Possessed Desires

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CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Holiday Stowaway

— Do you want to adjust your swimsuit?

— I'm already bored! Why don't we go to the hotel instead? – My "boyfriend" rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, twisting his mouth uncomfortably – I want to play something on my phone or something. We can go to the bar!

— I didn't tell you to come in the first place.

— I thought it would be more fun, Jay!

The truth is... that wasn't my boyfriend. It was my cousin, Simon. He had just started college, was slim, somewhat short, and had trouble socializing. It wasn't like he was exactly rolling in dough at the moment, always eyeing what he wanted and wanting it from someone else.

And unfortunately, it turned out that his focus this time was on my boyfriend, John.

We had both saved enough money to go to the beach for almost two weeks, without worrying about work, overspending, or anything other than getting a tan, enjoying each other's company, and swimming. Or at least that was the plan until a stowaway sneaked inside.

— I told you. If you want this to be over, just get out.

— Ha. And miss out on this? No way!

— Then shut up and stick to the itinerary we both planned.

"John" rolled his eyes, still fiddling with his swimsuit. I knew perfectly well that he wanted to get his hands on what was underneath, and I wasn't about to let him.

This was supposed to be a perfect vacation. Shit!

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

Remember that in the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Arcade Reward

Holy moly! Am I dreaming? I seriously can't believe I won something like this, damn! Just look at these huge biceps, these pecs… My face looks like an angel from the Palace of Versailles!

Is all this mine now? I mean, I'm not complaining, but wow! This definitely wasn't part of my plan when I came to the arcade today.

I've always loved arcade-style games, with claw machines to pull out plushies, dance machines, racing games, basketball games, and scoring games – everything was fantastic. I've always been slim, and I wasn't bothered by it; it was normal for me. I had dates, friends; maybe I wasn't super popular at college, but I wasn't invisible either.

My skill at playing arcade games was impeccable. I always ended up winning prizes with tickets, and I even managed to win an Xbox controller once! 

I went without fail, I could spend hours there. I'd been saving my reward tickets for the "grand" prize. Unlike other times, the biggest prize of all was hidden, just there... waiting. And since I'm a curious person and basically addicted to these machines, I worked hard for a whole year to get 10,000 tickets (it was a lot of money and hours invested).

I thought it might be a laptop or some kind of gaming computer, but damn, this was way better!

It turned out that to attract new customers and encourage the survival of these kinds of arcade places, which were declining by the era of consoles and mobile games, they had introduced new types of... Rewards.

Bodies, to be more precise. Who wouldn't want to have their dream body for a day? To try being some athlete with huge muscles, maybe a businessman, or even a motorcyclist! It turned out that the prizes, durations and body types varied like you were choosing your character in a video game; the possibilities were endless.

But in my case, all the tickets I'd collected, and being the first to achieve it (and the official face of this new points and tickets system), was me! And of course, I'd have to keep my new prize for the rest of my life.

I don't regret it at all. My old body and life can go to hell, this is awesome! I love how my jeans fit my thighs, how my biceps pop with the slightest movement, how good everything looks. I FEEL SO HOT!

I know I said I used to date, but with this body, I'll be unstoppable! I can have any guy I like eating out of my hand; they won't stop flirting with me when I go to bars!

And I mean, it's not like just because I won the prize once, I automatically have to give up on playing. Actually… I can try to win the grand prize again. If I could do it once, I can do it again. I’m right? I wonder what it will be this time, but for now… Damn, I love my new body.

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Hey everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

In the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!

Remember that you can also go to my X: @possessedesires to participate in the giveaway for a completely free personalized story. The last day to register is this Sunday, July 5th, so don't miss it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

CORPUS, Inc - Pride

CORPUS, Inc. was basically the most important (and only) company in its niche. Every program involving possession, body swapping, renting skinsuits, or anything else you could imagine, was guided by them. From small businesses to government initiatives, everything was infused with their technology, contracts, workers, and more.

And why? Well, because CORPUS, Inc. basically never let a single opportunity pass them by, ever. Any gap in the market was detected by them – growth opportunities, everything. Did the elderly hate going to nursing homes where they were abandoned? Give them new bodies. Was crime on the rise and prisons overcrowded? Select the best bodies and put them back to serve society. Was the medical system rusting? New bodies!

So when June arrived, coinciding with the start of the World Cup festivities, the answer was simple: allow tourists to inhabit the bodies of locals in Mexico and other FIFA host cities, enabling them to attend matches without spending a fortune on lodging, flights, and more (or at least, if they were going to spend a lot of money, it was best to do so with them).

But June's significance wasn't solely due to the World Cup; it was a peak month for LGBT+ Pride celebrations, marches, parades – a massive economic boost that CORPUS, Inc. couldn't afford to miss out on. So… what could they do amidst the celebrations of all those football fans, especially after having already raffled off some of their bodies to other foreign fans? Simple.

Give them those same bodies.

Who wouldn't want to be in the body of a muscular fan wearing a tight-fitting tricolor jersey that left nothing to the imagination? The body-swap company should thank the fashion industry for providing the perfect trap for anyone interested in enjoying Pride Month in Mexico.

Oliver (24, UK)

I used to be somewhat… thin, not really a social person, always encapsulated in my own little bubble. Celebrations and that kind of thing weren't my thing, but something in the advertising for CORPUS, Inc. tempted me to sign up for one of their packages. I hoped that the atmosphere of the parade, the clubs, and the whole party vibe of the city would make me "come out of my shell". Although I wasn't expecting a body… like this.

Literally, my head is the size of just one of my new legs! My arms, my hands, everything is gigantic! I feel like my clothes don't fit, this shirt is XL! And even then, I feel like it's constantly riding up.

Anyone would be happy with their new appearance, but not me! I feel gigantic and clumsy! I drop everything as soon as I take a step, and I think I feel even more self-conscious than before, which is ridiculous! I must be almost 6'6" and even then, I get stuck just walking to the corner store for a single bottle of water.

I thought this would be a great idea, but I just want to go home… The problem is, I booked a whole month in this body, and I don't want to anymore…

Lars (40, Sweden)

Mexico always seemed like an interesting destination to me. It was affordable, warm (unlike here, where you can make a popsicle after a few minutes outside in the freezing cold), and I'd been wanting to visit for a long time. I wanted to take a break from work, escape the monotony. I'm a firefighter in my original body. I might sound a bit arrogant, but my physique is definitely big, strong, and tall. I was hoping to end up in a body more… similar to mine.

But I ended up in this guy's body, he must be half my age, I lost almost 20cm, and everything feels… bigger, which I didn't like at first. I felt like my arms were too skinny, my waist too thin like a Barbie doll's, there's no hair except on my legs! Even "down there" is shaved and smooth as velvet.

But I have to admit I'm starting to like it. After almost insulting my travel agent at CORPUS, Inc., I thought: Hey, these legs aren't so bad. I love how fleshy they feel! The sound is a fucking cacophony to me, my hand against my thighs, against themselves, or shit, even my newfound masculinity against the area!

Besides, a garment this tight and small would have looked ridiculous on my old body, but here, it's a fucking marvel. Just look at that ass! It seems to fill the whole garment without any problem.

Diego (19, Argentina)

In my real body I am… Um… Well, I'm a trans guy. I haven't had the opportunity or the financial means to start my transition treatment properly, so I just cut my hair, wrap my chest, and try to dress as masculine as possible, although that doesn't stop some people from still calling me "she". I thought coming to Pride here in Mexico City would be fantastic, with a great body, confidence…

And dude, I wasn’t wrong, damn it! You see these muscles? THEY'RE MINE! And this voice? Nobody's going to call me "miss" even by mistake! I feel like the floor vibrates almost every time I take a simple step, and the beard! It itches like hell, but I'm truly loving every single second of it. I have the body I always dreamed of! No more wasting time wrapping a bandage around my torso, or trying to act more masculine. I am fucking masculinity personified!

I love sitting on public transport and spreading my legs, feeling my tool drop next to my fat balls, mfhhh! Am I a pervert? Maybe. But this is a fucking dream come true!

The only downside I'd mention is maybe the smell; these feet reek of cheese and vinegar like you wouldn't believe, haha! But I'm even starting to like it. I feel fabulous, incredible like never before. I have more confidence, more power, I've had more encounters than you can imagine… Lucky I booked a three-month stay.

I wasn't that interested in the World Cup in my old body, but this body has a tendency to enjoy football, and well, I think I could enjoy it too. It's not like there aren't plenty of guys hungry for a strong man like me who also enjoy watching football, heh.

Felix (32, Germany)

I've always felt out of place, and no, I'm not talking about my sexual orientation. Fortunately, I've always had the space to be myself without being judged. Men like me, I've had tons of dates, and I'm successful with them, but… I'm not comfortable with my body. Why?

I've always felt it's too… big.

My build has always been stocky, strong, very, very masculine. This always causes confusion when it comes to… getting intimate with someone. They always assume I'm a "top" when I'm not, and all I get is ridicule and difficulty in getting people to see me as I am. Nobody can believe I'm… sensitive, or that I'm feminine. They always expect me to be extremely masculine, brutish, to exude power wherever I go.

I was worried about the body they'd put me in, in Mexico. I'd always associated it with sweaty, strong guys with dark skin and the smell of tequila, but what I found myself in when I opened my eyes was… surreal.

Fair skin, black hair, glasses, no more than 1.80 meters tall, light as a feather, I had a good build but I wasn't a behemoth, it was like my dream body!

I ended up in the body of a total skinny geek with great muscles. I'm so flexible now! The guy did gymnastics, and it really feels like my body has an elegance that mine could never achieve. I can do the splits, lift my leg 180 degrees, spin on my own axis, I can even do a somersault! God, the more I'm here, the more I love this.

Jin (22, South Korea)

This is… disgusting.

I thought coming to Mexico would be fun – the party atmosphere, noisemakers, fireworks, Jarritos soda, even Dr. Simi was there! Believe it or not, Mexico is quite popular in South Korea, and I wanted to experience it without having to spend a fortune on travel and accommodation. I'd always been slim, like an… Idol, so to speak. I loved skincare, cleanliness, fashion, and all that stuff. I thought the Mexican body they were going to put me in wouldn't be too bad.

I was wrong. The guy stinks! Seriously, no matter how many times I shower, the smell of sweat keeps emanating from his armpits like a damn endless river! And his closet? It was even worse, full of sports jerseys, shorts, and smelly, muddy shoes. The guy was literally a soccer fanatic who went way into debt betting on the World Cup and now he'd rented out his body to earn the money to pay it off.

Where are the decent clothes? The creams? I don't have any! The area where she lives isn't exactly the most... well... well-kept. I'm not getting any better this week. I thought this would be more fun, but I have no idea where to go. All I've managed is getting his friends to invite me to watch games. I have to sit, spread my legs like a caveman, pretend I'm interested in sweaty men running after a ball, and go crazy when there's a goal. I haven't even been able to try a single Jarritos soda from here! Ugh!

Elena (26, Greece)

I was about to sue CORPUS, Inc. the moment I opened my eyes to a clearly male, gigantic body. 

Latin America had always intrigued me, and I thought it would be a good option for sightseeing during Pride Month. I've always been very proud of my identity, but… I wasn't very good at picking up women. My physique wasn't particularly impressive either, plus I'm very shy. I had chosen a female body from their catalog: nice features, tall, with slightly tanned skin and brown hair. I thought that would make me stand out and that I could finally talk to a gurl without stumbling over my words.

But CORPUS, Inc. had other plans for me. A guy with broad shoulders, gigantic pecs, even bigger thighs, a tool of about 18 cm, sculpted buttocks, and a deep voice. I really wanted to go crazy, but if I was a man now, it meant I could use that to pick up as many straight girls as I wanted! Tell me, who could resist this? With these delicious biceps, I love how sensitive my areolas are now; just a touch of my shirt against my pecs and they're hard as rocks, haha!

I'm loving the festive atmosphere of the World Cup. I've always been a bit of a "tough girl", so I feel like a fish in water, and this body also has a tremendous tolerance for drinks! I can have like 15 in a row and stay perfectly fine.

I'm even curious to experiment a little with other men… I mean, this damn gorgeous body can't be just for women, right? I think it's partly due to its former owner. When I woke up, I saw some pictures of him with other men, gay dating apps, an X account that… I wasn't very willing to open, but as the days go by, why not? You only live once.

Bastian (28, Belgium)

I always felt insecure about my body, too chubby, t-shirts looked awful on me, everything was always visible, and I felt like a badly packaged ham! I thought the bullying would stop when I finished university, but it only evolved into my coworkers secretly making fun of my weight and how bad I always looked to my boss.

I just wanted something different. I didn't care about the country or the era; I just needed to be someone other than myself. And well, here we are. And… I like it. I mean, look at this face, isn't it cute? It feels so soft, and the hair too! Golden like the sun, I've become so damn addicted to taking pictures of myself nonstop. If there's a mirror, a reflection, or even the front camera of my phone, it'll end up with me taking a selfie.

Maybe I don't have huge biceps, or big legs, or even prominent pecs, but you know what I don't have? My gigantic belly. And that's all that matters to me.

Priya (25, India)

I had read so many bad reviews of CORPUS, Inc., complaints about people ending up in the wrong bodies, some transfers back that could never be completed, and the list goes on and on. But even so, I hired them, and in fact… I expected them to fail.

Call it a social experiment, just for pleasure, or whatever you want, but I'm loving being a man! The power, the security, all the advantages and privileges they have! Not only can I go to the bathroom in a flash and avoid long lines, but it was also so much easier to get ready. I just had to put on a t-shirt and jeans, and I was ready to go. I didn't have to put up with harassment or worry about walking around at night. Really, with these muscles…

The only problem I find is my hunger. The guy I swapped bodies with loves going to the gym, hence his massive pecs and the fact that his apartment smells so bad (but I'm not complaining). He was bulking, which basically made his cravings through the roof. I've eaten like 30 burgers in just one week! It's like a bottomless pit; I can eat and eat and eat and still never feel satisfied.

But I have to admit, I love it. I've never enjoyed food so much! I can eat pizza, sushi, tacos, ice cream, chocolate, burgers, and fries all in one sitting. It makes me burp all the time, but it's starting to feel so much fun. The power it makes me feel... And it seems like other guys like it too. 

I don't know why some people are so obsessed with humiliating themselves, surrendering to others, and letting them do whatever they want. But if they want it, who am I to say no?

Leo (CEO, CORPUS, Inc.)

What's the biggest advantage of being able to run a body-swap company around the world? That I don't have to pay anything to use its services, much less worry about which bodies "are or aren't" suitable for this.

If I want, I can select the damn president's body and become him to smell his feet for a while in the Oval Office.

But, it would be a waste of time. So… World Cup season was undoubtedly the best of all: Chaos in the streets, celebrations, the excitement, sweaty, shirtless, sculpted bodies so lost in their own euphoria (and a few too many drinks) that they couldn't care less about the “little” things going on around them.

So many guys kissing each other in the street, groping each other, euphoric for more – anyone would think they're just drunk fans – but wouldn’t you “waste” your time kissing every guy you see in a body that isn't yours? With a great physique, no worries about work, no ties to romantic relationships, no physical limitations, just the carnal and lustful drive for more.

Perhaps that's what drove me to found CORPUS, Inc., and I must admit I don't regret it for a single second. Do we have flaws? Like any company, of course. Am I going to fix them? Of course not!

All that chaos of botched body swaps, possessions that last longer than expected, skinsuits that close without letting the user out – it's all on purpose! Who wouldn't love to be in a stinky body, with big muscles and a huge ass? To see some worried, devoted family man suddenly become a guy eager for another man to put him on all fours and make him gasp all night?

It's even somewhat perverted and sadistic, but… What does it matter? I can have as many attractive bodies as I want, as if I were going to put on clothes to go out, and the world can enjoy that too.

Want to be a muscular, goofy Himbo? Done. Prefer an athlete with stinky feet and armpits? Go for it. Want to become that neighbor you've secretly fancied for so, so many years? Take it!

There's a reason we have coverage in almost 190 countries. Any body, no matter who it is or where it's from, we can use it and bring it in for whatever you want. Even at these massive events. It would be a fucking missed opportunity to just let them go, with so many bodies that are perfect for anything!

Honestly, there are no limits to what can or can't be done at this company.

— Sir, your photoshoot is waiting. Are you ready?

Oops, my photographer arrived. Well, I guess I should leave you for a bit. I just swapped bodies with an athlete, and I'm really enjoying inhabiting his body. I thought soccer players were just dumb, brainless guys, which is partly true, but damn, they have great muscles! These legs could split a tree in two with a single kick, and his sweaty feet… I'm loving it.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to borrow him, take some pictures, and have some fun. It's not like his original owner is going to find out or know. I'll return his body soon so he can continue playing in the World Cup and scoring goals, but until then… His body is all mine.

« CORPUS, Inc. The number one body swap and possessions company worldwide. Where dreams are born »

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Hey everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

In the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!

Remember that you can also go to my X: @possessedesires to participate in the giveaway for a completely free personalized story. The last day to register is this Sunday, July 5th, so don't miss it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

Hi everyone! How are you? As you know, there's a giveaway running on my X platform that will close on July 5th. You can win a free, custom-commissioned story (if you'd like to participate, don't miss out!).

However, some readers have mentioned that the X platform is problematic for them due to various issues, such as privacy concerns, not using the app, etc. This got me thinking: would you be interested in an alternative way to participate in future giveaways?

Maybe organizing everything here in Tumblr, or using other methods like a form or something similar. Would you be interested?

I hope you can help me decide, and maybe I can bring you more surprises and ideas soon.

Also, if you have any ideas for stories, or any particular requests (like body swapping, possessing someone, or using any of the "services" such as CORPUS.inc. Even ask for chapters for some series like Haunted, Slipped, Host Log, etc)

I'd be more than happy to hear them! Thank you so much for all your support; it's fantastic to have you as a community. Thank you so much. Enjoy!

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

XIX. The Sun

Cain's gaze was fixed on the celebration unfolding around his home: balloons, people running around the pool splashing each other, loud music, the smell of hamburgers and hot dogs wafting into his nostrils as he sat curled up with his legs drawn up, feeling as alone as if he were on the moon.

This was his usual routine, feeling isolated from his own family. He had always been different, like an oddball who, no matter how hard he tried, never quite fit in, always too sensitive, too feminine, not masculine enough. The "buts" piled up like unread mail until finally, he'd had enough. And he stopped expecting to be understood, without his parents' pride or the admiration they showed for what he did, no matter how much he excelled in his fields.

Unlike his older brother, Abel, who was… Well, the sunshine.

He was everything Cain wanted to be someday: tall, handsome, with golden hair, a charming smile, and any silly thing he did deserved applause. Did he want a new car? Of course. A beach vacation? Whatever the king commanded. In fact, that very day, that same festive atmosphere was for him. Why? He'd almost forgotten; it must have been something ridiculous how he managed to close a deal at the company (where, of course, he got his position thanks to his father). The atmosphere irritated poor Cain even more, as he just watched them showering someone with flowers and glitter while he barely did the same to stand out. 

Why didn't he have a party like that when he finished university? When did he get his first job? Oh, yes, of course: "You can't make a good living from art".

Not to mention all the endless speeches about his sexual orientation, "why he had chosen such a hard life", his mother's desire to become a grandmother and see him get married (as if a gay person couldn't do that), the awkward Christmas dinners, and when relatives from other sides would ask the typical question: "So, when are you getting a girlfriend?" Always the damn "disgrace" to the family.

— What's wrong? Don't you like the party? – Abel sat down next to him, a glass of lemonade in his hand and a slight smile on his face. Maybe he wasn't such a bad brother, maybe he was... attentive. But that same "bright" presence overwhelmed him, as if it always highlighted his own flaws. Abel was the sun, while he was the moon, always in the dark, always just reflecting the brilliance of the sun that eclipsed him.

— I don't like the theme – he lied reluctantly.

Everything was decorated with an atmosphere somewhat... similar to a festival or a village fair: tents with games of skill, colored lights, streamers. His parents were practically hiring a whole circus and a Ferris wheel; it was what their "favorite son" deserved, that and more. They had also hired a magician and a... Witch? Or something like that; he hadn't paid much attention.

— Well, and... Have you thought about that yet? – Cain gripped the glass tightly in his hand, pursing his lips and shaking his head, trying to inhale to keep from exploding.

— No, I haven't thought about Dad's proposal.

— And why not? It's a good opportunity. You'd have your own office, a serious job.

— My job is serious.

— I mean something... formal. I know you love to write and lock yourself in your room to do your own thing, but don't you think it's time you made something of your life that you can be proud of? – He just rolled his eyes and stood up. He wasn't in the mood to go back to the same old never-ending argument: "What would he do with his life? What would happen when writing stopped working?" 

All the buts, cons, and little hope his family had for him, the black sheep, the one who could never survive on his own.

— Cain.

— I'm not in the mood, Abel – The guy, a bit shorter and thinner than his older brother, started moving between the game tents and other attractions, trying to escape as best he could, always feeling the other guy hot on his heels. He made a hasty turn in one of the tents, then another, and another, until he had no choice but to go inside, hoping his brother would finally leave him alone. Mistake.

— Why do you always have to run away like this?

— Because I don't want your advice, understand? You don't know what it's like to be like me. For you, everything is perfect. You're perfect. What do you know about making mistakes?

— I just want what's best for you.

— And how do you know what's best for me? You don't know anything-

— Shh…

— Don't tell me to shut up!

— Listen! Can't you hear it?

Cain was confused as Abel tried to navigate by a sound inaudible to his brother. The older brother slowly made his way into the tent, which had a mystical feel. Golden stars hung from the ceiling, the tent seemed to be made of red silk with golden tassels, and the floor was covered with a carpet. It was time to leave; he could leave Abel there – after all, it was his party. But a strange feeling ran down his spine as he watched him move almost in a trance. Cain just grunted to himself before following closely behind. Only a few steps later, the interior was finally revealed.

It was a kind of room covered by the same tent. A star-shaped lamp hung from the ceiling, bathing the space in light in the form of small, five-pointed figures that wandered around. There was a sofa, some gadgets, a low table, and some… Cushions? And a young woman was on the other side, her hair was blonde with curls, her makeup was somewhat soft and discreet, but she undoubtedly exuded beauty.

— Oh, hello. Welcome, come in, come in – her voice was melodious, pleasant, with a cheerful and playful vibe. Abel nodded and sat down at the front of the table, and Cain had no choice but to follow him – Are you interested in having your fortune told? I don't usually have couples who come together.

— We're siblings.

— All the more reason! That's interesting. Would you like that? The first reading is always free, with a satisfaction guarantee – Abel's gaze remained distant, somewhat glazed. Anyone would have noticed by now that something strange was going on, but Cain kept looking at the cards on the table with… Intrigue. He had always been drawn to magic, the occult, and things like that. Life always finds a way to give signs; What if this was one of them? To finally show his brother that he could be himself without following anyone else's path, without the... Backward customs of his family; or on the other hand, for him to realize he was on the wrong track before he ran aground.

— We'd be interested.

Cirse smiled gently and began to shuffle the cards, carefully moving the deck. Abel's gaze returned to the normality he was beginning to notice around him, somewhat confused, though it only took him a couple of blinks before he wanted to bring up the subject again.

— I don't want you to waste your life.

— And that's none of your business.

— But I'm your brother, I want you to understand, that…

— No, I want you to understand this. I've always been in your shadow, always under the "perfect son". You can talk and say whatever you want because Mom and Dad adore you, because you get everything you want, because if you make a mistake, they never say a word. You're the favorite, you're the prodigal son. Not me, so shut up because you don't understand anything about my fucking life and-

— The sun.

Cain turned his gaze to the tarot reader who had finally set the deck aside, leaving a single card in front of the three of them. It had a sun in the center, illustrated with warm colors that reminded him of summer itself; it seemed… comforting. Although, in Abel's eyes, it seemed the card had other intentions.

— What does that mean?

— The sun speaks of positive changes, the first ray of light that appears after the darkest night… Vitality, success, and fulfillment. It reveals the truth in any situation, what can finally bear fruit after being in the shadows.

Cain was fascinated by the card, unable to stop staring at it with a wide smile.

— Brother, I think it's time to go, I think-

The sentence was snatched from his lips at the last moment as both brothers violently rolled their eyes back, falling into a catatonic state, almost trance-like. Only their grunts and other guttural sounds could be heard. Their bodies were slightly twisted, palms facing the sky, their breaths ragged, erratic, and out of control before a kind of halo of light appeared from each of their mouths, one golden from Abel and one blue from Cain. 

Both energies seemed to drift in the air until finally, they curved into each other's mouths, forcefully seeping through their lips as a bit of saliva trickled from the corners.

The energy continued to flow as fast as it could until it finally stopped, both brothers fell to the ground, exhausted, bathed only in the star-shaped light that filled the place.

— Damn it… My head – Abel was the first to wake up. He felt like everything was spinning, as if someone had just drilled into his brain. Everything hurt, and at the same time, he felt numb, as if he'd been suspended in mid-air for too long – Cain? – he murmured, patting around without fully opening his eyes yet, trying to find his brother. His hand searched for a while until it finally touched something.

— Ugh… – He heard a grunt, but… The voice sounded different from his brother's usual high-pitched tone. He ran his hand over that outline again, receiving the same groans. He felt the figure; it was taller, more muscular. What the hell was going on?

Abel forced his eyes open at last. He still felt dizzy, but they were still in the same tent. Although there was no sign or trace of the tarot reader, the only thing left was the Sun card on the table. The older brother tried to get up, though something about his center of gravity didn't feel quite right. Was he… lighter? He only managed to lie back down on the elegant rug. That's when he noticed his hands.

— What the hell is this?! – He'd always been used to having strong hands, long, agile fingers, firm palms with almost no hair (or hair that was barely noticeable because of its golden color). His arms were also firm, not too muscular but not thin either, and what he had in front of him now were practically noodles stuck to his shoulders – Shit! 

The hair had changed too, maybe not increased, but he could see the brown color. His gaze became frantic, scanning the room until he noticed someone lying next to him. Wearing the same shirt he'd chosen to wear that day, the same… hair. Abel swallowed hard, only to approach and turn the "stranger" over, revealing his old body before him.

He couldn't suppress a terrified scream when he came face to face with his clone, which also made his eyes widen, screaming just as scared. They both crawled backward until they were at opposite ends of the room.

— Who the hell are you?!

— Who are you?! Why are you in my body?!

Abel rummaged around again until he found a mirror on one of the nearby shelves. He pulled it towards him so he could see himself in it. His heart almost stopped when he saw his brother's reflection. His dark hair, his thinner and somewhat delicate features, his surprised face. He swallowed hard, unable to believe what was happening. He slowly raised his gaze, still trying to figure out who his brother could be, but he was still too confused to notice the change.

— Cain?...

— How do you know my name?!

— Because it's me, Abel. Calm down, look. 

He carefully handed him the mirror. The other brother cautiously took it in his hands to observe the reflection of his older brother, the one that now belonged to him. Silky, perfect honey-toned hair, defined cheekbones, a pert nose, eyes that seemed to steal the light around them, perfect teeth – Everything was perfect. He stared at his reflection for a while longer, making silly faces and gestures.

— We have to fix this – Abel stood up carefully, still not entirely comfortable with the difference in weight and height. He had shrunk by at least 10 cm. He felt somewhat… clumsy, which he didn't understand since he was supposed to be lighter, but it wasn't his body. He felt so damn strange – We have to find that gurl, tell her to switch our bodies again, and… and…

— I'm not going to do that.

Abel turned away, completely stunned to hear his own voice say something like that. — What?

— I already told you. I don't want to go back – His old body stood up, an arrogant smile playing on his lips.

— But, you and I…

— Why would I want to be the black sheep of the family again, huh? When I can keep all this? – Cain raised his arms and flexed them forcefully. The fabric of his shirt creaked slightly under the strain. He flexed them again and again, trying to tear the sleeve, but when that didn't work, he moved his hands around his chest, caressing it as if he were rubbing a magic lamp. He loved the sensation that coursed through his skin, a comforting tingle that simultaneously sent shivers down his spine. His new areolas pressed against the fabric, much to his brother's horror at the sight of such an outrage.

— Get your hands off my body! – Abel tried to approach, but only managed to elicit a punch from the new Abel right in the chest, sending him stumbling backward, breathless.

— Your body? Ha, you wish. This is my fucking body now, and I'm going to do what I want with it – He chuckled, lifting the lower part of his clothing to reveal his well-defined abs – I've always envied you, you know? – The guy smiled again, raising his arm once more and cupping his nose against his armpit, taking a slow, fascinated drag – The perfect son, the one who gets everything, without a single flaw, just you and you, with this magnificent body. You got all the good genes, didn't you? 

Cain continued to admire his new appearance, his hands constantly running over his entire body: His new thighs encased in those tight jeans, his slightly large feet wrapped in his damp sneakers, his firm shoulders, his pecs, his biceps. He loved how his throat resonated every time he spoke, how tall and strong he felt. Now he wasn't a "fag" was he? Hahaha!

— Y-You can't do th-that – Abel stammered. On any other day, he would have been defensive. How could he possibly endure something of that magnitude? But now, he just felt his legs trembling, unable to do anything. He watched the scene with even more horror as he saw Cain's curious hands slide down his waist to the button of his jeans, undo it, and then lower the zipper. He slid down his boxers, revealing his newfound masculinity: Thick, long, and throbbing. The new big brother gasped with pleasure, biting his lower lip in fascination.

— Ha, does this also make you feel entitled to everything?

— L-leave that there.

— Nah, it seems you're enjoying all this, aren't you?

Abel glanced down at his own pants to see a bulge. The poor guy covered himself in embarrassment, his face burning red, shaking his head.

— N-no.

— There's nothing wrong with that. After all, you like men, don't you, “Cain”?

— T-That's not my name.

— Oops, I think it is now.

He gripped his "rod of power" tightly, arrogance oozing from every pore of his body, tugging between gasps and moans, his eyes wandering uncontrollably with each throbbing of satisfaction. Sweat began to trickle down the rest of his skin, carrying a heavy, musky scent that, to him, felt almost like ambrosia. The new Abel flexed his arm again, rubbing his face against his malodorous armpit, sticking out his tongue to taste a bit of his new flavor.

His brother, on the other hand, still lay at the opposite end, horrified but in a "tight" position between his thighs. He could feel his new tool slipping slightly. He wanted to look away, but the harder he tried, the more he watched. The outline of his old muscles, the strength of his arms, how the veins tensed each time he pulled on his new obelisk – all the arrogant power emanating from him.

— Do you like what you see? That someone finally owns this perfect body with pride?

He licked his lips, clicking his tongue to tilt his head back, letting that perfect hair follow its own path. Pleasure was rising like foam. Cain let out uncontrollable gasps before a torrent of whitish fluid finally spilled everywhere – between his fingers, on the carpet. The force and volume were so great that some even hit his brother's cheek, horrified, but with a wet stain in the middle of his pants.

Cain smiled, more than delighted by the power.

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

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

CORPUS, Inc (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!

« CORPUS, Inc. appreciates your business. Thank you for using our services. See you soon. » 

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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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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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Soul To Hold: Paradise I

A Soul To Hold's story

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

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

And no, I'm not being sarcastic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— I don't know. What does it matter?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Where is our room?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— And what do you want me to do?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Why do you say that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— MFHHH! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Dyl, I…

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

— But the vacation-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued.

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There I'll be posting daily micro-fiction, quick scenarios, unfiltered thoughts, and exclusive sneak peeks of what's coming to Patreon. Let's just say it'll be my most direct and "vivid" creative lab /wink wink.

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I would truly appreciate it if you could support me in this new step in my writing career. I'm excited, though a little nervous that it might not go "well".

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CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Close To You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hi everyone!

As you all know, June is a very important month for the LGBTQ+ community.

That's why I wanted to write a themed story for that important date, but I'm not sure which trope to use. There are so many possibilities and ideas that I'm a little "lost" haha.

Please let me know what you think, every idea it's welcome!

Remember for this season I'll be posting a lot of stories for the summer, so, stay tunned for more. Thank you! Have a great week.

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

CORPUS, Inc - World Cup 2026

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

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

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

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

Youssef, Morocco - 48 years old

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

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

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

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

Valentín, Argentina – 32 years old

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

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

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

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

Lachlan, Australia – 24 years old

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

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

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

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

Camille, France – 45 years old.

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

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

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

Chase, United States – 20 years old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alejandro, Spain – 34 years old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ren, Japan – 19 years old.

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

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

What was the problem?

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

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

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

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

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

Callum, England – 67 years old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thiago, Brazil – 28 years old.

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

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

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

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

Adoro a incompetência desta empresa, obrigada.

Diego, Mexico – 22 years old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

Remember that in the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. All the stories features only adult characters. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Previously on Haunted: Tobias releases Daniel from his temporary confinement so he can tell him the truth about why he was hanging around the library and why he has a book with notes for a "soul exchange" which would allow one of the ghosts (likely the one inhabiting Benji's body at that moment) to take his life at the expense of his. Daniel denies everything, which enrages Tobias to the point that Julian has to restrain him.

At that moment, Ben realizes that Daniel isn't as bad as he seems, and that his past is actually the main reason for his defensive behavior.

Tobias and Daniel manage to make peace, while Benji discovers his new power, which allows him to possess other ghosts. He realizes this after accidentally possessing Julian and finding that, although it seems like a mistake, he wants to be with him. With Ben’s feelings somewhat cleared but still in chaos, Daniel offers to guide him and his friends to discover which ghosts "are not" anywhere in the Institute, which would be the possible culprits of stealing Benji's body and plotting to keep it for all eternity.

Previous part: Haunted: Kiss Me And I Might...

— Do you really think it could be Zeke? – Benji murmured as he walked down the corridors. He had a bad feeling, and honestly, being in this predicament didn't do much to calm his anxiety. He considered Zeke a good friend, someone special to him. Maybe they weren't that... consistent, considering Zeke's attention span was shorter than a blink, but would he really be capable of stealing his body?

— I don't know, it's just my suspicion. Tobias' boyfriend hasn't been able to find any more information about the “mission watching over” your body, and Julian and the old man are going to look for Marco, so that leaves him as the only one.

Benji's fingers tensed at Daniel's suggestion. What could he expect? He knew that dealing with the dead was pretty messed up, but who would be capable of stealing someone else's body and life just to live in their place?

— I don't think it's him.

— Do you really doubt the person who always ends up dragging every body he possesses into a scandal? Once he ended up in the body of an athlete and ate twenty hamburgers in a row in the cafeteria, one after the other. They had to rush the guy to the hospital.

— B-but…

— And let’s not even mention the incident with the chemistry teacher, or that exchange student who mysteriously went so “crazy” that he wandered around the library in his boxers, yelling nonsense and sniffing his hands.

The mortal felt like the class president was leading him down a series of dead ends around a crossroads; each “piece of evidence” made him doubt more and more.

The ghost they were looking for almost always wandered around the cafeteria and kitchen because of the hunger he always seemed to give him and the binge-eating fits he had in the middle of his chaotic possessions, but they hadn’t had any luck. Another place he used to hang around was the green areas, always lying in the grass or trying to blow on a dandelion (hopefully, he wouldn't accidentally swallow it). But there was no trace of him there either; it was as if the earth had sucked him in, or as if he were somewhere else (or inside someone).

— We've been searching for almost three hours, Ben. We have to go back to the others. Why don't you want to accept that Zeke is the one inside you? – The ghost from the sixties was fed up. His feet ached, the sun was beginning to set, and all the ghost's usual places and hiding spots were empty, without a trace or sign that anyone had been there.

— Just search for him.

— No, I'm tired of it. I'm fed up. What's wrong with that? Let's just go, we'll tell the others, Rex will beat him up and kick him out of your body. Why don't you want to do that? What scares you so much?

— Because he's my friend, Daniel! – The silence between them was tense and heavy with melancholy. Ben's knuckles were pale, unsure what to say – I don't want to think that a friend could betray me to that degree.

Again, silence was all that surrounded them.

— I hate to tell you this, Ben, but Zeke's only friend is his “happy grass”, and nothing else. 

Benji nodded without saying anything. Daniel approached him and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. He was never good with feelings, and offering comfort to someone was probably a political campaign he'd never win. The mortal heard the other's footsteps recede toward the institute's workshops, leaving him alone. A couple of tears moved to his cheeks, as if he were starting to drizzle. He sobbed softly, trying to hold back.

He sobbed a little more, pausing for a brief moment.

— Sniff... Sniff… – Ben opened his eyes, looking around, trying to hold his breath so he could listen. Was that his own sob or…? – Sniff…

He walked toward where he thought the sound was coming from. There wasn't much around, except for bushes they'd already checked, a few empty benches, the setting sky, a tree… He squinted to get closer to the trunk, looking up to see worn and dirty sneakers hanging from a branch. Where was he?

— Um... Hello? – The sob stopped abruptly. He heard the leaves rustling, as if something were trying to hide among them – Is anyone there? Hello?

The sound of the wind was the only answer. He tried to get a little closer to see who it was, but all he could see was a curled-up shadow, sniffling.

— Zeke? Is that you?

— ...Go away, Ben – He heard his voice, though the tone was different. There wasn't that usual playful spark, which was understandable if he was crying, but there was something else. He felt more... sober?

Ben looked around. How the hell was he supposed to climb a tree? He'd never done it in his life, but he knew Zeke wasn't going to come down willingly. Moving the tree wasn't an option either. Damn it! Why couldn't ghosts float like in the movies?

The mortal clung to the trunk as best he could, trying to climb, though he looked more like a caterpillar wriggling around a branch. He ended up falling hard to the ground. Zeke said nothing, just continued hugging his legs and burying his face in them.

Benjamin got up as best he could; he wasn't going to give up. He tried to hug the tree again, this time using his legs instead of his arms to slowly climb until he reached the first sturdy branch. He pushed himself up, first using his arm and then his leg. The heights made him dizzy, but he forced himself to climb until he reached the branch where Zeke was. The tree's foliage provided the perfect cover. Only the remaining daylight filtered through the thick leaves. Mortals wouldn't even come close to seeing him, and ghosts… Well, that was another matter.

Carefully, Ben slid toward him, trying not to look down. He sat down as best he could beside him. Zeke's ragged breathing and soft sobs were barely audible, his body burying itself in the air as if trying to hug himself.

— What are you doing here? – Finally, something escaped Benji's lips. He didn't know how to approach him. Should he hug him? Try to take his hand? Say something else? It didn't help that he was still and rigid like a branch, trying not to sway, his fingernails digging into the wood.

— Just go, Ben. It's none of your business. Leave me alone – he whispered. The mortal couldn't help but notice the difference in his tone of voice again. It wasn't... shrill. It sounded normal, like any other human, or even a ghost, a balloon without helium.

— I'm not going to leave you alone.

— And why do you care so much about what I have? Just get lost! – Finally, Zeke pulled away from his own hiding place, his face pale and streaked with tears. His eyes were red from crying, and his hair had lost its luster. Everything about him had changed. He was gone, not even a shadow of the vigorous guy who always cheered him up with even the silliest joke. Now, there was only… That.

— Because you're my friend, Zeke. That's why I care, you matter to me – Zeke let out another sob before swallowing his tears. Finally, their eyes met. The poor guy ran his hands through his hair as if trying to tidy himself up; he was a chaos – Do you want to tell me what's wrong?

His friend's gaze fell to the ground for a couple of seconds, nervously fiddling with his clothes before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

— I know what other people think of me, and what you… think of me.

— What do you mean?

— That I'm a mess, Ben! That I can't control myself, that I'm always daydreaming, that even talking to me isn't worth it because I get confused, because I don't know what I'm talking about! That I'm so high up that... That… – His voice broke, tears welled up in his eyes again, he gasped, heavy with pain, shaking his head and covering it with his hands – I feel alone, Ben. I feel so alone…

The mortal couldn't hold back as he hugged his friend, resting his head on his shoulder while the other continued to cry, clinging to him. Tears kept falling like a storm as the sun slowly set, and Zeke trembled all over.

— Why do you say that?

— I don't have any friends, Ben. Everyone else always rejects me, they think I'm stupid, like that damn Dory! And the worst part is, I think so too, I feel that way too, and I hate myself. I hate it! Why did I have to die like this?! Why couldn't I die sober?! Every month it's the same, every month I… I have this period of lucidity where I realize the stupid things I do, the lives I've ruined, where I know I have no self-control. Where I promise myself to be more careful, to regulate myself more, to be more aware, and the next month it's the same thing again. I try to talk to other people and they practically run away from me like I have the plague. I'm tired, Benny, really… I'm really tired.

The sun finished setting, the sky released one last bluish glimmer before beginning to give way to night, the air made the leaves of the tree sway slightly.

— Are you always here?

— When I regain consciousness, yeah… I always stay here. There’s no point in going anywhere else. What for? Just have Brady and Daniel make fun of me for sniffing around like a dog? No thanks – Ben nodded carefully. Zeke wiped away his tears, his heart still aching from crying – This is the first time I’ve told anyone this, and the first time anyone’s seen me like this.

— Like this?

— Just being… me – He swallowed – I don’t want people to judge me only for who I am when I’m high, or when my blood is running in “somewhere else”. I want to be me, and for people to value me for who I am.

— And aren’t you yourself when you do all those things?

— Yeah, but…

— You’re my friend, Zeke. And I don’t care if you’re hard to talk to sometimes, or if what you say doesn’t make sense, if you can choke on a whole bag of chips, or if you want to show me your true self. You can be with me however you want, I'm your friend.

The ghost's eyes shone with comfort, a gentle smile forming as he embraced him.

— Thank you, Ben…

— You don't have to thank me, I'll always be here for you – They stayed like that for a second, before the undead guy pulled away for an instant, wiping away his tears to extend his hand, smiling.

— Nice to meet you, my name is Ezekiel.

— Nice to meet you, I'm Benjamin – They both chuckled, staring into space – Zeke, I have something to tell you.

— About your body? Yes, I heard Daniel.

— No, not that. It's something more... personal, and I need a friend's advice – Ben nervously intertwined his fingers, his legs bouncing back and forth – I... I don't know what to do.

— What do you mean?

— You know I'm with Peter, right? We're dating and all that – Zeke nodded cautiously, not quite understanding where this was going – I met someone, and I want to be with this person, but everything keeps us apart... He belongs to one world, and I to another; when I leave here, he'll be left behind forever. So, what's the point of falling in love with him? I have a... boyfriend who's alive, with whom I can have a secure future, but I've never felt as alive as I have with him, and I want to get to know him, I want to kiss him, I want... I want so many things, but…

— And what is it that your heart wants?

Ben barely managed a wry laugh.

— If I knew what I wanted, I wouldn't be asking you now, mate.

— I know, I mean, everything might be against you, like you said, there are so many things keeping you apart, and time is running out, but if you know you want him, why not make the time worthwhile? Maybe eternity isn't guaranteed for you, but you have this precious moment. Don't let time slip away, Ben. Don't lose the love of your life; time never forgives.

The mortal smiled slightly, moving closer to embrace him.

— Thank you, Zeke, I…

— Oh, look, a butterfly – Ben pulled back slightly, noticing Zeke's dilated pupils. His expression had changed, becoming more blank, his eyes glowing again, staring into space, completely lost. The mortal rested his head on his shoulder, patting his leg.

— I love you, buddy.

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Quick: Room Change

Holy shit! This isn't what I envisioned for a summer vacation; I knew it wasn't a good idea to stay in one of these roadside motels in the middle of the night!

One minute I was in my car because I'd forgotten something in the glove compartment, and the next I was here, inside a guy I don't even know! With a towel wrapped around me and... Shit... Maybe I could get used to this, you know?

It's not like I had a bad body before, but this is definitely new, with these strong muscles and this slim figure, haha! Woah... Nice pecs, I like the hair on them, that cute little path down the middle, heh. Maybe I could find some girl to have some fun with. If I'm not in my body, it doesn't count as cheating on my wife, right? I think-

— Is everything okay, honey? You're taking your time, sweetie, and I have to admit I'm not in the mood to wait around – a male voice echoed down my spine, like a snarling lion on the prowl. I froze, completely speechless. From the next bathroom, a huge guy, almost two meters tall, strong, muscular, with a scent that spread through the air like poisonous mist, hit my lungs.

Pectorals as big as footballs, biceps nearly forty centimeters or more. I had to swallow hard as I felt his footsteps echo on the floor while he positioned himself behind me to kiss my back, the hairs of his beard digging in alongside his warm breath that began to raise my new tool against the towel. Shit... This is going to get bad.

What the hell?! Where am I?! Oh. Shit, shit, shit. This doesn't look anything like my hotel room. Why am I wearing a t-shirt and- Wow! And these arms? WOOOAH! I think I could get used to it, huh? Although this beard is itchy, ugh. And the stench, yuck! Doesn't this guy know anything about personal hygiene? This seat feels so uncomfortable, it's so compact, like a family man's car. Ohhhh! That explains the keychain with a family photo and the "baby on board" sign behind it.

Although I'm not going to waste this huge body playing “the sweet family”. Maybe I can have some fun with my boyfriend, after all, we were about to "get things interesting". 

I usually have no problem letting him pound my cute ass for hours until I'm breathless against the bed, but with these muscles! I think it'll be better to break in this fat tool, thick as a beer can, heh.

I should pay him a visit, I don't think he's busy. Right?

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I’m always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story… Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

CORPUS.Inc - All Inclusive

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

This story is rather short, but it has a "deceptive" twist: I'd love to write more for you all! And to celebrate this special possessed summer, vacations and everything else, I'd like to ask you: What body would you like to be in? Where have you always wanted to travel but for one reason or another haven't been able to? 

It's time to make your fantasies a reality! They might not be extremely long stories, but they would also give me time to work and write, to create something special for you all. If you've already left your request in my inbox, in the comments, or anywhere else, rest assured that I'm already working on it. In fact, several of you gave me this idea with your requests for vacation bodies or even for using CORPUS, Inc. for other purposes (wink wink).

Feel free to tell me your ideas, be open to whatever you want, and be creative. The sky's the limit. I'm very excited to read your ideas!

Remember that in the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!