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I briefly weighed the consequences before speaking up. My roommate used to be a typical gym bro, but recently he'd started to become a hermit. There was a little more than a month left in our lease, so if I could just put up with this new behavior for a few more weeks, I could remain blissfully unaware of whatever happened to Justin. But... that assumed that things weren't going to get worse. And if nothing else, being silent meant I would never be able to satisfy my curiosity. I had to know. "Hey, Justin, do you have a moment? I... there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

He paused, a brief look of concern flashing across his face before it was replaced with his trademark smile. "Yeah, roomie, any time. So, what's goin' on?"

I took a deep breath. "You've been acting really weird, lately. Ever since that hiking trip, it's almost like you became an entirely different person. And I don't just mean that you're spending less time with your friends or whatever," I added. "One of Tricia's friends told me the two of you haven't gone out on a date in over a week. You've been spending way more time alone in your room lately. And... you're allowed to spend more time online, but... I dunno, man... it's like a lot of your habits have changed."

"Pssh, yeah, okay" Justin said, rolling his eyes. "I don't have time for this. Let me know when you have a real concern, okay?" Justin slammed the door to his room behind him, and let out a dramatic sigh. Clearly he was trying to play it off, but I couldn't help but notice how weird it was that my roommate was choosing to hide in his room.

"That's what I mean!" I said, yelling through the closed door. "You're hiding from me when normally you would've yelled in my face by now! Your attitude is completely different, you completely re-arranged all of your products on the bathroom counter, you stopped hoarding dishes in your room, and just last week you folded and put away your clean laundry for, like, the first time ever!"

Justin couldn't help but laugh. "Take the hint, dude. Go away. Are you seriously trying to hold an intervention just because I felt like putting away my laundry?"

"Yes!" I yelled, standing my ground. "I am, and I don't appreciate you gaslighting me! Something happened to you, and it's freaking me out, dude! It's like the real Justin is gone, and you're like... his clone from a parallel dimension or something."

"Or like I'm an alien who has access to his memories, but not his behaviors and habits?"

"Yes, like a--- wait, what?" My eyes widened to see Justin open the door to his room, wearing nothing but a towel. More alarming, however, was the human brain sitting in a jar on his nightstand. My eyes widened in shock, and I could feel my heart hammering away in my chest. My own brain was yelling at me to run for my life, but my feet felt as though they were rooted to the ground. Justin wrapped his arms around my shoulders, allowing his towel to drop to the floor. Only the sight of Justin's massive cock had enough power to peel my eyes away from the disembodied brain.

"Sit down on my bed," Justin said, gently pushing me deeper into his room. "That's not a request," he added, when I tried to stand my ground. I obliged, sitting down on the edge of the bed so that his body stood between me and his brain. Maybe if I couldn't see it, it would be easier to pretend that nothing was wrong. "Here's the deal. I could waste time trying to keep up the charade, but we spend so much time in proximity to each other that you'll just figure it out again. I've already wiped your memory three times, I'm getting tired of it. Especially when this body has what you want."

I wanted to be alarmed by what he was saying, but Justin placed his hand on my inner thigh, and my thoughts started to short circuit. "Most of him has been hollowed out and discarded, but I kept his brain so I could have full access to his memories," he said, pointing to his head. "We both know the real Justin would never give you the time of day. But I'm not the real Justin," he said, leaning in to whisper into my ear. I shivered, feeling the heat of his breath against my skin.

"All you have to do is keep a secret." He kissed me on the lips, but when I moved forward to lean into the kiss, he had already pulled away. "Can you do that for me?" he said. I nodded, trying to figure out if it was my fear or my boner that was agreeing with him. "It's not like you have a choice," he added. "Between photoshop and AI images, no one will believe you. But if you were persistent about it, that could become... irritating."

He lifted his hand off of my thigh, and slipped it under the pant leg of my shorts. By the time I registered what he was doing, his hand was already inside my boxers. "Keep my secret, and I'll do anything you want." His hand firmly gripped my erection, and a high-pitched moan slipped out of my mouth. "If you want to plow my tight ass, it's all yours. Make Justin your bitch." I tried to reply, but I could barely form a coherent thought. I could feel his hand teasing my manhood, slowly stroking up and down as I fought desperately not to cum. The wet spot on the outside of my shorts grew wider as I leaked more and more. I looked into his eyes, pleading for him to stop, but he just kept smiling at me with that confident grin.

"Only... I don't think you want that," he said, pulling back his hand. "I've noticed you sniffing this body's jock straps. You love the thrill, the danger of knowing what he'd do to you if he ever caught you." Justin grabbed my shoulders and tossed me backwards, shoving me flat on his bed. He climbed on top of me, straddling me with his legs as he held his cock over my face. "You want me to be in control. You want to be used and abused." My nostrils were filled with his musk as he rubbed his nuts in my face. "You thought it was risky, knowing that Justin might beat you up? Piss me off, and you're dead." He leaned in close, again letting his breath tickle against my ear. "Your ass is mine. I own you."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came right there, releasing my load into the front of my pants, spasm after spasm. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I tried to avoid eye contact. Whatever alien was inside of Justin, he had the power to destroy me utterly. I should have been afraid for my life-- instead, I was more turned on than I had ever felt before.

"I meant every word," Justin said, looking over at me from his bedroom window. At some point he'd wrapped the towel back around his waist, and he was looking out across the apartment courtyard. "If you can keep a secret, we'll have a fun last month together. Maybe longer, now that I no longer need to break the lease come August. But if you try and act up? I'll just put your brain in a jar next to Justin's. No one will ever even know you're gone."

One of the best things I ever did for myself was hire a dead man to act as my life coach. Well, maybe "hire" isn't the best word-- it's not like Wyatt cares about money anymore-- but he experiences life inside of my body, and in exchange he helps me develop good habits. Honestly, I also think the satisfaction of helping people helps him cope with his newfound immortality, but I'd never say that to his face. I thought it was just an elaborate shitpost when I read the ad he posted online, but I'm glad I took him up on his offer. As someone who struggled with severe depression, Wyatt's aid has been a gamechanger. It's been a lot of work, so I'm proud to say I've almost graduated. Back in the beginning he was possessing me almost 24/7 to help me out with things like healthy eating and good hygiene, but now he usually limits flesh time to my gym workouts so he can make sure I'm using the proper form.

Although, ever since Wyatt found out that I'm a gay man who's never had the courage to go out on dates, he's also been trying to act as a dating coach with… mixed success. He means well, but mostly I think he's just happy to have an excuse to possess hot men without feeling guilty about it. If the person isn't willing to be possessed, he can only control them for about an hour or so-- enough time to log onto a computer or have some fun, but not enough time to actually live someone else's life. Wyatt doesn't like to talk about himself very much, but I've gotten the impression that he was very lonely before he figured out how to navigate around the limit of his abilities. No one can see or hear him when he's in his ghost form, so I can only imagine how lonely he used to be.

"One more set of bicep curls, and then I think I'll be done for the day," Wyatt said. "I want to make sure I have enough time to rinse off all of this sweat before my date." He often spoke out loud, over-narrating his actions so that I would know what to expect. It was different when the two of us were alone, but in public he preferred to be subtle about our arrangement. 'Done for the day' was the code phrase that let me know when he was going to leave my body, just in case the sudden restoration of control caused me to lose my balance. And 'my date' meant… well, like I said, Wyatt had taken it upon himself to act as my dating coach. He wanted me to get comfortable interacting with attractive men that I used to think were out of my league, and I certainly wasn't about to turn down the easy sex.

Once I was done showering, I sat down on the bench by my locker to scroll on my phone while Wyatt searched for a good candidate for possession. We were usually at the mercy of whoever happened to be in the locker room at the time-- there were always a handful of men milling about in the sauna, but most of them were suburban fathers using the space to socialize.

"What do you think about this one, Luke?" I looked up to see Jake Hopkins staring down at me, a huge smirk on his face. He was somehow even more massive now than he'd been back in High School, when he used to beat me up whenever he caught me staring too long at his dump truck of an ass. The facial hair was new, but his backwards cap had been his trademark for as long as I'd known him. "Pretty sick, right?" he said, flexing his biceps for emphasis. "The cock is nothing special, but that's fine-- this body screams power bottom." It was clearly Wyatt in control, but that wasn't enough to prevent the flood of bad memories.

I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate as I began to recall all of the various ways Jake had made my teenagers years a living hell. "That's… no, he's… pineapple, I know him," I managed to say, frantically waving him away. I could see the look of apology in Wyatt's eyes, and he quickly retreated without any further discussion. For that I was grateful, because I don't know if I could have had any sort of conversation with him while he wears Jake's face. The thought of having sex with one of my old high school bullies was… honestly, I would have thought I'd be more into it. But seeing his face like that, the painful memories were too fresh. Maybe Isaac or Ben, but not him. Not Jake.

One of the first things Wyatt had taught me were breathing exercises for when I was too far gone inside my own head, and for that I was thankful. I gripped my knees until my fingertips hurt, focusing on the rise and fall of my chest with each deep breath. Eyes closed, back straight, feet firmly planted. All the way in, all the way out. It was a little embarrassing, the way that the mere presence of Jake was enough to send me into a tailspin, but… at the same time, I was proud at the way I had been able to handle it without fully freaking out. A few months ago, I would have spent the next several hours replaying all of my worst memories on repeat until I cried myself to sleep. Now? Now, I had managed to calm myself back down and it had only been a few minutes. Wyatt was big on trying to get me to acknowledge the small wins, and this was definitely one of them.

I opened my eyes to see one of the gym regulars looking over at me with a concerned look on his face. "Hey, man. You doin' okay?" he said. I hadn't expected Wyatt to find another body so fast, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

I smiled back at him, with what I hoped was a calm and collected expression. "I am now, yeah. It's been a rough day, is all," I said, practicing my white lie skills. This was a much better choice for Wyatt, though I didn't know this body's name. I had first noticed him a few weeks ago, and he was one of my favorite guys to ogle out of the corner of my eye. I'd even caught him checking out some of the other guys in the gym once or twice. It was nice to see confirmation that it wasn't just me who did that.

"Okay, well, cool. That's good to hear," he said, nodding his head. He hesitated for a few moments, and then continued. "Hey, while I'm talking to you, I hope this isn't weird to say but… I've noticed you around for the past few months, and you've been making some really good progress." He gave me a supportive pat on the shoulder, which felt really nice. "I know it can be discouraging, given how long it takes to see some actual physical changes to your body, so… I just wanted you to feel seen. I see you putting in the work, and it'll definitely pay off if you're able to keep at it."

I could feel myself starting to blush-- how could I not, after a compliment like that? I wanted to brush it off, but I also know that Wyatt would start yelling at me if I tried to reject his kind words. "Well… thank you, I appreciate it. And... while we're both saying weird things to each other, I have to admit I've noticed you as well. I mean, you're very handsome, so how could I not?" His eyebrows shot straight up at the compliment, but he otherwise said nothing. "Which... maybe I'm totally misreading you, but... would you like to come over to my place, and we could get to know each other better?"

His confusion shifted into a wide smile. "I... wow. This turned out to be easier than I thought," he said, chucking to himself. "And yeah, I'd like that. I'd really like that. I need a few moments to shower and change out of my gear, but uhh… yeah. How about I meet you outside in the parking lot, and I'll just follow you back to your place." With that, he gave me a playful fistbump and then walked away, presumably to use his locker. Which... did not make sense, now that I stopped to think about it-- how did Wyatt know where the man's locker would be? I didn't think he had the ability to access the memories of the people he possessed.

"Luke, that wasn't me!" One of the middle-aged men had stepped out of the sauna to come talk to me, grinning from ear to ear-- this was the real Wyatt, I realized. "I was still looking around the gym trying to find a good option for you. Whoever that guy is, that was all you!" He smiled at me as I felt my stomach begin to lurch. If that man wasn't Wyatt, then I had just… oh my God. If I had thought for even a moment he wasn't possessed, that he might have said no? I would never have-- of course he was surprised at my confidence, I didn't realize he had free will!

"Hey, no. Look at me," Wyatt said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I wanted to be angry but I had to admit it was an effective way to startle me out of my thoughts. "Don't overthink this. Easier said than done, I know, but hey-- he's just some random hot guy. It's not like he's your future husband yet. So breathe, okay? If he's the right guy for you, he'll find your nerves endearing rather than annoying. And if he's not, have some fun and then part ways amiably. Just relax and enjoy this."

"You're right," I said, after a few more rounds of steady breathing. "This is what we've been working towards, after all." I stared up into his proud smile, and I couldn't help but laugh. No matter what body Wyatt was wearing, his facial expressions always gave him away. "Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for," he said, patting me on the shoulder with his body's calloused hands. "Alright, well, I'm gonna drop this guy back off in the sauna, but I just had to catch you before you said something awkward. I'll leave you alone for the evening so that you can enjoy your date. Have fun!" Wyatt left, leaving me alone with my nerves. How did I manage to ask someone out by accident? I decided to wait a few minutes-- it was quite hot outside, and I wasn't sure how long the guy would need to take a shower.

He was waiting for me when I stepped outside, and I was struck breathless by just how incredible he looked in street clothes. The polo he was wearing struggled to cover his massive chest, and I would have bet money he could have torn apart those sleeves if he flexed. I would never have been brave enough to ask him out on my own-- the man was an Adonis! "I'm so embarrassed," I admitted to him, deciding that honesty was the best policy. "I'm usually never this forward, but here I am inviting you back to my place when I don't even know your name!" I couldn't help but giggle awkwardly as I rubbed the back of my neck. "My name's Luke, by the way."

"David," he said, shifting his gym bag as he extended his hand. I thought he was reaching out for a handshake, but when I placed my hand in his, he pulled it forward and gave it a polite kiss. Maybe it was a bit cringe, but so am I-- and man, was I blushing. "Since we're being honest, my heart was beating in my chest the entire time I was talking to you. It's actually a bit of a relief to hear that we're both feeling a bit nervous-- it means we're both taking this seriously, you know?"

"I think I know what you mean," I said, as we started walking towards our cars. "Maybe this will lead somewhere, maybe it won't... but we're both giving it the best chance for success." I looked over at him, and he was already smiling. I smiled back, trying to ignore the pounding of my heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, I reached out to grab his hand, lacing his fingers with mine. Success! He chuckled, and gave my hand a comforting squeeze as I felt my face blush even more, somehow.

"Babe...come lick my bulge..." Clark, my TA, inhabited by my dominant ghost boyfriend says as I crawl to him, getting ready for another session of fucking before class.

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A few months earlier...

My boyfriend, Oliver, died on campus in the 80s due to a shootout with police when the campus was a drug de.. I met him one time when he suddenly appeared to me in the form of my straight as a pole homophobic roommate, Chase.

I came home one night when I saw Chase coming out of his bedroom shirtless.

"Hey baby... I'm horny as fuck right now and this body is packing!" He then approached me and kissed me, hard.

"C-Chase?! What the fuck?!"

"Oh hey, man... I'm horny as fuck and I need a cock to eat!" He then opened all his clothes and pushed me towards the wall.

"W-w-wait! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I thought you're straight!"

"Oh, who says I'm Chase? Hehehe..." Then he suddenly shuddered and black smoke came out of his mouth as he fell to the floor. The form then took shape and I was floored.

He has a hot as fuck body for a ghost and seeing this, I got a huge bulge.

"Howdy, name's Oliver, but you can call me Ollie. Been haunting this place since the 80s and when I saw you, I was attracted by how handsome you are and I know you have a huge boner for dickhead over here so I possessed him." Pointing to Chase's unconscious shirtless body.

"If you want, I can possess him and be your boyfriend. Being a gay killer in the 80s was hard, but now I'm free to explore hehe..."

Just then, Chase woke up, groggy. When he saw me and Oliver, he screamed, "W-what the fuck?! What the fuck did you do to me, fagg-"

Before he can finish his sentence, Oliver flew into his mouth. However, since Chase is stronger, He was able to push Oliver out. However, Ollie didn't give up and flew into his ass. Chase moaned in pleasure as he felt the ghostly invasion pushing all the right buttons to pleasure him.

"H-help..." was all Chase could mutter to me before he dropped his head back. A few moments later, Chase woke up and kissed me hard.

"Well then, now that the homophobic ass is gone, trapped in his own mind..." he grabbed my growing bulge. He then took out Chase, now HIS underwear out of the drawer and tore it up, putting it on his hands like rope. "Wanna be dominated baby?"

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Since that night, we've had a strong relationship, and our nights are filled with fucking. He also killed anyone who was opposed to our relationship. Everytime he killed anyone who opposed us, no matter if he was friend or not, I was growing more and more attracted to him as I got pulled further into the darkness of his mind.

Of course, we used their dead bodies as vessels for Ollie. It turns out that Ollie can merge his soul with the host he is possessing, so every time he leaves a body, that body will become vacant without a soul inhabiting it.

He even possessed Chase's equally homophobic best friend, Vlatt. He stabbed Vlad in the stomach with a kitchen knife and possessed him for a short time. As usual, he dominates me in the bedroom and in the showers, and Vlad's hot body gave me a huge hard on and I didn't hesitate to suck his huge cock.

He ended up managing to possess Chase's entire friend group per my reuqest due to them being equally hot, so I'm not complaining. He can change bodies at will, and the bodies he does not use, we hide in the big closet in Chase's room.

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A few hours earlier...

I saw my TA, Clark, at a bar being his drunk horny self and pinching his own nipples. He didn't recognize me in his drunken state, so it was easy for me to entice him to for a fucking session back at my apartment I share with Chase and Vlad.

When we got home, Vlad/Ollie was there, holding a knife and when we walked to the bathroom there Vlad was and he stabbed Clark in the back. Clark staggered, touched the stab wound and looked at the fresh blood on his hand.

"W-what's going on?! Why--" Vlad then stabbed him again, this time in the stomach, twisting the knife, and Clark dropped dead.

Vlad then threw the dead Clark on our bed and flew out of Vlad's mouth and into Clark's, causing the body to convulse. Seeing the scene unfold, as usual, I was incredibly turned on and whipped out my throbbing cock as I watched Ollie take control.

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The entire world knows of our existence. It's thought one of our own betrayed his fellow hopper kind. Now, many of us are on the run, some hiding in bodies that are yet to be vaccinated against our powers. It allows people to fight more easily against us. Only the strongest of Body hoppers can hope to survive. As most of the population is already treated with it, for a hopper like myself I have to sneakily possess a body without taking control. Once the host sleeps, I can skip the fighting and acclimate to my new life in the morning.

Nick's body is quite dreamy. He's not gay, but I am. So, I should keep my new body in the closet to not put a target on my new back.

Oh I felt terrible. That vaccine made Nick sweat so much. In truth, the vaccine isn't much of one. It's more of a spiritual stimulus that strengthens spiritual roots in a body, but it also helps me too, so the effects are a wild card that give people a equal chance that would make a possession dance on the street a big scene. Making patience a real virtue for the often sex hungry body hopper community.

Looking at my reflection, "Come on, why does this body lack energy? And would it have killed you to workout more? I'm going to have to build up my new body. Starting with this decent ass!" as I slapped my butt. And started jacking off the new dick. It was a really nice package. Been a while since I could access such a pleasurable host.

Suddenly, I felt a massive pressure headache. And then it happened. Nick woke up. Hoping he wouldn't notice me. I willingly gave him back the control of his body. Nick looked around... "Why is there cum on me? Did I drink alcohol yesterday? I don't recall or would I? Maybe I just was sleepwalking and jacked off during it..." Nick showered off, got dressed, then went and grabbed his car keys, and headed to a Coffee Shop called Awe Addicts. He purchased some sort of caffeine smoothie. It was really good. Wish he didn't give us a brain freeze.

As soon as Nick got home, he started messaging a girl he likes, of which I am not thrilled as a gay man. But if I take control and fail, he'll call 911 and who knows what my fate will become of me. And fuck no--- She's coming over... and Nick is fantasizing about sex with her.

They immediately started kissing and going to the bedroom. But as soon as things got down to it, he couldn't get hard for her. I think my disgust is affecting our package. And the girl, Veronica I think, Screamed, "Ugh, men suck! They can't even get hard anymore. Stupid erectile dysfunction!" and she left the house.

Nick began to cry from disappointment. I really felt bad for him. But I am also glad I didn't have to experience that. He eventually took a nap after crying. And that's when I stepped into the driver seat of being Nick.

Finally, I can have some "me" time. Patting my bulge for staying down, I figured I didn't want to wake Nick by anything too stimulating. So, I went through his phone. And saw some current news about a group of body hoppers being captured and sent to a laboratory prison for forced manual transfers into prisoners' bodies.

I can't let that happen to me... anxiety about my future made my heart race. I felt the pressure headache coming back again, and I freaked out, dropped the phone as it fell off the bed. And I let Nick drive his body once more.

"My head is killing me-- wait. Where's my phone?" He looked around for it. Found it. And saw what I was looking at. "How this happen? I swear.. sometimes I feel like I've been body hopped, but if I was, I wouldn't be in control." Nick proceeded look up, "how to know if I've been hopped?" And the results were interesting. "You'd know", "You'd be in a coma state for the duration before the semi hopper vaccine." Or "You'd be fighting".

I honestly thought he'd never wake up after the first night. But this vaccine must be working differently for Nick. A strong spirit perhaps.

Nick started acting up. He was testing himself to see if he had been hopped into somehow. And after he beat himself up about the thought. My plan is to conserve my energy, as to have a sharp and quick takeover when I challenge my sexy host for control and it'll be permanent if I win and don't get caught. All about good timing.

2 weeks later.

Likely, due to my mental opposition to it, Nick has been unable to get hard for a woman. He's failed many times. But then a cute guy came around, and he got a full hard on. A typical but unexpected friends to lovers trope for sure. Or at least, I had hoped. Nick is feeling my feelings. Feelings might actually be contagious. But he doesn't want to be gay. But he's helplessly horny.

Nick goes home that night. But only I planned to drive this body for more than 10 minutes. It's time. He drifts off to sleep. And I immediately surge for control. Nick shocked, snaps awake. He's making a mess, knocking over an old alarm clock. And I finally speak to him directly, "Sorry, for taking so long. I wanted a clean takeover." And Nick pleads and screams, "Please don't. Get outta me!!!!" I replied, 'Sorry, you seem like a nice guy, but you're my hot ticket to freedom."

The process is complete. I'm Nick and my head felt clear. But the problem didn't stop there. Someone heard Nick yell. And called the police and they arrived with a hopper detection unit. I got dressed and made a run for it. But it got worse...

I was being threatened with a device aiming at the base of my skull. She said, "This can systematically destroy magic reservoirs for hopping between bodies."

I can't catch a break. I tried lying, "Okay? Go ahead. Not possessed, so it shouldn't hurt. Already had the vaccine." And she replied, "Actually, it's lethal for those who aren't possessed. It erodes lifeforce energy if there isn't a magical coating over it. Come with me. Why did you run?" She demanded to know.

I sighed, "I think I might be gay. It started with erectile dysfunction and girls being unhappy. I don't know. Maybe I'm bisexual? And I thought maybe the police might actually like the church, and accuse of there being a demon inside me or something with everything going on in the news. That's why I ran. I panicked."

She smirked, "Damn. Impressive liar." I was knocked out. And upon waking up, this is what I saw... I saw Nick who I'm supposed to be. Nick was being searched and told, "The Body seems to be in excellent condition, sir."

Nick just started talking, "I wanted to thank you personally for both your hopper powers and Nick's body here. Once the elite class became aware of your kind, we had to obtain it for ourselves. Hence why body hopper-kind being enemy #1. I wanted to live forever. And now I can with the help of the antidote to the vaccine we created. I will always be grateful. And as a show of gratitude, choose your last meal."

I breathed heavily trying to think, "Last meal? Oh... I'm going to be executed. Then, I request to suck Nick's dick..." I said it, hoping I have one small magic trick left... Body hopper magic is inherently spiritual which means select magic belongs to an initial owner. It'll only work if I managed to keep enough of it.

The magnetic body of Nick laughed, "Odd request... Fine. I'll allow it." He shoved it into my face. And I tried to pull the energy back. I was struggling. He tried to pull out. I grabbed on it with both hands preventing his removal. And he started punching me. He erupted the last of his cum, allowing me to gather enough of my hopper energy to return to what is mine.

I hopped back inside Nick's body. And the old guy freaked out. But his soul was forced to exit through my dick as bodies have a limited capacity. He was returned to his former shell. And I walked out. I said, "I'm done." to some men outside. He was dead and gone.

Men in suits started asking me questions, "Where do you want the suit for the new body, Sir?" And "There's a charming man outside asking about a date you setup using a dating app."

Things are finally turning up after that near death experience. I'm powerful, rich, and of course still hot. Anyway, wouldn't want to keep my date waiting. Hopefully, the previous wannabe inhabitant of Nick had good taste.

And the date was in fact, enchanting.

Te encuentras en casa de tu tío, lo ves en un sueño profundo en el sofá principal, el resto de tu familia salió,no habrá nadie más por varias horas. Es la oportunidad perfecta de poseer el cuerpo de tu tío.

Pero, ¿por dónde escoges para introducirte? ¿Por su dura verga en la parte de enfrente o por su culo sintiendo su gigante trasero?

Fue una gran lucha interna, no esperabas que tú tío pusiera mucha resistencia al tratar de meterte a su cuerpo, lo bueno es que resultaste vencedor de esta batalla.

Despiertas en tu nuevo cuerpo un poco agotado, al parecer tu tío si agotó demasiado su cuerpo con varias tareas de trabajo, pero aún quedan energías para poder moverte sin dificultad.

Al levantarte del sofá, tienes mucho calor debido a la lucha interna que acabas de tener, entonces te quitas la camisa para refrescarte. Siempre has visto a tu tío casi desnudo un par de veces pero ahora verte tu mismo moviendo todo su cuerpo perfecto es una maravilla.

Estas aburrido, no hay nada interesante que hacer en la casa de tu tío, ya la conoces por completo. Aprovechas las horas libres para dar un paseo por la calles.

¿Con cuál atuendo te quedas?

By space_man2

One of my favourite short stories from Writing.com! I have a real weak spot for detailed self-exploration… Enjoy. /Verus 

The story starts in a midsummer day in a perfectly suburban neighborhood. Typical of the mid class society. Everyone is quiet. Too quiet. No birds chirping or barbecues sizzling. No dogs running about nor the salesmen selling their goods. All was quiet but a distant siren. Everyone was agape, mouth wide open. How could this happen in their measly peaceful neighborhood. Mrs. Norris preens her eyes at the scene. This would surely be a talk for the months to come. Underneath her, Sir Filch purrs, oblivious to the scene outside. In the middle of the road lies a man. He was not sunbathing nor tripped. He was lying beside his crimson books littered about. His head was wet, not with sweat. But with blood, for he was hit by a white speeding truck. The suspect? It hurriedly drove away, leaving skid marks on the untarnished asphalt. Quite tragic most would say. Especially Mr. Flitwick, for the accident happened right in front of his doorstep. No one knew the man except that he lived in the subdivision. He never left his home much except for going into school or when he goes to his job. He lived in a second-hand and run-down single story house right at the nape of the cul-de-sac. He left one day, carrying his school work, and there it goes. Next thing he knew, his body was carried off by paramedics. No one is saving him now as his heart already stopped. Harry sighed. There goes his English project. He was more worried about the destroyed papers than the fact that he was dead. He floated near his body, incorporeal hands stinging the ambulance door. He does not know where he would go. He could return to his old house his aunt rented to him. And so he did and found nothing to do. He could not touch the power button of his computer nor the China-made phone he bought second handed. There was nothing but the sight of his depressing residence for the past seven years. He sighed and left. He never knew where he would go. Only that he remained stationary and let the wind carry his intangible form. It’s a good thing he could still feel the wind. A good hour passed and Harry felt something tingle. The view of the bright orange sky changed to a cool baby blue backdrop. The place he was in was littered with scattered clothes and papers. The wall was nearly unseen because of the soccer posters covering most of it. One the desktop table, Harry could see the face he wouldn’t dare forget. Cedric Walderbash, Irish descent and the Hogsmeade University Soccer Goal Keeper. Harry watched him play from the crowd and he was surprisingly excellent. Harry’s eyes spotlighted him at every game he played. He knew most things about him and the secrets he deduced.

“W-what are you?” A familiar voice quivered. A voice Harry heard always in the distance. A voice for the first time, directed at him. Harry faced the source and there was Cedric dripping with his 4:00 PM practice sweat.

“I’m Harry. You can see me?” Of course he sees Harry. If he weren’t, why was he even talking to him. “You saved me from bullies a week ago.” Yes he did and he was quite good at it. He punched Dudley square in the face. Dudley woke up, his eyes grew black.

“I- I remember.” He stood there agape, like the bystanders around his dead body. “What happened to you? You’re glowing and you don’t have feet.” Harry’s feet was replaced by a slithering pointed tail. He wiggle it but this only made Cedric quiver more. “What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” Harry trailed off. Wherever the wind led him, it was probably the right place. If he was being taken away to the afterlife, it would be good to see his idol one last time. Even if he was white and shaken by fear. “Maybe I have some unfinished business?” He was leading this thought. “And what is that?” He finally asked.

“I’d like to possess you.” Harry read the most paranormal stories in his spare time. Not the scary ones but those stories that involved ghosts possessing other bodies to their whims. If they were right, maybe he does too. “Wh- What!?” He blurted out. “Like own me?” He was inexperienced with Harry’s fantasy, but quite close. “Only for a few minutes then I’ll leave.” It was better to not clarify Cedric’s confusion. The more oblivious he is in saying yes, the better. “Okay, I guess.” That was the answer Harry had been waiting for. The key to his most savoring dreams. Before Cedric could blurt out another word, Harry passed right through his sweaty body and through his very core. His soul, Harry could feel, was small and turgid. It radiates a warm and enthusiastic feeling. Harry’s soul albeit large, was cold and ethereal. It shoved Cedric’s soul from its place and took the ride of the life time. Harry was alive once again, if only for a few hours at most. Blood was once again running through his borrowed veins. Air swam to his lungs and relieved. He stood strong and large, higher than his old body. He was the king of the world and his calloused hands are ready to reach the moment. He let his strong powerful legs carry him to the mirror. There was no thin and frail kid looking at him. Instead, a tall young man with brown mopped hair and bright blue eyes stared, mouth wide open. He was the best there is. Everyone at school looks up to him, in praise and jealousy. Either way, he was the king. Harry poised and flexed. Every muscle sprang and hinged. Years of training was made for this and for his to take. Sweat coursed through his creased biceps and hot temple. Harry got rid of his clothes and saw much cleared. The abs he only saw in the locker room and school magazine. He touched his buns and it constricted tight.

Enough of dilly dally. Harry removed his clothes under, with eyes ready to jump at prey. His package sprang long and hard. It was much more endowed than his own and now, it was his. He touched the tip and felt the electrocution course alongside with his dripping sweat. It released a musky and manly smell. Harry smelt and wafted into his wide open mouth. He touched his dick once more and now, never letting go. Another hand touched, there’s more room to spare.

With careful ministration, one hand traveled to his virgin hole and one hand remained ahold of the staff. One hand entered, wet with sweat and one hand shuffled up and down. Every hand movement, doubled with one another, sent various pleasures Harry could only dream of. Harry’s breathing became slow and shallow. There was more moans than breathing. His heart slowed too and gave in to the pressure surrounding his whole body. Harry knew he was close to the climax and so he stopped. He is not wasting a few more hours of pleasure. Harry found where Cedric hid the lube. It wasn’t hard to find. Most boys never bothered to hide it from their underwear cabinet. He pushed a handful and spread the thick fluid on his abs and back. Another handful to his dick and an ample amount to his asshole. He felt warm as the lotion glistened in the comfortable lighting of the room. His dick was still hard from the beating but it was bluntly withering down. A moment before, Harry had a good idea. An idea he saw on porn videos that took up most of his weekend. Harry laid on the bed and curled. His athletic body gave in and curved at an angle impossible in his old body. His dick dangles above his face. On a personal level, it was much more bigger and more meatier. More enticing to suck and swallow. Harry’s tongue poked the tip and tasted the salty goodness it beholds. Harry gulped one more, his whole tip inside his mouth. His tongue danced a tango around his dick, sending rhythms of pleasure and beats of moans inescapable in Harry’s mouth. Harry curved deeper, his back arched on the moment’s heat. His hands once idle, roamed and found his hole wide open. His index fingers, lubed with equal lotion and pleasure entered once more and danced with the tone of his tongue. His dick, hard once again elongated and reached the back of his throat. In a magical sort of way, Harry did not gag but welcomed the first time mouth intruder. He sucked and played, until he could feel the rising feeling once more. He spurted and exploded. His penis hard, exploded his seed down Harry’s throat. He wanted to scream and moan Cedric’s name. But all of it turned stifles as Harry relaxed and smelt his afterglow.

Harry for the first time, happy and crying. He left this life enjoying the moment he had yearned for.

An old chapter I wrote from a Writing.com story titled “Possessions” by MysteryGirl.

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Your stomach shifts as you wake one morning a few days after your dad’s possession. It must have been too long, you think. Your body arches on the body and contracts, and you can feel your spirit being pushed out. You and your dad let out a scream at the same time.

“Honey!! Wake up!” you heard your mom say as she vigorously shook your dad. “W-what? What happened?” your dad yells. “It was just a dream. You’re fine” your mom replied back. You looked at your dad’s rugged face and saw tears rolling down. He must’ve been thinking about me while he was dormant, you think.

You float around the house and see your uncle sleeping on the couch. He’s a member of the military but has come to visit your family and to see your funeral. You felt your stomach grumble and realized that you needed to eat breakfast, but had no body to do so

You give his broad shoulder a tap, but he gives no reaction. You levitate a couch cushion and throw it at his protruding belly, which startles him awake. A yellow outline contours his body as he says “w-who did that?” You float into the recliner beside him and force it to push out. You possess the couch he’s on and shake it violently, which causes him to jump off of it. “M-matthew? If that’s you I’m going to need you to s-stop. No n-need to freak out Uncle Mike here” he says as red outlines his shivering form. You float up directly to his eyes, though he doesn’t see you, and you push in.

Your uncle gets slammed into the wall and you can feel his heart rate rise. He arches his bavk and contorts his facial muscles as you fit your face into his. At the same time, you expand your scrawny form into his beefy torso. He moans, yet no screams exit his mouth. You place your small dick into his huge one, your butt into his bigger one, and expand your legs to meet his feet. He stumbles to the T.V. screen and looks at himself but instead sees your head and face wearing his shirt and shorts in his bulky body. At that moment, he convulses for the last time and falls back on the couch he was sleeping on and you gain control of your uncle.

You open your eyes and see his belly poking out of shirt. Both you and your uncle were hungry but you had to put your hygiene and bladder under priority. You walk to the bathroom, unused to your uncle’s larger everything and run into your little sister. “Good morning, Uncle Mikey!!” she said with an enthusiastic voice attributed to only young children. “Hey hey Macy,” you bend down to ruffle her hair. “…Matty used to do that” she mumbles as you see tears start forming in her eyes. “Shit!!” you think as you swoop her up and walk into her room, where you place her on the bed. Scratching your uncle’s neck, you figure it woildnt be bad to tell her. You sit down on the bed, which sinks to your new weight, and say “hey Macy can I tell you a secret?” which sounds weird with your uncle’s scratchy voice that only exists because of his military training. “I guess so” she says. You get off the bed and kneel on leg in front of her and say “notice anything different about me?” She squints and says “your eyes green like Matty’s!” This catches you by surprise. Were they really green? “Uh… yeah. Macy, listen. Your big brother is in here” you say as you place your indoex finger on your uncle’s chest. “Is that why you have green eyes?” she says. “I didn’t know I did but I guess so. Now listen Macy. You can’t tell anyone about this. It’s our secret.” Her eyes widened and she yelled “Matty you’re a ghost!?” You covered her mouth before she woke up the entire house. “Shhhh. Yeah I’m a ghost. Don’t tell anyone.” You get up and begin to walk towards the bathroom. “I have to wash my face, alright?’ you say. She winks at you and says "Alright, Uncle Mikey”

You look into the mirror above the sink and brush your hand through your Uncle’s short, graying hair. “Never had one of these before” you say as you rub your uncle’s beard. You examine his shirt and realize it’s the same one you got him for Christmas two years ago. Your pecs, big arms, and fat stomach stretch the fabric just a tad but otherwise it’s a perfect fit. You look at your uncle’s eyes, which are indeed green.“So my eye color is transferred to whoever I’m possessing…” You feel your bladder about to explode after brushing your teeth. “Aw shit. Oh well. Had to this twice a day with dad. Now I’ll have to do it with you” you think. You open the front of your uncle’s shorts and pull his boxer briefs down. As you take a leak you think “bigger than mine and my dad’s…huh.”

I was surrounded by a small battalion made up by almost 100 people. There were officers of the CIA, the DEA and the Mexican Army. Most of them didn’t knew all the details of our mission and even less why it was critical to protect me during the raid. The only thing that they knew was that they would assault the center of operations of the Raramuri Cartel and, if everything went right, we would capture one of the most wanted drug traffickers in the world, Edmundo Salazar.

We were in the deeps of the Sierra Madre mountains and moving all the equipment was extremely difficult.  Most of the men were heavy armed but I only bring a small suitcase. It was the only thing that I needed to fulfill my part on the plan and I was counting that the other men would be able to protect me. One of them was Luis. He was a very clever man and he was assigned as my personal bodyguard. He was also a very talkative person and he gave a lot of details about his family in Mexico City. I have heard before that Mexicans tend to have a big family and Luis only came to confirm this stereotype.

Luis talk for almost 7 hours non-stop. He told me about his sister, Sara, and her successful hairdressing salon. He told me about his nephew, Lucio, and that he was very proud that he had been called to the B team of an important soccer team. Finally, he told me about her grandmother and the delicious pozole that she made at the end of every year. Luis was definitely a funny man, but he was death serious when we arrived at our final destination.

“I was expecting more like a camp made with tents, this looks like a military base” Luis said while holding high his gun.

“The cartels have many money”

“I know that Mr. Russo, but I can’t believe that the government didn’t knew about this”

“You cannot hide something like this”

“That fucking corrupt bastards, why did they left them to gain so much power?”

“It’s not only your governments fault Luis, my country also helped them to raise. The good thing is that today their reign would end”

I don’t know what side made the first movement. Everyone stood in silence after that single shot was made. No one move for almost a minute and then havoc ensued. I just run behind Luis as we approached that little fortress. I saw as a couple of guys near us receiving a bullet on their heads and how the area was slowly being filled with corpses. Even tough, we were a small group compared to our enemies, my side was better trained, and we were able to enter the main quarters of the cartel.

We walked for a long corridor and Luis was able to kill a couple of guards. I was expecting that the interior of that place was going to be grim and dark, but I couldn’t be more wrong. The hallways were adorned with paintings from artists from all around the world, there was fountains in the biggest rooms and I almost felt that I was in some kind of luxurious hotel. I didn’t have a doubt that Salazar could be the richest man in the world. He not only bought all this stuff, but also the loyalty of so many people. We may be better armed and trained, but we couldn’t handle that number of enemies. Soon we were surrounded and both of us end up with our hands in the air.

“You don’t want to kill me, I came from the Order of Iscariot” - I said as the thugs take the suitcase from my hands – “Your boss will be very mad if you kill me and we both know what he does when he is not pleased”. Our captors spared our lives. They tied our hands and covered our heads with black bags. We walked for several minutes and I could hear that Luis began to ask for pardon to his God. He knew that we were death men, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight. We then arrived at a big room and we were put in our knees. They took the bags off and then, for the first time, I was in front of one of the most dangerous men in the world.

“Who are you?” - Edmundo Salazar said while pointing a small gun to my head.

“My name is Charles Russo and I am of the Iscariot’s Order” I said without moving an inch.

“I knew that they were going to send one of his bastards… you send an army to kill me and you failed miserably. All your battalion is death, you are the only two left and no one will come to help”

“Salazar, you got this wrong… if the objective was to kill you, I can assure you that you will have a bullet on your forehead. We only wanted to approach you, to talk with you”

“Even at your situation you still act cocky… So just tell me, what do you want Mr. Russo?”

“I know that we handle wrong the situation at Santa Rita”

“You killed many innocent people, people that I have protected since the beginning of the cartel”.

“And the order is sorry for that. It was a mistake and we want to amend everything. We want you on our side, we need you in our side. I bring a suitcase with a gift. It can only be opened with a voice command, bring it hear and then everything will make sense”.

It took a while for the henchmen to bring that suitcase. We were surrounded by at least 20 assassins, but I was certain that they didn’t expected what was going to happen. I said the magic words and the suitcase release a cloud of chemicals to the environment. I hold my breath and I saw as all the people in the room were completely knocked out. They were just sleeping, but I knew that I didn’t have a lot of time. I run to the suitcase and grab a mask that allowed me to breathe, then I took a knife and cut the throat of most of the people in the room. Finally, I took a syringe filled with the body suit serum and watch with excitement as Edmundo become an empty skin for me to wear.

“What the hell?” Luis said as he waked up, I was in the middle of transforming into the new Salazar and I cannot imagine what that man would be thinking when he saw me.

“Luis, I can explain you everything” I said as I continue to push me into my new persona.

“Who are you? What is the Order of Iscariot?”

“We are the ones to control the world, Luis. We define who is in power, which nation raises and which countries need to fall. You ask who is the Order of Iscariot… we are the ones that make history”

“Your order created the cartel?” Luis said while pointing his gun at me.

“No, but we injected capital, we helped them to grow. We needed them to destabilize the Latin American region, but Drug Capos always think of themselves as some kind of shitty modern Robin Hood”.

“They are killers”

“Yes, but Salazar here didn’t want to play by our rules. He didn’t want to kill political figures, he didn’t want to continue spreading terror in the population, he even invested to develop some of the poorest town in the region”

“Santa Rita”

“And other towns. Destroying them was a warning for him, but he just became more difficult to control”.

“You are monsters”

“No, Luis… you are a religious man, don’t you? Maybe you don’t understand why we have to make these choices, but all of it is part of a greater plan” - I said to that soldier now completely engulfed by new persona.  I walk towards him and I noticed that his hands were shaking. – “You are a good man Luis, you are not going to kill me”

“The order of Iscariot is bullshit… Judas Iscariot was the personification of evil”

“I am so sorry to hear that. Don’t worry, your family will know that you died as a hero”

It was quick, and that soldier was unable to react. Luis just become another corpse in the room, a corpse that I would ensure that no one would ever find. I continue to pull on my new clothes and I knew that the next months were going to be very challenging. In the past, I have taken the life of terrorist, political leaders and social activist; but I can’t remember to have impersonated someone as powerful as Edmundo Salazar.  

There was a lot of work to do and the order has already asked me to expand my operation to Southeast Asia. It felt awesome to be in this man’s skin and I could only see a great new era starting for the Raramuri Cartel.

“Hmm? Oh you shouldn’t have, there’s plenty of better things to spend money on than your old man.”

“Dad, for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been wearing the same set of clothes every week. It’s Father’s Day! You deserve to have something new.”

He laughed. “Guilty as charged, put it in my room and I’ll have a look at it later.”

(Check out the full, NSFW version of this story HERE!)

Steven got home from work and went straight to the kitchen for his usual afterwork beer. As he popped it open and took a sip, he noticed the house was unusually quiet. His roommate, Call, was usually playing video games or listening to music when he got back. But Call was nowhere in sight. Weirder still was that the door to Steven’s room was ajar. He always kept his room closed when he was out of the house.

Cautiously, and curiously, he opened the door to his room. His mouth dropped when he saw the figure standing on the other side of the room.

“Hello Steven,” the figure said, “it’s me, Call. Like the new look?” But it wasn’t Call, or at least it didn’t look anything like Call. Steven and Call had met two years ago in their freshman year. They weren’t especially handsome guys, young, scrawny.

But the man standing in Steven’s bedroom was anything from scrawny. He was fucking jacked, big, bulging muscles glowing in the afternoon light. A thin blanket of dark hair covered his expansive chest, and flowed like dunes across his rippling abs. He was wearing nothing but a big white jockstrap, which Steven immediately recognized as Call’s.

Unlike Call, however, this man was much older, late forties maybe, and the only real hair on his head was a dense beard perfectly wrapping around his chiseled face. He reached down with one large hand, and scratched the jockstrap, one of his balls hanging not-so-subtly out the side.

Steven struggled to find the right words. He was still in awe. “What… who are you? How did you get in here? Where’s Call?”

The man began to walk forward. “It’s me,” he said with a deep belly laugh, “I’m Call!” Even his voice was deeper, thoroughly masculine and raw like a strong glass of brandy. Steven backed away a couple of inches towards the door. Normally he’d be more scared, but all he could feel at that moment was vicious attraction.

“Prove it,” he said, “what was the name of Call’s second girlfriend sophomore year?”

The man chuckled, his pecs bouncing rhythmically along with his laughs. “That’s a trick question bro,” he said, “I only dated one girl sophomore year, Denise.”

Ho. Ly. Shit. It was Call. Steven squinted, inspecting his new body. “Holy shit man,” he said, “what happened to you?”

“Its a maturity potion,” Call said as he walked past Steven to the door, “I bought it online. I know you’ve always had a thing for daddies, so I thought I might surprise you.” There was a small click as Call closed the bedroom door behind Steven. He was now just inches away from his face. “So, how do I look?”

“You… um… wow… I mean…” He really couldn’t put it into words: Call was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Over six feet of perfect, hairy manliness. The stuff of dreams.

Call reached in and pulled his roommate in for a big, sloppy wet kiss. Steven felt his dick literally shoot up in his pants the second Call’s scruff rubbed against his cheek. He let out a small moan as the new Call proceeded to explore his mouth with his tongue, wrapping his massive arms around Steven’s scraggly twink body and drawing him closer and closer into his warm chest.

After a good few minutes of deep kissing, Call pulled back and smiled. “I forgot to mention,” he said, “there’s still a bit of the potion on my lips, and I made sure to sneak some into your beer when you got home. You feeling anything yet?”

Steven tried to process this: was the man standing in front of him his fate as well? He stammered, suddenly excited with the prospect. “I… um… I’m not sure—“ He stopped. His voice had dropped a whole octave!

Call laughed, backing up towards the bed. “Man,” he said, “I can’t wait to see this.”

Steven started to feel it more now, his legs getting taller, his shorts filling out. He felt his chest, and noticed there was a rumbling in his pecs. “What is that—OH my god!” Everything seemed to stretch all at once, his chest, his legs, his back. Even his cock seemed now ridiculously uncomfortable in his pants. He felt his pecs inflate in his hands like two large melons, and his whole body stung as short, daddy hair began to sprout from every pore.

“GrrrrraaaAAAAAGHHH,” he bellowed as a ripping sound filled the room and Steven felt his shirt rip down the back, his back muscles growing faster than the tiny shirt could stretch. He tore off the tattered remains of his clothes to get a look at the perfectly handsome new body forming underneath. His chest mirrored Call’s structure and tonality, his belly replaced with a hairy six pack and his pecs predictably massive. He flexed his arms, and felt a euphoric surge at the sight of his biceps. It was like someone had taken a balloon and filled them up with air, but when Steven ran his new rough hands over the skin, he could tell it was 100% muscle.

He reached up to his face and felt his new daddy scruff. His beard wast quite as thick as Call’s, but it was enough to send another wave of pleasure shooting towards his dick, which was now protruding out of his skin-tight underwear.

Oh man, his dick! eagerly, Steven ripped off his shorts to look at the monster, which bobbed up and down playfully with his heavy breathing, a bit of silvery pre-cum forming at the tip. He must have been nine inches long, at least. The thought made him want to burst right then and there.

“Whoa, hold up there buddy,” Call said as if reading his mind, “daddy’s not done with you yet. Now come over here and get on your knees.”

Steven looked up at Call, his best friend, the scrawny little kid who he’d stood up for during frat pledges. The nerdy guy he’d played countless hours of video games with. But that Call was gone, and the new Call looked at him with a stern yet playful grin, beckoning him over to the bed.

As if in a trance, Steven walked over towards Call, lumbering as he got used to his new, bigger body, and dropped to his knees in front of his man, never looking away from those perfect brown eyes. He gripped the base of his leg as Call stroked the back of Steven’s head. He could smell the musk emanating from his jockstrap, he could feel the blood rush to his face as he looked up with eager eyes and said, “yes, daddy.”

“Good boy,” Call said unpacking his meat, “now suck it.”

- Path Two - 

Waking up, you’re surprised to find you feel different. Bigger… stronger… better. You wonder what’s going on and your mind flashes back to your wishes last night… could they possibly have come true? Were you one of the five? Opening your eyes, it takes them a little while to adjust but as soon as they clear, you immediately know your answer. It’s true, you aren’t anywhere you’ve seen before. Looking down at your hands, they’re bigger, the fingers more slender. You’ve seen them before, seen them fiddle with a pencil in between the fingers during lessons. They’re Luke’s hands. You marvel at them for a few seconds, before untangling yourself from the bed sheets and stumbling over to the mirror. Your muscles are much more defined, and you’re slightly shorter then you were before but with much more power in your muscles. Your dark hair is still spiked from the day before and Luke’s trademark crooked but cocky smile is in place. It’s an odd feeling, but it’s one that you’ve always dreamed of. Apparently, Luke doesn’t like pajamas, as you’re standing in his body, stark naked in front of the mirror. Or maybe it’s the fact that there’s an equally naked girl on the bed, next to where you lied seconds ago. You raise an eyebrow, you knew that Luke wasn’t a virgin, in fact most of the “cool crowd”, if not all, weren’t, but you didn’t expect to swap into his body just after he’s had sex! But hell, this is what you asked for, so you aren’t complaining. Turning back to the mirror, you check out your package and the grin comes back to your face. And the rest of your body, much more muscled, more powerful, stronger. You like what you see.

Leaving the girl in the bed, you carefully move around the room and quietly grab some boxers laid on the chair, as well as a shirt and trousers which are both in a pile on the floor. Silently slipping these on, you make sure they sit as loosely as they can against your muscle body, just as Luke usually wears it. You don’t want anyone to suspect something. Looking in Luke’s mirror, you look exactly like him as you usually see him - looking rather shabby, but still looking amazingly fit. It’s clear why all the girls like him - what he may lose in height (and he wasn’t even really short), he made up in muscle and overall coolness. Luke really did have it all - and now you do instead. This brings your thoughts to Luke - would he be at school, wearing your body or would he be too scared to leave home. How would he react? Of course, you didn’t think he’d be very happy with the exchange - who’d want to be “gayboy” David Cook if they could be popular, athletic Luke Harvey? You wonder just how he is taking it - or has he even woken up yet? You imagine he’d be exhausted after all the love- making he’d been doing the night before, by the looks of it. You wish there was time to hang around for the girl, but you really want to experience school in your new body. Making up your mind, you grab a spare piece of paper and pen from Luke’s school bag (which luckily already has all his school books in it) and scrawl a note saying “I’ll see you tonight!” and sign it - which is incredibly strange, you’d never seen his signature before, but yet by the looks of it, it could very well be his signature. It occurs to you that maybe the swap is changing your mind as well as your body - but hell, you don’t care at all! With a last look at the naked girl on the bed, still sleeping blissfully, you sling Luke’s schoolbag over your shoulder and leave the room, beginning your walk to school. Seems like school’s actually going to be interesting for once!

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As you walk - no, strut - along the road in your new body, looking rather macho, you catch the eye of a girl walking on the path of the other side of the road with her friend and smile mischievously at her. She goes bright red and looks away, chatting wildly to her friend, who looks over at you before looking away too as she sees you watching them. Once they’re behind you and out of your sight, you start to feel even more elevated - is there nothing that Luke’s body can’t get you? Popularity, girls - what next? It seems like Luke has it all. But it isn’t Luke that has it all anymore, it’s you. You continue to walk along the winding roads to school, turning each corner and crossing each road as if you did it each day. You hadn’t even noticed it before, but somehow you know what to do! Thinking back, you realize you have memories that aren’t even yours - you know when Luke’s birthday is, where he went on holiday last year and even who that girl was - Suzie, a friend of Guy’s and he’d introduced the both of you, and later on, you’d left Guy’s party for Luke’s house. As you begin to remember more, you find a smile creeping onto your face when someone suddenly grabs you from behind, ramming you up against the wall. You’re winded for a second, but you manage to sort yourself out within a second. Your attacker has his hands against your chest, holding you against the wall. With some amusement, you realize who your attacker is - it’s Luke in your old body!

His face is contorted with anger and he’s about to say something - when you push him back! You’re much stronger than he is and he stumbles into the opposite wall. In a flash, you’re pressed up against him, your lips crushed on his. He squirms and tries to pull away. After several seconds, you pull back, still holding him in place with your strong arms, and smirk. “Not your type, huh?” you say, laughing at his glare. He struggles against your grip but he can’t break free. He stares enviously at the muscular arms holding him in place. You deliberately flex them in front of his face just to add further insult. Smirking, you check him out and he notices, his eyes going wide - but he can’t help but get hard! It’s nothing compared to your new length, but the bulge in his pants is mighty obvious for you to see. He looks horror-struck, staring from it to you and back.

“Or perhaps I am, eh?” You grin devilishly and lunge in for another kiss. This time, there’s much less resistance, and he wraps his arms around your neck as you control the kiss. 

Pulling back, you grin. You didn’t want to be late for you first day in school as Luke, so you got an idea… As he came back in for a kiss, you suddenly grabbed him by the arms and hoisted him up in the air. Screaming at you to put him down, you laughed at his pitiful plead for help before in one quick motion you tossed him into one of the alleyway dumpsters. Picking up a stack of bricks, you stacked them on top of the dumpster lock. There’s no way he could get out by himself now. That should keep him out off your way for at least a few hours. Picking up your bag from the ground, you continued towards school, excited for what to come.

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Without the real Luke to disturb you, your day is vastly different from what it used to be. People are desperate to talk to you, to be seen with you. It’s a good feeling as they take in every word you say, not disagreeing at all. The lessons fly by and you don’t pay attention at all, as you spent the entire lesson talking with your new mates. Even the teachers don’t seem to care anymore, not even glancing over at you even though your group is making rather a lot of noise. But the biggest surprise of the day comes during the break period when you decide to take a piss. Breaking away from some of your friends you head to the toilets. Instead of heading into one of the cubicles as you always used to, being too embarrassed of your three inch dick, you decide to piss in the wall-mounted toilets. You can feel several eyes watching you as you take a leak. After zipping yourself up, you’re heading to splash your hands with some water when suddenly you’re grabbed from the side and thrust up against the wall, with a hand cupped around your cock and balls. After letting out a silent gasp, you calm down - it’s one of Luke’s friends, Guy, who you’d previously fantasized about swapping with. Thinking about it in retrospective, you're  that you swapped with Luke instead of Guy - Luke is certainly the more muscled and hotter of the two, not that Guy is bad by any means. He has a smirk planted across his face as his hand rubs against your crotch and your find yourself going hard. “You like that, don’t you, Lukey-boy?” he whispers. You nod, gasping for air. You’re both well aware that people are watching, so you grab him and pull him into a cubicle next to you. Shutting the door behind him, Guy immediately pounces on you, pushing you up against the wall and pulling down your trousers, revealing the tent in your boxers. He quickly pulls them down and gets to work in giving you the most thrilling experience in your life, your very first blowjob, and by God does it feel amazing!

As you climax Guy swallows every last drop of cum before pulling his head away and looking up at you with that smirk back in place. It just makes you horny all over again. Pulling back up your boxers, he notices your hardening length and smiles as he pulls your trousers over your boxers and zips them up for you. Standing up, he drops his own trousers and boxers, revealing his own erect cock. It’s still quite large, but Luke’s - no, yours - is bigger. “Right, your turn!” he says and with a wicked smile you go down. At first you’re completely stumped on what to do - when suddenly Luke’s memories start coming back to you and all the memories of Guy and Luke’s previous encounters reveal to you just how Guy likes it. With this new knowledge and a wicked grin on your face you give him the best blowjob of his life and he buckles as he comes. You drink down all his cum, before standing up and letting him pull up his own boxers and trousers. Giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder, you lean forward and give him a quick snog before pulling back, winking, and exiting the cubicle. Guy just stands there stunned.

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You start to feel strange after your encounter with Guy in the bathroom. Not strange as in ill, but your stomach just seems to be… off, really. Your new friends tell you that you look ill, and you quickly excuse yourself from fourth lesson to go to the bathroom again. Once there you look at yourself in the mirror. It’s still Luke’s reflection, but something seems to have happened. Every second your features are shifting slowly! Every second your light tan is turning into a more natural, pinkish color and your jet black hair seems to be lightening. You’re changing - but into who?! Your answer arrives a second later when Guy dashes madly into the bathroom, covering his face with his hands. He spots you and gasps, moving his hands away from his face - which shows you that he’s changing just like you are. His skin is slowly tanning, his hair getting darker and he’s losing centimeters of height but packing on a few more pounds of muscle. “It’s happening to you, too!” he gasps, sounding scared, before adding “We must be changing into each other!” It’s a very obvious thing to say, but it puts all the pieces together - something must have happened during your encounter in the bathroom that caused you to swap! You both stand in the bathroom watching the other change, and by the second you begin to look more like each other. You’re both lost for words, although Guy opens his mouth to talk several times, but no words come out. As minutes go by, you begin to lose every aspect of Luke about you - apart from the memories that had gained previously in the day - and take on Guy’s appearance. Just opposite you stands a perfect replica of Luke and the body you were in just minutes previously. You stare at each other for a few silent seconds before Guy manages to say “Wow.” and proceeding to touch his throat, stunned at the voice coming out of it.

You speak for the first time in several minutes, saying “So… what now? I don’t know how we can swap back, do you? Looks like we may be stuck this way for a while!” You stare at Guy, and for a second the both of you look rather worried, before both splitting into wide grins and embracing each other in a manly hug before crushing your lips together in a firm kiss. Pulling apart, you see that Guy’s eyes are glinting - he’s got an idea. Dashing out of the campus, you both spend the entire afternoon exploring and fucking each other’s ripped body. Of course, what Guy didn’t know was that you weren’t even the real Luke. Heh, if only he knew that the guy he was fucking around with right now was in fact the same “loser” he had bullied a day earlier! Guess this was a way for karma to reward you, as you kept thrusting hard and deep into the tight warm hole, wrecking both Guy’s mind and Luke’s ass in one go.

I was looking for Colby, it was already getting late and, in less than two hours, we should be heading to the church. I went to the bathroom and there I found my friend resting near the urinals. He was not even dressed up and there was an empty bottle of tequila on the ground. His eyes were red, and he smelled like shit, it was obvious that he was passing through a very bad moment. I approached him, but his responses were complete nonsense. He told me that he wasn’t ready to start a new life with Christa even though they have been living together for the last 2 years. It was maybe a bad idea to plan a big surprise party just one night before his big day. He was clearly drunk, and he was only going to make a ridicule of himself if he arrived at his own wedding like this.

I have known Colby for almost 10 years. We meet during a marathon, it was just a coincidence that we end up running side by side for most of the race. After we crossed the finish line, He casually invited me a beer and, since then, we have been very good friends. He was a very chill person and someone that I come to admire. He helped me when I was struggling big time and I was the one that introduced him to his soon to be wife. I was certain that this moment could ruin his life, he would never pardon himself is he left Christa waiting on the stairs of the altar. I knew that I could help him, but that also meant that I would lose everything that I have achieved until that moment. It would also meant that Colby would discover my darkest secret and I wasn’t sure if he would understand.

While I consider myself a human, deep down I know that I would never be able to completely fit in their society. The truth is that the life of a shapeshifter is very difficult as you are never able to call a place home. It may be difficult to explain, but my powers didn’t work as those depicted in the movies. I needed to touch the person which form I wanted, but once the transformation was done, I couldn’t change myself back into my previous form. I lived so many years as a doppelganger, always afraid of being discovered.  I know that it is wrong to feel like this, but I was very happy when I found that accident.

His name was Lincoln, he was a young man in his early 20’s and he completely wasted his life. His motorcycle was completely destroyed by the truck and his body rest lifeless on the middle of the street. No one survive the impact, no one hear their tragic deaths. I was the only soul there and I just saw a chance to be someone for real. I didn’t hesitate, I stepped into his persona and I have enjoyed every single moment of it. But now my friend needed my help and I knew that I needed to said goodbye to this identity. I grab Colby and we walked for several minutes until we arrived at my room at the old house. I left him resting on my bed and I slowly began to undress. I knew that I have to act quickly as the clock was ticking.

If this was going to be my last time as Lincoln, I wanted to have a memento of his life. I took several selfies on the mirror and I didn’t stop until I was sure that I have captured the essence of this African American man. I played a bit with my dick and looked for several minutes the flesh that I was going to lose. I am sure that it would be very difficult to find someone like him ever again, but I was doing this for my friend. I heard Colby mumbling and I knew that the time has come. I always traveled with some ropes, years of practice I would say. I slowly tied up him ensuring that he would not be able to have a surprise appearance during the event. I check a couple of times each knot and when I was satisfied I approached the man and grabbed his hand.

Even though I have taken the forms of hundreds of people, I would never get used to the transformation process. While it only took a couple of minutes, the pain was so intense that it felt that it took an eternity. I just screamed so hard that there was no way that the hotel staff didn’t hear me. I felt as my bones broke down as I became a couple of inches smaller. My chocolate husk began to peel of, revealing under it a lighter skin tone. I felt as needles entered my head as a nice mane quickly began to grow. I just look at myself in the mirror. I was covered by a gooey substance, but under it I knew that I was a perfect replica of Colby Duran.

I quickly hit the shower and explored my new body. I knew that I will only be like this for a short period of time, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t enjoy it. He had a smaller frame and he was less muscular than my older self. However, I couldn’t deny that he was better looking that Lincoln. It just felt good to wash his hair, to feel his lean symmetric muscles and played with his sensitive dick. I have known him for so long, but I never expect to enjoy so much to be inside his flesh. I looked at the clock and realized that I have lost a lot of time, I just run to Colby’s room and moments later I was dressed up in a nice suit and no one would doubt that I was the real groom.

The wedding just went as planned. It was a beautiful ceremony on the church and then we move to a salon at the hotel. It was a little awkward to kiss Christa in front of all that people, but I knew that I was a good actor and I was certain that I was able to pull the look of a man in love. I pose in several photos and I just feel happy through all of the event. We dance in front of all our guests and then the party started. It may have passed almost six hours until I was capable to escape and go to my room. When Colby saw me, he freaked out. It was cruel to leave him like that in the most special day of his life and I just hope that he would be able to forgive me from what I have done.

His reaction was to be expected, he called me a freak, a monster and so many other things. I tried to explain him everything, but he didn’t let me talk. It took me a while, but finally I was able to proof him that I was in reality his best friend. He was surprised by this revelation and he just began to ask a lot of questions. With every answer that I gave him, he relaxed a little bit more. It was incredible, he not only believed every single word that I told him, but he seemed to be willing to accept me even knowing that I was a shapeshifter.

“Well Lincoln… It’s really weird seeing myself” He said as he stretched his arms after several hours of being tied up.

“I am so sorry… I thought that it was the only way”

“I don’t blame you on anything. I would not lie to you, it freaks me out seeing you standing there, and I feel terrible for missing the ceremony.”

“Colby, I know that I crossed the line”

“Are you kidding? We both know Christa very well, she didn’t deserve to be left alone in the altar.  I cannot imagine how she could have felt if no one showed up. You look for her and I can only feel grateful for that. You are a good friend and I was right when I choose you as my best man”.

“So, you are not mad”

“How can I be mad, you sacrifice your own life to save mine. I am the one that should feel sorry. I just hope to be able to help you”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, but now I need to go to the party… I can still enjoy part of it”

“You want the suit”

“No, I would tell them that it got dirty or it tear apart. It’s a good excuse for my absence” He said as he took one of the several suits that I bring to the journey.

“I am so glad that you are not mad”

“Tell me Lincoln, when you took over… how fast it is”

“It’s really fast”

“And you don’t have a problem with your host?”

“No, my power puts them to sleep”

“I would go the party, you should go to studio. The one with the old photos. You know where?”

“Yes, but why?”

“My cousin came from Australia. He is also American, but he made a life there. He rarely visits, and I almost never talk to him”

“Are you saying…. But what about his family”

“Don’t worry about them… they live in Alaska, they would not be a problem. Look, I don’t want to lose my friend, we would figure everything out. At least this can be a short-term solution”.

“Ok, I will do it”

My friend then left the room and head to the party and I head to the old studio. I wait there for several minutes and I could only feel excited as I saw someone opening the door. I really enjoyed my short time as Colby, but I cannot wait to discover how I would look from now on.

Here comes another one by “Curious”, and it’s a two-parter! I did change the ages a little bit, but nothing too drastic. Planning to post part two tomorrow! /Verus

Justin was your typical 16-year-old: slightly awkward, a few zits now and then, and with an occasional crack in his voice. As he began his journey into manhood, was left confused with no male role-model in his life to teach him how to do the things that every boy should know how to do. Like how to flirt with girls… It had always just been him and his mum, and he loved her dearly but he always secretly wished he could have a father-figure; someone to look up to and learn from, to take him fishing or camping once in a while.

It was a typical, summery day, as Justin sat in his backyard reading when he saw a moving truck pull up in front of the vacant house next door. The last neighbour was some old man who had always creeped Justin out so he made sure to avoid going over there or talking with the previous tenant at all costs; even to the point of sprinting to the corner past the house to the bus stop. It wasn’t until a couple months ago when the old man had passed away that Justin finally began to relax, and he was hopeful that the new neighbours would have a friend his age, or at the very least, be some-what “normal”. Justin heaved a sigh of relief when he saw a man about his mid-20’s come around the other side of the truck; their eyes met and the guy gave a friendly smile and waved. 

Justin not entirely sure how to react felt a rush in his chest as he had never had to interact with a man before… Well, there were a few of his teachers but even then he didn’t really talk with them unless he absolutely had to. Due to his sub-conscious bitterness at not having a father, he had grown to hate adult men as a whole.    

He quickly waved back and closed his book and began to rush back inside when he heard a call, 

“Hey bud, you wanna come give me a hand?” Justin cringed, it was the stranger… 

Being too nice to say no he put his book down before turning around and making his way over towards the stranger. The stranger gave him a pat on the back, 

“Thanks dude, I just need some help carrying some of this into the house, I’m not really sure where I’m putting everything yet so just go ahead and bring it in and set it wherever there’s room.”

Justin nodded, hm… he seemed nice enough but Justin still had his guard up… he just couldn’t bring himself to relax around him just yet. He stacked a couple of boxes on top of each other and went to pick it up and let out a grunt when he realized it was too heavy, but being too embarrassed he kept trying and his face began to flush with color when he heard the guy chuckle. 

“You don’t have to get it all at once, y’know?” 

“Yeah, thanks.”

Justin lightened his load and cursed that he had not spent more time in the gym; not that he would know how to work anything in there anyways. His embarrassment only grew when he saw that this man was carrying not just twice what he was, but four-times as much weight. Justin admired the neighbour’s arms, not quite knowing which muscle was which, but wishing he could have arms as muscular as his soon-to-be-neighbour’s. He stepped into the house and a shiver went up his spine and he began to get frightened when the neighbour patted him on the back 

“Relax buddy, it’s just a house.”

He smiled… Such a warm smile. Justin relaxed a little and put the box down in the next room over. Justin was a little surprised to see the previous tenant’s belongings were still in the house. He heard a thud as the guy put down another box 

“I’m not really sure what to do with all this stuff, guess this guy had no family or nothing.”

Justin nodded. 

“Name’s Richard by the way.” he extended his hand and slowly Justin reached for it.

“Justin.” 

“Nice to meet you bud.” 

Justin began to relax and as they moved the stuff into the house they talked and Justin was entranced by Richard’s stories; he seemed to travel a lot, was very successful in his business, and a lot of other impressive things, but above all else he was still single which surprised Justin a little, but he thought no less of Richard and by the time they were done it was already nightfall.

“Oh, I have to get going.” Justin sighed; he was enjoying Richard’s company. 

“You can come back tomorrow if you want, I’ll probably need some help moving the stuff that isn’t mine.” Justin nodded excitedly. 

And so it went for the next couple weeks of the summer. Justin was spending every free moment at Richard’s house, who had taught him how to throw and catch a football, and even taken him to the gym a couple times. It was just another day in the life as they sat there watching football on Richard’s TV. He seemed very quiet and in thought and Justin wanted to ask him what was wrong but just as he was going to ask Richard had dozed off. Justin was sitting next to him and closed his eyes too and before he knew it he was sleeping and he woke up laying on Richard’s side; and it just felt peaceful, he wished he could stay like that forever. 

He looked at the time and rushed home, it was a little before his curfew and he rushed as quickly and quietly as he could back home and fortunately his mother hadn’t disciplined him for being a couple minutes late. The next day Justin arrived about the usual time and Richard answered but seemed a little distant.

 “Hey Justin, you like the time you spend with me right?” Justin smiled 

“Of course I do.”

“Well, I’m about to tell you a secret but you have to promise not to tell anyone, or think any different of me okay, bud?” Justin began to get excited, he was proud that Richard trusted him with his secrets. 

“I promise.” And with that Richard began to lead Justin up to the attic.

“Well, I hadn’t been up here until a couple days ago and there were a lot of strange books… They were all in latin so I didn’t understand them at first but I began translating some of them… and they’re spell books.” Justin exhaled a sharp breathe; no wonder he had always gotten such creepy vibes from the old man.

“And well,” Richard continued “I was wondering if you’d be willing to try one with me?”

Justin was scared but he didn’t want to disappoint Richard so he agreed, and Richard smiled and ruffled Justin’s hair.

“Well, this one seems to be a body swap spell, and I just wanted to try it with you, just to be young again for a couple days, not really have to work hard but just to relax. I promise I’ll switch right back with you.”

Justin didn’t believe it worked but unable to think of anything else to say he just asked what he was supposed to do. 

“Well, We just sit across from each other on top of this symbol,” he gestured to the book and Justin saw what appeared to be a circle with some strange symbols in it. Justin nodded. 

“and I just recite this chant, see? Not scary at all, right?” he smiled that warm smile again and Justin’s guard was instantly melted again so he nodded and waited for Richard to draw it. After a couple minutes it was ready. 

“Ready, bud?” Justin nodded and walked towards the circle 

“Let’s see” Richard looked at the book “you sit here, and I sit… here” and he sat across from Richard. 

Richard placed the book in the center of the circle between them as he began to recite the words from it Justin felt a tingling feeling across his skin, followed by a compression everywhere and his head began to buzz and the last thing he saw was Richard’s smiling face before he passed out. 

It was dark outside when he awoke and he felt different… a lot taller, and more muscular, and his hair felt different. He raised his hands and saw how much bigger they were than his own, and he stood up and lost his balance, unused to being in such a big body he slowly made his way down to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and he gasped when he saw Richard’s surprised expression staring back. He ran his hand across the stubble on his face; something he wasn’t used to. He removed his shirt and was a little surprised by the hair there, but he smiled and was kind of happy to be so grown-up. His pants felt a little uncomfortable and he remembered, he was in a more matured body, and so his package was probably a lot bigger. He smiled and undid his pants and got quite the shock after his pants dropped to the floor; he saw the beast that was wanting to get out!

He smiled happily to himself unsure of what else to do, he went to Richard’s room and not hearing anything in the house, he decided Richard must have went back ‘home’ in his body. He looked over and saw Richard’s cigarettes, Richard didn’t smoke often but Justin was curious what it was like and he picked it up like he saw Richard do a couple times, and was a little surprised when he lit it and inhaled as if he’d done it his whole life. Must have been his muscle memory or something? He got to thinking about his package again and he reached into Richard’s no… his boxers and began to feel it. 

So strange how much bigger it was, and as he began to fondle it he let out a gasp at the pleasure running through his body as his dick began to harden. He nearly lost it when he saw how big it was once it grew to its full size! It was well beyond his belly button when he raised it up to really look at it.

He was wondering if it would ever get that size when he noticed something on top of the TV… a movie with a xxx rating and he smiled mischievously to himself as he decided to enjoy all of his new adult privileges he popped it into the DVD player and was a little surprised when it was two guys in the porno, but something about his new body really liked that and instinctively he reached for his rod and began to massage it when he saw a bottle of some sort not too far from the tv, he read the label and saw “lube”. Once again his muscle memory took control as he opened it and generously squeezed some onto his now rock-hard cock and he began moaning as the sensation he was feeling before had increased by a lot more. He wondered why it had never felt this amazing in his own body, but decided it must be something to do with how matured this body was. His loins began to build pressure as he began to pump faster and he fought to keep from cumming, biting his lip, and as his muscles started to tense he couldn’t hold it anymore before he blew his load all over his new body.

I took a sip out of my mug and instantly spit it out onto the street below. “Still gotta get used to this little shit’s tastes. Can’t believe he doesn’t like coffee.”

I was a con man renowned for my skills in “blending into the crowd.” Usually, that meant using others as a means to achieve my ends, but this time I needed a permanent solution. My last con didn’t go over so well and I needed a quick swap because my current body was… less than satisfactory. Let’s just say this guy’s body wasn’t cutting it and, being in Milan, I knew I’d find some type of substitute to hide in for awhile.

That’s when I met Luca Dal Santo, Italy’s biggest male model. Such a stud. A bit bony for my taste but being a world renowned model had its perks, like money for one thing.

Sneaking into Versace’s Fall ‘19 show, I found my way in the dressing rooms where all the models congregated. So much potential, but while scoping out the merchandise, some hulking mass pulled me away from the doorway and continued to drag me away from the show. “Va via, molestatore!” A booming voice from the massive man leading me, more like forcing me, out. Well, at least he’s my type.

I lunged into him et voila! I looked down and felt the strength of the muscles under this beast’s black suit. Oof, maybe I’ll stay in this stud before I transition haha. I flexed a bit and felt up my pecs under my dress shirt. Fuck this man was jacked. I felt two arms cradle me from behind, a boner nestling by my ass as someone gently hugged me.

“Guillaume, mia leale guardia. Where did you go?” I turned around to see Luca standing there, clearly turned on as his boner begged for release. Concerned, he peaked around to ensure the coast was clear and, assured that we were alone, gracefully leaned in and gently kissed me, his lips like two clouds ever so soft and light. Hormones flowing, I groped his engorged rod, earning a slight whimper from my model friend.

“Not here, my sweet. The show is over and we need to go back to the hotel. I have some time before la festa stasera. Let’s hurry, my sweet, and we can explore one another’s lush valleys.” He whispered into my ear as his soft hands made there way from my taut torso to my lengthening manhood. This boy knew how to get this body going, but tonight was going to be a whole new experience.

Speeding down the avenues like a cheetah, we got to the hotel, where Luca decided to tease me by stripping off… each… article… of… clothing. My mouth was practically watering as he taunted me, shaking his bubble butt in my face, daring me to desire him. He gently pushed me down to the bed, but with my current mesmerized state, I instantly fell down onto my back. He giggled and whispered into my left ear, “mia forte guardia, non sei exccitata?” I could only nod and moan as he nipped at my neck. He stripped me down to my briefs. This being my first time seeing my new host’s body in its entirety, I instinctively flexed and felt up my bulging biceps, cupping my broad pecs as Luca curiously watched.

“Haha! Don’t act that way, my sweet! You’re just making me want you more!” He rubbed my pecs down to my six pack, all of which covered in a forest of black hair. Leaning back and flexing my biceps, Luca giggles and finally stripped out of his briefs, taking mine down with him and he proceeded to suck, suck, suck, suck, s-suck… suck, suck, fuck. His mouth was so moist, his lips so soft, his sucking so sensitive. I almost came before he pulled away with nothing on his lips, not even pre. This boy really did know this body well. “My sweet, I want you to take me. Harder than before. Today was such a triumph at the show! Let’s celebrate!” He beckoned to me as he positioned himself over my wet cock, ever so slowly and gently pushing his hole down onto my girthy length. His whimpers activated something in me, a guttural, primal urge to fuck this Italian angel into oblivion. I took hold of his hips and deftly thrusted into him, his soft hands tightly holding onto my pecs as each thrust explored farther into his sensitive cavern. Luca’s gasps became pleasured filled moans, encouraging me to go harder… harder… harder.

He leaned down, his flexibility sending more hormones across my body as we made out as we thrusted and thrusted. His mouth tasted of caramel. “My sweet, I’m close,” he managed to get out in between his guttural moans. I flipped us around, putting his lithe legs onto my shoulders as I thrusted deeper and deeper. His eyes no longer visible as they tightened by the pressure and pleasure of our love making. With each thrust, his hole tightened around my rod, driving me into an insane passion. Suddenly, a heavenly liquid sprayed across my musclebound body. He came. Leaning back into the bed, he continued to moan as I edged closer to my own end when…

“AHHHHH!” I came in a fury of hormone filled passion. His eyes widened as he felt my seed leak into his widened hole.

“My sweet… quanto celeste!” He whimpered our as I pulled out, leaning into him, allowing his own seed to coat his tight midsection. We made out a bit more before I finally enacted my plan while we engaged in a pleasure induced slumber. Pulling out of Guillaume, I marveled at the bodyguard’s hulking body, his abs rising and falling with the best of his breaths. In one quickly movement, I pushed myself into Luca. Spent and exhausted, Luca was no match as I quickly gained control of the male model’s delicate features, contorting them into a devilish grin. Caressing my now smaller, but nonetheless defined and toned torso, I relished in the soft feel of his skin. This boy’s never had to work with his hands. All he needs to do is look pretty, take good photos, walk on a runway, and get his hole fucked hard for the coins. I can definitely do that. Guillaume’s body turned to me and began to spoon me, causing soft moans to spew out of my body. Turned on and awakened, Guillaume proceeded to hump my back while making out with me, his tongue exploring my defenseless mouth. “Ancora, my sweet?” He nodded and we made love once again, now from a new, and arguably better perspective. Guillaume, my sweet, was a beast in bed, and now this life was all mine.