Internal Affairs Division (IAD)
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Internal Affairs Division (IAD)
Summer vacation always meant fun, sand, sea, piña coladas, and sculpted bodies swaying. But it also included… its dangers, more specifically, body snatching.
Hundreds upon hundreds of reports of clandestine body swaps, along with some inexperienced individuals possessing bodies left and right, had the police department drowning in paperwork. Some cases were lighter than others, but all were a walking danger.
At that time of year, every corner of the city was plastered with ads, flyers, shop windows, and anything else that could "alert" the public.
But, well, what can you do in those situations? Tell the snatcher he can't take yours?
— Alright, listen up, I want everyone in their seats, let’s start the meeting – Captain Ross murmured gravely, gripping his tactical belt tightly as it sagged slightly under the weight of his holster. It still felt… unusual to feel his pants sagging. He’d been so used to having a beer belly that now, inhabiting the body of an athletic twenty-something, could break the monotony a bit, thanks to the police force improvement program, Project Gemini.
— I’d better have some good news – Officer Aaron muttered, rolling his eyes and slumping in his seat. On any other day, Ross would have practically slapped him for such insubordination, but he understood his men’s exhaustion; the piles of reports just kept coming in, like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The man inhaled, trying to stay calm as he grabbed a remote control and pressed it to start the presentation.
— The victim's name is Steve Anderson. He's currently in the body of a 50-year-old office worker with a gigantic belly. The guy's acting crazy, claiming he was leaving the gym when the robbery occurred via a handshake. We suspect the body used to commit the crime isn't the thief's original body either; it's possibly a swapper. The latest reports of "Steve's" location place us on beaches along the country's south coast. More than ten charges have been made to his credit card for hotel stays, flights, purchases at swimsuit shops, and even some adult stores.
— Looks like someone's been busy, huh? I'd make a run for it too, with the size of those things – one of the subordinates muttered, causing the others to burst into deep laughter. The captain tensed his fingers.
— Oh, come on, Tennyson, it's not like you weren't possessed a month ago and left dancing in a dive bar with the "sexy cop" starring.
Laughter erupted again as the presentation changed.
— The victims' names are unknown, but they all report waking up one day in different places, some more… comfortable than others, but they all share a similar modus operandi while being possessed, so it could be the same jumper; the same look, attitude, and poses.
The victims state they don't know when those photos were uploaded to their social media. Some were fired from their jobs for being absent, others are trying to initiate legal proceedings with their banks to argue "breach of trust", among other things.
— And… are we just supposed to look at these cases like we're flipping through a magazine? What are we supposed to do?
— In these cases, unfortunately, there's nothing more we can do than establish a perimeter, increase security at hotels and airports, and hope that something gives away the jumper or potential swapper. We have no leads, no details beyond the statements and evidence.
— ... Then nothing – The superior rolled his eyes and switched back to the presentation.
— In solved cases, which are the ones that concern them most instead of stuffing yourselves with donuts and playing around in patrol cars with your new bodies, apparently; we had a report of a guy in college whose brother stole his body to go on a beach trip with his boyfriend.
It seems he returned his brother's body safely, without a scratch, other than a little pain “back there” – the silence in the room was almost cold – Well, if you want action, here are our big fish.
The presentation abruptly changed to show three columns with photographs of each "wanted" person's actual body, some taken from social media, others even from while they were being processed (although the fact that they were still "active" meant that most likely they had managed to escape in the body of some muscular police officer, heading straight for freedom).
— First we have "Bread," we don't know his real name, his alias is all we have.
— Is his name... Bread? Literally like a loaf of bread?
— Yes, Tennyson. Now, if you stop opening your mouth to ask stupid questions, the rest of us can proceed with the meeting, if you don't mind. The bodies he's been occupying have mostly been Asian, muscular, all with nerdy vibes but pecs as big as melons. His possessions had been somewhat isolated, but they've reappeared all along the east coast. This is the vessel he's currently controlling.
He's moved away from the beach area and deeper into the wooded and hiking areas. We lost track of him three days ago. He possibly escaped in another vessel. Unfortunately for us, a group of Japanese exchange students was in the area. One of them "disappeared" with all his belongings, so it's easy to connect the dots.
The other officers in the crisis room began taking notes in their notebooks at Ross' command. The atmosphere had changed abruptly, like a sudden downpour on a sunny summer day.
— We have other reports of similarly Asian body snatchings in the area. We're not yet sure of the target, but we believe it could be another jumper nicknamed “Warhawk”. He's been on a streak of muscular guys with Asian features, almost crossing the country.
His modus operandi is to swap bodies through kisses, so we have a dozen nerds, athletes, Asians, family men, and office workers in the wrong bodies. He's literally leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. He's one of our top priorities.
The presentation changed once again, this time showing the image of a Canadian guy. At first glance, he didn't seem strange, like any other citizen of the country: friendly, middle-aged.
— Then we have “Jake”, another jumper, damn addicted to scent and with a very marked preference for bodies – he pointed to the photos of different guys with brown and tanned skin below him – Latinos.
He usually focuses his activities on countries like Mexico and further south in Latin America; however, his activity has begun to increase.
Recent reports even show activity in Italy, but locally, there are testimonies from men who don't remember how they got to the beaches, whose bodies ended up dumped in the middle of the street.
And some strange videos of others exploring themselves in the street, sniffing each other's armpits and testing the "merchandise".
— He's another one of our top priorities. Hopefully, we can trap him. We just need him to possess the wrong body so we can lock him up with a phase-control device. That will inhibit his powers, and we hope it can keep him in check for a while. That is, if he's still in the country; otherwise, it'll be someone else's problem.
— And what about… – one of the less experienced officers picked up one of the files from the table – Ryan… Thomas? – he murmured, raising an eyebrow slightly, as he slid the envelope back in.
— UK, he was an employee of CORPUS, Inc. until he stole an experimental device. He's also one of our top priorities.
— For stealing a… device? Wouldn't that be more of an internal company matter?
— They came to us to track him down, and no, it's not just any device. It's a portable skin suit creator. It works like an injection; you just have to administer a 10ml dose to the cervical area of the body, and automatically, the body will transform into a custom-made suit.
Basically, he's been traveling the world collecting suits. His suitcase must be full of borrowed skins. The danger lies in the fact that, so far, we don't know how to return the victims to their normal state.
We recovered a suit from a guy in California, but most likely he left it there by accident or on purpose. Following the trail he's leaving, he may have at least 15 identities under his control, of which we've only identified five. He's a walking chameleon.
The officer brought his hand to the space between his eyebrows, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself for a moment. The map was covered in notes, points, sightings – it was literally like watching twenty flanks at once. He inhaled again, trying to continue with the presentation. The worst part was yet to come.
— The highest priority case is… We have no record of the name, when his activity began, or even what it is. We only know that we captured one on a beach in Puerto Vallarta.
— What do you mean by “one”?
— It's a case of possession, committed by the same person. From the little information we've gathered, we know the criminal is 23 years old, male, Mexican. He most likely studies communications or something like that.
— Why is this case relevant? It's like the other isolated possessions and body swaps; this isn't important.
— Well, I have a surprise for you because this guy is like a walking hive mind. We don't know what he was exposed to; he only mentions being in a forest when he saw a shooting star approaching. The supposed star turned out to be a meteorite that crashed near where he was. He went to see it, and… the rest is history.
— I still don't understand why this-
— The guy can possess whoever he wants, okay?! And the problem is that he doesn't leave the body he previously occupied, but rather multiplies. His consciousness is moving between different bodies at the same time. We don't know how he does it, or what other locations he's in. The part we managed to capture refuses to speak. We're trying to do experiments based on hypnosis, but they're not yielding results.
— It's dangerous because he could do anything and be anyone. Nothing prevents him from possessing a member of the secret service, a senator, or even the president. Is it clear to you now why he's so damn dangerous? He's literally a walking swarm!
— Oh, I don't know, I didn't stop to ask him, Tennyson. I forgot to sit down and play tea with him and tell him if his intentions were good or bad so he could go home. What do you think?! I want finding him to be your top priority. I want the entire cybersecurity department examining every story and every post that feels abnormal. I want the security of senior staff improved with verbal identification codes. Whatever it is, he's a mole who could appear at any moment.
— And is he… being watched? I mean, all the time?
— David's in charge. He's trying to get him to talk. He's watching the cell.
Silence settled back into the room, tense as the buzz of a fly would have broken the almost sepulchral atmosphere.
— Sir… Um… David's not here.
— What do you mean he's not here? His only job was to take care of that! Where is he?!
— Um… He… He booked his vacation, his wife says he hasn't been home for four nights.
Captain Ross started to turn pale.
— Quick, I want every agent at the airport, I want cameras, track him, he can't get away!
— Um… Are you sure this is a good idea? – “David” muttered as he settled into his airplane seat, wearing only a long-sleeved compression shirt, tiny red shorts, and long socks. He felt so damn uncomfortable, like a giant trying to fit his enormous buttocks into a tiny chair. His anxious gaze wandered between the window, the aisle, and the flight attendants.
— Yeah, nobody suspects anything yet. By the time they find out, you'll be three countries away – a voice in his mind replied in a deep but cheerful tone. He could feel the water lapping at his feet, although, well, that was impossible because he was on a plane.
— Relax, don't you trust yourself?
The connection with his other “self” was happening almost thousands of miles away, while that clone enjoyed his fifth piña colada of the day, his feet submerged in the pool with the sea in front of him. Without a doubt, of all his mental copies, he had hit the jackpot. Not only had he ended up in the sculpted body of a tourist, but he was also rich! He could squander his newfound money on as many drinks, meals, and hotel stays as he wanted.
Who was going to suspect a thing?
And best of all, he didn't have to worry about gaining weight. That guy's metabolism was like a chimney; it didn't matter how much fat and sugar got in the way, it all burned off perfectly, without ruining those perfect abs or those plump pecs. Damn, how he loved them.
— Yeah, but it doesn't help much that I'm inside a cop's body, fuck. I literally have his life savings in the bank account, how am I not going to raise suspicions? – he muttered under his breath, occasionally lifting his cell phone to pretend he was on a call.
— Pfft, relax. You just have to cover your tracks. Aren’t you excited about your new life? You’ll literally never be alone again! Hahaha, we’ll figure things out later. Just… try not to possess anyone else, it would be very awkward if this place were filled with more than eight voices at once.
— Why are you the leader?
— Because I’m the first, I guess. So, relax, big guy. Don’t you see the others are stressed, do you?
The new officer, David, snorted, turning his gaze to the window to stay calm, adjusting his new, muscular body, closing his eyes, and inhaling. At least he had a good body…
Scattered around the world were his other five versions, each in a different body. How had that happened? He hadn't the faintest idea. His body had literally turned into stardust. He tried to ask for help, and that's where he found him: muscular, with almost model-like black hair, perfect teeth, broad back, defined shoulders, and wide, damn fat pecs.
And from there… The rest began to unfold. How? He still had no clue.
He'd just had to pretend a little and change the story to cover his tracks. Obviously, none of it had happened in a forest; he'd been at the beach, trying to collect seashells at night, and bam!
Now… he just had to relax, enjoy those sculpted bodies he now inhabited. It was a little stressful never having silence in his mind, but it was worth it… What would it be like if two of his versions crossed paths and interacted? Damn, even his mind was filled with so many possibilities… Well, there's only one way to prove it.
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This is the last story for the Possessed Summer 2026. I hope you've enjoyed all the stories I've published for you; it's truly wonderful to read all your comments, interactions, and everything else. Thank you so much for all your support!
There are a few appearances from readers, friends, and others who had requested to be part of CORPUS, Inc. stories. However, it was a bit… complicated due to scheduling conflicts, other stories, and I had to optimize the space as best I could.
Even so, I hope you enjoyed the appearances. To those I couldn't include in this story, I'm very sorry, but I'll try to bring you new stories and situations soon.
This story ended up being somewhat… confusing to write. I started with one idea and ended up with a VERY different one, haha, but I think I liked the result and I even think it has the potential to become something more. But what do you think?
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