucky that the old "Peter" had already bought a laptop before; maybe it wasn't the best, but it would be good enough to start with. He wanted to be a star, and he was going to work as hard as necessary to achieve it. It was a risky move, but what was stopping him? He could try and win.
I didn't want to stereotype video game fans, but undoubtedly, having a good physique that exuded charisma was a magnet for subscribers. In less than a week, he already had 500 subscribers. Some really enjoyed watching him play; others loved seeing his pecs bounce every time he won or lost, flexing, scratching his armpits – it was a show he loved putting on every night. The tips started pouring in, the subscribers increased until the name "Starboy" (yes, why not live up to everything that had brought him this far?) was selling like hotcakes.
The audience adored him, sending him gifts, keeping a close eye on his updates and social media. His followers skyrocketed, and his profile was filled with videos of him doing silly trends, mostly flexing, showing off his abs, doing ridiculous dances, or playing gameplay. His bank account swelled until he became a video game celebrity (with a solid fanbase who loved watching him flex his muscles in front of the camera).
— Hey, what's up, guys? – Peter said confidently as his stream began. Watching the comments pour in, he smiled confidently. That night he was wearing a gray compression shirt that fit him perfectly, like a glove. He flexed slightly – Are you ready for today's stream?
He winked.
Yes. He was loving this new life. He no longer hid or was ashamed of himself or his body (in fact, he was becoming addicted to showing it off). He finally had everything he wanted and more: fame, attractiveness, money. He was literally a fucking star. Other guys adored him, begged for a date with him, and even though he might not have fully committed to finding someone for a one-night stand or anything serious, that was fine. He felt like he wanted to give it a little more time. Why rush? He was comfortable like this, eager for more. He finally had everything he wanted.
— No way, this guy's got a great body – Cirse said with a smile as she ate some popcorn after finding Peter's account. She felt the magical seal of the tarot card all over him. She continued scrolling until she landed on his live stream, watching him casually lift his armpit while making a silly face after scoring a win.
She put another handful of popcorn in his mouth, another satisfactory trade achieved – Damn, he sure knows how to play. Good for him.
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The Great Shift: Dad To Son
It's been almost two years since The Great Shift, a global event that swapped bodies for most of the population. Famous people ended up in the bodies of family men, devout people in the bodies of actors in "peculiar" movies, and the list goes on. And me?
Well, I swapped bodies with my only son. It was a huge change, no doubt (and it screwed me over in more ways than one), going from being a businessman with the body of a god to a weakling and a loser... You can imagine.
Our relationship was pretty bad. I have to admit I didn't pay him much attention; I was always more worried about work, casual dates with hot women, or just too tired to listen to him complain about how he was being bullied. Pfft... He needed to stop being a wimp and become a man (which he did, unfortunately for me). So when our roles switched, he became addicted to power. He always rubbed my old body in my face, how he wore increasingly tight or leather suits, the parade of guys coming up the stairs before their panting started, and the sound of the bed creaking incessantly.
And me? Well, I had to adapt to reliving high school without all the tools I had the first time around. I no longer had my popularity or my physique; it was torture... And yes, I had to deal with some bullies, former nerds who were now in the bodies of athletes and wanted to take out all the abuse of years on someone. It was a dark time, but at least it's over, and now I'm off to college (again).
It's kind of a pain having to relearn everything I already knew and relive what I already did. Without a doubt, I missed my old body... I missed feeling important, filling the room with just my presence, damn, not having to take the damn bus but my Mercedes.
And the "cure"? Ha! I had been hopeful for the first few months, that scientists might find something to solve all this chaos, but when I saw that several presidents, elite researchers, cabinet members, and politicians ended up with young, attractive, and muscular bodies, my hopes faded.
I had no choice but to adapt to this body and the challenges that came with it, and believe me... there were many. Beyond the obvious ones about losing muscle mass, or no longer owning my company or my money, I found something "natural" about this body that, to me, was anything but.
The attraction to men.
I wasn't homophobic, I want to emphasize that. But I was absolutely heterosexual before I ended up in David's body. And I thought that would stay that way, I mean. Look at my son, I don't think he's ever been near a woman in all this time inside my body; but unfortunately for me, that wasn't the case. The first few weeks it was just casual stuff, sneaking glances at other guys' pecs, the way their pants hung around their thighs, a longer-than-usual look in the underwear aisle...
And then, one night, without me being able to control it, I was throwing my new tool with the anxiety of someone going through withdrawal. I didn't even bother to turn down my moans, or the volume of my phone streaming a scene between two men; I came all over the sheets, my chest and breathing ragged.
And from then on, it only got worse. Blind dates, stifled kisses; It was like following this body's instincts but at the same time, wanting to resist them. Things felt so bad yet so good at the same time. My thoughts kept getting worse, and things got even more complicated when I had a guy much more muscular than me in front of me. It was like my hormones were raging like oil on a griddle.
But everything was worse when HE was in front of me. And by "he" I mean my old body.
With those suits... The way the shirt buttons strained around his chest, as if his bust was too much for the fabric to hold. And I knew he took advantage every chance he got, kicking off his shoes under the table after "a long day", bending down and asking me for help while wiggling his fat buttocks.
The challenge kept getting worse, and I didn't know how much longer I could take it. I was playing with fire. And I was caring less and less. I've even started wearing his clothes. Before, I thought they were pretty... revealing. But damn, don't you think my ass looks fantastic? Everything's perfectly where it should be, with these big, fantastic glutes! Ugh, shit. Sorry, it's really starting to get difficult for me, uh... to manage myself.
I have to admit, David's body was... tempting. He had a skinny build, but when it came to legs and hips, his glutes were so well defined against the fabric of his boxers, and his thighs, well, let's not forget. Lately, I'd been having some financial problems that were increasing almost in tandem with my "control issues". David, in my body, was still giving me a few bills for school supplies, and his college fund (now mine) was intact, but when it came to "extra cash", that's where the problem arose. He was always making excuses and lecturing me about how I should save money, put it aside, and earn it myself. Damn, he was getting his revenge. I deserved it, I knew it. He was using the same speeches I used when he was my son. He was angry and wouldn't do anything but give me what I "deserved". Luckily, I found a way to satisfy this body's craving for more and make money in the process.
— Mfhh, do you like that? – I moved hypnotically in front of the camera, making sure to use my new assets. I'd been chatting for a couple of weeks with one of my old office friends who'd had the same luck as me, ending up in the body of his college-aged daughter, who was now squandering his money on jewelry and expensive makeup while he tried to capitalize on having a bust and a defined waist. He'd recommended I become a "camguy" – I had the body and the natural charm to dedicate myself to it.
At first, I refused. What did I think I was? I had dignity; I wasn't an easy one. But I had also planted a seed of insecurity inside me that slowly grew and took root until I couldn't hold back any longer. There were many guys who had ended up in the bodies of millionaires, actors, business owners, and more, overflowing with money they didn't even know what to do with. Initially, I felt so ashamed. How could I have fallen so low? In clothes so tight they barely covered anything. But little by little, the feeling of seeing the views increase, the money pouring in like rain, finally dispelled any doubts I had.
— You all seem a bit subdued today. What's wrong? Don't you like how I look today? – I ran my hand over my smooth chest, squeezing it lightly as I let out a gasp. I licked my lip, leaving it glistening with saliva. At first, I thought about covering my face, protecting my identity, but there was also a perverse, free instinct to just let it go. To let it pass like the wind itself, what was wrong with someone seeing me like this?
The days and the recordings increased, becoming my daily routine. I had traded the office, corporate documents, and tailored suits for nights locked in my new room, secret recordings, and tight clothes. The money was a strong bonus, but the most important thing lay beyond that: the attention.
Maybe I no longer had a big or muscular physique, nor did I have women lining up for me, nor did I have my job; but I had the attention of hundreds of guys online drooling over me, addicted to my body, anxious for a simple update or a greeting, like dogs trained to worship me. I loved it.
— So, how was college? – David asked from inside my body while noisily chewing a steak he'd bought from an expensive restaurant. I'd barely touched my dinner; I didn't have much of an appetite, even though my steak looked just as appetizing. His attention didn't seem very focused on me; he was flipping through a couple of corporate documents, his biceps tensing every time he cut the meat or turned a paper, bulging through the fabric of his shirt.
— It was fine, nothing too important – I said, checking my phone, watching the reflection of David's real body staring back at me before the screen finally lit up. I'd have a live stream in a little while; I had to be quick if I wanted to get decent tips.
— Do you have something to do? You haven't stopped checking your phone – he said in a somewhat authoritarian tone that made my legs tremble. I had to admit, he was good at playing my part. I just cleared my throat.
— Homework – I lied – Can I go? I'm not very hungry today – He stood still for a moment, as if analyzing my last words, put the documents aside, and smiled somewhat mockingly.
— And what subject lets you record yourself as homework? – The water almost spilled over me. He loosened his tie, his thick collar gleaming beneath his shirt collar, the buttons undone as he stretched. He leaned back slightly, the fabric rustling against his framed pecs.
— W-What are you talking about?
— Let's not play games, will we? I know what you've been doing with my body. It's not like you're very discreet about what you do behind closed doors.
His voice echoed through the room, controlling and intimidating, like a lion claiming its territory. My legs trembled even more; if I didn't hold it, I'd wet myself.
— I-I…
— Are you going to keep lying, “son”?
It bothered me so much that he'd called me that ever since The Great Shift started. It was bullshit. I was his father. He had to respect me. He only used my thick muscles to manipulate them as he pleased, like I was a damn rag doll. It was unheard of. But at that very moment, the word sounded so controlling, dominant, and… comforting.
— N-no. But I-I…
The chair creaked, he stepped back to walk toward me, his loafers clattering against the floorboards like military boots. He placed his hand on my chin, digging his fingers in to guide my attention to him.
— I'll only ask once, what have you been doing with my body, bitch? – My legs tensed, a shiver ran down my spine, but at the same time, a warm sensation began to spread across my skin, eager for more. I wanted more.
— I…
Shit, I was lost.
To be continued.
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Mirrorbound
— When are you... going to let me... out? – Rick's tired, hostile voice echoed as he slammed his hands against the glass, hitting it hard.
The other man looked at him with a certain indifference, admiring himself in the mirror, carefully tracing the line of his chin, his strong, perfect jaw. He felt like some kind of demigod with those well-formed attributes that would make anyone drool; it wasn't for nothing that he'd been in that body for almost a month.
— Nah, that's not going to happen in a million years – the body snatcher, who was now manipulating Rick like a puppet, chuckled, licked his lips, and continued his self-exploration session as he did almost every day. He never tired of seeing that pretty face and those well-defined muscles.
— I said let me out! – the man yelled, smashing himself against the mirror again from the inside. His "admiration time" was the only time he could communicate with him, at least as long as he had a reflection nearby.
— Pfft. Don't exaggerate, idiot – he saw the other use his body to start running his hands over his chest, his fingers tickling his areolas from top to bottom, his lower lip bitten with a chuckle and low gasps – It's not like anyone actually misses you.
— You can't say that!
— Oh no? Of course I can, you moron! You have no idea how many compliments I've received this past month – he flexed his arms – about improving “my” personality, that it was a relief I'd stopped being an arrogant, narcissistic jerk.
— I'm not like that! – At first, he'd been horrified to see his body acting without his control, watching it flex his arms, play with his pecs, rummage through the dirty laundry, and press his sweaty compression shirts against his nose. Now... he'd partly resigned himself to it – People love me! They love my personality!
— Are those the lies you tell yourself? How pathetic – he muttered under his breath, taking off the shirt he was wearing to try on another. He liked how this one accentuated his large pecs and the outline of his waist – Admit it, I'm much better than you. I know how to use this body better – he boasted, laughing and making a couple of silly faces just to infuriate the other.
— Shut up and give me back my body!
— Or what? I'm reminding you of our places, I'm not the one trapped only in reflections – the outline of his buttocks was visible through those tight shorts, he gave them a loud, resounding slap, causing a mocking gasp to escape his lips as he exaggerated – And you know what people like most about your new "self"?
— Look, you idiot, when I get out of here, I-
— This – he squeezed his buttocks between his fingers again – If you only knew how much guys love to play with it, break it, and leave it dripping.
— YOU SON OF A BITCH! NO!
— And they definitely love it even more to see that shitty personality disappear. Being kind and respectful to others doesn't cost you anything, you know? – he combed his hair one last time – Anyway. I'm done looking at you for today. I have a date after the gym, and I don't want to keep him waiting for... trivial distractions – he readjusted his compression shirt – Besides, this guy told me how much he loves sweat, so I want to get these bad guys nice and wet – he raised his arm to trace the line of his armpit – Who knows? Maybe I could even make him clean me from head to toe.
— NO, NO, NO! GIVE IT BACK!
— See you, Ricky – He turned around and flipped him the bird, leaving the guy trapped in the mirror, yelling and banging with a muffled echo.
Maybe he'd see him in a couple of hours when he turned on his phone's camera. He always loved seeing him neurotic when he took naughty photos at the gym. Mmm. Yeah, he loves using his body.
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Haunted: Flashback
Previous part: Haunted - Intangible
December 30, 2025. Benji's Birthday – 7:00 PM.
Ben lay on the floor, completely motionless, the remains of the broken Rex's statuette were scattered on the floor just like the various things he had in his hands prior to the "attack". His chest rose and fell slowly, as if his pulse were weak, almost nonexistent.
It continued descending until it stopped, the paleness in his skin was clear, his lips followed the same path while his skin cooled. The "ritual" proceeded dangerously until he opened his eyes suddenly, his pulse rushed back with the force of waves while his lungs shot to fill with air, his gaze was somewhat lost, he coughed somewhat confused at the sensation of being breathing again, it was something that always happened to him. He hated it a little.
— Ugh – He sat up, allowing his vital functions to begin reestablishing themselves on their own, that was strange, never in all his years of possession had that happened but now... – Oh my god.
His gaze slid downward, toward his slightly flat chest and his abdominals, the t-shirt he had decided to wear that day, he swallowed a bit of saliva, his eyes filling with a shine of excitement, he extended his legs in front, feeling how his heels touched the floor wrapped in socks (slightly damp) and worn sneakers.
— Woah... – he let out a slight giggle, bit his lower lip, trying not to make noise, he didn't want to alert anyone so they wouldn't ruin the fun – This is... – He tried to say fantastic but a wrong movement caused the t-shirt fabric to brush softly against his aureola, which caused him to roll his eyes back with a stupid expression – Uuhhh...
He smiled, feeling more alive than ever. His toes curled slightly, feeling the dampness of the sock, in any normal context, it would even give him a bit of disgust, but now, he felt a slight charm in rubbing against the sweat-laden fabric.
He also loved his new slender frame, his light arms, his bicep was very small, like a ball, but that was what mattered least.
— Holy heavens, incredible – he smiled from ear to ear, leaning his back against the wall, his hands went without fear toward his pectorals to start groping them, his hands covered them without problem, perfect for sinking his fingers and digging them in without mercy – Uuhhhh!
"Benji" was in glory, and that was confirmed when his bulge began to rise, creating a tent in the middle of his pants, he bit his lower lip again, trying to silence the pants that would soon fill the hallway if he didn't close his mouth, but the sensation was so fucking delicious, his eyes were anxious, rolling back from time to time, with dilated pupils and a lost gaze while he touched his new body more and more.
His pectorals, the biceps, those thighs... For being slender, he had to admit that Ben had a good build, he even had abs to die for, not so marked but without a single trace of fat. Was this the same guy who felt so much pity for himself? He was feeling so great in his body! Every centimeter was fabulous, perfect curly hair, even his cheekbones were wonderful!
The guy stood up as best he could, feeling his legs wobble at the slightest step. He still didn't fully understand what was happening to that body, it was like... Revitalizing it from scratch. There was a too strange calm there, the calm wasn't bad but, it was like suddenly inhabiting a desert, where there was nothing but himself. Usually, when he possessed someone he always felt someone inside, the presence of something, but now. Everything was... empty.
He didn't know how "good" that was, but honestly, that was what mattered least to him.
He got used little by little to walking without having to hold onto the walls, leaving a mess behind him with all his gifts squandered on the floor, the invader didn't give a damn what happened to them. He made his way until he reached the dormitory wing, he spent almost half an hour inserting and removing the same key against the locks until finally one fit, entering and getting in with eagerness, he slammed the door. What did it matter?
His chest rose and fell from excitement, his fingers tingled, a somewhat crooked smile and abnormal for Ben's typical one now lit up his face.
— Let's see what we have here... – he whispered, sliding his hand to put it inside his pants, palming the shaft and trying to calculate the length, pressing his hip against the door while he continued moving his hand back and forth, his heavy balls also moved while he tried to lower those uncomfortable tight pants – Mghhh... – His eyes wandered backward, panting, his nipples hardened while he stuck out his tongue, flushed and with sweat starting to accumulate everywhere.
— Mfhhh! – The typical Ben was just a shadow of the now unrestrained being that inhabited inside him. He advanced through the room stumbling until he reached the mirror, contemplating his new "container" better, a dark thought surrounded his mind, causing a perverted smile on his lips – What's wrong, Ben? Do you like how I move inside you? – He gave a dark laugh again, enjoying the feast in the reflection, brandishing his tool like a saber, licking his teeth and contemplating the scene. He sank his fingers around his entire pectoral again, panting – Mfhhh, so meaty and soft.
With his free hand, he continued moving back and forth. He lifted his armpit to also test the stench that now belonged to him, he was anxious. All the possibilities that opened before him like a fan. Being able to take Benjamin's life away from him, have his cute face, those semi-bulky arms, his perfect thighs and shit, those globes he carried behind, round and perfect, with the right amount of hair on them, what surprises one can hide under clothes... Hehe...
He continued caressing himself, passing his hand over the abdomen, he couldn't keep his hands still in one place, ecstatic and crazy for more. The mere fact of breathing was so ecstatic, the lungs filling, his whole chest inflating and deflating; he felt powerful in some way! He didn't know if it was for being alive again, for stealing someone else's body or what the hell was making him feel like this, but it felt so good!
He caressed himself again, making sure to pass his hand in front, following the sway without stopping the rhythm of his hand while from behind he also caressed his firm and round glutes, putting his hand directly in the division between both globes, he continued with more energy, panting and excited for more, that dark and lustful shine gave a glow that illuminated in the midst of the darkness, he tugged a while longer until he felt the tension in his balls and his tool, propagating upward to follow the domino effect in fall. He had to cling to the wall as he splattered drops and drops of thick substance that splashed everywhere, he hadn't realized that someone else was accompanying him in the room.
— Wow, it seems someone is having fun.
"Ben" lifted his gaze somewhat terrified upon hearing the grave tone in the voice, trying to start speaking, but he only ended up stumbling over himself with the words and babbling – Don't worry, there's nothing to say. Actually, I'm somewhat... Intrigued by the meat suit you're using right now.
— I don't... I don't understand – He stuttered.
— Yes, I've been observing him for weeks if not months, but I think your "incident" falls like a ring on my finger, something very convenient, if you ask me – he twisted a sinister smile, examining Benjamin's body as if it were a specimen – So I propose a deal to you.
— Do you think I'm stupid? I know you'll get me out of here as soon as you can.
— Not at all. I give you my word.
— And what do I get in return?
— I'm glad you ask, it's very simple. You can continue pretending to be him, enjoy what he has and the advantages of being alive again. Doesn't that sound good?
— And what do you want in return?
— Just let me see it more... Up close. Strictly professional. I just wanna see how the things work "inside". So tell me, "Ben", do we have a deal?
The "mortal" observed as he extended his hand, pressed his lips, and then shook his hand.
— Deal.
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Just For Tonight
Type of Love: Brotherly Love
— Come on, Kev! Please. I've never asked you for anything! Just one favor. That's all I ask, do it for me, for your little brother.
— You're crazy if you think I'll let you do that. Besides, I already told you I don't like playing with Grandma's voodoo crap, it's creepy.
— And nothing will happen, I promise, it's harmless!
— You only managed to convince me once and I don't want you in my body again, shorty.
— That was an accident! This time it'll be different! I promise.
Kevin turned slightly, raising an eyebrow at his brother, curious to hear what he might propose.
— Look. We both switch bodies, me in yours, you in mine. Doesn't sound so bad, does it?
— And what could I do in your body? Besides, Valentine's Day is coming up and I'm not going to miss it just to be in your body, I have plans with Mason.
— That's why I want him! I…
— No, you idiot. You're not going near him, not a chance.
— Just listen to me! – His face turned red with fury and a touch of shame. He lowered his gaze, trying to find the right words – I'm not as handsome as you, and I don't have a fabulous body. Guys ignore me, no... I'm not cute. I want to feel like that, even if it's just for one night, and have someone who's crazy about me, you know? – His heart pounded – I know you and Mason have been together for ages, and that you love each other and everything, but I've never felt that way. I'm not handsome like you, and I don't think anyone would ever notice me like that, please, Kev. Please.
Gill's eyes became pitiful and tearful. He lowered his gaze, trying not to burst into tears. His older brother held his gaze for a moment longer.
— Fine, but it'll only be for one day. Okay? And you'd better not do anything weird to my body or with Mason. In return, you'll do my homework and chores for a month, got it?
— Two months if you want! – The excitement on his face was palpable; his brother just rolled his eyes and let out a slight snort.
— Don't make me regret this – Gill just shook his head and pulled a medallion from his pocket. He had prepared the magical object a few nights ago. He had to admit that although he could have stolen his brother's body from the start without asking permission, he wanted everything to be done knowingly and peacefully (he didn't want videos of his body running around the streets screaming nonsense). Besides, the mere fact that his brother was allowing this change already showed how good he was to him.
The younger brother suddenly pressed the device against Kevin's chest. The energy surged, and both their eyes rolled back as yellow and blue flashes enveloped them.
— Uhhh… – His older brother's lips parted, his gaze unfocused, his muscles tensing slightly as the energy flowed. The yellow wave filtered toward him while the blue one escaped his mouth with a drawn-out gasp, then slammed into Gill's mouth. His fingers twisted slightly as he felt the energy fill him from head to toe. His eyes also rolled back as the energy spread between them, finally being contained and bursting into them like a gelatinous slime. They both fell backward, their vision blurring, and collapsed, unconscious.
— Ugh… Shit… My head – Kevin gasped in pain, trying to sit up. He felt like an entire mountain of rocks had fallen on him; everything hurt: his head, his back. Probably from the blow he'd taken after falling unconscious. But there was something else, a burning sensation in his muscles like… Oh shit. His gaze cautiously scanned himself: his toned legs, his perfect abs, shit, those thick pecs, his biceps! He felt so tense and yet so pumped and sculpted! Woah! Were they really that big? He gently patted his chest, feeling the thickness between his fingers, caressing his areola at the same time, biting his lower lip as he tried to stifle a laugh and a gasp simultaneously.
Clearly, that wasn't Kevin, but Gill inside his body. He stood up carefully, feeling the strength in his new, powerful muscles. He flexed, admiring himself with a low chuckle. He loved that his brother was wearing a compression shirt before the change. So great!
He looked up a little higher to find his old body still lying on the living room rug, snoring. He approached curiously to see himself, thinking about nudging him to wake him up, but… He was too excited to see himself and continue discovering himself to have his spoilsport brother hanging around trying to “control” him. He tiptoed upstairs to keep observing himself, reaching his brother's room and locking the door as a “precaution”.
— Damn, Kev, this is so cool – he said to himself through his reflection, flexing and posing. He loved seeing how the blue fabric clung to him, his shoulders and pecs perfectly positioned. All his life he'd felt unattractive, and it had only gotten worse as he grew up, seeing more muscular and attractive guys, having the world at his fingertips. College was even worse; but now, everything was different. He had that sharp jawline! And… Gill carefully lifted his shirt until it was off, revealing the meaty abs and pecs hidden beneath it. It was amazing! He was practically drooling just looking at them. He couldn't keep his hands still, and at the same time, he didn't even know where to put them. He felt so damn good! Strong, agile, and fast. Before, he'd be winded climbing a couple of flights of stairs; now he felt like he could run two kilometers without getting tired!
He continued looking at his reflection, biting his lower lip. A mischievous idea slowly seeped into his mind as he gazed at himself, then looked at his closet, full of workout clothes.
— Mfffhh! Damn, yeah – he loved feeling his biceps grow and try to handle the weight he was carrying. The stench from his armpits was starting to settle in the more he exercised. He was only wearing his brother's headphones, a basketball tank top, and loose pants, besides those stinky shoes. He'd never been much of a fan of smells, but piloting Kevin's body seemed to give him a special fascination with his own scent, so full of testosterone and pheromones. It was so hard to control himself; the smells around him were only stimulating him more and more. With his hardened tool, his armpits craving attention, even the stench of other guys just chatting behind him, it was driving him crazy.
— Kev, damn, you've got a great body-
He licked his lips, looking at himself in the gym's reflection, his arms pumped and glistening with sweat. He even winked at himself. He felt a unique fascination with his body, bordering on arrogance. He was no longer the skinny guy who couldn't attract a single stone! Now he was fantastic, with that tanned skin, perfect cheekbones, hunter's eyes, and silky hair. He could have anyone he wanted!
The new Kevin took off his tank top and let it fall, damp and smelly, to the floor. The other people were somewhat confused by his behavior. While he was sometimes a bit over the top with his workouts or the way he took photos for his stories, this was definitely... beyond anything he'd done before. Puffing out his pecs, exuding a natural confidence and arrogance, he shamelessly patted his legs and buttocks, just watching them sway with gravity. Damn, before, they didn't applaud that kind of thing. He knew he should control himself more, he had promised Kevin not to do anything strange in his body, but it was as if he couldn't resist the urge to show off everything he now had.
He felt a vibration on his phone and immediately pulled it out, a little nervous. What if his older brother had woken up and was already looking for him? He could already imagine the barrage of comments and rules that were coming, but instead, there was a message from a contact: “Love”
📲. Hey, handsome. I’m almost done with training, are you ready? I hope you haven’t forgotten about the dinner you promised me at Barney’s.
There was a photo attached to the message. Gill just felt his new tool begin to stir and rub against the tight fabric of his boxers. He smiled slightly, pulling his shoulders back as if he wanted to further reaffirm his new identity and the control it entailed.
He wanted to reply again, even send a photo, exude that masterful confidence in the moment, in the act, but he felt his fingers tremble at the mere thought of responding. Mason was fantastic, kind, funny, and had a great body.
His relationship with Kevin was really stable, and they looked good together. Gill wasn't envious of that per se, more than the fact that someone was so crazy about him. The guy longed to one day find his own "Mason", but it seemed like that would be an impossible quest. That's why he'd asked him for such a favor: to just lend him his body for Valentine's Day… Shit! It was true, today was Valentine's Day, and he hadn't planned anything. Why had he been so impulsive in asking him that if he had nothing planned? Besides, they were going to dinner. He thought maybe they were just going to hug, kiss, or be together, not stand face to face talking for almost three hours!
He inhaled, trying to calm himself. He didn't have to worry about anything, did he? He was his brother now; he had his great physique. Those muscles had to be good for something. He returned home without showering, heading straight to his brother's room. He checked the living room first, still finding him passed out and snoring like a hibernating bear. In the closet, he started going through each garment, trying to find something that would suit him. It was obvious he wasn't going to wear workout clothes, so he wanted something more… formal, although, ugh, he wasn't going to wear a turtleneck or anything like that either. He finally found a short-sleeved black shirt that accentuated his arms with the cut of the sleeves. His collarbone looked tempting, his neck long and sculpted. He thought about showering first, or at least putting on deodorant, but he figured it was too late, so he just added cologne, still smelling that pungent odor. He grabbed Kevin's scooter keys, praying he wouldn't crash on the way, but when he took the handlebars, he felt a strange ease course through his veins, as if the scooter were an extension of himself. It didn't take him long to reach the restaurant, still nervous.
He made his way through the crowd until he met Mason's gaze. Mason simply extended his arm and waved. Damn, his bicep looked good like that… Gill swallowed, nodding and finally approaching the table to sit across from him. It was a rather luxurious restaurant. He assumed they both had enough money for such an expensive date. He knew his brother had a good job as an accountant, but it still seemed strange to him to have so much money to squander.
— Aren't you going to greet me properly? – Mason raised an eyebrow with a gentle smile.
— Uh… – "Kevin" swallowed, almost stammering nervously – Sure, sure – He nodded and stood up, awkwardly. He leaned in to give Mason a chaste kiss on the lips, remembering the promise he'd made to his older brother not to do anything strange inside him, but his boyfriend gripped the back of his neck tightly, pulling him into a more intense kiss. Their lips clashed incessantly, a little saliva even trickling as their tongues brushed and danced together. Gill recoiled, his gaze almost lost in surprise and an awkward situation beneath him.
— Woah, you feel... different today – Mason murmured with a playful smile. "Kevin" sat down, still reeling from what had just happened – Is everything alright? Also… – He inhaled sharply – Do you have a new cologne?
Gill was speechless. What could he say?
— Uh... Yeah, it's a new perfume. Do you like it? – He awkwardly raised his arm, flexing it with a silly grin. Mason almost blushed instantly with embarrassment. Gill thought he was going to tell him to stop or something.
— I really like it, actually, and… It's nice not to see you so self-conscious as usual – Mason even leaned closer to sniff more, inhaling deeply to absorb the pungent, musky notes, heavy with sweat mixed with Kevin's cheap cologne. He leaned back in his seat as if he were almost experiencing ecstasy through his nose.
— I’m glad you like it – he winked, picking up the menu to see what to order, though a movement against his leg stopped him. He looked down, noticing Mason had taken off his shoe and was slowly sliding his foot up Gill’s leg until it slid up and pressed against it. Gill almost gasped aloud.
— What’s wrong? Is something bothering you? – Mason raised his eyebrows at his “boyfriend’s” nervous expression and flushed cheeks. Gill just shook his head, his face as red as a tomato, unsure what to say. He had to admit, all this was a bonus on top of having his older brother’s sculpted body.
— Uh… Nothing, I… – He swallowed – So, how was your day?
Mason almost let his sip of water fall out when he heard that, even pulling his foot away.
— Excuse me?
— I said… How was your day?
— Well, it was… good. Hey, are you sure you’re okay? Not to be rude, but you don't usually ask these things…
— Well, I guess I owe you an apology then for not doing it more often, but tell me, was your day good?
They talked for what seemed like hours and hours. It turned out Mason was a bit of a geek in an athlete's body. He spent the whole time talking about different things: video games, Marvel movies, comics, and anime with Gill, while the other just stared at him, fascinated, unable to believe what was happening.
— Woah, since when do you like this stuff? I mean… I thought you weren't usually into superhero stuff.
— Are you kidding?! I love it! – Gill let out all his excitement like water held back from a dam. He smiled broadly; for a second, he seemed more like himself than just the Kevin facade.
— Is this really you? That's... incredible – Mason was literally having the most romantic and perfect date he'd ever been on – I... I know we had plans after this, and believe me, I'd love to make them too, because you smell fantastic – He bit his lip slightly and moistened it – But, well, I don't know. Would you like to play some video games at my place?
— Of course! – Gill's energy and excitement were as high as the sky.
— I... Wow, I don't know, really. Who are you? – Mason gave a gentle laugh, leaning a little closer to the table and resting his elbows on the mahogany – Don't get me wrong, but, I don't know, you feel so... different. And I mean that in a good way, seriously! – He smiled slightly, unable to stop staring at "Kevin" as if that were the only thing that existed for him in the world. Gill blushed, his heart pounding like a drum, finally getting that kind of look from someone.
— Well, I think I'm finally showing you the real me, don't you think? – He smiled, though his mind started racing. What if he told him the truth? Damn, he felt so drawn to him right then. He didn't know if it was because he was in his brother's body or because he'd actually been feeling something for Mason all this time, but, woah, his personality, his kisses… Even the smell of his feet under the table when he'd been caressing him. He wanted all of that, though he also knew he had to be honest. If he only had that night to live out this dream and for it to end before midnight, he had to tell him the truth – Mason, I… – Before he could say anything, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. It was "Gill" calling him.
— Is something wrong?
— I… Uh… No, no, nothing's wrong – He discreetly hung up, turned off his phone, and looked at him, his lips tightening – I have something to tell you.
Gill was certain. He would tell him the truth, and he would let him decide. He would tell him absolutely everything. What could possibly go wrong? Yes… He needed to tell him.
That jerk! Why wasn't he answering his phone?! Gill was practically hysterical in his living room, pacing back and forth trying to dial Kevin's number but only getting missed calls. He had barely woken up and had no idea what had happened in the last six hours, other than finding the house completely empty, but this wasn't Kevin in Gill's body. This was… just Gill. After finding himself back in his own body, he started investigating the supposed body-swapping device he had found in the attic. At first, he thought it had malfunctioned or was defective, until he found his grandmother's book.
It turned out that the medallion didn't swap bodies or consciousnesses; rather, it copied them. The person holding the object would project their mind into the other person's body, essentially erasing the original on the spot. Gill tried calling Kevin again, or whoever was now Gill 2.0, without success. He was screwed! Really screwed! What had he done?!
He'd erased his brother's consciousness from the face of the earth, and now he only had a copy of his own existing in his body, thinking it was all just a body swap! He was screwed, truly screwed. Part of him was just too curious to know what it felt like for "Kevin" to be him, everything he was thinking and doing; part of him was so envious of "himself" in that moment. But shit! This wasn't the time! Shit, shit!
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Let’s switch bodies so I can experience slipping your socked feet into your loafers! Want to see myself wearing your loafers and your face in the mirror.
So I know this is wrong but I have a little secret that I’ll never share with my roommate. Which is that on some nights when he goes to bed…
I’ll float out of my body and straight into his. The first few times I did it, I thought it was fun just laying in his bed— rubbing his cock, sniffing/licking his feet, I even experimented with his hole a few times.
But what I recently discovered is how much I enjoy playing around with my body while I’m inside of his… I don’t know it’s so hot to me. Putting his mouth on my toes,licking each foot.
I’ll eventually suck my cock… but I’m going to enjoy my feet first!
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"Room 612. Come on up. I'm ready now," the text read on my phone as I sat parked outside the hotel.
I swallowed a mouthful of water, feeling it catch in my dry throat. My heart was hammering, not just from nerves — but from the raw newness of this. Hooking up like this, with a stranger, on their turf. No take-backs. No filters.
Stepping out of the car, the humid air clung to my skin, goosebumps racing across my arms despite the heat. I made my way into the lobby, feeling the fluorescent lights exposing every uncertainty etched on my face.
Shit, man. What the hell are you doing? I muttered internally, stabbing the elevator button with shaky fingers.
When the elevator doors slid open, I hesitated — just a beat too long — before stepping inside. Floor six. Room 612.
The door to the room was slightly cracked open, a sliver of darkness inviting me in. I knocked softly, then a little louder.
"Hey... coming in," I called out, my voice dry, cracking with uncertainty.
No response.
The room was empty, the bed made, but a red envelope sat conspicuously on the desk.
I picked it up, reading:
"Sorry to leave you hanging, man. I had a flight to catch. The room’s yours for the night.
Left you a surprise in the bathroom. Put it on soon — you’ll have company in an hour. His name’s Anthony. Enjoy."
I re-read it twice. A surprise? Anxiety twisted my gut. Cash? Drugs? Cameras?
Reluctantly, I peeked into the bathroom.
Everything looked normal — until I saw the duffle bag on the floor. Heavy. Slouching strangely like something organic was inside.
Please don't let it be a body.
Trembling, I unzipped it.
A man's face stared back at me.
I stumbled back, nearly gagging. The face was too still — too waxy — and yet... too perfect to be fake. Strong jawline. Full beard. Thick brows. I could almost imagine him blinking at me.
Another red note:
"Relax. Not a corpse. A bodysuit.
Your chance to live a night through different eyes.
If you're too scared, walk away now.
But remember — company is on the way."
My breathing was shallow. My mind racing with every possible outcome — police, blackmail, worse.
But underneath the fear was something more dangerous: excitement.
I hesitated for one more heartbeat.
And then I picked up the suit.
It was heavier than I thought — warm against my palms, like it had been alive once and was still remembering how.
I peeled off my clothes and stepped into it, feeling the latex-smooth interior cling to my bare skin.
First my legs — thickening, growing hairier.
Then my chest — broadening, covered in a coarse mat of dark hair.
I pulled the torso over my head. The pressure was dizzying, like being birthed backwards through someone else's body. My throat tightened. My voice cracked, shifted, deepened.
Snap. The final seal slid into place at the base of my neck.
Looking in the mirror, I gasped.
Anthony stared back.
Bearded. Rugged. Thick neck. Weathered eyes. A face that told stories — of bars, brawls, and broken hearts.
I looked older, stronger, sexier in a way that made my gut twist with something dangerously close to envy. And a flutter of pride.
"Goddamn, I'm hot."
I laughed, surprised by my deeper voice reverberating in the tiled bathroom as I snapped some quick pictures of myself.
I pulled on the black jeans and fitted t-shirt from the duffle — clothes that somehow felt heavy with someone else's scent, someone else's life.
A knock at the door shattered the moment.
He's here.
I yanked the door open. Standing there was a man—
Late twenties, caramel brown skin kissed by a lifetime of sun. Sharp cheekbones, soft full lips, a jawline that could wound. His body was lean but athletic, the way dancers are built — tight muscle hidden under a faded hoodie and black joggers.
He grinned lazily, tilting his head like he was already undressing me with his eyes.
"Oh hey, man. Thanks for waiting — can I come in?"
His voice was low, unbothered, tinged with Southern drawl.
"Yeah — of course, come on in," I said, stepping aside.
He brushed past me, and for a second his hand lightly touched my waist.
Play it cool. Play it hot.
"You're Anthony, right?" he asked, tossing his bag on the chair and pulling off his hoodie, revealing a tight black tank top that hugged his chest.
I nodded, giving a slight smirk like it was obvious.
"That's me," I said, trying to sound casual. "And you’re...?"
"Jordan," he said, kicking off his sneakers. "Been looking forward to this all week."
He flashed a smile that was all teeth and heat.
My heart pounded — not with fear this time, but something messier.
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The room was dim now, just the amber glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the walls. I pulled the sheets up to my waist and let the silence settle around me, not heavy, not hollow—just full. Full of something I couldn’t name yet.
The scent of skin, cologne, sweat, and something primal still lingered in the air. I could feel it on me. Not just the trace of him—but the way this body held it. Like it had absorbed everything and wasn’t done yet.
I shifted in bed. My thighs pressed together, heavier than I remembered. My chest rose and fell, steady and slow, and I could still feel the beat of him under my fingertips. My hand dragged across the hair that dusted my torso, pausing at the center like it needed to remember this shape.
The hum inside me wasn’t fear anymore.
It was a low, simmering electricity. A pull deeper than arousal. The kind of buzz you feel after something irreversible, something you don’t quite understand but already crave again.
I tilted my head toward the mirror across the room. Anthony looked good in soft light. His eyes, still mine. His mouth, a little swollen from kissing. His shoulders slack but strong. Relaxed in the kind of way only someone who knows they’re desired can be.
I smirked.
This wasn’t just playing dress-up. It wasn’t costume or kink anymore. It was... something else. Something still opening.
I adjusted the pillow behind me and let my hand rest on my chest, feeling the weight of it, the unfamiliarity slowly becoming comfort.
