This crew is just too good. It's yet the third of them I try this evening. I think it get's suspicious to act like 'I'm' leaving before I slip into the next one.
“URRGH, fuck, Lee’s tight…” Tyrell said in a voice that was higher than his own but by no means shrill, his body still glistening with sweat from their recent fuck session. He kept flexing and unflexing and squeezing Lee’s right pec, trying to make it jiggle or budge or something, but it wouldn’t. “Seriously, must be 0% body fat. Like, dude, have a piece of cake.”
“Well if he ate cake whenever he wanted wouldn’t he wouldn’t be one of the top players on the soccer team, would he?” clarified Rosa in a voice much much deeper than her normal voice, not taking her eyes off the laptop, hacked into Owen’s facebook timeline. Was it technically hacking if she was browsing the timeline using the owner’s body? She wasn’t prepared to think about the digital ethics of it all, nor did she care much about it either.
She looked back at Owen’s ass and back at Tyrell with a smirk, “How did he measure up?”
Tyrell cocked his head back and forth, as if weighing his response in his mind, “Well… an ass is an ass. Nice and tight, but, again, an ass.”
Rosa raised Owen’s eyebrows and shrugged, getting back to her work on Owen’s facebook timeline.
“JOKING, Rosa, I’m joking. That was one of the best rides I’ve gotten in my life. Nah, you were great,” Tyrell said cringing a little, feeling weird saying that to as close of a friend as Rosa. That’s a post-fuck complement, something friends don’t usually exchange. “What I’m most impressed with is Lee’s tool, I mean, just…”
Still sitting on the bed, he swung his hips side to side, Lee’s still-hard dick slapping rhythmically against either thigh.
“Dude’s massive. How can he run around the field with this thing?” he asked with genuine curiosity, admiring Lee’s lengthy, slightly curved dick.
“Jockstrap,” answered Rosa matter-of-factly, not taking her eyes from the computer, typing away. Tyrell tipped his head back in understanding. Rosa thought about her next question a little bit, then figured why not just ask it: “Aren’t you like…. big too? Like aren’t y’all supposed to-”
“Is that an ‘all black men have big dicks’ comment?” Tyrell snapped with some humor.
“Well?! Answer the question!”
“That’s a radicalized stereotype, Miss Junior Activist,” they both laughed a little at Rosa’s hypocrisy. “But to answer, no. I definitely have more girth than him, but this dude’s length is damn impressive. Like a fucking tripod. Anyways, how did I measure up?”
“Dude, fucking incredible, you already know that.” Rosa looked back with a smile and Tyrell blushed in Lee’s body, dipping his head into his shoulders.
Rosa typed Owen’s computer a few more keys and hit enter one final time, closing the laptop, her work completed. She turned and leaned onto her side (or Owen’s side), propping her head into her hand.
“He said he’s on his way…” she said with a smile and a hint of self-satisfaction.
“Icon of digital sleuthing. You’re a natural at this!”
Bearing Owen’s pearly teeth in a wide grin, Rosa closed Owens eyes and shook her head, basking in an imaginary spotlight.
Tyrell looked down at Owen’s flaccid cock and played with it a bit, feeling it begin to chub up. Rosa gasped and bit her lip in Owen’s body.
“Want to give it a go? Try pounding ass with a thick dick for the first time?” Tyrell offered.
Rosa gripped her cock as it rushed full of blood at the offer, tugged it slightly, and considered it for a moment… “Eeh, maybe later, thanks. Plus, we should save ourselves. We have like 10 minute max before the real fun begins.”
I came home to my roommate Simon sitting on the couch, again. He couldn't hold down a job to save his life. I can only imagine the current excuse.
"Dammit Simon" I yelled "what the fuck happened this time?"
"Bro I swear it wasn't my fault" he tried telling me while making himself the victim. Some story how the boss hated him. Yada yada yada bullshit.
Simon was a very VERY good looking man and could get a job doing anything if he had a better personality. Which got me thinking.
"Simon you know rents due in a few days" I said
"Dude" he said "I dont have it. Is there anyway you can cover me?"
Good, plan working so far
"I can do it" I told him " but you will pay me back"
"Dude as soon as I get a job" he said relieved.
"No" I said "right now"
He looked up at me with a repulsed look on his face "Dude I know your gay but im not sleeping with you for rent"
Ha.....we will see
"No" I said " I need your body"
"My body?" He said confused
"I need you to say that you give me permission to possess your body for the whole weekend."
"Dude is this some stupid paranormal witchy bullshit?" He said "you know i dont believe in it"
"OK, dont believe in it. But if you say it ill give you rent money you dont have to pay me back" I said to him..
It took several minutes and repeating it to him to convince him but I finally had him
"Whatever Bro" he said " I give you permission to possess my body for the weekend, but I'm telling you this is stup..."
I cut him off. I spoke the words I knew for possession I had learned and went to touch him. With a flash I was sucked into him. His body began to convuls as I aligned myself inside him, becoming him and taking over.
"Damn bro" I said with Simon's build " it feels good to be you"
I began to play with my new body. He was definitely bigger than I was, in multiple ways.
After several minutes I was in. I looked down at my now bigger muscle build
I sat and ate some pizza as I decided what I wanted to do as him. It didnt take long for me to decide. I had been getting hard in this body for a while and I knew just what I wanted.
"Simon" I said " I hope you can see and hear all of this because im about to make you very gay"
I downloading all the gay apps to his phone and started messaging guys
This guy thought Simon was hot. He wanted to have his way with him. And away he shall.
"Well Simon i hope all of this was worth the rent. Because let me tell you it is way worth it to me. You can ask for rent anytime if this is what I get"
I was very excited and very aroused about this weekend. The doorbell rang.
"Well time to go let our hookup in. He promises to give you and I a real fun time. Hope you enjoy the gay sex as much as I do Simon"
One of the reasons I love bodysuits is it affords me the opportunity to take a walk in someone else’s shoes. With Josh, I especially wanted to get in his shoes.
He had such a wide collection and he loved to show it off. What I liked about his shoes was how worn they were. It showed me a guy who wasn’t afraid to get dirty.
He also sold pictures of his feet for others to jack off to. If I played my cards right, I could do the same in his body.
I caught him in the gym as he was distracted while taking the aforementioned photos. I injected him with the bodysuit serum right in his bicep as he was flexing.
Now that his body belongs to me, I am free to take a walk in his shoes. I’m excited to do it. I think I’m going to get so much enjoyment out of his body.
Rowan was a good Grindr lay. I had so much fun, I decided to keep him as a souvenir. What better to remember him by than keeping his meatsuit for myself?
I’ve just put on a freshly harvested cowboy. I can’t wait to live his life. I feel so powerful and manly in his flesh. My body has already transformed to his frame now that I am sealed in. but the transformation won’t be complete until I get on my boots.
I just slipped into Mark’s freshly harvested body. I looked so good. I thought I would take a picture to capture my first impression. He’s tall, tattooed fit, and Latino. What’s not to love?
Before the Oasis Resort opened there gilded doors to hundreds of gay men, VOID Tech had already swapped hundreds of bodies developing the Protocol Machine.
Can i borrow your bod for a few days >.> ideally if you live someplace warm... thanks... i need out of the snow ty ty.
CORPUS, Inc (All Inclusive) - Tired Of The Snow
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CORPUS, Inc (All Included) - Tired Of The Snow
« Thank you for trusting CORPUS, Inc. The number one company for making your dreams come true, in the body of your dreams, wait a moment. »
You heard this while waiting in the company's "offices" waiting room, although in reality, the place had more of a travel agency vibe mixed with an airport terminal, with subdued colors and a few travel posters for different destinations around the world, featuring some eye-catching bodies, as if that would help you decide which destination to take.
Your gaze lingered for a moment, taking in all the posters advertising paradise destinations. Places like Hawaii, Costa Rica, Australia, great destinations in Latin America, and even some beach areas in the United States seemed tempting, as did the bodies...
Damn, all those tans looked good, the sculpted bodies, the hard pecs, feet sinking into the sand, the sun bathing their skin, mingling with the sensation of the sea breeze. You felt a flutter in your stomach before the representative called your name, indicating that you could enter.
He was a young guy, no more than twenty-two, with a neat hairstyle and a somewhat average appearance, dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and ankle boots.
— Welcome – he smiled slyly and began typing a few things on his computer, glancing back at you to continue typing important information on the screen. It seemed important – Do you already have a destination in mind? Would you like any suggestions? – His hand slid smoothly to reach for some flyers, placing them in front of you.
Destinations like Rome, New York, London, even Tokyo, though you felt that wasn't really what you wanted. You were fed up with the rainy or somewhat cold weather; it had been a damn endless winter, with snowfalls and temperatures hovering below freezing. It was fun, for a while, not when you were slipping on the ice on the sidewalk every day of the week. You shuffled the papers in front of you again until you saw something that caught your eye.
— How about this one?
— A fantastic destination, sir – The guy nodded with some excitement, resuming his typing – I'll check if there are any bodies for rent in that area. There probably are; the summer promotions are amazing. Will it be a body swap or possession? Possessions increase the availability of slots for our hosts; a body swap would only close the door to those hosts who wish to travel to this part of the world, even though the price is cheaper.
You hesitated a bit at the prices before you, even though you had been saving like crazy since CORPUS, Inc. launched. It was something you wanted and longed for, not just a weekend or even a whole week, you wanted a month in a paradise destination, far from the snow and recurring colds.
— It will be a possession tour.
— Perfect! I think I have some options you'll quite like – He picked up the computer and turned it toward you. The moment you saw him, you knew exactly who you wanted to be – The transfer process can be done right here, just in another wing of the building. How about today for your “flight” date?
In less than a blink, you were already seated in a kind of capsule, resembling an MRI machine, with wires, electrodes, and machines constantly monitoring your pulse and other vital signs. Your former sales representative was replaced by a medical team moving about until the room gradually emptied. You could see a large window at the front, overlooking another room where someone was sitting.
— Hey, hi. Is everything alright in there?
— I feel like I'm in a medical exam – you murmured with a slightly awkward smile.
— Don't worry, everything will be fine. After all, your trip starts today, aren't you excited?
— Nervous.
— That's normal for the first time. We usually use a viewer and a neural transmitter for possessions, but because of the distance to the destination and the length of time you'll be inside our host, it's best to have full coverage of those things – the man's voice relaxed you a little, although you were still… tense – Let me quickly explain the process. Your body will stay here for the necessary time, with water and food to prevent complications and require care, while your consciousness inhabits the body of… Davi? Yes, Davi. At the end of your stay, you'll need to repeat the same process at our facilities there so your mind can return without any problems. Is everything clear?
— Yes, yes. Everything's clear.
— Perfect, then, let's proceed. You're not afraid of enclosed spaces, are you?
You were about to answer when you heard the machine activate. What looked like a lid rose from the side and moved upward, closing like a sarcophagus. You nervously closed your eyes, hoping it would all be over soon. A mechanical noise whirred against you, your heart pounded, and you shook your head. You wanted to move to stop the process, but a blow to your chest snapped you out of it. The pain was sharp and burning, like you'd been propelled backward.
All the sensations around you had completely vanished. There was no noise, no wires, no… You slowly opened your eyes to find a black void, as black as the space around you. You swallowed.
— Uh… Hello? Can anyone hear m-?
Another force grabbed your shoulders and pulled you as if you were on a high-speed roller coaster mixed with a giant swing. Everything around you moved, transforming into colorful lights that violently whipped you back to the ground.
When you opened your eyes again, you were shaken, everything felt like it was spinning, you felt so dizzy. The space around you was bright, white as a pearl, your retinas ached from looking at it directly.
— Senhor? O senhor consegue me ouvir? O senhor está bem?
— What?... Me?... Uh… – You could hear someone speaking, but you didn't understand anything; it was another language. Your head throbbed, your ears popped for a moment, as if you were suddenly transported to sea level.
— Você consegue me ouvir? Você consegue me entender? – You opened your eyes, confused. The language that had felt so strange a second ago finally felt familiar. You nodded, incredulous.
— Eu... eu entendo, porra! – You burst out laughing as you felt your tongue moving in another language, sticking to the roof of your mouth and teeth in a way you weren't used to. You even had to instinctively catch it between your teeth, laughing like a maniac. And things “got worse” when you looked down and were met with firm pecs, tanned skin, and a sculpted body.
A few more routine formalities and procedures, and you were ready to go out into the world with your new identity, Davi. Where had you chosen to go? Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
It was basically on the other side of the world, but damn! Ever since you saw the flyer, you knew it was what you wanted: beach, sand, and ocean, the sun shining in all its glory, the palpable summer atmosphere everywhere you looked, and tight swimsuits.
And your huge, muscular body matched perfectly, with those thick, soft pecs – you were getting addicted to playing with them, ha. How could someone be so muscular? It was nothing like your old body, not a single part. Your thighs were like tree trunks! Your feet were gigantic, and your ass? For God's sake, that was the best part, the wet swimsuits sticking together and rubbing like a perverted glare at you.
Or the scent, damn! So spicy and acidic, mixed with a good cologne, it just blew your mind. This guy had it all. You couldn't wait to explore the rest of the city, the nightlife, other men to have fun with… You were getting "excited" just thinking about it. But for the moment, you were content lying on the beach, the sand sticking to your skin like you were being breaded. The sun felt perfect, yes…
It truly was the best investment of your life. Nothing could go wrong, right?
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The lake house weekend was supposed to be relaxing, but Jake had always been the one who got everything. Older, taller, broader, the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. Right now he was sprawled lazily on the boat, shirtless under the bright sun, blue checkered swim trunks riding low on his hips. His muscular chest rose and fell slowly, abs glistening with sweat, thick arms folded behind his head.
His younger brother, Ethan, had been watching him for years with quiet jealousy. This time, Ethan had come prepared. An old family ring he’d found in the attic, one that allowed a single body swap. While Jake napped deeply on the boat, Ethan slipped the ring on and focused.
The swap was instant.
Jake’s eyes fluttered open, but it was no longer Jake looking out of them. Ethan was now in control of his older brother’s powerful body.
The sensation hit him like a drug. Jake’s body was heavy, warm, and incredibly strong. Ethan sat up slowly, feeling the power in the broad shoulders and thick arms. He ran Jake’s large hands down the muscular chest, squeezing the firm pecs, tracing the deep grooves of his abs, then sliding lower to grope the thick bulge growing in the swim trunks.
“Fuck…” Ethan groaned in Jake’s deep, smooth voice. It sounded filthy coming from his brother’s mouth.
He stood up on Jake’s strong legs and walked to the edge of the boat, staring at the reflection in the water. Broad shoulders, hairy chest, perfect summer tan. Ethan flexed one arm, watching the bicep peak, then bounced the heavy pecs just because he could.
His new cock was rock hard.
Ethan shoved the blue trunks down, letting Jake’s thick cock spring free. He wrapped the strong hand around it and began stroking, slow at first, then faster, while the other hand explored, squeezing the heavy balls, reaching back to tease the tight ass. The sun on Jake’s skin, the gentle rock of the boat, the sheer size and power of the body, it was overwhelming. Ethan came hard within minutes, thick ropes of cum shooting across the boat deck as he moaned loudly in Jake’s voice, hips thrusting into his own fist.
Panting and covered in sweat, Ethan smeared the load across Jake’s abs with a satisfied grin. He pulled the trunks back up, lay down in the exact same relaxed position Jake had been in, and folded the thick arms behind his head.
I stand frozen in the pulsing crowd, heart hammering in a chest that isn’t mine anymore, lost and afraid.. but then I see him… the man who caused all this to happen… the man wearing my face…
My own face, my own curly hair, my own body… currently pressed up against some random dude, tongues down each other’s throats like they’re trying to devour one another. The guy who stole my body has one hand possessively gripping the back of the other man’s neck, the other sliding down to squeeze my own ass like he owns it.
He pulls back just enough to look straight at me, straight at the body he left me in, and smirks with my mouth.
Then he leans in again and kisses the other guy even harder, moaning loudly in my voice like he’s putting on a show just for me.
I want to scream. I want to punch him. But all I can do is stand here in this stranger’s skin, feeling my stolen cock twitch against my will as I watch my own body get used like a cheap slut in the middle of the dancefloor.
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