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Orion stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror of the grocery store’s employee bathroom, splashing cold water on his face for the third time that shift. At 22, fresh out of college with a degree in political science that felt as useless as the acne still dotting his cheeks and jawline, life had become a grinding loop of disappointment. Woodbury, New York, hadn’t changed much since high school, same sleepy Hudson Valley town, same dead-end jobs. He’d bombed his law school applications, the rejection emails hitting like punches to his soft, untoned stomach. Now he stocked shelves at Price Chopper, wearing a stained blue polo that clung awkwardly to his pudgy midsection, dreaming of something, anything, better.

He wiped his hands on his pants and headed back out to the floor, pushing a cart of restocked energy drinks. That’s when the automatic doors slid open and he walked in.

David.

Even after four years, Orion recognized him instantly. The guy was two years older, a former high school football star who’d been the untouchable golden boy, tall, broad-shouldered, with a chiseled jaw and effortless charisma that made everyone turn their heads. Back then, Orion had harbored a secret, aching crush, stealing glances in the hallways while David dominated the field and the parties. Now? David looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine. He was bigger, more muscular, his frame filling out a tailored blue suit that hugged powerful arms and a wide chest. His dark hair was styled perfectly, his skin clear and glowing with health. He moved with the confident stride of a man who had everything figured out, probably some finance bro or entrepreneur now, judging by the expensive watch glinting on his wrist.

Orion froze behind a display of chips, heart pounding. David grabbed a basket and started browsing the organic section, oblivious. God, he’s even hotter. Orion’s mind raced with old fantasies mixed with fresh envy. That body. That life. What I wouldn’t give…

As David paid at the self-checkout and left, Orion’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was the app he’d downloaded a few nights ago on a whim from some sketchy dark web forum, “Mindforge.” Supposedly experimental software for “reality tweaks.” Reviews were wild: mind alteration, suggestion implantation, even full consciousness transfers. Most called it a hoax or malware, but the trial version had installed cleanly, and a few anonymous posts claimed it actually worked if you had the “activation phrase.”

Orion clocked out at the end of his shift, drove home to his tiny apartment, and sat on his unmade bed, staring at the app icon. The image from earlier that day, his sad selfie in the car and the shirtless mirror pic from last week, mocked him from his camera roll. Acne scars. Love handles. A future of mediocrity.

“Fuck it,” he muttered. He opened the app, entered the passphrase from the forum, and it unlocked a sleek black interface. Targets could be selected by photo, proximity, or name. He pulled up David’s old high school yearbook photo (still saved in his hidden folder) and cross-referenced it with a quick social media search. The app pinged: Subject located within 8 miles. David R. Harlan, 24.

Orion’s fingers trembled as he typed his desires into the command field, the app’s AI parsing them with eerie fluency:

Make David obsessed with me. Deep, irresistible attraction and fixation on Orion Vale.

Implant strong desire to swap bodies with me. Make him believe it’s his own idea, that my life is secretly superior and my body is what he craves.

Initiate full body and mind swap upon his verbal consent. Retain my full awareness and control in the new body; transfer his skills, memories, and confidence to me.

Ensure the swap feels euphoric and natural for both.

He hit “Execute.” A progress bar filled slowly. Connection established. Mental influence seeding… 47%… 82%… Complete.

Orion’s phone lit up with a new notification: Target en route. Influence active.

David sat in his sleek black SUV outside a coffee shop a few miles away, suddenly feeling… off. His successful day, closing another seven-figure deal, felt hollow. Why was he thinking about that scrawny kid from high school? Orion. The quiet one with the messy hair and those intense eyes. David shifted in his seat, a strange heat building in his chest. He’s cute, actually. No, more than that. I need to see him again. The thought looped, growing stronger, twisting into obsession. His life… simpler. Real. And that body… soft, unassuming. I could lose myself in it. His cock twitched unexpectedly at the image. He needed to find Orion. Needed to talk to him. Needed… more.

By evening, David was parked outside Orion’s apartment building, guided by the app’s subtle geolocation nudge. He knocked on the door, heart racing like a teenager.

Orion opened it, trying to play it cool despite his pounding pulse. David looked even more imposing up close, the suit jacket unbuttoned to reveal the crisp white shirt straining over his pecs.

“Orion? Hey… this is gonna sound crazy, but I saw you at the store today and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” David’s voice was deep, a little unsteady. His eyes roamed over Orion’s face, then lower, with blatant hunger. “We didn’t talk much in school, but… fuck, man. I feel like I’ve been missing something my whole life. Your vibe. Your body. It’s like I need it.”

Orion swallowed, the app’s influence working perfectly. “What do you mean?”

David stepped inside uninvited, closing the door. He was breathing heavier now, cheeks flushed. The successful jock looked vulnerable, desperate. “I have this insane urge. To… trade places with you. Swap everything. You get my body, my money, my career. I get yours. It sounds psychotic, but it feels right. Like I’d be happier in your skin. Softer. Yours. Please, tell me you feel it too.”

The air crackled. Orion’s heart soared with dark triumph. He pulled out his phone, showing the app’s confirmation screen. “I do. And I know how to make it happen.”

David’s eyes widened with lust and relief. “Do it. Swap with me. I want you inside me, fuck, I want your life. Make me yours.”

Orion spoke the activation words from the app. A wave of electric warmth surged between them. David gasped, his muscular body shuddering as consciousness began to fracture and reform. Orion felt it too, the pull, the rush of power flooding in. The swap hit like lightning.

When the vertigo faded, Orion blinked, staring down at massive, veiny hands. He flexed them, feeling biceps the size of grapefruits bunch and swell. He looked in the mirror, his new mirror, and saw David’s perfect face staring back: sharp jaw, clear skin, piercing eyes. Broad shoulders strained against the blue suit. He ran a hand over the rock-hard eight-pack under the shirt, then lower, groping the heavy bulge in his slacks with a groan. “Holy shit…”

On the floor, the old Orion body, now occupied by David’s mind, looked up with pure blissed-out adoration. “Master… I mean… fuck, this feels amazing. Your old body is so sensitive. So mine now.” The new, softer David crawled forward on his knees, already obsessed, hands reaching for the godlike form that used to be his. “Use me. Keep me. I don’t want my old life back. I just want to worship this… worship you.”

Orion, now in David’s superior body, smirked, the confidence of his new memories and physique surging through him. Law school? Business empire? It was all his now. And he had an eager, body-swapped jock slave desperate to please him in every way.

Let's just say, Dennis really smelled good this time wearing Eau de Connor's while I enjoyed making this homophobic asshat savored the taste of his own bestfriend's salty pits and cigarette-infused saliva as I kissed Connor on the lips wishing. Our younger brothers and their friends cooed at us as we kissed and we just smiled back at them wishing that this won't be a one-time event. Well, if these bullies remained being stubborn and acted like kings of the park, this is indeed something that might happen regularly

All things considered, Enrique came out well balanced.

That’s no thanks to his father, a single father and businessman turned town mayor, Hank rarely had time to truly raise his son.

Enrique didn’t need his fathers attention anymore, at 26 he was a grown man in his own right but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to eternally carry around his daddy abandonment issues.

He had to be the parent to himself growing up and he learned all the valuable lessons of being an adult the hard way, on his own. His father was an avid weight lifter and Hank used that to his advantage to swoon voters. It’s a quality Enrique despised and for years kept him away from the gym himself. College changed all that and also finally brought him independence from his father. He found his genetics were perfect for the gym once he got started but he vowed to never be as hallow as his dad. But genetics are funny like that, even though some people resent their family, they end up becoming shades of them.

Hank may have been absent as parent in Enrique’s life, but he wasn’t absent as an authoritarian. All his childhood through high school, Enrique wasn’t allowed to date because anything could become a scandal in election season. Much like the gym, Enrique lived fast and hard in college. With new muscle came new looks, men, women, so many couldn’t unsee his conventionally attractive attributes.

One year into college, Enrique found his person…or so he thought.

Luis was Enrique’s world throughout undergrad. The pair were actually quite compatible and being together felt easy…until the world got hard. Graduation came and went but so did the real world. Like a ton of bricks the two had to manage finding jobs. Luis had a slightly easier chance finding work as a nurse aiming to being a practitioner, but a language arts degree isn’t particularly looked highly upon in the west. Enrique’s double major in Art and English loaned itself perfectly to a career as a teacher, but he didn’t want to teach. The unemployment period waned hard on the young couple. And that’s where we meet them now. Luis is determined to end things since Enrique can’t find his “thing” and he needed a partner eagerly pursuing a real career. Enrique knew all of this in the back of his mind but didn’t know what to do, a true indicator of the lessons his father never taught him.

Hank rode Enrique hard from a distance. Having other people relay how he was doing to him so that he could come down on him hard with tough love. But realistically the two men were strangers in each others lives.

The two were at their scheduled bi-weekly lunch. Saving face for the community of course, when almost like word vomit Enrique laid out all his life’s woes to his father in an attempt to build a bridge to the man. Hank rarely faced trials as a parent and his handling of this only showed that.

“I don’t know why you don’t just give Luis what he wants? You’re 26 years old for Christ’s sake. At some point you have to grow up and be a man.” the patriarch sternly stated at the fine dining restaurant.

His son wanted to erupt but a life of conditioning not to lash out in public led him to hold back….until the ride back to Enrique’s place. For appearances, Hank always made sure they took a car service together so they looked perfect to the community. Inside that car, Enrique aptly reacted after the humiliation ritual at the restaurant.

“I don’t know what your problem is but you’re not much of a parent, let alone someone I care about enough to sit there and be spoken to that way. I know there’s things I could do better but I’m doing the best I can. Maybe if you had been there for me as much as you pretend to be for your constituents I’d be living the perfect life you always envisioned for me. Sorry for not being the perfect alpha male son you dreamed of you hunk of meat.” the two men stared eye to eye locked in a sulking war of glares.

A tense air remained as they sat in silence. Right as their ride reached its end, Hank chimed in finally but only barely under his breath.

“I wish you just understood that I’m trying to help.”

“Yeah, well I wish you helped me when I actually needed you.”

The car stopped and Enrique left to return to his home. Both men felt tired and decided to take a nap when they reached their respective beds but they woke to find their wishes didn’t fall on deaf ears.

Luis barged into the bedroom and began pacing. Hank was awakened by the door slamming against the wall as he tried to focus his new younger eyesight and connect the dots of what was happening

“Alright, this is it. I’m done going through the motions, we need to end this Enrique.”

Hank may have seemed like a hunk of meat to his son, but it took brains to know how to work out, become desirable, and levy all that to get votes. He began deducing what was happening around him and then looked down to confirm it all. He was wearing what his son was at their lunch, somehow the two had swapped. Could it be the wish? The man slowly put the pieces together.

“Luis. You’re right.” the new Enrique tried to clear his throat as he tried to get used to the friendlier and softer voice coming out.

“I want to be the man you deserve. Let’s go out tonight, tonight’s the night I end this childish behavior and show up for you like a real man.”

“Woah. Maybe I should’ve been more vocal from the jump. If I knew this was all—“

Before Luis could finish, the new Enrique jumped to his more agile feet and over to his new boyfriend. Approaching him with a swagger he was familiar with in his original body but foreign to in this one.

The lankier man was taken aback by the sudden change in his long time boyfriend. Hank pulled him in for a kiss. He may not be gay in his original body but he hoped he remembered enough moves to swoon Luis all over again for his son.

Luis was swept off his feet and focused his primal energy into pushing his boyfriend back onto the nearby bed. Hank, like most men, was weak when it came to lust. He let Luis take the lead because he felt like any wrong move he did would lead to suspicion. But Hank underestimated Luis, who expertly yanked down his shorts and primed himself to bounce. The next few seconds were a blur for Hank until they became what felt like an eternal dance in bed. The new young hormones led Hank to first take a step back as Luis rode him expertly. Hank locked back in and took charge like the stallion he envisioned his son to be. Moana escaped each others mouths as they alternated positions for the next 47 minutes. Enrique may have been a late gymbro bloomer but that stamina was all inherited from Hank. Luis completed the dance with one more surprise, tightening to veer “Enrique” over the edge and that it did. Consummating their bond, the two laid in bed holding each other still tethered. They laughed and thought about going again, but Hank wanted to capture this moment first.

He was gonna save his son after all.

But meanwhile across town, the real Enrique was also rudely awakened by a loud presence. Hank’s chief of staff barged into the family home looking for “Hank”.

“Sir wake up! The reporter is going to be here any minute! Okay here’s some gear to wear. Remember we’re going for personable. You’re just a regular guy working out like any other resident. You’re staying fit so you can work out the voters issues.”

The tiny man spoke a mile a minute as Enrique tried to piece everything happening together. As he stayed dumbfounded, the chief of staff brutishly yanked the man to get out of bed and into the nearby en suite. Enrique was shocked to find his father in the mirrors reflection.

He quickly shut the door and locked it to keep the chief of staff out. The 26-year-old turned 48-year-old liked and prodded at the muscles he had seen his whole life. They were so taut and almost yearning to be flexed. He caught himself flexing and posing in awe in the mirror. He slowly replaced the existing outfit with the active wear his staff provided him. His younger hormones were gone so there was no primal urge to check what was happening down below. So he quickly got dressed and headed to the home gym to meet the reporter.

The new “Hank” did what he was conditioned to do. Regurgitate buzzwords he was told or overheard to leave a good impression. But Enrique was consistently surprised at the weights he could easily use all interview long. He was strong normally, sure, but this was another level.

He waved off his staff and the reporter after he was drenched in sweat. He closed the garage door and almost as if by muscle memory he lifted an arm and took a massive wiff of his own musk. That was all it took to finally wake up the hormones. The work out combined with the erotic swap, pushed Enrique to briskly jog to his father’s bed room. A full body mirror in the closet begged to be used. “Hank” ripped off the tee and shorts to find himself in briefs and only that. He quickly dropped it with a swagger that was foreign to him. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw his father’s birthday suit. It was heavy, well truly everything, everywhere was heavy….visibly. He used his freshly calloused hands and began pumping. He felt so tense as he huffed in and out from the workout.

The new Hank locked eyes with his reflection before eyeing every part of his new form up. Those biceps were truly a gift to see flex as he took care of himself. And what a gift the experience was. He knew he had stamina but the man that made him was something else. He lost track of time and watched the house darken as night fell. He bucked his hips as a moment of clarity washed over him. Maybe just maybe Hank didn’t have the worst of intentions. But then again, he made his life hell, so now was his chance to raise hell for Hank.

A collaboration with @vincentintheflesh -- He did amazing work with the photos for this piece!

"C'mon, Toby. You really aren't coming out to the bars with us?"  Matt was trying to guilt trip me for not going out on a Tuesday, and I was really starting to get sick of his shit.  Sharing an apartment with another gay guy had seemed like a really good idea at the start of the semester, but we weren't even halfway through the year and I was already regretting it.  It was fun to hang out with a party animal like Matt, but dealing with his antics 24/7 was exhausting.

"Look, I have, like... three different projects due by Friday, and if I want to keep my gym schedule I can't waste time partying or recovering from the hangover.  Maybe this weekend I can... the hell are you doing?"  Matt was patting my shoulder like he was showing me sympathy.

"You poor thing," he said, staring directly at my chest.  "He spends all that time at the gym pumping you up, and then he never does anything to show you off!  Who buys a sports car and keeps it stashed in a garage?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.  "You're seriously having a conversation with my body.  Stop being weird and... wait, what the fuck is happening?"  I couldn't feel my body anymore. My hands lifted themselves up to my ears, only I wasn't the one controlling my hands.  All I could do was watch as my hands planted themselves firmly onto the sides of my head, and pulled.  My head had somehow completely detached from my body!  "Matt, what the fuck did you do!?"

He just grinned at my body. "Hell yeah!  Let's ditch Toby, and I'll take you out for a great time."  My body tossed me-- my head-- onto the couch, where I landed sideways onto the cushions.  All I could do was watch in horror as Matt lifted off his own head off of his slender, tattooed body and placed it on my neck.  "Thanks for the ride, Toby! Why you don't take more advantage of this body, I'll never know."  He started groping my chest as he moaned softly to himself, and I could see my body's growing erection strain against the fabric of my shorts.

"I mean, I gotta check out what I'm packing prior to using it tonight, right?"  I tried to protest, but I was helpless to stop him from fondling my manhood.  "Damn, Toby, this is gotta be at least seven inches!" he said, stroking my own cock in front of me.  "I can't wait to pick up some twink at the bars tonight so I can test this bad boy out! I'm gonna hit up your closet and borrow one of your nice silk shirts.  Don't wait up!"

Unbelievable.  The thought of that asshole taking my body out for a joyride and getting my dick wet had me seeing red, but what could I do about it?  I was just a fucking head.  He didn't even have the decency to tilt me upright before he left.  Although... Matt did leave his body behind...  If Matt could talk to my body like it was a separate thing, maybe the reverse was also true? 

"Hey, buddy," I said, trying to get the attention of his body.  "What say we help each other out?  How about you put me on you neck and-- hey, don't walk away, asshat!"  God, even Matt's body was insufferable.  "C'mon, man, I can... what if I let you use my mouth?"  It felt gross, like I was trying to negotiate with a drunken asshole, but at least his body had turned around. I would do anything to avoid being stuck as just a head on the couch all night.  "Yeah, man. Use my mouth.  You want me to suck your nips?  Maybe give you a blowjob?  I'll even make sure to throw in a good wank session later tonight.  Just don't leave me on the couch!"

Matt's body dropped his pants to the ground and started thrusting his junk into my face.  I wanted to be mad, but I realized that he couldn't actually see what he was doing. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and eventually his body figured out where to position me so that I could give him the best blowjob. Without my shoulders getting in the way, he was able to position me a lot closer to the base of his cock. I didn't have much of a gag reflex as a detached head, which was good because I don't think Matt's body would have stopped. At least he wiped my chin off on his sweatpants after he came.

"Okay, you had some fun, so now can you-- oh thank God!" Matt's body lowered me down onto his neck, and suddenly I had control over his entire body. Honestly, my first reaction was just relief that I had arms again, but the longer I stood there, the weirder it got. Looking down and seeing Matt's tattoo sleeves was trippy as shit, and his body barely had any muscle definition. Credit where credit was due, his skin was much softer than mine. The man was lanky as hell, but I couldn't deny that he took care of himself in his own way.

I looked at my temporary body in the living room mirror, testing the firmness of my new ass with a few squeezes. I had a sudden impulse to try and protect what remained of Matt's modesty, but fuck that. For one, I'd already had his dick in my mouth thanks to how horny his body had been. But mostly it came down the fact that Matt clearly had no qualms about getting my body naked as soon as he could, so I might as well repay the favor. I pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants to see an average five inches of uncut cock. Perfectly serviceable, but it explained why he was so enamored with mine.

Was Matt's body going to get bored with me and pull off my head the same way my own body had? I didn't want to risk it. I decided to talk out loud as I looked at my new body in the mirror. "Don't worry, you tattooed fuck, we'll definitely spend some time messing around. I can't exactly wear someone else's body and not test it out! Especially when I know that fucker's doing the same to mine. I bet he-- oh, fuck!" My fingers brushed over my nipples and I could feel that shiver travel down through the root of my cock. "Is it ready for round two already?" I gave my stiffening cock a few tugs. God damn that felt good!

Was his body that much more sensitive than mine, or were the new sensations just more intense for me? I brushed the head of my new cock and damn near collapsed to the floor when my knees buckled. "I don't care why it feels good, it's enough that it does!" I started stroking it with one hand while my other hand pinched my nipples. Did I know where Matt kept his lube? Honestly, his dick was leaking enough precum that I didn't need it. 

Normally I would have found the thought of jacking off in front of a mirror to be a total boner kill, but seeing my head on Matt's slender body was actually kind of hot. I started picking up speed, jerking it faster and harder until suddenly my hand shot off and slammed into the mirror.  "Ow, fuck," I yelled, cursing Matt's boney wrists.  "How the hell did I lose grip on his... oh."  I hadn't lost my grip-- his cock had completely detached from his body.  I couldn't help but laugh as I considered all of the possibilities.  Obviously I was going to be giving myself a blowjob, but I had a few other ideas in mind.

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"Hey Toby, sorry for leaving your head on the couch all night," Matt said, finally coming up at 8:50 in the morning. He hadn't even bothered to get fully dressed after spending the night doing God knows what in my body. I assumed he left my good shirt in the car-- If he lost it to some random guy's apartment, I was going to be so pissed. If I was starting to feel a bit guilty about my plan, this just confirmed my resolve to go through with it.

I didn't want Matt to get suspicious, so I had his body put me back on the couch after I'd had my fun last night.  "You missed a good time last night," he said, rubbing his hands across my abs. "I met this absolute power bottom of a twink, and we... well, you and I both know exactly what the two of us did all night. I made sure to use a condom, don't worry.  Anyway, it's time to switch back."  He grabbed the top of his head firmly by the hair and yanked hard, pulling it off of my neck. Seeing him walk across the room like a headless horseman was unsettling, to say the least.

"I'm surprised you're giving my body back to me so soon," I said, glaring at him as he passed his head over to his body's outstretched hands.  Once his head was back in place, he reached down to deal with me.  I wanted so badly to slap the smug grin off his face, but I just needed to be patient.

He laughed at me, giving my nose a few honks before giving me my body back.  "Sadly, I think people would notice if my shoulders were suddenly twice the size as my old ones.  Besides, I know exactly how much time you spend in the gym to have a body this nice.  Nuts to that-- I'll just let you do the work for me!" I couldn't help but growl at that comment, and he responded by flicking my ear. "Easy, now. You can yell at me later-- I don't want to be late for class."

Once my head was back in place, I couldn't help but grab my pecs with both hands. I had missed this.  Feeling the massive slabs of meat under my fingers was so comforting.  I gave my pits a few quick sniffs.  I probably needed a shower after everything Matt had done in my body, but a quick spritz of cologne would have to do.  He was right-- we didn't have much time before class.

I looked over at him to see if he had noticed my revenge yet.  Based on the way he was palming his crotch, I think he had.  "Toby, where the fuck is my cock!?"  I had hidden his manhood in my sock drawer, not that I was gonna be telling him that anytime soon.  The fucker owed me.  Twelve hours of being dickless seemed like a good start.

Title: An Interesting Tidbit on a Mystic Forum

For those of us who enjoy stealing other people's identities—whether through possession, body swapping, or other means—most usually prefer doing it out of sight. But let me tell you, that’s not always the case. If you're skilled enough, you can pull it off right in the middle of a crowd

Take my own case, for instance. Naturally, my method of choice is possession. And to keep things interesting—and not make it too easy—I don't turn myself into a ghost or a slime to possess someone. Instead, I use a method that involves physical touch, merging, and then taking over

The setup was simple: first, you need a target. Today, my eyes were set on a young police officer who was busy directing traffic and helping out the public...

Jordan had been working as a model for several years. It started as something casual but soon his beautiful Latin body became famous and brands raffed it off. He quickly gained fame and fortune, and it may have gone to his head a little. After years of care and training he had gone from the sweet boy he once was to a fucking hot play boy.

However, Jordan was no fool. He knew perfectly well what was happening and at that moment he didn't care. But now years later he had realized that he lost many things along the way.

He moved away from his family, and his childhood friends, and as for love, well, since his body and attitude were so superficial, the girls he hung out with were too. They were with him for his body and his money. But as the years went by and Jordan was looking for something deeper than just sex, which was not difficult to get because he was very well "hung."

Jordan realized that he had become so abstracted from the real world that he had lost his ability to relate to the world outside of the show. That wasn't a problem until he met her. It was unintentionally, a simple act of fate, but in one of his photo sessions, Jordan had bumped into her, who worked in the photography studio, in the image editing studio. It was a resounding crush of love.

She was about his age, but she didn't look like any girl he'd ever been with. She was dressed very neatly but you couldn't say that she was a sexy woman, by usual standards. But for Jordan she was a world.

Months passed and although Jordan tried to get to her on several occasions he was always rejected. Last time she had told him that she could never be with someone with so much money and so little brain.

Jordan wasn't stupid, he never was. It's just that he had spent so much time in fame that he no longer knew how to act in any other way, in a more humble way. However Jordan found a solution to that. Ed.

Ed was one of his "admirers", not to mention stalker. Jordan knew he wasn't dangerous, but sometimes it was annoying to have someone like that chasing him around like a paparachi. However from what he could see, Ed had no problem interacting with people. He was friendly and respectful, just as you would expect from someone who didn't have an image like Jordan's. Ed almost fainted when Jordan knocked on his door one night.

After trying to calm him down, Jordan offered Ed an impossible deal. Jordan needed Ed to posses him. That is, he needed Ed to take care of Jordan's body.

Ed couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sexual fantasy was in his house, telling him that he would give him his body.

It took Jordan a while to explain the situation to Ed. He wasn't going to give her his body, he was going to share it. So Jordan, or rather, Ed, could gradually establish a relationship with her crush, and Ed could live the life of his dreams. Ed accepted without hesitation.

The process, far from being "magical", was painful, especially for Jordan. The body tends to reject an invading soul, and not resisting is very complicated. But in the end Es was in, and with Jordan too tired it allowed him to explore that new body well.

The next morning Jordan let his new "partner" drive. Ed tried various poses and juice in the shower only to head to his new closet. He was very clear that he wanted leather. It was his great fetish, and with that body it would look incredible. After a dance and some sexy tight pants, "Jordan" was ready to conquer the heart of his beloved, and maybe his body too.

After a while I get bored of being locked in my room so I'd better go to watch the game closer, I go down the stairs and when I leave the house I see my cousin running towards me, we both collide, but as the garden is a bit far no one comes to see what happened. I see everything blurry, I'm still recovering from the hit.

"Hey are you ok?"

I ask Daniel as I rub my head, I feel something hard on top of it, maybe a cap, it's weird I wasn't wearing one, when I finally get a good look at my surroundings I see myself passed out.

"What the fuck?!!! That's me…"

I hear my cousin's voice come out of my mouth, I realize the situation and see my new perspective, I have on the sports clothes my cousin was wearing, his shorts and his size 11 shoes, I look through his pants pockets and find his cell phone, in the reflection of the screen I see my cousin's face. That surprises me too much how is this possible, but a warm sensation runs through Daniel's body, he was playing recently, I feel his sweaty body under his clothes, and that makes his body warmer, I'm in my cousin's body, my mind feels cloudy.

I can't take it anymore and lift up my cousin's shirt I see his toned body, I run my new hands over his chest and feel the heat he emits, and the sweat from his body I feel it on my hands.

"Daniel really is in shape, he has a hot fucking body."

Daniel's heat is concentrated in one spot, inside his shoes, he has been sweating a lot, my mind imagines the sweaty socks inside Daniel's size 11 shoes, but now I can't just imagine them, I can make my cousin show them to me, I pull off a sneaker leaving a heady smell in the air, I pull the sweaty sock off my cousin's huge feet and bring it to his nose, they smell too good, I feel the sweat from his feet on my nose, and it makes me horny, I see Daniel's bare foot and it makes me get hard, my fun was about to begin when I hear noise, I quickly get up, leaving my unconscious body on the floor and go upstairs to the privacy of my room, being locked in my room was never this much fun.

I harvested Larry from the gym locker room. I saw his compact Asian body doing his full gym routine, and knew I had to try it out.

I injected him and put him on right on the locker room floor. I locked the door so that I wouldn’t be interrupted. I kind of wish he fought back more, but he was easily overpowered

His hairless body is a departure from my normal preference, but I feel no less sexy and strong. I take him back out to the gym floor to practice his routine that I studied a few moments ago.

-H-Hey! Do you think you can give me my body back now? You already had a lot of fun- he lifted one of his huge and hairy feet and then kicked my back, I almost fell to the ground but I had a bit of my pride left and I didn't want to show weakness to this bastard, I had realized that it I was excited and if I did not want my ass to be violated again by the huge snake that he has between his legs, it would be better if he did not show how difficult it is to keep on all fours like a dog -Shut up, fagot, the movie is about to start-

This is so fucking humiliating! I can't believe my creepy neighbor stole my body and made me do this shit, I always knew he was a stalker and a weirdo. I even saw him a couple of nights going through my garbage, taking pictures of me through the window and I think he had also been stealing my dirty clothes from the laundress, I have no proof of that but with this shit that he did I would not doubt it.

The last time I found him checking my garbage in the middle of the night was the last straw, now that I think about it better I should have called the police at that moment, but I was too arrogant I did not believe that that tired old man and that he was staying bald could with me.

I always had a need to wear the least amount of clothes possible after all all these years in the gym cost me a lot of sweat and blood so I felt I had every right to be able to show off my great masculinity to everyone for as long as possible, so I took off my shirt to intimidate him, I left my house to confront the creepy old man.

<-Hey! What the fuck are you doing Are you in love with me or some shit like that? STOP FOLLOWING ME SISSY OR I'LL PUT MY FIST IN... -

I don't know exactly what happened next, suddenly a huge dizziness ran through my body and the only thing I could see before I fainted was the creepy smile of the old man in front of me -Quiet ... soon everything will end, just relax and let yourself go- His His voice was high-pitched and uncomfortable but that was the last I heard before he passed out.

I guess I fell to the ground passed out, he took me to my house and ... he did this to me, I woke up in my bed hours later with the background sound of the TV in my living room, I was still dizzy and felt that my head was about to explode but besides all that I felt that something was not right something was different but I did not find out exactly what it was until I awkwardly walked through my own room and looked at my reflection in the mirror ... it was that horrible old man.

-It's good that you woke up I was beginning to think that that blow to the head had killed you or something- I turned around and what I saw still makes me tremble was my completely naked body sweating and with the creepy smile that that old man had, Without thinking, I understood that the person in front of me was not a clone or a mirror, it was that fag who had stolen my body.

Without realizing it, he approached me, he knocked me down, I was still dizzy and in pain, I couldn't defend myself at all, he was enjoying it instead.

-Tell me who is the fag now? TELL ME! SAY YOU ARE THE FAG! -He put his knee on my neck until I said so until I submitted to him

-ME! I AM A FAG BUT GET OFF PLEASE! - I said with my new and at the same time old hateful voice.

After that the humiliations have not stopped he has fun humiliating day and night only using it as a toy to satisfy his most depraved perversions, he has stripped me of all my pride and my arrogance and if he continues like this I think he will also take away my heterosexuality, for I think that this stupid body enjoys every one of the shits that he does to me daily and it is becoming very difficult to hide my erections from him, if he discovers that I am liking this, I do not know what he is capable of doing to me.

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Summer Job

— That's enough! – The sweaty, middle-aged man with a huge belly gasped as he stared at the guy with defined pecs and abs, lounging on a sunbed with his cap tucked in, enjoying the light summer heat. The pool water shimmered, inviting him to take a dip at any moment to cool off – I've done everything you wanted. I swept the driveway, mowed the lawn, cleaned your damn pool. Give me back my body!

The man could barely breathe from the exertion. Sweat dripped everywhere, seeping into the cracks of fat. He felt disgusting, he wanted his body back. He'd just returned from college and needed a summer job before the next semester. He thought putting up flyers all over the neighborhood offering his services for whatever was needed would be a good idea.

This was one of his neighbors. He was known for being a somewhat... experimental scientist. But he earned a good salary, his house was the best of all, even though his physique was that of a man who had completely dedicated himself to his work, to donuts, to skipping sleep, and to fast food that wouldn't distract him too much from going back to work, and work, and work some more.

— You still need to clean upstairs, the study is a disaster – his old body said with a smile, scratching his chest carelessly, even wiggling his bare feet from side to side, not bothering to lift his cap to look at the other – Do that, and I'll give you back your body.

The college student trapped in the middle-aged man's fat body clenched his fists, letting out a grunt and going back inside the house, resigned. It was that or nothing, the scientist gave him a mocking smile.

Of course he wasn't going to give him back his body in a thousand years, why would he? He was crazy, but not to that degree, haha! The guy could keep his nearly 220 pounds, his lifeless hair, and his disgusting physique; and he could keep those great muscles. He loved how tight his new boxers were. He longed to go to the mall to buy hundreds and hundreds of new clothes, perfect for showing off that sculpted body like a work of art. He wanted other guys to die of envy when they saw him, or on the contrary, to have their legs tremble with the urge to kneel and worship him. Heh…

It was the perfect summer.

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"Ahhhhn... oh my gosh this body is too sexy... mmmph, this cock is leaking so much already, oohhh... I can't stop milking it..."

Few minutes ago Clara's mind just slammed hard into the Nathan's towering muscular frame. Thanks to her own botched stupid wish, her soul now stuck for god knows how long inside his insanely perfect fit physique.

Her new fingers slid slow and deliberate down every sweat-glistened inch of those massive heaving pecs and carved eight-pack abs that now pulsed under her control. The warm ridges of her rock-hard stomach, pressing deep into the firm grooves as raw electric fire shot straight to the thick heavy cock swelling thick between her legs. A high-pitched girly moan tore from his full lips, soft and needy, quite unmatched with the rest of masculine exterior. Her hips rolling forward on instinct while the pleasure built thick and hot inside.

Outside the door, Nathan's bros froze mid-step, smirking wide as those unmistakable feminine moans drifted through the wood, figuring the heartthrob jock had scored another random chick again for a hard, raw, mid-day fuck like always. They laughed low, one muttering about how loud the bitch was getting.

(Zack POV)

Parte 1.

Mi maestro de historia y yo no nos llevamos bien, yo odio su clase aburrida y el me odia a mi, me regaño y me hizo quedarme hasta tarde con el, después de la clase de deportes, para hablar, de mi mal comportamiento y como no podía soportar mi actitud, yo estaba cansado del viejo, sabía que eran sus últimos años pero no tenía por qué ser tan molesto, peleamos el me dijo con desesperación que si tuviera mi vida la viviría "bien" no como yo lo hacía, me reí en su cara y me fui de la escuela, estaba cansado y sudado por las clases pero no tenía ganas de bañarme, así que simplemente me dormí.

Desperté, y todo parecía más claro y ordenado, no estaba en mi cama a la cual me había ido a acostar, me sentía mareado, el sillón en el que estaba nisiquiera era de mi familia, ni la sala en la que estaba, poco a poco me levanté, me dolía todo, me sentía más pesado, la clase de ayer al parecer me había afectado realmente, me sentía como un vegestorio.

Note como estaba semi desnudo, cuando la noche anterior había dormido con la ropa sudada, solo traía puesto un boxer azul, mi bulto se podía ver en el, mis piernas eran distintas, más gruesas y con algunos pelos grises, definitivamente no eran mis piernas, las toque con mis brazos los cuales no tarde en notar que tampoco eran los míos, tenía las manos con callos de años de trabajo, esto no estaba bien, toque mi pecho y sentí todo el bello que lo cubría hasta mi estómago, yo antes tenía bello pero no así, ahora tenía man boobs, toque mis pezones y note lo sensibles que eran, no pude evitar continuar por mi nuevo estómago, todas las sensaciones eran completamente nuevas, definitivamente algo no estaba bien, rasque mi cabeza y note que no tenía tanto pelo, talle mis ojos una última vez y pide ver el reflejo en un espejo en frente mía, no era yo... Era mi maestro, el señor Eduardo, ahora yo era el señor Eduardo, me quedé atónito, con mucho esfuerzo me levanté del sillón y me hacer que más al espejo, toque mi cara, esto no era posible había perdido mi vida...

Sin saber dónde estaba el cuarto de el profesor Eduardo, y sin querer saberlo, tome la ropa que traía el día de ayer y me la puse, unos jeans muy grandes y una camisa a cuadros, con un cinturón negro y unos zapatos formales, todo se sentía nuevo y a la vez raro, nunca vestidos así.

Luego de llegar a la escuela conduciendo en lo que ahora era mi coche llegué corriendo a mi antiguo salón y lo ví, ahí estaba mi cuerpo, intentando activar como yo, me hacer que al que tan solo un día atrás había fue mi profesor, y le confronte:

-¿¡Qué carajos te pasa?!-

-Oye tranquilo, no querrá más canas señor Eduardo-me dijo en tomo burlón con la que era mi voz

Todos nos miraban

-Tengo que hablar contigo- por alguna extraña razón el que me llamara Señor Eduardo me había gustado, pero no quería quedarme en el cuerpo de un adulto para siempre, apenas empezaba a vivir, lo jale de la mano hasta llegar a los baños para hombres, ahí nos metimos, estábamos demaciado juntos, el olía a sudor, no sé había cambiado.

-¿Qué vamos a hacer?- pregunté mientras escuchaba si reputación cerca de mi, la tensión sexual era casi visible.

-Creo que...- Mi antiguo cuerpo se veía nervioso, seguramente nunca había tenido un encuentro sexual gay y menos con mi cuerpo, eso me exitaba.

-Sabe... Su cuerpo no está tan mal- dije pasando mi mano por mis nuevos genitales.

-¿Ya lo viste?, Yo el tuyo aún no...¿Puedo?-

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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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The cause of the delay for the Reza series. Suddenly I'm distracted LOL

Bayu wiped the sweat from his brow as he skimmed the last bits of debris from the villa's infinity pool. The sun beat down on his scrawny frame, his faded gray t-shirt clinging to his narrow shoulders. At twenty-four, he is the villa's full-time pool cleaner, gardener, and all-around "babu" for the wealthy Santoso family from Jakarta. Most of the family only visited during holidays, but the eldest son, Chand, had moved here permanently to Bali.

Tall, kind-hearted Chand treated Bayu like a human being—offering cold drinks, decent pay, and even casual chats about football. But Chand's boyfriend, Ken, is a different story altogether

Ken visited often, and when Chand was away in Jakarta on business, Ken made sure Bayu knew his place.

"Faster with those leaves, babu," Ken would sneer, lounging by the pool in designer shades, his muscular chest glistening under an open white shirt. Ken is built like a god—broad shoulders, ripped abs, a thick gold medallion hanging between his perfect pecs. He loved flexing subtly while ordering Bayu around, reminding him how lucky a poor local like him was to even step foot on the property.

"Don't forget, you're here to serve. Chand's too soft on jongos like you."

Bayu bit his tongue every time. He needed this job. The small room behind the garage of the compound is his home, and the money kept his family fed back in the village. But the resentment simmered.

"Why is the world so cruel?" Bayu muttered to himself, clenching his fists in his bedroom. "People like Ken get everything—money, looks, a boyfriend like Chand who turns a blind eye—and they treat people like me like dirt. I work from sunrise to sunset, keeping this place perfect, and for what? So that arrogant asshole can call me 'babu' and laugh about how I belong scrubbing floors? Chand is nice, sure... but he's so naive. He never sees how his own boyfriend treats me like shit when he's not around. Chand is a fucking enabler, he might as well be a fucking vapid and stupid nepo baby as the rest of those rich kids friends of his for all I care. And Ken? He deserves karma. Real karma. To lose everything and know what it's like to be powerless."

Bayu sighed, the weight of his powerless life pressing down. He wished for a sign, for justice, for the kind of strength that would let him flip the script. Little did he know, it's coming.

One afternoon, Chand is on a business trip again for a few days. Ken claimed the sunbed by the pool, shirt half-open, black shorts riding low on his V-lines, the heavy gold medallion catching the light as he dozed off with his mouth slightly open.

Bayu approached quietly with his net, pretending to work. Up close, Ken looked even more imposing—sharp jaw, faint stubble, the kind of body that turned heads everywhere. But today, something feels off. The medallion hummed faintly, almost glowing with an inner light only Bayu seemed to notice.

Bayu's hand moved before his brain can stop it. He reached down, fingers brushing warm skin, and lifted the chain. The medallion comes free with a soft click. Ken's body twitched once, then... changed.

The transformation is instant and horrifyingly beautiful. Ken's sculpted muscles deflated like a balloon losing air. His broad chest sank inward, shoulders narrowing, arms thinning into weak twigs. The sharp jaw softened into a rounder, acne-speckled face. His expensive haircut receded into a plain buzz cut. Within seconds, the arrogant hunk is no longer there, replaced by a scrawny, awkward nerd in oversized clothes that now hung loosely on his diminished frame. Wait......what the fuck??? Isn't this the guy that previously worked in Bayu's place before he came to replace him because the guy is a creep and love to take little cash or trinkets belonged to the Santoso's? Bayu's memory and head is spinning from confusion as reality re-aligned itsel. Fuck......this is the truth. This man and this medallion is causing some fucked up shit that rearranged reality for everyone. The man stirred, blinking in confusion, looking around the luxurious villa like he'd never seen it for a while from that new vantage point.

Bayu stared, heart pounding. A warm, electric aura pulsed from the medallion in his palm. Ancient power, hungry and alive. Whispers filled his mind—promises of strength, wealth, dominance. He glanced at the pathetic figure on the sunbed. This is his chance.

Without hesitation, Bayu slipped the chain over his head. The medallion settled against his chest, burning hot. Fire exploded through his veins.

Bayu gasped, dropping to his knees beside the pool. His skinny arms thickened first—biceps ballooning outward, veins popping as muscle fibers multiplied and hardened. His narrow shoulders cracked and widened with audible pops, deltoids swelling into cannonballs. His chest heaved, pecs pushing forward into thick, striated slabs that stretched his t-shirt to its limits before the fabric tore down the front with a loud rip. Abs etched themselves in deep rows, eight-pack emerging where there had been nothing. His legs lengthened and thickened, quads exploding with power, calves diamond-hard.

He grew taller, from 5'7" to a commanding 6'2". His face reshaped—jaw sharpening into a chiseled masterpiece, cheekbones rising, lips fuller, eyes darkening with arrogant confidence. His black hair simply realigned itself into a trendy buzzcut. Sweat poured down his new, tanned, hairless torso, highlighting every ridge of his godlike physique. The gold medallion is now glowing triumphantly against his massive pecs as ribbed white tanktop appeared to wrap his physique

Reality bent around him like warm clay.

The villa's ownership papers in his mind shifted. He isn't Bayu anymore. He is Bryan Santoso—only child of the Santoso family, spoiled heir who spent his days partying in Bali, working out, and enjoying his inheritance. The pool cleaner that disrespectfully lounged on the sun bed in front of him now? Some local guy named Hendra.

The former Ken—now back to his original self of Hendra—blinked up at him, eyes wide with fear and confusion. The medallion's power surged through Bryan, and he focused it like a weapon.

"You never knew about the medallion," Bryan commanded, his voice now deep and commanding. "You are always the weak poolboy here. Hired help. Nothing more."

Hendra's expression glazed over. Eyes turned white. Mouth agape. Memories of his short life as Ken, of being Chand's boyfriend, of taunting Bayu—they dissolved. He then droned on to then stand up shakily before snapping back to full consciousness, the oversized clothes now comically large on his pathetic frame. "S-sir... I should get back to cleaning the pool," Hendra mumbled, grabbing a net with trembling hands.

Bryan smirked, flexing his new biceps casually. Power coursed through him. But he is far from finished.

Chand is due back that evening. Bryan lounged in the exact spot where Hendra had been, now wearing an open white linen shirt that barely contained his massive chest and black shorts that hugged his powerful thighs. The gold medallion gleamed. When Chand's car pulled up, Bryan is ready.

Chand walked in, handsome as always, carrying a small bag. "Ken? You here?" he called out.

"Over here, babe," Bryan said smoothly, his voice dripping with entitlement.

Chand froze, staring at the muscular stranger who looked vaguely familiar. "Who... who are you? Where's Ken? And why do you look like—"

The medallion flared. Bryan's eyes locked onto Chand's. "I'm Bryan. Your boyfriend. Your everything. You've always belonged to me. Ken never existed. You're my dumb, obedient cock-whore living in my compound because you are a close family friend. You live to serve this body. My muscles. My cock. Nothing else matters,"

Chand's resistance crumbled in seconds. His eyes dulled, a vacant, adoring smile spreading across his face. Intelligence faded from his gaze, replaced by pure, horny devotion. He dropped his bag and approached, hands already reaching for Bryan's chest. "Bryan... Master... you're so fucking hot," Chand whispered, voice thick and simple. He pressed his face against Bryan's pecs, inhaling deeply, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat.

Bryan laughed, deep and cocky, running a hand through Chand's hair. He grabbed a fistful and ruffled it possessively, just like in his new memories of countless afternoons by the pool. Chand moaned happily, sinking to his knees between Bryan's spread thighs. The former kind son of the house was gone—now just a brainless slut eager to worship.

Hendra shuffled by with the pool net, head down. "Pool's almost done, Sir Bryan."

"Well, that's your job, do I need to compliment you for you doing the bare minimum, babu?" Bryan said dismissively, not even looking at him. He pulled Chand's head lower, freeing his massive, throbbing cock from the black shorts. Chand dove in eagerly, sucking with sloppy, enthusiastic devotion, eyes rolled back in mindless bliss.

Bryan's body feels electric. Every flex sent pleasure through him. He watched his reflection in the pool's calm surface—the perfect jock, abs rippling, medallion bouncing with each thrust into Chand's willing throat. The power is intoxicating. He had drained everything from them and claimed it as his birthright.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped low, Bryan lounged on the sunbed with Chand curled against his side, drooling happily over his abs. Hendra finished his tasks and stood awkwardly nearby, awaiting orders.

"Bring us drinks, poolboy," Bryan commanded lazily. Hendra scurried off.

Bryan looked down at Chand, who is now mindlessly kissing and licking his gold medallion. "You're mine forever, whore."

"Yes, Bryan... I'm forever your dumb whore," Chand mumbled, eyes empty and adoring.

They said I haven't experienced the actual Lunar New Year unless I visited China during the period. So that is exactly what I did as I transferred my consciousness to my cousin in the mainland, Zhihao. The thing is.....it's been a month ever since that day and I'm still inside Zhihao up until today. It's not like it's difficult — he's a personal trainer for God's sake — I just missed my old life despite totally not even close to look as ripped as Zhihao or having countless parties that led to orgies everywhere I go as my cousins. I mean, can you blame the folks? My cousin aka me now is a fucking sex magnet and everyone wants a piece of me or at least having me in their friend group.

Even in the gym where I work, a lot of the clients I managed turns out to be having a fat crush on Zhihao and I simply followed the flow when I pummelled their mouth with my cock in the bathroom or when I just played out the role of a personal trainer while we have sex, guiding and talking them through it proven to be quite a hit as they always begged for more

But as I mentioned, despite all that, I just want to have my normal life back. I miss my morning run under the blazing California sun. I miss my friends back home. The quick stroll to greet my go-to barista. My fucking boring job. I miss them all. Yet, if my memory served me right, I think the ancient scripture said about the effect to wear off in the next cycle. Does that merely mean another year, which means some times around early next year? Another Snake Year, which means 2037/2038?? Or do I have zero chance to return as the next Wood Snake year only happened in 2075 or 2085 if I'm not mistaken??? I really should have just bought the ticket to fly all the way here or even better, stop being FOMO and I should just embrace how I as a Chinese-American can celebrate an equally meaningful Lunar New Year with my core family and closest friends without having to feel inferior with my extended families that lived here all their life. Well, there's nothing else I can do other than just live the best life as my cousin for now, I believe it must be nice for him to return to his body with me taking great care of it, even though the lack of call is a bit concerning......