Alex

A story about Bodysuits, Secret Agents and once in a lifetime chance. Feel free to suggest where the story should go next and the photos of hunky dudes that should accompany it 😁 I was sitting at home tucked away in my bedroom. Like every day after work I would come back, kick my boots off and take off the motorbike jacket. Hang away the helmet making sure it can dry up, cause no one like when the helmet gets too smelly. Then I’d take the pants off, heat myself a meal, head to the bedroom and would eat while watching some brainless Netflix show on my tablet.

While watching the show I’ve heard some commotion outside. I live in New York with my bedroom windows looking out into a back alley between two apartment buildings. From the 3rd floor I can still hear what’s happening outside, but fortunately I also get some sunlight and the noise isn’t as terrible as it would be somewhere lower down.

While I’ve looked outside I’ve noticed a well-built, dark haired guy who seemed like he was looking for something, or maybe rather someone. I’ve hid behind the curtain and continued looking. It doesn’t happen often to see a handsome dude in this area. And another biker too. He was holding his helmet in one hand and a duffel bag in another.

While still looking around, he continued walking down the back alley. He must have been walking towards his Ducati which was parked further down the road. To my surprise he stopped along the dumpster bins and threw in the big bag he was holding. I was already wondering how was he planning on taking that on the bike, but this solved that problem. It created another though. Why would he throw away a completely new bag full of stuff? I felt like I needed to investigate it.

I waited for him to mount the motorbike and ride away. I rushed downstairs to see what was in the bag he threw. Once I reached the bins I opened the one where the bag was supposed to be. And there it was, on top of some office papers and other recyclables. Too curious to not check I’ve unzipped the bag and got startled immediately. From the inside there was a handsome face staring at me with the eye sockets completely hollow… on one hand I was terrified, my heart was racing and I started sweating. On another though I got too curious to not look into this deeper I also felt something more that I couldn’t identify yet at that time. I zipped the bag back and rushed all the way to my apartment. It was heavy, almost as heavy as if there was an entire person folded inside….

As I was climbing the stairs my heart was racing. I’ve started to slowly realize what could this thing in the bag be and I felt my crotch starting to swell up. I’ve only seen things like that in movies and now it seems like I was in luck to find one of my own right below my block. I’ve finally reached my apartment, locked the door behind me and went into my room. I threw the duffle bag onto the bed and started staring at it for a good few seconds. I was wondering what was this all about and why did that dude throw away something so valuable.

I decided it’s now or never. I approached the bag and slowly unzipped it. Inside of it was what could only be described as a bodysuit resembling human skin… at this point I wasn’t terrified anymore, instead I was extremely aroused. The skin suit was of a hunky Mediterranean looking guy, with a chiseled strong featured face. His body was ripped and the muscles big. The suit seemed to be slightly thicker than expected and was retaining all the shapes really well. Upon touching the face a bit of air escaped trough the open mouth, nostrils and eyes, the smell was musky but also there was something chemical to it. Reminded me of glue in some ways. The skin was soft, and was bouncing a bit under my fingers touch. The closest material I’ve known that could resemble this was silicone, but this was something else. Softer and more resembling real skin than anything I’ve ever seen.

My dock was definitely enjoying all this as it was has as rock. I laid the suit down on the bed. It seemed to be exactly my height which I considered good luck. The guy definitely had a better physique than I did. I couldn’t wait to become that guy, as I instinctively knew what this bodysuit is for, but upon closer inspection I couldn’t find any zipper or anything that would allow me to enter it. I started looking for any hints inside the bag. Beside of the suit I’ve also found blue contact lenses and dentures which would give me a Hollywood smile. There was also a great looking gray suit, some really nice suede Chelsea boots. A wallet, with all ID’s issued to Chase Warrington, a smartphone, car keys and house keys. Seemed to me like there is a whole life hidden inside this bag but I still didn’t know why, and what for.

When I turned around to go and look at the suit again I’ve heard more noises outside. There was another guy walking out from the same exit. He was similarly built as the previous one except that this guy was blond and maybe a bit taller. He went straight to the bin, opened it froze when he didn’t see there what he was looking for. He started frantically searching the bin but the bag wasn’t there. As he started looking around I quickly hid behind the curtain and continued looking to make sure he leaves.

It was obvious now that the other guy left the bag for this one to pick up. It seems like they were onto something but I’ve foiled their plans. I suddenly started thinking that I might have pulled myself into some shady business and my stomach squeezed in stress. The guy outside took out his phone and started calling someone. He was yelling and gesticulating, after which he angrily hang up and rushed out of the alley. After waiting a bit more to make sure he isn’t coming back I turned around to face the bed.

I had a quick glance to see if I wasn’t maybe hallucinating it all but Chase was still there , waiting for me patiently. My hardon was instantly back as I got closer to the suit. With no more insights on how to put it on I started exploring it more vigorously. The only opening large enough to do anything was the mouth. I tried stretching it and it opened up significantly. I slid my hand into the suit and it was all covered with what seemed like a mix of sweat and slimy like glue. I sniffed what got captured on my hand and the smell was intense but not unpleasant, the suit was still slightly warmer than the ambient temperature so something told me it must have been worn quite recently.

I knew what I needed to do. Without further hesitation I took my clothes of, sat on the bed and put the bodysuit in front of me. I’ve stretched the mouth and put my feet in. The slimy substance inside made it easy to slide them all the way to Chase’s feet. I’ve adjusted my toes to go right into his and wiggled them to test the movement. The suit was still sliding against my skin, and it felt so good to know that I’m slowly disappearing inside this hunky guy.

I’ve pulled the suit up and got my legs fully in. Next to go in will be my cock and ass. Chase definitely didn’t skip any leg days and his quads, calves and ass looked extra perky. His cock was also a thing worth looking at. I’ve never been unhappy with mine, at 8 inches it was more than enough to give pleasure to anyone, but Chase’s was something else. At least 10 inches and extra thick, it felt like holding a pipe. Both the sheath and the balls were hollow inside and just waiting for my cock to invade them. I slowly slid it in feeling how well lubed up it is inside. My cock filled it out perfectly, almost as if the inside was based on a cast of my own.

I grabbed my new rocket and started throbbing it up and down. It seemed like there were some additional groves inside that kept my dick perfectly positioned but also provided additional pleasure. The whole experience was so arousing that I didn’t notice one significant change. I wasn’t able to move Chase’s skin against mine anymore. The glue started working its way and it sealed my legs completely inside of the bodysuit. I’ve looked back into the bag to see if there is any instruction available or any solvent that would allow me to later take it off but there was nothing.

Thinking what I should do, I decided to go ahead with putting the suit on and worry about the consequences later. This was my dream opportunity and I wasn’t going to spoil it by overthinking.

I continued pulling the suit up, the musky smell embracing me with each pull. My dick still extra hard was demanding some more attention. I knew though that this will be more fun after I complete the transformation. I started pushing my arms in, filling his every finger with mine, warm air escaping as I pushed further in. His hands were also bigger than mine, but it felt so natural to have them. The suit was heavy when I was holding it before, but now that it was embracing me and matching my every move I could barely feel its weight. The movement of the suit felt even more natural now, that the glue started setting in. I could feel the outline of all the muscles with my new hands.

I’ve looked at myself in the mirror and what I saw was like if all my wet dreams have combined into one and stood right there in front of me. Except it wasn’t someone else. It was me moving this Greek god-like body. The only thing that wasn’t matching yet was the face. I couldn’t complain about mine, I was attractive enough to be able to get laid with most of the guys I wanted to meet, but I knew that once I take his face on, no one would be able to resist me.

His face was embracing my neck with an unnaturally stretched gin looking like a human face hoodie hanging behind me. At this point I was so turned on I could blow my load any time. The warmth of the suit felt so natural, I thought that with this thickness I wouldn’t be able to feel anything on the inside, but it seems like this cosmic technology material was passing the feeling of touch much more than expected. I started playing with my monster sized cock again and it felt like I’m about to have the best jerk off of my entire life.

With one hand I continued playing with it while with the other I started sliding the slimy face onto mine. Slowly it was coming onto my head, looking like it’s abut devour me. Chase’s face less and less disfigured he started looking like a real person again. And just then with a final snap the face fell into place and I saw how it fits me almost perfectly, looking out his eyes I didn’t see myself anymore, I continued throbbing my cock being on the verge of climax, with final few adjustments the face felt perfectly aligned and as it started setting and gluing into mine I shot the biggest load of my entire life staining the mirror in front of me.

For a moment I completely zoned out, when I opened my eyes again and looked into the mirror, I couldn’t believe again what I’m seeing. The chiseled face, the body of a young Greek god. I smiled and touched my pecks. The confidence was oozing out of me. Still looking at myself I said:

-Hey there Chase, I think we will have some fun together

And to my surprise it wasn’t my voice that came out. It was deeper and more powerful than mine. The surprise quickly disappeared from my… our face, and a confident smirk appeared. One that someone seemed appropriate and matched this face perfectly. This seemed like a start of something great…

Bodysuits, Secret Agents and once in a lifetime chance

Part 1 can be found here: https://spareface.tumblr.com/post/667001088186220544/being-chase-pt1

My face already matched the one on all the ID’s and I started to feel like I truly am Chase, but I knew there is more to put on to transform me completely. I’ve reached for the box with dentures and opened it. It seemed like those have been worn too. I’ve tried putting them on but they didn’t fit. Fortunately the box had instruction printed on, and all I had to do was to heat them up to make them malleable again. Once soft I’ve slide them into my mouth and adjusted around my own teeth. In just a moment they started looking like my own.. or rather exactly like Chases.

Now was time to look for some more clues on Chase’s identity. Most importantly I needed to know why pretty much his entire life was stuffed into that one duffle bag. I’ve grabbed his cellphone and started wondering how should I even unlock it. The answer came rather quickly, one glance at it and FaceID worked its magic. If I was able to trick face scanning algorithms I should be having quite high chances in tricking anyone into believing I’m chase if I stumble across someone that recognizes me.

Now I just needed to find something useful on his phone. I’ve browsed trough his email, Facebook, messages and contacts. It seems that he’s quite a high positioned banker, single and definitely a player. Not being picky with gender it seems at least as long as his partner for the night is sexy. This was getting me extremely excited, not only was I in the body of one of the hottest guys I’ve seen in my entire life. He was also loaded. Or maybe I should say that I was loaded?

I’ve continued looking for more clues, and then I stumbled across an app I didn’t recognize. Called HQCell it had a logo combining a DNA helix and an outline of a face. I’ve tried opening it but it asked my for an additional code to authenticate. I had no idea what to put it so I continued browsing. When I opened notes I’ve discovered one more clue, and something that should help me to settle comfortably into chases life. There was a home address written down, together with the pin code to the apartment’s door. It seemed a little bit weird that anyone would need to write down their apartment address and pin code, but I didn’t give this a second thought at that time.

There was one final thing to put on to make me look exactly like Chase. The contact lenses were blue in color and had a very thin honeycomb structure in them, one that was visible only at a certain angle. Without hesitation I started putting them on. This step would probably have been easier with my own fingers, but to my surprise his fingers weren’t any less nimble than mine. I’ve always struggled a bit with putting contacts on, and my only practice was during Halloween, so this took more time than I wanted. After the second lens set itself firmly in place I blinked and looked into the mirror. With those piercing blue eyes I could not recognize myself anymore. I was Chase and there was no denying that. It seemed that my dick also thought so as it started raising again.

Right then when I was ready to play with my member again, the lenses have lit up and started displaying some data. This was more freaky than I care to admit. So this was why they had the honeycomb pattern, must be for the electronics inside. On the side of my vision I’ve had a few options displayed informing me about what the lenses are capable of. At the moment only the face ID function was on. To test it I’ve looked into the mirror, a soft glowing box appeared around my face, and below the lenses have displayed: Chase Warrington, 37, Bi.

Wow, this can come in handy, knowing anyone’s name, age and orientation must be making picking people up in bars a breeze. I already thought of the possibilities this will give me in the future. All of this has started looking more and more like some weird mission impossible stuff and I wasn’t planning on giving up on the fun that would offer me.

I decided to skip the next jerk off and save some of my juice for later. I reached for the underwear and socks, followed by a white shirt and the finely a well-fitting grey suit. Last piece was the suede monk shoes that fit my feet perfectly. The imprint inside was exactly like if those were my shoes. One look into the mirror and I knew that I’m ready to conquer the world. I’ve put my wallet, cellphone and keys into my pocket and headed outside.

I clicked the button on the remote attached to the car keys and a soft beep sounded from the carpark nearby. I continued clicking the button until I was able to locate the car. Ford Mustang, nice. Not only I looked great and had impeccable style but also a testosterone fueled car. Couldn’t wait to see how does Chase’s house look like. I’ve entered the address into google maps and followed its directions.

After parking the car nearby I walked to the location getting smiles from all sorts of people on the way. My model like face and a Hollywood smile really do make some heads turn. Remembering how I look like and knowing that devilish smile is on my face, I was getting hard again. It won’t be easy to be Chase while being turned on all the time. Once I got to place I was standing in front of a brownstone house. I’ve looked around and after making sure that there are no people looking at me strangely I’ve walked up the stairs and entered the pin code into the lock on the front door.

The door opened with a short buzz and I quickly entered inside. Until now I was too excited to be even remotely careful and I was starting to realize how stupid of me all of it was. What if the guys from the alley will show up and start question me? What if this is not actually my house? I decided to pretend like everything is ok and quickly yelled

-Hello, is anyone there?

After listening to absolute silence for the next 15 seconds I proceeded to enter the house. I was too deep in and too excited to not explore the rest of Chases life.. my life. The house was spacious and decorated in a modern manly fashion with whites, grays and blacks. On my right was a wardrobe and a shoe cabinet that I decided to quickly explore. It was immediately obvious that Chase not only has money, he also knows how to dress.

The wardrobe was full of high quality jackets, and the shoe cabinet had plenty of formal shoes and boots options matching any suit colors. To my surprise there were also a few sets of motorbike leathers and boots. I decided to give them a quick sniff and wasn’t disappointed with what I smelled. So that’s going to be my own smell now.

I continued into the living room on the ground floor. Nothing unusual there, in fact it didn’t look like anyone was really ‘living’ there. The room and the kitchen were just too pristine and too perfect. But maybe that’s how things are when you’re a mid 30’s single banker. You just eat outside with your friends and never worry about cooking or cleaning. Damn he probably even has cleaning staff. Or should I say we have some cleaning staff? I wasn’t so separated from Chase anymore but I still had moments when I didn’t think of myself as of him.

I walked over to the staircase and climbed to the first floor where I was greeted by two spacious bedrooms sharing a common bathroom. Again nothing unusual here except maybe of some leathers in Chases wardrobe. Was he kinky or was it just for show? There was just one more floor to explore, the attic. I went upstairs only to be surprised by a heavy metal door with a fingerprint scanner. Not thinking much I’ve put my finger in. The scanner beeped, flashed green light, and the door gave way to reveal something of a study.

There was a desk and a computer with multi-screen setup in the middle. With a big wardrobe taking the entire back wall of the room, there was also something that resembled a vanity mirror and a makeup station by the wall close to the wardrobe. Too curious not to check everything I opened the wardrobe and jumped away immediately as a few faces were staring at me with empty eyeholes from within the opening.

I quickly realized that those were not just some random faces, but more of my own. Chase Warrington was there staring at me, or rather blaming me with his hollow eyes for not wearing him now. I came closer and touched the suits. They were the same as the one I was wearing now, maybe just a bit more grey and slightly less lifelike. Beside of full suits there were also a few masks with just the bibs, some gloves and feet. Looked like they were options for when it wasn’t practical to put the full suit on?

I was just about to grab on of the masks to give it a closer look when I heard a gun safety being unlocked behind my head. How did anyone get in here without making any sound? I should have closed the study’s door behind me, at least I would have heard the scanner’s beep. It was too late for that now though. I raised my hands up and slowly turn around, my heart racing.

I don’t really know what was I expecting, and why was I so reckless. In my entire life I’ve always played safe. This suit has changed everything. I guess I wanted to put it on and explore his life so much that I forgot about any precautions. I got caught like a 3 year old stealing cookies from a cookie jar.

After I turned enough to see whose in front of me my face turned pale (or at least the one underneath Chases mask). In front of me was standing the same guy who was looking for the bag in the back alley. The one that stormed off after having a heated conversation with someone.

-I can see that you’ve found my bag Chase… or should I call you something else, a thief would probably suit you…

His voice was deep and smooth but piercing cold

-I should be inside of that suit right now! You have no idea how much you’ve fucked up…

He shouted into my face. With my hands still in the air, and my own skin clearly sweating inside of Chase I said:

-Look man, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. I saw that other dude drop a big bag in the bin and I just had to see what’s inside. I didn’t mean to…

-Shut the fuck up! I need to fix this quick. I need to get you out of that suit, the mission is too important to risk having some noob fuck it up.

-Wait, what are you talking about… this sounds like some mission impossible kinda shit…

And while I was saying that I noticed that my dick started getting hard again. Fuck this was so fucked up, here I am close to my death and yet I get turned on. I quickly glanced at my tight suit pants which he didn’t leave unnoticed

-Ohhh, so I see now why you couldn’t stop yourself you freak. You get turned on by all this. The sweaty suits we have to wear all day long to save your sorry faces from the terror threat is some weird sort of fetish to you…

He stepped closed to me and looked into my eyes. His eyes were green, he smelled of musky, manly cologne, sweat and had a hint of gasoline on him. With blond hair and proportional face he was definitely on the handsome side. Instead of getting scared I got even harder. That’s when he grabbed my dick and said:

-There is one way to make the glue come off faster, normally it would hold for at least 24 hours, but since we don’t have that much time…

His mouth now just inches away from mine, his warm breath was hitting my nostrils

-…and I was always curious to see how would it feel to fuck the hunkiest banker in town. See, I normally don’t get to be Chase, he’s reserved for other agents but it seems like something good will come out of your fuckup in the end

A smirk come up to his face while he started undoing his belt still holding his gun to my face. Fuck, I was terrified and aroused like I’ve never been before…

­-Undo your belt and pull down your pants. Let’s see how you’ll like what I’m about to give you.

With my life at stake I started taking off my belt. I was just getting comfortable in Chases shoes and it seems like I will loose it as quickly as I got it. I decided if this is the last of what I get out of Chase’s life I might as well enjoy it. I stopped for a moment and said:

-Listen, I don’t know why I did all this, it was just way too exciting, and being this hunk feels so fucking good. If that’s it for me I actually want to enjoy it

-What do you mean? – he said

-Like you said, I’m into this stuff. These bodysuits turn me on a lot, if You want to fuck, I’d be more than happy to, I won’t be trying anything funny, you can put down the weapon and we can just enjoy this.

He started laughing and said:

-You must be thinking I’m an idiot. Continue undressing.. actually take off everything, I want to see how Chase looks like under all those tight fitting clothes

I immediately obeyed and started undoing the shirt’s buttons. I took off the top, kicked off the shoes, which he grabbed and said more to himself than anything

-Damn, those are good. Why do I always get to be thugs while Mark spends half his life in this hunk?

I took of the pants and stood in front of him with just my briefs on. He looked down and said:

-OK this explains why he can fuck anyone he wants. Take those off too and lets have a closer look at this rocket

I slid the boxers off and was just standing there with a hard on, in front of a guy holding a gun to my face. This felt so unreal. Just a few hours ago I was watching Netflix on my bed and now I’m standing in someone else’s body, with a hard on in front of a thug.

He stepped closer and grabbed my dick with his big muscly hand. His pants and briefs already down, I started seeing his dick growing hard as well. With the gun still close to my head, he moved his lips next to mine and started kissing me. A shiver run down my spine and I gasped. He moved slightly back and said:

-Damn, feels like kissing real skin, this technology is amazing. What do you think? – he asked me

-Yeah, I mean, I can’t believe that this is happening, not sure what you want me to say…

I started to be puzzled at what exactly is he expecting me to do

-Alright let me explain how it works. The glue sets in after you put the suit on and holds for 24 hours or more. Sweat breaks it down and usually that’s the most convenient way to take the suit off. We can help the process slightly if we get very sweaty in a short amount of time and add some solvent inside.

-Why won’t you just make me work out?

I said and gasped again when he squeezed my dick harder

-…and where would the fun in that be?

He started kissing me again and slid his tongue deeper into my throat. I’ve opened my eyes and noticed something I didn’t see before, his eyes had the same honeycomb pattern as the contact lenses I was wearing… does this me that…?

He pushed my head down and forced my head onto his dick. I opened my mouth and started working my way up and down. His cock was thick and juicy. In full erection now his shaft was perfectly formed. I closed my lips around it and started squeezing it more while I sucked on it. He let out a moan of pleasure and told me to continue.

I grabbed my cock. The size was much larger than what I’m used to and I got reminded I’m inside of a bodysuit of a total hunk. Just that thought gave me an additional wave of excitement. I spat on my hand and started working my hand around my (or should I say our?) shaft. “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I do, Chase!” I thought to myself and continued sucking on the thugs cock.

He then grabbed my face and pulled me upwards, he looked around my lips and with satisfaction said:

-It seems like it’s starting to work

He then pushed his finger in between the mask and my face. I started feeling how it invades the space between me and Chase and was separating us. He then took out his finger looked at me, put into his mouth, licked it and then said:

-You might not be the only freak here…

And with a smile he reached to his pants for a small vial. He opened it and poured half of the content into the opening he created between me and Chase. He then did the same from the other side of my mouth. After that he took off the rest of his clothes, reached to the drawer under the desk and took out some lube (seems like I’m not the only one jerking off in front of my computer)

He came back to me and said:

-Now we will have some real fun

He put down the gun and applied a generous amount of lube into his hand and worked it into his dick, my ass and my dick. While he was sliding his palm around my cock I moaned in pleasure. I know what was coming and was getting ready for it. He then started slowly entering me. Starting with Chases butt he moved his way deeper inside reaching mine. I relaxed and let him in, starting to feel how his massive cock is expanding me from the inside.

He began moving back and forth rhythmically while continuing to play with my cock. I’ve felt surprisingly much trough Chases skin. The groves inside his cock were giving me some extra pleasure. I was moaning in sync with the pulsating thumps I was receiving. Then I heard him say:

-How do you like it Chase? You probably never thought you’d be getting fucked by me. It would be so unlikely in the previous setup, but look at us now… You and me, best buddies.

Being addressed as Chase turned me on so much. I pushed myself deeper into his cock and grabbed mine with my own hands. He grabbed me by both my hips and started hammering me faster than before. I started feeling my sweat running all around my body still trapped between me and the bodysuit. Chases face slowly ungluing from mine.

We started moving in unison, both panting with every move we took. Getting closer and closer I started moaning in pleasure. He was getting close too, and with the last few moves he grabbed me by Chases hair, he pulled the mask and with a slurping sound it started coming of, stretching unnaturally, the last bits of glue giving up, and with one last slurp it slid off right when we both came in extasy. I shot my load onto the floor while he came in me. This was the best climax I have ever had in my entire life, for a moment I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe, I was just enjoying the moment, knowing I might never get an experience like that again.

He took out his dick. I slowly turned around still panting. My head all sweaty, my hair sticking to my face. The I reached out my open hand to him and said:

-Olivier, nice to meet you.

He smiled and replied:

-You’re still totally fucked man, don’t think you won’t be punished for what you’ve done

He then did something I wasn’t expecting. He pulled by his mouth and started stretching his face. Slowly a sweaty dark haired dude started emerging from inside the mask. The mouth gave up pretending it’s still a human and same like mine previously the mask came off with a slurping sound.

-Garrett, also nice meeting you.

He said, then reached out his hand have shaken mine while continuing talking

-Glad to know that you’re handsome on the inside of that suit. It feels better knowing it’s your sweat I’ll be wearing in a moment. Now take off the rest of the suit…

I turned around to look into the mirror. So this will be the last moment I’ll be feeling Chases big body on me. In the mirror I saw both of us naked, with human face “hoodies” around our necks….

“Hey pretty boy! Catch!” He turned around and reached out to grab the antique medallion I had thrown towards him out of reflex. The moment he touched it a bright white light engulfed the space between us and our visions temporarily faded…

When my eyes came into focus again I realized I was standing at the exact same spot the college jock had been in mere seconds earlier. The cool breeze of the wind blew against my sweaty bare chest, the feeling of virility and strength with every movement I took, and the incredible erection that was quickly growing in the white sport pants underneath.

My former self was fuming and running towards me, all while screaming bloody blasphemy. I gave him a quick wink before turning towards the clear blue lake and wind my arm up. Feeling the innate knowledge of a true athlete running through my head, coupled with the strength and muscle memory of this amazing new body, I found myself chucking the medallion so far into the lake it was no longer visible to be seen with the naked eyes.

Phil walked into the empty swimming pool area. His bare feet cold from the wet floor and his nose filled by the smell of heavy chlorine. Having made sure the gymnasium was locked and empty, Phil unbuttoned his flannel shirt and tossed it to the floor. He just managed to take off his pants as well when the phone in the foiled cloth suddenly rung. Picking it up, he looked at the name of the caller before answering it with a glee on his handsome chiseled face. He knew it was Mr. Jett, his swimming coach, about to plead for his body back.

“Hello, Phil. How can I help you?” Phil answered using Mr. Jett’s deep and raspy voice, a result of years of coaching and shouting at his students.

“Oh, stop fucking around Ashmann, and get back here now! The ritual, we have to-” A shrieky nasally voice was heard through the phone. Panicking, frustrated, and out of breath, the once hunky Mr. Jett was currently inhabiting his young student Phil Ashmann’s body.

“Nope. No can do. I’m keeping this body.” Phil abruptly commented. Of course he would. This body, Mr. Jett’s body, was literally a god among men. Tall, fit, handsome, not to mention virile. It was everything one could ask for. And for Phil, I was everything he had always wanted to have, wanted to be.

“W-what?! That wasn’t part of the deal! Get back here now! There’s still time!” Mr. Jett’s shrieky voice screamed through the speaker.

“No! You listen to me.” Phil snarled back, really putting his now imposing voice to use. “The deal was, within this semester, you would get my body in shape AND get my crush to like me. Did you accomplish any of that? No. No you didn’t. The only thing you managed to do was ridicule me in front of the entire school and flunk all my exams. Why would I want to go back to that?”

“No, no, no. Please Phil. It’s not my fault. Shawn, your crush, he was way out of your league! Not to mention he’s a straight douchebag who only saw you as a weakling. And your flabby body… it’s like the fat just won’t go away!” The former coach begged. “Please believe me!”

“I would…” Phil took a deep sigh with his new massive lungs, before slipping off the underwear and rest of the pants around his legs. “… was it not for the fact that you’re lying through your teeth. You see, Shawn and I used to be childhood friends. No matter how popular he’s become now… he would never call me a weakling. And I saw you behind school a few times, stuffing your face, my body, full of donuts and cakes. You probably haven’t exercised even once the last few months since we did the ritual, have you?”

“…..” Complete silence from the phone.

“…….” A droplet of water echoed through the swim hall.

“You’re a fat ugly pig who deserves nothing. Your mere presence in my class disgusts me and your classmates. Y’know, me getting you kicked out of school would only do you a big favor.” A spiteful tone rung through the now nasally student’s voice.

“Finally showing your true colors, huh? I suspected as much. What I don’t get is why you agreed to the switch in the first place. Was it to fuck me over? Out of pure spite? Hatred? Nonetheless, you’re the one that convinced me and said that ‘dedication and willpower are all you need to turn your life around’. The former student-turned-hunk mimicked what the coach had told him a few days before their switch. A few lines which ended up with the pair performing a dark ritual in the teen’s garden shed. A few drops of blood, an unutterable incantation, some flickering lights, and finally a dark pact was made. Until the end of the school semester, their souls would reside in the other’s flesh.

“Fuck you! You worthless piece of trash! Get back here or-or else…” The infuriated former coach found himself stuttering anxiously.

“You know what? I have. I’ve fucked myself. Lots of time. You wouldn’t imagine how amazing all the dildos I’ve bought using your credit card feels. Up. This. Ass.” A slight deep moan was heard echoing through the empty swim hall. “And I fucking love it. I love your tight ass, your hard abs, your gigantic arms, your perfect face, and your musk which always smells like it’s mixed with chlorine. But most of all, I love your massive thick cock. Your body is fucking perfect, and now it’s all fucking mine. So, I’ve decided to keep it for good.”

“Y-you did what with my body?!”

“Not your body. My body. And I’m not the only one who’s had their fair share of fun with this perfection. Mr. Hendriksen, he appears to want to worship this godlike body as much as I do…” The new coach licked his lips loudly, almost as if taunting its former owner over the phone.

“T-the new football coach?”

“Yes. And oh let me tell you about those football thighs and bubble ass of his… just godly. Feeling those bubbly mounds of flesh squeezing against this massive member is the highlight of the evenings for us. The evenings we’ve had together for the last two months… Actually, I think we’re in love. Maybe we’ll even make it official tonight…” The sound of flesh slapping against each other echoed throughout the empty room, as the new Mr. Jett flung his member back and forth.

“Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! I’ll kill you! Get back here now or I-I’ll make sure you never get into a college! I’ll screw with your siblings and, and… and ruin your relationship with Shawn!” Kicking, screaming, and items flying about was heard on the other side of the line.

“You don’t get it do you? None of that matters to me anymore. I’m not Phil Ashmann anymore, you are. I’m Nick Jett, swim coach, total hunk, and soon to be boyfriend of hunky football coach Axel Hendriksen.”

“P-please… Don’t do this… I-I’ll find a way to switch us back myself! The ritual’s right here in front of me!” The shrieky teen seemed to have calmed down now, almost accepting of the situation.

“I wouldn’t dabble unknowingly in the dark arts if I were you… you never know what or who might answer your calls…” For a brief second a chill passed over the coach’s bare body. “Also, perhaps I should mention this, but since you failed to fulfill the pact before the end of the semester, which is when the clock strikes midnight in a few minutes, the pact and its aftereffects will be completely invoked. Not only will our souls not return back to their original bodies, but they will be transformed and reshaped to match their new permanent flesh. I will be Nick Jett, in both body… and soul.” The soon to be Mr. Jett couldn’t help but chuckle from the thoughts of what would come.

“No, no, no, no! I refuse! This fat, disgusting-”

“Good bye Phil Ashmann. And good luck with all that self-loathing you’ll have to deal with. I certainly won’t envy you.” With that said the new Nick Jett ended the call, threw the phone into the pile of clothes he had taken off earlier, and stretched his broad muscled back. With a leap, he threw himself into the still water and swam several quick but powerful laps. With his eyes he kept track of his time, but in his mind… he was busy counting down the minutes till the clock struck midnight.

Then, he would celebrate with a long sensual hot shower and admiration of his own reflection in the mirrors, perhaps even with a few toys he brought with him. Suffice to say, swim coach Nick Jett would be leaving the locker room sweatier, smellier, and stickier than when he went in.

My brother and I were raised by our grandfather. Our grandfather had and unique power of shape-shifting. My brother and I kind of have the power but that's because only one parent was a shape-shifter the other one was mortal.

Unfortunately our grandfather passed away from a heart attack before our training was ever completed.

My brother and I try our best at shape-shifting, but we just can't seem to get it right.

Our grandfather was training us . Back in high school my brother took the school's quarterback and I took his best friend.

We put them in a cannatonic stage, strip them of their clothes. My brother places his hand on the quarterbacks chest takes a few deep breaths. And a deep concentration I can watch my brother's body start to grow to match that of the quarterbacks. The only thing that didn't change with his face . I did the same thing to his best friend. We have their bodies,but our faces are still our own. So the same thing happened to me.

We got dressed in their clothes that we stripped off of them. And went out.

We enter the local pizza joint. The funny thing happened. They recognized us as the guys we were dressed as. Whose clothes we were wearing. So our powers kind of worked? My brother was the quarterback and I was his best friend for the night. .

We turn ourselves back. We gave the boys back their clothes put them and the quarterbacks car in parking in front of his house. Then we brought them around and quickly took off.

Jumping to the present. My brother and I were in the city out having some fun when we saw two guys. It seemed like the perfect pair my brother and I haven't shifted in a while so we thought we'd have a little fun.

But this time we were going to do it differently.

We followed them for a couple blocks and into a hotel. Got in the elevator with them and got out from the same floor. As they were opening the hotel room door that's only put them in a suspended state.

We ushering them quickly in to thier room. Just so nobody could see us. We prepare them by stripping them of their clothes and we took off our own.

My brothers guy was casually dressed in a sports coat . The guy I was to become was a little more fashionable dressed.

My brother wanted me to go first I place my hand on the young man's chest took a few deep breaths and put my powers to work. He watch me shrink a little bit in size of a transformed into the young man. Just like before our bodies match perfectly but my face really didn't change that much.

That my brother did his friend I watched him grow in size. I'm saying the same thing, the perfect body match but the face really didn't change it all.

We got dressed in the clothes we stripped off of them, my brother has the casually dressed, I got dressed in the suit the young man had on.

Our powers must be getting stronger because we're getting some of their memories, their thoughts they're just a little foggy.

Their clothes fit us just as well as they fit them.

We put the original guys to bed cuz this time they're just going to be sleeping it off. Come morning they'll never know what happened to them other than the clothes they had on the night before their are missing.

My brother and I are going stay as them for the time being. This is easier. We just didn't to return their clothes to them to save any trouble. The funniest thing is people see us as their twins

We went out to have some fun just like they were having before they returned their hotel.

The thing was we really didn't get much their memories or information about them. That part of our powers that we need to develop I guess.

And not knowing too much of the two guys we are now shape-shifted into. Our problems just started.

We are walking out of one bar and headed down to another. When a State Trooper pulled up and they jumped out of the car. Grabbing my brother and I and throwing us into the back seat. Putting us under arrest.

It seems like the two guys that we shape shifting into are not who they appear to have been. They knocked out two guys stripping them of their clothes which we were now wearing.

I guess their M O is knocking guys out taking their clothes and money and partying for the night. And here my brother and I shape shifting right into them. Being a perfect copy and their eyes.

The weird thing was we were going to be transported back so where most of the crimes occurred. That's why we arrested by state troopers.

We have like a 5-hour Drive ahead of us. But being night time . Them being on shift for 9 hours . We were just spend the night in the hotel.

So now there's our transport cops. Once we get to our destination will be standing before a judge. But due to radio trouble. It could not call in our arrest.

So we have to move fast when we get to the hotel.

They separated us. The larger, bigger cop took my brother into one room. The younger cop took me into another room. Both officers were giving two keys one to each room just in case of emergencies.

The police officers handcuffed my brother to the bed frame before getting ready to go to bed.

I was with the younger cop praying he would make a mistake. You laid me down on the bed and also handcuffed me to the frame.

Sweet he made a mistake . He took off his duty belt, but he didn't put it far out of my reach. Thanking with me being handcuffed to the bed I when make too much noise trying to get free.

He stripped off his uniform down to his boxer briefs. He went to the bathroom. But he left the light on these it's sort of like a nightlight. Still able to see what was going on the run without leaving all the rooms lights on..

I just laid on the bed and waited till you fell asleep. The kick up one of my shoes and gad it drop onto the floor. It didn't even make a move so I kicked out my other shoe to make sure.

Sweeties a sound sleeper.

I slowly slid off the bed and stretch my foot out as far as I could and was able to reach his duty belt. I got his keys and got myself quietly out of the handcuffs.

I stripped off on my clothes since the young officer was a little bit bigger than the frame I was now.

This couldn't be better. An officer was sleeping on his back this is going to be so easy. I pulled down the covers. I place my hand on his chest took a deep breath and let my Powers take over.

As the young officer went into a deeper sleep I could feel my body transform into his. Once that was completed at felt like my hand to be placed on to his forehead.

Just like the powers of the shape-shifting I could feel a different Power come over me as I copy his knowledge and abilities in his talents as a police officer. The look on his face as eyes fully opened as I was copying his knowledge over to my own mind. Gasping for air like it was in pain and then he just blacked out again it's going back into a deep sleep. After everything is body just went through. I think he'll be out for hours.

I slid off his boxer briefs you put it on myself and got dressed in his uniform standing over him from head to toe as the state trooper he was.

With the shape-shift done making me the young Trooper I pulled out the room key to the room my brother was in leaving this room behind and heading to his.

I quietly open the door and let myself into the room.

I place my hand over my brother's mouth just in case and screamed as I woke him up.

Seeing his younger brothers standing over him wearing the state troopers uniform that was guarding me.

Shhhhh. I unlocked his handcuffs.

My brother slipped into the bathroom the strip off his clothes just so he doesn't wake the state trooper that was asleep in the other bed.

I kept my eye on him just to make sure you didn't wake up.

It's just the light from the bathroom my brother entered the room completely naked as I pulled the covers down on the state trooper that was guarding him.

He's wearing his T-shirt so I had to try to pull it out so my brother could get his hand on his chest.

My brother took a deep breath who placed his hands on the chest as the cop quickly came too, but it was too fast and my brother set his powers in the motion transferring himself into the state trooper. In the transformation he drained the cop of all his energy and he passed out

Instructed my brother to place his hand now on the cops head. You will be surprised how much information you'll be getting from him.

Same thing happened as he was copying over the information from the trooper . It ooks like he woke up his eyes pop wide open gasping for air as he obtained all his knowledge, talents and abilities.

The real State Trooper is out cold.. just as his partner has been drained of all his energy and will be out for hours.

My brother went to go check himself out in the mirror as I pulled the T-shirt off the passed out cop along with his underwear.

My brother returned to the room and I threw st him and I'm telling we don't have much time, get dressed.

See my brother standing there in the state troopers uniform was amazing it fit him perfectly as well as mine the only thing is we had to do a little something about his longer hair.

The cop had a travel kit so I did a little trim around the sides and the top.. not buzzing at like state trooper passed out in the bed.

My brother grabbed the handcuffs and handcuff the cop to the bed and got the phone out of his reach.

He grabbed the clothes he was wearing and he headed out of the room and says we got to do the same to the other cop. Placing the do not disturb sign on the door we exut that room and enter into the other room.

Seeing the young officer laying on his back naked on the bed I handed my brother the handcuffs and it keep him to the bed as I picked up the clothes that I had on.

As before we hung this do not disturb sign on the door and headed to the police cruiser.

Add a habit we picked up, we drove to the police destination the boys were supposed to be headed to.

Due to radio problems they couldn't reported in that they capture the two guys they were looking for which really they didn't.

That morning we reached the the courthouse. As far as I know we don't have any prisoners. And if anyone looked at as they would see the state troopers.

Since we have their memories now we knew we were out Duty for that day.

The question is do we head to their apartment get out of these police uniforms and Cruiser. Put on their street clothes. Maybe turn back into our real selfs. Or do you drive around dresses cops and look for two guys that we want to become. We I pulled them over and do the shape-shift.

My brother and I need a change of clothes, switch back to our true selves and get back home.

The hiring process had been very extenuating. I have interviewed almost 10 guys during the day and none of them were worthy of the position. I was going to give up when Luisa, our HR coordinator, called me to tell me that the last candidate had arrived. I looked through my paper and find the CV, his name was Carl Ferguson. I let him in and he walked  confidently into my office. We shake hands and I felt a nice strong grip.

“So tell me Carl, why are you here today”I told him as he sited  in metallic chair.

“Well, I know that I am the best option for being the financial manager of your company,I don’t only have experience in corporate finance but I also have experience managing trust funds and investments.”

“I know your CV, you are here because I believe that you are capable. I just want to do some personal questions.To see if you can really fit here”.

“Sure, ask me whatever you want”.

“I see that you are actually unemployed, why is that?”

“Well, I always wanted to be an entrepreneur so I decide to left my last company. I think that I had a great idea for a fin tech company…”

“And it didn’t work”

“We have a great start, however we didn’t have the capabilities, mainly the money, to defend ourselves against copycats”.

“So you failed”

“You can said that, but I get so many learnings from that experience”

“What are your hobbies”

“I love football, I was the running back in my college”

“So you are healthy”

“Yes, I go everyday to the gym. You know healthy mind, healthy body” 

“In your CV it says that you worked in California”

“That is right, I have just move to New York York, you know.. to have a fresh start”

“So what about your family, your friends”

“Well, they stayed in California. My father always told me to pursue my dreams whatever it cost, that’s why I am here”

“So you came to jungle alone”

“That’s right”

“And what is your dream”

“To be one day sited in your chair”

“Good answer… one last question, whats your availability”

“”If you wish it I can even work today”

I left Carl in my office as I went to meet with Luisa. I told her that I have found the newest finance director for our company. She try to make me think this over, to not rush the decision and make me remember that there was no going back. However, once I had an idea in my head, there was nothing that could make me change my mind. She give the contract and told me that I just needed that he signed every single one of the papers, I smiled at her and went to meet with Carl. 

“Well Carl, the job is yours”

“Really, thanks a lot, you would not regret this decision”

“I am sure that I would not , before that we need to talk about the compensation package. We like to do this fast, so you have to take a decision this moment”

“Sure”

“If you agree please sign each one of the pages” 

I give him the contract and he started to read it. I could see him smiling when he read the salary, I was certain that he wasn’t expecting that amount of money. He started to sign each of the papers and when he was finished I called Luisa to take them off. 

“Well Mr Ferguson, welcome to the company” I told him and gave him my hand. The moment that he touched me an electric surge spread through my body and seconds later I was seeing the face of my old body. I started to touch my beard and my torso, it was arousing to touch my new body for the first time.

“What… What have you done” The confused old man asked me.

“Well Carl, you signed the contract”

“I never agreed for this”

“No Carl, you should have read the contract”

“Reverse this, now”

“You are an old man, don’t cry, you look pathetic. This is what you wished to be one day in my shoes. Well you are now, you should be happy.”

Luisa entered with some security and took my body away. 

“It has been a long journey, glad that we found something good Mr Donaldson” she told me. 

“It was hard to found him” (I move my hands into my pants and smiled) “He has a good package”

“Well Mr. Donaldson, you can go and enjoy your new body. On Monday we could talk how we will manage the transition with your team.”

“That would be great and Luisa”

“Yes, Mr. Donaldson”,

“From now on it is Mr. Ferguson”.

Happy New Year everyone! Looking forward to another year of fun and amazing stories with y’all! /Verus

“Please Trevor! I promise I won’t tell anyone! No one will ever know…” Steve cried as he was tied up and pulled out to the middle of the lake by his older brother. Of course, he knew it wasn’t actually his older brother, but the gay loner Trevor from school.

Steve had come home from football practice earlier today and walked in during the other boy’s process of pushing himself into his older brother. With a terrified face and tears streaming down his cheeks, Steve’s brother meekly called out Steve’s name before the last of Trevor slipped himself in and took full control. Watching his “brother” crack his neck, Steve barely had time to react before the body invader jumped on him and had him in a headlock. By the time he woke up, he found himself bound and dragged into a small row boat, and out in the middle of nowhere.

“Please… I’ll give you anything… just don’t kill me…” Steve pleaded for his life. As strong as he was from all the years of practicing sports, he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against his own brother’s muscular body.

“Anything…?” Trevor suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Steve. With a gleeful smirk on his face and amazing body on full display, Trevor crawled onboard the boat. Dripping wet and a boner rubbing onto Steve’s leg, their faces was just inches apart now. Trevor raised his arm up, so Steve immediately shut his eyes in fear for his life and braced himself for whatever would come…..

…

“G-Go out with me.” Trevor said as he awkwardly put his hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Huh?” was all Steve could mutter as he found himself dumbfounded by the sudden love confession.

As it turned out, all of this was done as a means for Trevor to ask Steve out. Sure, taking possession of Steve’s brother’s body and kidnapping him might be an… unusual way of doing it, but then again, the very anxious Trevor was always a little bit unusual. Thankfully for Trevor though, Steve actually found it kind of endearing and accepted his proposal. They soon became loving boyfriends and began a very exciting relationship. Especially when Trevor could possess anyone he wanted.

Let’s just say that Steve and his older brother began spending a lot more nights together in each other’s room after that - and they were definitely not sleeping.

My mother's new boyfriend turned out to be my abusive father in disguise. That physique turned out to be the much-talked about bodysuit, something he shouldn't be able to afford. But lo and behold, not only he can afford a bodysuit, it's a damn good looking bodysuit which certainly cost a fortune. I don't think I can raise a case because he supposedly broke and his assets are nowhere near the ability to even afford the basic bodysuit, besides, there's a law that already forbid anyone to expose someone to be a bodysuit user or not, unless that person checked by the police and it required a formal warrant too, so not the easiest way to prove that there's a case here.

I have my suspicion over her new boyfriend because his sweet behavior seemed to be so calculated from the get go. But to think that it's the same fucking man who squeezed out from his domestic violence charge in front of a panel of jury and almost successfully gaslit another judge to gave him the custodial right over me, it sent shivers all over my body.

But I don't think I can get out from this one that easily.....

"Maybe I can squeeze a random homeless punk or something inside of you, making you less of a snitch and a wuss," he said as he walked closer to grab me by my neck, and that's when the front door in the first floor opened

"I'm back, who's hungry?" said my mom loudly

He just put his finger in front of his lips and stared at me with that eyes of his. Then, he mouthed

Imagine the following scenario. You were extremely excited when you receive a message from your best friend. You could only feel a lot of excitement when you look at that photo. They were already in the elevator and soon they were going to arrive at your hotel room.  You don’t have a clue of how Ian was able to switch bodies with Hank…. It so surreal looking at him, looking so dashing in that black suit. However, you were more interested in Pat. You may deny it if someone asked it, but deep down you have always admired him. His confidence, his tattoos, his amazing body… all of that will be yours in just a moment. You only hope that the switch is a seamless painless process.

I sat there in the passenger seat as my Dad drove us back from the gym.

This was part of our normal routine, yet I found myself feeling really impatient.

“Dude, c'mon, get out of there already! This is getting weird,” I said to him.

“Son, what did I say about calling me dude or bro? You will address me as Sir or Dad,”

“Knock it off man! This is just weird! Get out of my Dad already!”

“And why should I? Just look at these cannons!”

I didn’t bother responding. I turned away from him. I already had that conversation enough times to know I wasn’t gonna get anywhere. It’s been pretty annoying living with my Dad lately.

Well, saying “my Dad” was a bit generous. He technically was my Dad, but also not really. It’s his body, yes, but it’s not him in control. It’s my best friend in there.

My friend and I were fucking around in my attic one weekend when we found some pretty weird shit up there. There was a bunch of stuff that I couldn’t even begin to describe. But the one thing that caught both of our attention was this half charred book we found. Most of the book’s writing was unreadable due to bad handwriting, though that didn’t stop us from trying to decode what it said.

We took the book back down to my living room where we kept trying to read it. I was getting pretty frustrated, but then my friend took a crack at reading it. He was able to discern the word “body” after reading it out loud.

What came after happened so fast that it took me a couple of days just to fully process it.

My friend was reading the rest of the passage out loud. He figured this was the best way to figure out what it said. He needed better lighting to read the lighter print, so he stood up and walked outside and I followed behind him. At that same time, my Dad was coming inside the house after getting back from work. The two ran into each other. Then, I witnessed that spectacular, mind boggling sight. There was a sudden flash of bright light, and I watched as my best friend merging with my Dad. It was like he literally stepped right inside of him!

I ran up to my Dad to help him, but he got weirded out when I called him Dad. That was when we realized that my best friend was now somehow inside my Dad’s body and in full control of him. We think the book had something to do with it, but unfortunately, we couldn’t find the book after that incident happened. It just sorta disappeared, never to be seen again.

I won’t lie, at first it was pretty cool having my Dad under our control. We fucked around and did stupid shit. But it got boring after a while. I told my friend we should figure out how to get him out of my Dad’s body, but he refused. He said he wants to keep living inside my Dad’s body!

Now it’s been nearly two weeks since my best friend took over my Dad. He’s completely settled into his new life, but I’m not for obvious reasons.

I turned back to face my Dad, ready to try again at convincing him to get out.

“Bro, what if- aw c'mon man!!”

“I can’t help it! Your dad has always had the biggest, hairiest set of tits I’ve ever seen! And now they’re all mine,” he shouted. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen him this excited. I wish I could’ve kept it that way.

I watched him as he kept caressing my Dad’s chest. This man really had no shame fondling with my Dad’s body right in front of me.

"Dude! It's just for one night, c'mon."

"No fucking way."

"It's tradition! You can't…"

"I said no fucking way." John's eyes narrowed.

He had just gotten back from his evening run when a few of his frat bros approached him. Jake, Chad, and Zack all looked annoyed, but John didn't care. This "tradition" was supposed to be sacred - chosen brothers opening themselves up to allow the benevolent ghosts of former frat brothers to inhabit their bodies briefly, adding extra spirit to the rager. It was supposed to be harmless fun.

"Listen guys," John began, trying to keep the frustration from his voice, "you know how I feel about all this supernatural stuff. My faith…"

"Ah, c'mon man!" Jake interjected, clapping John on the shoulder. "It's just a bit of fun. Loosen up!"

"Exactly," Chad chimed in. "Besides, you're one of the newest members. Got to pull your weight, yeah?"

John sighed heavily. He'd known there would be strings attached to joining this frat… This went against everything he believed in. And as John opened his mouth to protest further, he spotted Kev lumbering down the hallway towards them. Kev was the quintessential slob of a frat brother - unkempt hair, beer gut hanging over his waistband, a permanent sheen of sweat on his brow. He was in his final year but seemed to have no direction or ambition beyond the next keg stand.

"Yo, Kev!" Zack called out. "You ready for tonight, bro?"

"Fuck yeah, dude!" Kev slurred, taking another swig from his red solo cup, "Woah bros, like…" He looked closely at everyone, the slow gears in his brain turning, "this uh looks serious." He chuckled- deep and dumb.

John watched him with barely concealed disgust. Kev embodied everything he despised - laziness, gluttony, lack of self-control. Just looking at him made John feel unclean, like he needed another shower. He couldn't imagine ending up like that - directionless, gluttonous, throwing away his potential. That could never be him.

"John here doesn't want to participate in the ritual." Zack crossed his arms.

"What?" Kev blinked slowly, processing this new information. Then his face split into a wide, idiotic grin. "Aww, c'mon man! Don't be such a pussy!"

John recoiled slightly, wrinkling his nose in revulsion. "I'm not a pussy, I just…"

He trailed off, unsure how to explain his moral objections to someone like Kev without sounding judgmental. Not that Kev would understand anyway, being the walking embodiment of vice that he was. But John had standards- his faith, his commitment to his girlfriend, his goals…

"Aw, lighten up John!"

"Not like you have a choice." Jake added, "Unless you want out of the frat."

The threat hung heavy in the air. He couldn't risk getting kicked out, not when he'd worked so hard to get in. His jaw clenched as he weighed his options.

"…Fine." The word tasted bitter on his tongue. "I'll do it. But I don't like it."

Jake and Chad high-fived while Zack grinned triumphantly. "That's what we like to hear, bro!"

Kev let out a loud whoop and slapped John on the back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "Hell yeah! Now that's more like it!"

_________

The dank basement reeked of mildew and stale beer. Eerie symbols were scrawled haphazardly across the stone walls, glowing faintly in the dim candlelight. John stood nervously with the other chosen bros - Mark, Tyler, and Ethan. An oppressive atmosphere hung thick in the air.

"So like, what exactly happens now?" Mark asked, his voice quavering slightly.

Tyler shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Same shit as every year, right? We just like, let 'em in and then…"

His words trailed off as an icy draft swept through the room, snuffing out several candles. The temperature plummeted, raising goosebumps on John's skin beneath his thin t-shirt.

"This is insane," Ethan muttered, rubbing his arms.

And then they saw them. Shadows twisted and warped in the guttering candlelight. Translucent figures began materializing - grinning specters in outdated fraternity t-shirts and board shorts. The spirits of past bros. They hovered briefly before lunging at the huddled students. Gasps echoed through the basement. John watched in abject horror as the translucent forms of the ghosts enveloped his friends. Their bodies convulsed briefly before going slack. When they opened their eyes again, they glowed with an otherworldly light.

"Holy shit, this feels amazing!" Mark exclaimed, flexing his new muscles appreciatively.

"Damn straight!" Tyler grinned wolfishly, running his hands over his toned stomach. "I forgot how good it feels to have a hot bod again."

Ethan just groaned in bliss, palming himself through his jeans. "Fuck me, I'm already horny as hell. And this kid is definitely packing."

John recoiled as the possessed bros started groping and fondling each other gleefully, laughing and catcalling. This was so much worse than he'd imagined.

"What the fuck…" John stumbled backwards, right into a ghost he hadn't noticed before. A chill went through his whole form.

"Sup, bro!" the ghost guffawed, flashing a dopey grin, "Name's Big Mikey!" John recoiled instinctively, "What's wrong, bro?" John could make out more details of this spirit- the days-old stubble, the strong odor of stale beer and cigarette smoke emanating from him, the hairy beer gut, "You look like you've seen a ghost." He guffawed as his own stupid joke.

"No no no, not this fucker," John thought desperately under his breath. "Anyone but this loser."

Of all the former frat bros, was this really the guy who'd be wearing his skin for the night? John's thoughts raced as he imaged the damage Big Mikey would do. His thoughts were cut short as Big Mikey moved towards him.

"No, wait! Stop!" John cried out, trying to push Big Mikey away.

"Whoa there, lil' bro!" Big Mikey laughed, "Ain't no use fightin' it!" He pressed closer, his ample gut pressing against John's toned abs. "Gonna feel real good, trust me!"

"Like hell it will!" John snarled, but even as he resisted, he could feel an odd tingling sensation starting to spread through his body.

Big Mikey just chuckled darkly, "C'mon Johnny boy, lemme in!"

John screamed as he felt Big Mikey's essence begin to pour into him, filling him up from the inside out. It was like being stretched to his limits, his skin prickling and burning as it struggled to contain the invading spirit.

"Oh god oh fuck, it hurts!" John wailed, doubling over. His muscles seized and spasmed as they were forced to accommodate Big Mikey's bulk.

"Aw c'mon, ya big baby!" Big Mikey's voice boomed from within, "Ya gotta relax, bro!" John could feel the ghost's presence expanding inside him, pushing outward.

"No no no, I can't take it!" John sobbed, tears streaming down his face, "You're too big! You won't fit…"

John gasped as he felt his jeans tightening painfully around his thickening thighs and ass. The seams strained as his legs and torso grew heavier, softer. A layer of flab crept over his once defined abs, blossoming into a proper beer gut.

"Holy shit, that's what I'm talkin' about! We're makin' room!" Big Mikey sang gleefully from inside John's rapidly changing body. "This is fuckin' awesome!"

"No, please, stop!" John whimpered, but his pleas sounded distant even to his own ears. John shuddered as he felt his body ballooning outward, packing on pounds at an alarming rate. His arms swelled first, biceps and triceps ballooning into soft, jiggling mounds of fat-covered muscle. The sleeves of his tight shirt ripped apart as his forearms expanded.

"Fuuuuck…" John groaned as his pecs inflated like balloons, stretching his shirt to its limit before the fabric tore away completely. Tufts of coarse hair sprouted across his broad, sloping chest.

"Hell yeah, work those pecs!" Big Mikey's voice rumbled, sending vibrations through John's body. John could only moan weakly as his nips hardened into fat nubs.

His gut continued to grow, hanging over the waistband of his straining jeans. John couldn't believe what he was seeing... what he was feeling. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't... John's head throbbed as it too began to change shape. His chiseled jawline softened and rounded. A double chin emerged, wobbling with each labored breath.

"Guh… stop…" John slurred, his words garbled as his tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth.

Coarse, wiry hair erupted along his jawline and up onto his cheeks, quickly forming a patchy, unkempt beard. The facial hair matched the messy mop growing atop his head, both oily and disheveled.

"I can't… too much…" John whined pathetically, but even as he protested, he could feel his resistance crumbling. Big Mikey was taking the wheel.

And suddenly, John was a mere passenger in his own body, watching in shock as his limbs moved of their own accord. Big Mikey was in control now.

"Alrighty then, let's get this fuckin' party started!" Big Mikey bellowed, his voice now a deep, gravelly baritone. He stumbled into the main room of the frat house, drawing stares from the other bros.

"Holy shit, look at John!" Someone yelled, pointing and laughing. Indeed, the sight of the usually strait-laced John now sporting a beer gut, greasy beard, and a shit-eating grin was quite the spectacle.

Big Mikey made a beeline for the keg, grabbing a large red solo cup.

"Let's fuckin' go!" He chugged deeply, foam spilling down his newly furry chin. He burped loudly, slamming the empty cup down. "Fuck yeah, that's the stuff!" Turning to survey the room, his bleary eyes landed on Kev.

"Yo Kev, that you bro?!" Big Mikey slurred, staggering over and throwing an arm around the sloppy frat bro. "Guess you're no longer the only one who got the Big Mikey treatment, eh?" He guffawed at his own joke.

Kev blinked slowly, then broke into a dopey grin. "Fuck yeah!"

John wanted to be sick.

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The night blurred into a haze of debauchery as Big Mikey ran roughshod over John's senses and morals. Shot after shot was tossed back, each one stoking the fire in Big Mikey's belly. The acrid smoke of countless joints filled John's lungs, his head spinning delightfully.

But it was the blowjob that truly shocked John's fading awareness. Big Mikey dropped to his knees in front of a stunned frat bro, fumbling with his belt. "C'mon bro, let Big Mikey make you feel real good!" he slurred before engulfing the other man's cock in his sloppy mouth.

John wanted to scream, to tear himself free of this violating experience, but he was utterly powerless. And at that moment, the drugs, the alcohol, the sheer mental strain proved too much for both John and Big Mikey. Darkness closed in and as consciousness faded, he heard it- heard Big Mikey's voice echoing in his mind.

"Thanks for the ride, little bro. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!" He could feel Big Mikey leaving him, "Cuz I think you're gonna be carryin' on my legacy from now on, bro! Do me proud!"

And then... there was nothing.

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The next morning dawned grim and grey. The remnants of the wild Halloween bash littered the frat house - crushed cups, empty bottles, questionable stains on the carpets.

Jake rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he padded downstairs, concern etched on his face. "Hey guys, have you seen John? He's been MIA since the party ended and…" he trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

Chad leaned in, lowering his voice, "You think that possession shit did anything permanent? Like, to his brain?" He voiced the question all three had been silently fretting over.

Zack frowned, "Nah, it's always just temporary before, right?" Despite his reassuring tone, uncertainty crept into his eyes.

"I dunno man. Did you see him last night? I've never seen someone's body change from the possession." Chad paused, "Well, except Kev."

Jake and Zack shared a concerned glance. And when they pushed open the door to the common room, the trio stopped short, jaws dropping at the scene before them. Slumped on the couch, reeking of weed and sweat, hair disheveled, beer gut out, was… John?

Well, the man that used to be John, anyway. Gone was the chiseled physique, replaced by a firm gut and fat. A scraggly, unkempt beard covered his round face. But most shocking was the dopey grin splitting his flushed visage as he lifted a half-empty beer bottle to his lips, a smoldering blunt dangling forgotten from his fingers.

"John?"

"Brooooos. This shit's fuckin' legit." John slurred, patting his firm gut and looking up at the trio with glassy eyes, "So? Who else want's to get fuckin' lit?"

Sergio was about to go to sleep when an incubus named Seamus suddenly appeared in his bedroom.

"Hello, human..." Sergio screamed in shock at the incubus before him.

"You'll be a fine vessel for me to use..."

Hearing this, Sergio went and tried to punch him.

"Well, then. You want to do this the hard way then."

Before his fist was able to even touch his face, Seamus used his magic to throw Sergio into the wall, making Sergio to drop unconscious from the impact.

Then, Seamus used his magic to control Sergio, making him walk over to the incubus and stand still.

"You shouldn't have tried to punch me, human... now, you will pay dearly for your actions!" Seamus then used a foreign latin spell to envelop them both in a magic sack.

Inside the sack, Sergio suddenly woke up dizzy and instead of finding himself in bed thinking Seamus was just a nightmare, he found himself being enveloped by something slimy and Seamus is hugging him tight.

"Let go of me, freak!" Sergio screamed at Seamus, but the incubus just laughed.

"Oh, human... we'll do so well together! We can have as many hookups with guys as we want, except you'll probably be gone by the time I'm fully in control.."

Before Sergio can answer, suddenly Seamus kissed his chest and sucked his nipples as the sack closed in on them, with Seamus laughing maniacally as Sergio tried to resist all the pleasure he is feeling.

"P-Please... l-l-let me go... Y-you can't do this!" Sergio tried to plead as his cock is being sucked off by the demon.

"Nope, and your soul will be dead the moment I take over!"

The moment Sergio screamed in pleasure and cum shoots out of his cock, he can feel himself losing all his memories and the sack suddenly burst out in a bright light but instead of there being two people standing in the bedroom, there was only Sergio.

But instead of wearing his boxers, he was wearing leather gear.

"Finally... this body's MINE!" The incubus, now in full control, exclaimed as he conjured a mirror out of thin air to take a look at his new body.

Touching his new mustache and nipples, Seamus, now Sergio, says, "Thank you for the body...Mwahahaha! It seems that this body has accepted me as its owner. Don't you think it's perfect for me, human?"