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RENT MONEY

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"

mentobein2

In His Shoes

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.

mentobein2

Rowan

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?

mentobein2

Putting On My Boots

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.

mentobein2

Mark

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?

switchinspirals

Protocol Zero: Episode 1 Test Subject 201

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.

possesseddesiress

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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@swapsrus

swapsrus

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.

This body felt far too good to ever give back.

swapsrus

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.

goonerbiscuts

Recon at the Fortress of Meropide

(Reader Request)

"Hey Dupond! Quit slacking off! We have a quota to fill."

"Uh, right away, sir!"

I grumble, continuing to slave away at the machine using my freakishly long human arms. My sweat has completely soaked through my shirt, showcasing my round belly. This work is just so unbecoming of an Abyss Mage such as myself, but it's all worth it for the sake of my mission.

I was sent to Fontaine for a mission to infiltrate their stupid society. Every scout of the Abyss Order is given just a small fraction of our Lector's power over the Leylines. With it, we can extract memories from the ley lines to assume the forms and identities of whomever we desire. Dupond is just another one of the identities that I assumed. As a guard of the Palais Mermonia, he had all the necessary permissions to gather information, but he's just not interesting enough to evade suspicions. Alas, I got too close when snooping around their classified documents. They never actually saw me ruffling about, but I was charged with trespassing after being seen on the kameras.

At first I thought this to be a setback, but shortly after being sentenced, I realized the potential of my situation.

Over the course of my brief stay here, I've memorized every guard's schedule. In just a few minutes, there will be a blind spot right next to the entrance to the central tower.

I wipe away the sweat from my mustache before finding a spot behind some pipes. Today is the day Wriothesley is showing about some new prisoners. Before long, the warden exits the tower, and I sneak through the metal doors behind him.

Inside the tower is a spiral staircase leading up to the warden's office. I make my way up to the top. The circular room is lit by a large skylight opening to the ocean depths. An ornate desk faces the entrance. Behind it is a plush red chair, and a giant version of the duke's seal is on the wall behind it. There are multiple bookshelves around the area, with one housing a large closet.

There we go.

I open the doors of the closet, where a little something catches my eye. A loose red tie.

I clutch it in my hands like a priceless jewel. A grin makes its way across my face as I begin to focus on rewriting the reality of the ley lines. My pudgy gut recedes to make way for a chiseled six-pack. At the same time, my muscles begin growing into a body molded by years of scrappy combat as battle scars spread across my body. My face becomes clean shaven, and my features sharpen into those of a man in his late 20s. A mop of short, black, messy hair drapes over my face, and my outfit changes to one more becoming of a duke. My prison uniform turns into a crisp double-breasted vest with grey trousers. Black bandages wrap themselves around my arms and neck. After the transformation completes, I am the spitting image of the Duke. I grab a piece of my new ass, squeezing it with awe. Then my new memories come flooding in, filling my head with the formative years of the young duke to help me pass successfully.

This is the perfect position to gather intel. The Duke knows all the ins and outs of the place, and holds some very powerful connections. I chuckle. Those fools are all none the wiser that their trusted confidant is actually working for the enemy.

Hmmmm. I was going to wait for a bit to ambush the Duke in his own office, but now that we have some time to ourselves...

With a swift yank with my toned arms, the Duke's trousers are pulled down, and both of the Duke's prized possessions fall out. The Duke has a slight above-average size topped with a bush of dark hair, but his girth is anything but. The width of the member is only enhanced by a silver ring around its base, and it seems that the Duke still has his foreskin untouched. The head just barely peeks out, covered by a hood of skin.

I grip my member with my hand and begin to move it up and down in the middle of the room. At the same time, I pinch one of his nipples and play with it, providing dual stimulation. With every pump, the sensitive head is momentarily exposed to the balmy sea air, before the hood slides smoothly back over it. The wet squelch of the skin sliding against skin echoes across the tower.

As I pleasure myself in the middle of the room, I look up at the waters above. All of this is under my jurisdiction now. This body, and the rest of this Fortress, is now in service to the true masters of this world.

I continue to jerk off indiscriminately. Every time I feel myself coming closer, I stop just before it does. In a vicious cycle of gooning and edging, I can feel my seed accumulate, just waiting to be released.

Then I hear a voice from behind me.

"Stop right there! Who are you, and why do you look like me?"

I turn around, hand still wrapped around my cock.

Wriosthesly stands at the entrance to the room with his gauntlets raised, clearly shocked at the sight before him. I chuckle. "Oh? I was going to save this for later, but now's a good time too."

I grab one of the spare hats I stole from the Guard's Office and fling it onto the Duke's head before he has a chance to respond.

"What the?"

Instantly, the transformation starts. His face changes to that of a young officer fresh out of the program. His hair shortens to a standard short cut, and his features soften. His uniform is changed to a standard guard uniform, a black high-collared coat over brown pants. His scars fade, but his physique remains the same as before. His chest fills out the coat erotically, just barely kept in by a few buttons, and his ass stretches out the pants from behind. It would be a waste to let that body go to waste, so I arranged a whole new identity for the former Duke.

He is now a fresh new recruit named Caspar. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but willing to serve his superiors to the fullest. I've already prepared the necessary documents to prove his existence, and with my newfound authority, I can ensure they are processed without question.

The former Duke is dazed, gripping his head as his data is forcibly overwritten.

"Urghh my head...where am I...Oh! Sorry, my Duke. I didn't mean to interrupt you.", stammers Wriothesley, apologetically flustered at the thought of disrupting his superior's quality time.

"It's no trouble at all, Caspar. Actually, I think I have a task for you."

Wriothesley's eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be furiously wagging.

"Really?"

I lead the oaf to my desk and set myself on the chair, directing him to kneel in front of me.

"I've been a little stressed lately. It'd be a big help if you could help me... blow off some steam."

I hold up my cock in front of his face.

"Just put this in your mouth and move up and down. And watch the teeth."

Wriothesley nods, and gingerly positions it in his mouth, then starts to move back and forth.

"Ahhh, that's the stuff."

Wriothesley enthusiastically sucks on his former cock, determined to make himself useful. His eyes look up at me with a cute expression, trying to read my face. I can feel his warm mouth fill with slobber with a little bit of it dribbling down my balls. The sight of this big bumbling oaf trying his best to service me is just too adorable. It's hard to even imagine that he was ever the boss of this complex. Now his purpose is to just be my little lapdog.

Feeling the moment approaching, I grab Wriothesley's head and pull him in closer until his nose is buried deep in my bush. Then all of the pent-up seed shoots out directly into his throat. Wriothesley gags, but a calm "Stay" allows him to keep his composure.

I dislodge my cock from his throat, and he collapses onto the side of my thigh, panting as he catches his breath. I give him a few scritches under his chin, to which he responds well.

"Were you satisfied with that, sir?"

"Of course. You did a very good job. If you do me a favor, can you keep this one between the two of us? I would hate to see the others get jealous. It can just be our special thing."

"Yes Sir! I won't let you down."

Caspar gets up to go back to his post, a little spot of cum still on his pecs.

Similarly, I start putting back on Wriothesly's garments. When my masters eventually overthrow this stupid nation, they can count on me to do their bidding, but for now I have to keep up appearances.

obeymfsaalphas-deactivated20260

Elastagion: The Infected

Elastagion (noun): the transmission or spread of spandex fetishism through direct or indirect contact.

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“Morning sunshine.”

Jonny shielded his eyes playfully as he rotated himself underneath the sheets.

“Ah, my eyes!”

“It’s not that bright outside,” Romeo scoffed.

“Yeah but those pale buttocks of yours are blinding.”

Jonny smirked, watching Romeo’s face twist humorously.

“You had a lot of nice things to say last night when you had your face in it,” Romeo retorted.

Jonny pulled himself up. “My hunger made me delusional.”

They both smiled, knowing that they had enjoyed last night’s adventure. They had both met at some giant rave with the usual fare: bouncing lights and scantily glad homosexuals like themselves. Jonny had come with a group of his friends, all twinkish in size and scale.

Roughly halfway through the evening, Jonny felt a pair of eyes latch onto him. He could feel the cinematic presence of the moment as he zeroed in on a sweaty male across the dance floor. Minutes later, Jonny and Romeo were tangled up in a bathroom stall. Hours later, they were tangled up again in Romeo’s apartment.

“What time is it anyway?”

“A little before 11,” Romeo replied, tossing on a black shirt that had been discarded on the floor. Not from the night before, Jonny noted.

“Are you already heading out?”

“Yeah.” Romeo hoisted a pair of black spandex briefs up his legs. Those had to have been from the night before. “Why, are you gonna miss me?”

Jonny pondered this, “I don’t think I’ve decided yet.”

Both of them knew he would. Their night had been fantastic.

“Oh, not to kill the mood but, do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Romeo replied, searching for a pair of pants.

“Do you have any like, STDs or something I should be aware of?”

Romeo gave a puzzled look.

“I know that we already did stuff last night,” Jonny backpedalled. “I just forgot to ask in the heat of it all and like, I’m a little bit of a germaphobic is all.”

Romeo appeared tense at first, but he relaxed after a moment. “Don’t worry, I’m clean.”

Jonny took a breath. His eyes followed Romeo as he continued to busy himself. Jonny could not help but admire the other man’s physique. The broad shoulders, the long torso. There was something so inherently masculine about Romeo that Jonny naturally did not have. If only he would have grown taller than five and a half feet.

“So uh, food’s in the fridge if you want some,” Romeo started. He was playing with his own reflection, teasing his curtain bangs to find the perfect shape. “And clothes are in the closet.”

“‘Clothes’?”

“You don’t remember?” Romeo turned. “Your outfit was shredded last night.”

“Really?” Jonny could not remember that happening.

“And covered in someone else’s vomit,” Romeo quickly added. Jonny’s face grew green. Even if he could not recall the incident, he was glad the clothes were gone now. “Anyway, I figure I’ll be seeing you around so you can return the clothes then.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Unless you want to keep them,” Romeo winked, which Jonny did not know how to interpret. With his outfit assembled and bag in hand, Romeo made his way to the door. “See ya."

And with that, Romeo was gone. Jonny heard the massive footfalls in the hallway slowly disappear, taking his dream boyfriend-turned-one night stand away from him. At least for now, hopefully not forever.

Although he had no other plans for the day, Jonny decided to exit the apartment as fast as he could. First was a quick visit to the bathroom for a check-up. Last night’s eye shadow was somehow holding strong, and his bleached hair still held the boyish spring he loved. The rest of his skinny body appeared untouched, just a little pale, so he continued with his mission. He skipped the kitchen–he assumed it was only protein-related meals in the fridge–and moved to the closet. Jonny did not know what he was expecting, but it certainly was not a giant walk-in.

“Woah…” The space was huge, comically even. It was like something out of a sitcom set where a real city dweller would know that this size of a closet was a myth. But here it was, and by god was it filled with clothes. Jonny's eyes traced each shelf, trying to pick up any clues as to what Romeo did for work. There was some business casual, some business formal, and even a couple of tuxedos. But what really caught Jonny’s eye was the back wall of the closet: a neon-colored shrine to spandex.

Long-sleeved, tees, tanks; briefs, shorts, pants. Full-body lycra and wrestling singlets. Items of clothes even the twink Jonny was not familiar with. And all of it, every single piece, was spandex.

“Dear god.” Jonny approached the display, both in awe and fear of the collection. It was all so much to take in, especially when considering the man it belonged to. Was Romeo just super athletic? Was he a collector of name brands? Was there some kind of fetish around spandex? So many questions, and there was no one to answer them. There was no one here to tell Jonny that he could not investigate further. And there was no one to stop Jonny from plunging his hand into the elastane abyss.

Instantly, his hands were greeted by the cool plastic fabric. It was glossy, fluid, contouring to Jonny’s movements as his hands brushed upon each article. The sleek material was durable yet delicate, almost satin-like to the touch. The nerves in his fingertips tingled with appreciation, sending currents across his body and down to his crotch. Jonny did not recognize that he was popping a semi as he reached for a random article.

“Nike,” Jonny whispered the brand name like it was a prayer. In his hand was a cross between spandex briefs and running shorts. Maybe long enough to not be underwear, and maybe not long enough to prevent eyebrows from being raised. Their white color hinted at innocence, but Jonny could feel something stronger underneath the fabric. He was mesmerized.

Without a second thought, Jonny stripped himself of his tiny briefs and gingerly placed his legs into the holes of the spandex shorts. Each time one of his tiny, delicate hairs came in contact with the spandex a shiver erupted across his skin. There was something more to the shorts, something more to the spandex collection that was polluting Jonny’s fragile ecosystem. But he did not care, for he was too captivated by the sensuous feeling of the shorts grabbing onto his legs, cradling his behind, and finally, grasping his pouch.

As soon as the elastic sealed itself to Jonny’s waist, he realized something was wrong. The shorts, the spandex, were dirty, contaminated even. He did not know by what, but he could sense it was something dangerous. Something Romeo chose not to disclose.

A wave rushed across Jonny’s body, freezing him. Jonny could still process what was happening around him, and luckily he could see himself in a mirror beside the wall of spandex, but he could not move. He desperately tried to call out, to act, to do anything, but instead he was trapped, infected by whatever lay beneath the synthetic fiber.

A second wave dashed across Jonny’s body, this time originating from the shorts. Helplessly, Jonny watched as his body began to lengthen out before him in the mirror. 5’7”, 5’8”. It was like a photoshop tool was being used to alter reality. 5’11”, 6’. His legs were pulled like taffy, with his torso not too far behind. Before he could process that the wave had dissipated, a number popped into his head. 75. 75 inches. As in six feet and three inches. Jonny did not know what was scarier: having ascended nine inches in less than a minute or not knowing where the number 75 had come from.

The third wave was stronger. Instead of a sprint it rumbled like an earthquake, sending shocks from its spandex epicenter. Again, Jonny could do nothing as the changes developed across his body. It began at the midsection, the ripples evolving his musculature to create a well-defined core. Abdominals began to stack upon each other like bricks, creating a wall to support the two pectorals that jutted out on top. Forced to make space, Jonny’s shoulder blades pushed outward, supporting the bulging biceps and triceps that lead down to the thickening sausages that were his fingers.

At the same time, the shocks were descending lower, creating two massive trunks that could truly appreciate the flexibility and grip of the spandex. Once the quadriceps had developed, it was onto the knees, creating solid caps to shelter the luxurious diamond calves beneath them. As a finishing touch, Jonny’s terrified eyes stared on as his dainty feet began to bloat larger and larger. The soles widened out as each toe gained its own share of meat. Jonny’s feet became monstrous; he did not want to know their size. Unfortunately, as if on cue, the number 14 popped into his head.

By the time the third wave fizzled out, Jonny could feel the final push coming. If it could, his body would have shook with trepidation, but it remained petrified. Even his eyes stood still, the window that could have displayed Jonny’s fear completely shut off from the world. There was nothing he could do as he felt the pair of silky, smooth spandex shorts gather up their remaining power.

The fourth wave was the battering ram, slamming through Jonny’s body towards its final target: the head. It crashed through Jonny’s neck, ballooning the skin and Adam’s apple outwards to make room. As soon as it reached his head, it exploded like a nuclear bomb. Jonny was defenseless as his very being evaporated within the expanding blast wave. His memories, his personality all slowly succumbing to the explosion.

Eventually, the wave reached the inner walls of the skull, but its force could not be stopped. The eruption began bulging out Jonny’s facial structure, pushing at every possible angle it could. Starting at the bottom, his once slim jaw was widened outward, creating the manliest of lantern shapes. His nose bloated slightly before his brows were forced forwards. The wave’s reach extended even to Jonny’s hair, sending a natural blonde shade out through his roots and creating a layer of stubble to match.

Finally, the wave reached its climax and quickly began its retreat. The wave retracted into the brain before descending downwards, bringing all that remained of Jonny with it. It travelled past his esophagus, past his stomach, past his intestines before finally landing in his reproductive system. As its final act, the wave forced its way into Jonny’s sack, its size enough to permanently distend. It prepared for its final launch, expanding Jonny’s manhood to ensure an easy departure, and within seconds, expelled itself back into the spandex from which it came.

What remained of the man began to thaw after some time. Within a minute he was able to wiggle his fingers and toes, then eventually swing his arms and legs. Once he was able to move his head, he found a new life laid out before him. A new past and identity that had been left behind in the wave’s wake. His name was Jonathan, he worked as a financial advisor, he liked to play dirty and rough. And most importantly, he now hosted the elastagion.

Still in the spandex shorts, Jonathan paced around the room to grab some additional accessories. Name brand socks, matching shoes, and a couple of necklaces brought the ensemble together. Once assembled, he grabbed his phone and repositioned himself in front of the mirror. The picture was uploaded to his dating apps in seconds, notifications began to arrive soon after.

Jonathan’s new purpose was to infect; the wave had gifted him with the body to do so. He would be able to easily lure prey and help them discover the beauty of spandex. The thought of infecting more made Jonathan happy, and made his manhood grow.

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Veilbreaker: Mermaid

Mermaids, lethal and beautiful creatures that inhabit open waters, beautiful women from head to torso, but below, with a tail covered in scales instead of feet. Some associate them with knowledge, others with cruelty and a voracious hunger. With the ability to hypnotize anyone who heard their cursed song.

Temptation and damnation in the same being.

Humans and mermaids had a rather chaotic relationship with each other; humans were a delicacy for them, and humans hunted them to obtain their voices and scales for various purposes such as love potions, good fortune, or simply for the thrill of catching one.

When the monsters were exiled, the mermaids took refuge on the other side of the seas and oceans, where they managed to survive on fish and some seaweed, waiting for the day when, as every year, they could return to land.

Eric was a die-hard travel and concert lover; they were practically his driving force in life. So it wasn't surprising that he'd just found tickets to a beach trip and indulge in his two favorite pastimes. That afternoon, he was strolling along the sand, the waves crashing against the rocks. The place seemed relatively empty; it felt like it was just him, the water, the sun, and the sand beneath his feet. He wandered aimlessly for a while, taking some photos to upload to his feed.

But just as he was about to pose for another one, he heard a strange melody coming from what sounded like a rock arch. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if it was his imagination, or perhaps someone was playing music on their speaker. He took another picture, but with the click of his phone, he heard the melody again, even more insistent.

It seemed to be a lullaby that drew him in more and more. He didn't know why, but that beautiful, indecipherable song was almost hypnotic. He walked barefoot until he crossed the archway, as if it were a doorway. He even felt the air was different, softer, as if he were floating. The melody was closer, but there was no one in sight, only rocks, shadows, the crashing sea. He even noticed the occasional seashell with almost rainbow-like flecks. This place seemed to be paradise: a few palm trees, crystal-clear, calm water, multicolored fish. He walked further and further, venturing into the depths of the bay. He walked until sea and land met. It was a strange grotto. There were stones and stalactites that shone in the light that struck them; even the slightest reflection made them sparkle. The water was calm, like a wading pool. There were vines and a light that fell from above like a skylight. He walked on, his feet dipping in the water. At that moment, the music stopped.

— Is anyone here? – he shouted, but no one answered. He only heard the water moving, light as a drop. He waited a while longer, still without a response. He was about to turn back when he heard something leap from the water and land on a rock, drops falling like rain.

— Hello – a female voice said. It was utterly captivating. Eric tried to resist turning around, but the voice was so tempting, so warm... Like pearls slipping from his ears, he slowly turned around, only to find himself face to face with a woman whose skin appeared damp.

Or at least that's what it looked like at first glance. In reality, her skin was bluish, as if she were gasping for air. She had gills on her neck, ear fins, and disheveled hair that, at the same time, looked elegant. Her eyes were completely white, and her skin was covered in scales that shimmered in brilliant blue tones in the sunlight.

— Come closer – she smiled, beckoning with her finger. The guy could see she had claws instead of nails and webbing between her hands, water dripping down her entire body. He wanted to resist again, but it was completely useless; her voice was as melodious as the bubbling water. He advanced slowly until they were face to face. The mermaid smiled contentedly, placing her palm against his cheek, her claws digging in slightly – You seem like a very charming specimen – she smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth behind those alluring lips. He was about to scream when she began to sing. Eric's eyes glazed over, his pupils dilated, and he relaxed completely with a silly grin – You're like a glove.

She laughed, moving nimbly to position herself behind him and take him by the chest.

— I could devour you, I think you'd make a perfect feast – she said with a giggle, stroking his hair – But I think I have a better plan for you.

She returned to his starting position, observed him for a while; the guy remained completely unmoved.

— You will give me your body of your own free will. I will walk on your legs, and you will return to the water with no memory of what happened. You will return here before the last full moon of the month, is that clear?

— My... body… – he murmured, nodding.

— Say it.

— I give you my body… – he said in a flat tone. The place began to glow with an intense light, the siren's songs intensified, like a magnificent opera, and the water bubbled. Suddenly, two lights emerged from both their mouths, rising into the air as if dancing a waltz. Eric's eyes turned white as his body seemed to twist. The lights finally separated, swapping paths and suddenly entering each of their mouths, descending to their chests. The siren's song abruptly ceased, leaving only the sounds of retching and grunts from both of them, ending in silence.

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My Body, His Mistake

Will and James had been best friends since high school. They were both good-looking, but James had always been the more rugged, adventurous one. So when James suggested they swap bodies for the big lake house party that night “just for fun,” Will, curious and a little tipsy already, agreed. They used the strange antique ring James had found. One flash later, Will was staring out of James’s taller, broader body, while James grinned with Will’s leaner, prettier face.

“Fuck, dude. You feel good,” James said in Will’s voice, running his new hands over his chest. “Let’s go fuck shit up.”

The party was wild. They agreed to swap back at midnight.

But James got drunk. Really drunk.

Will spent the first few hours enjoying himself, getting attention from girls and guys alike. But as the night went on, James stopped replying to his texts. Will started to panic. He spent the rest of the night tracking down his own body. He finally found it at 3 a.m., sitting on the back porch, looking dazed.

Will’s slim, athletic, curly-haired body looked completely out of place. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on the lean muscle, but his posture was slouched, one hand resting on his flat stomach like he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. His eyes were glassy and confused as he stared down at the tight abs and smooth chest that definitely didn’t belong to him.

Will, still in James’s bod, froze. “James… what’s goin on? It’s been hours and I hadn’t heard from you! We were supposed to swap back at midnight! Where have you been?”

Will’s handsome face looked up at him and slurred, “Kid… what the fuck is this? I was just at the bar down the street drinkin with the boys… now I’m… Jesus, this body is so young… so…tight.” Will’s body ran its hands slowly over the lean chest, squeezing the pecs, then down the abs, clearly mesmerized. His new cock was half-hard in Will’s shorts, twitching visibly.

Will’s stomach dropped.

“I got no clue who James is,” he continued with a filthy chuckle. The old man in Will’s body just laughed drunkenly, still groping himself. “Some blonde kid ran up to me at the bar talkin about “swappin”… said it was a game. Then he actually swapped again and left me like this. Ran off with my 57 year old construction worker bod and left me… well… left me in this!” He chuckled again.

He flexed one of Will’s arms experimentally, then bounced the pecs, letting out a low, filthy groan at how responsive the athletic frame was.

Will stood there in horror as the old stranger continued exploring his stolen body, touching, squeezing, and shamelessly adjusting the growing bulge in his shorts right there on the porch. His perfect, lean, hard-earned body was now occupied by some random old fat man.

Will stepped closer, a desperation to his tone that sounds weird coming from James’s usually cocky voice. “Well you see uh… that’s actually my body… James here-” He motions to his current body, “He’s my best mate and we thought it’d be fun to swap bodies for the night and now well.. we’re here!”

The old man, now in Will’s drunken form, stared blankly at Will, almost as if he wasn’t listening.

“So uh… can we swap? I want my body back…”

The old man stood up, his sweaty torso glistening in the moonlight, “Hell no, kid. This body is fucking incredible.”

He stood up, still shirtless, and ran his hands down Will’s torso again, squeezing the pecs, tracing every ridge of the abs, then sliding lower to grope the front of the shorts where a clear bulge was forming.

“I was a fat old bastard drinking at the bar… and now I’m this? Tight, young, and hung? Nah. I’m keeping it.”

Will’s heart sank. “We can swap back. The ring-”

“The blond kid who put me in here took the ring with him when he swapped with me,” the old man interrupted, still shamelessly touching and exploring Will’s body. He flexed one arm, then bounced the pecs, letting out a low moan at how good it felt. “Even if we had it, I wouldn’t use it. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

There was no way back. Will was permanently stuck in his best friend’s body.

And the random old stranger was keeping his.

The old man smirked with Will’s charming smile, adjusted the growing bulge in the shorts, and patted his new flat stomach.

“Better get used to it, kid. I plan on putting this tight little body to very good use.”

With that, he walked back into the party with a swagger that looked unfamiliar on Will’s usually more timid body.

———

A few days later, Will’s phone buzzed while he was still trying to adjust to life in James’s bigger body.

It was a text from his old phone number.

Attached were several new photos: his own lean, curly-haired body on the tennis court at dusk, shirtless, sweaty, and smiling. In one shot he was flexing with the racket in hand. The other, a cute little pose, clearly trying to look good for whoever was behind the camera.. Will didn’t want to know who it was.

The message read:

“Bro you would not believe how much fun I’m having in this body 😂 I figure you used to be gay but man, these tennis girls keep checking me out. Thanks for the upgrade man, I’m keeping this one.”

Will stared at the photos of his former self, now permanently occupied by that random old man who clearly had no intention of giving it back, and felt a deep, sinking humiliation settle in his chest.

His perfect body was gone forever.

And somewhere out there, the real James was still happily jumping from body to body, completely unaware of the mess he’d left behind.

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