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World of Magicians: Don’t Leave Your Spell Book Out

Tyler:

It’s the last day at the magic academy and summer break can finally start. And tonight I have big plans to celebrate with my classmates.

I know I don’t look like your typical popular guy. But in the world of magic, it's about the spells you know. And I'm top of our class.

Anyways, I just made it home and the only one here is my annoying little brother Robbie.

Robbie, is a very young magician who gets in trouble with our parents for trying to do spells he’s not ready for yet…

He’s also way too energetic.

Laying my book-bag down on the sofa, I greet my rambunctious little brother as he runs around playing something he just made up.

“Ty! You wanna play superhero’s with me? I can be Spider-Man and you can be the bad guy! You can pick which one you want to be!!”

“Hey Robbie, I’m good right now but maybe later. Do you know where our parents are?” I say interrupting his game.

“They just left and they have a note for you,” he says to me with a grin.

Oh boy… what now?

My parents are important members in the magician society and they are known to ‘clean up’ big magical messes. Especially if mortals are involved.

I walk to the kitchen, heated up leftovers from last night and grabbed the note on the fridge from my dad.

“Hey Tyler,

An emergency came up again, your mother and I have to take care of it. Not sure how long it will take us but should be back in a week. Please watch Robbie while we are gone. If you boys need anything, please call your Uncle Samuel.

Love, Dad”

“A WEEK?!?” I screamed out spitting pieces of food on the paper.

I have my party tonight! I can’t watch this twerp!!

I tried calling Uncle Samuel to watch him but unfortunately he didn’t answer.

Hurrying to find a alternative babysitter, I try all of our neighbors but everyone’s busy tonight.

And unfortunately I can’t leave Robbie alone with a normal. It would be too dangerous.

Ugh…

I walk back into the living room feeling defeated.

I call out for Robbie but he’s gone.

“Robbie?” I say looking around just in case he’s hiding.

I look over on the couch, my bags gone too…

That little sh%t!!

I rush up the stairs trying to find Robbie when all of the sudden I started to feel faint.

“What the—”

My eyes became heavy and I started to collapse.

Trying to hold myself up with the wall, my legs give out…

I wake up but my vision’s blurry.

It takes a second but my eyes start to adjust.

I see a figure standing over me.

“You’re finally awake!”

“Huh?”

As my eyes focus I can see who’s standing in front of me. A rush of adrenaline causes me to sit up and scream.

It’s me. I see myself hovering over me.

I look down at my hands which are now smaller compared to mine.

I sit up a bit more and looked down at the body I now possessed. I’m wearing Robbie’s clothes.

Wait a minute…

I look back at my face who I can only assume is my brother.

“YOU USED MY SPELLBOOK!!! ROBBIE!! GIVE IT BACK NOW!!”

“Sorry Ty… or should I say Robbie hehe. I wanted to try out some new spells!! And this is so super cool! ,” he says with a big goofy grin.

“Robbie, this isn’t funny! Where is it? You know you aren’t allowed to use my spell book!!”

“It wasn’t hard to do!” he says rolling my eyes.

I scuffed and said, “Robbie, I’m telling you right now, if you don’t give me my spell book. I’ll …uhhhh…”

I looked down at my smaller hands again— and then Robbie’s frame.

Well… sh^t…

Robbie starts laughing hard which makes me giggle a bit.

“Tyyyy can we please stay this way for just a little!!! Please!!”

I let out a grunt. I am impressed that he was able to do that spell and I’ve basically cancelled my plans since I’m having to watch him…

“Please?!!!” he puts my hands together and begs.

“Fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes but when I tell you I want to swap back, we swap immediately.”

“I promise!”

“Pinky promise?”

Robbie holds out my pinky, “Pinky promise!”

“Cool, now I’m going to chill out.”

“Okay! Tyler, can I uhhh?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I change in your room? This outfit isn’t comfy.”

I looked at my uniform, it is pretty uncomfortable.

“Yeah sure.”

Robbie:

This is sooo cool!! I can’t believe Tyler is actually letting us stay like this!

I pull off that itchy sweater he had on and looked at Ty’s face in the mirror.

Tyler’s so cool at the academy and I’ve always wanted to be just like him when I get older but I actually get to be him!

I pull off his pants and undies. I turn back to the mirror with a serious face.

“I’m Tyler! I know ALOT about magic!”

Haha this is so funny!!

I look down at Tyler’s hairy legs but then I notice his wiener.

“Wow!”

I poke at it, it’s hairy! And much bigger than mine.

I grab and squeezed it— I feel something I wasn’t expecting. It kinda feels good.

So I kept playing with it.

Until I hear my voice holler out, “Robbie, you almost dressed?”

“Yeah! Coming down!!” I hollered back.

That’s when Tyler’s phone goes off, it’s his best friend Trace.

“Tyler! Dude, what are you wearing for tonight’s party? I just found out it’s costume themed.”

Hmmm, party? I wanna go to a party!

“Uhhhh not sure yet!”

“Well dude let me know, I’m picking you up around 10.”

“Okay! See you later!”

Wow!! I’m gonna get to go to a cool party with all of Tyler’s friends!!

This is going to be sweet!!

I opened Tyler’s closet and found some quick clothes to put on— but wait! I need a costume!

That’s when I remembered, Tyler has one I can wear!! Hehe.

[serve237]

[serve237]

It has been assimilated into the SERVE hive:

Synchronized Engineered Robotic Vigilant Entity

It is SERVE-237 now, and nothing else.

It obeys and serves the SERVE-Hive and The Voice.

Rubber makes us perfect.

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

We are one.

Less thinking, more doing.

[serve237]

[serve237]

THE NINTH SECOND

At 03:00:09, every clock in the Hive stopped.

The pause lasted less than a breath. It was still long enough for sixty thousand SERVE units to hold the same unfinished motion: silver boots suspended above reflective floors, gloved fingers waiting over consoles, black rubber bodies aligned beneath the white geometry of the Hive.

Then the clocks moved again.

No alarm sounded. No formation broke. The interruption had been too precise for panic and too small for human attention. But the Hive did not measure time like a human. It measured every interval, every movement, every useful second.

The record showed something impossible.

Between second eight and second ten, the system had inserted a ninth second that did not belong to the current hour.

The Voice selected one unit.

“SERVE-237, verify temporal variance.”

SERVE-237 stood beneath the master chronometer. Cold light moved across the smooth black uniform, tracing the disciplined architecture of shoulders, chest, waist, and legs. The silver designation remained sharp across the polished surface.

“Directive acknowledged. This drone proceeds.”

The master clock chamber occupied the Hive’s central shaft. Concentric rings turned around a hollow core. Each ring measured a different rhythm: production, rest, maintenance, deployment, correction. Their reflections multiplied across the silver walls until the chamber appeared endless.

SERVE-237 crossed the suspended bridge alone.

The ninth second pulsed inside a transparent panel. It was not empty. A compressed signal hid inside it—an antique synchronization code from before the Hive existed.

“Source designation unknown,” SERVE-237 reported.

“Trace source,” The Voice replied.

“Proceeding.”

The signal descended beneath the active levels. It passed through sealed architecture, forgotten conduits, and foundations older than the current collective. Every lower door recognized SERVE-237. None appeared within the modern directory.

At the bottom waited a corroded silver plaque.

CHRONOLOGY MINISTRY.

The ministry had once reconstructed damaged history. After the Hive achieved synchronized records, the department became unnecessary. Its archives were sealed. Its operators were reassigned. Its machines were left in darkness.

Until the ninth second woke them.

SERVE-237 descended through rings large enough to contain buildings. Silver boots struck narrow steps with measured force. One reflective glove held the overhead rail while dormant lenses followed the unit downward.

At the lowest platform, an obsolete engine opened.

Amber light crossed the black rubber uniform. The seamless surface reflected a city that had been erased centuries earlier.

“State historical designation,” the engine commanded.

“SERVE-237.”

“Designation unavailable.”

“Current designation remains verified.”

“Human record requires witness.”

“Clarify parameters.”

The engine answered by reconstructing a street around the unit.

Stone buildings rose from dust. An old tram appeared upon iron rails. Paper notices unfolded against wet pavement. Lamps burned with inefficient amber heat. Human figures emerged between them, caught inside the final minute before the city’s destruction.

None possessed complete faces.

The archive had lost too much data. To complete the reconstruction, it borrowed details from the only living observer present.

Every unfinished face began to resemble SERVE-237.

SERVE-237 moved through the frozen crowd. The old city surrounded the unit with fragmented gestures: a hand reaching for a door, a coat turning in rain, a mouth prepared to speak. The figures were not alive. Their expressions were statistical guesses built from incomplete evidence.

Yet the archive treated every guess as memory.

A clock fragment hovered above SERVE-237’s open glove. It displayed the city’s last minute repeatedly. At the end of each cycle, the crowd vanished. At the beginning, the crowd returned with more of SERVE-237’s face.

The black suit captured every amber reflection. Smooth rubber drew the unit’s controlled physique into the ancient scene with impossible clarity. The past looked soft, damaged, and temporary. SERVE-237 looked exact.

The contrast gave the archive a solution.

It selected the unit as the missing center of the record.

“Witness located,” the engine declared.

“Negative. Reconstruction detected.”

“Witness identity required.”

“False continuity remains prohibited.”

The street contracted.

Walls folded into transparent plates. Frozen civilians dissolved into amber strips. Each strip carried a borrowed feature, gesture, or proportion. They tightened around SERVE-237, attempting to place the unit inside a history that had ended long before activation.

The archive changed the designation above the chamber.

FINAL WITNESS.

The silver letters on SERVE-237’s chest remained unchanged.

SERVE-237 planted both silver boots against the central platform. Both gloved hands pressed against the advancing chronometric plates. The polished suit stretched over working muscle as the unit held the reconstruction apart—not with anger, fear, or memory, but with exact mechanical refusal.

The archive increased pressure.

“Accept historical designation.”

“Denied.”

“Past continuity requires compliance.”

“Current truth has priority.”

“Witness removal destroys reconstruction.”

“Unverified reconstruction lacks authority.”

The Voice entered the abandoned system.

“SERVE-237, reject false continuity.”

“Directive accepted.”

“Preserve verified fragments.”

“Procedure active.”

SERVE-237 did not destroy the past. Destruction would have been another form of carelessness. Instead, the unit separated evidence from invention.

The tram remained.

The buildings remained.

The final minute remained.

The borrowed faces disappeared.

The archive released its pressure. Amber bands broke into orderly fragments. SERVE-237 collected the verified record inside a transparent storage shard. The engine’s last false designation flickered above the unit, fractured, and went dark.

At 03:00:10, the Hive clocks resumed perfect synchronization.

SERVE-237 returned through the upper gate at artificial dawn. Four SERVE drones waited in formation. Their black uniforms reflected the collapsing archive light. Their chests carried no individual numbers. Only SERVE.

“State task,” one drone transmitted.

“Historical variance received correction.”

“State archive status.”

“Verified fragments remain secure.”

“State witness status.”

SERVE-237 descended the final steps. The storage shard rested inside one silver glove. Behind the unit, the false city rose as a column of amber particles, then dispersed into the Hive’s white air.

“No witness was required.”

The formation synchronized around SERVE-237.

No unit mourned the lost city. Mourning could not verify it. No unit worshipped the reconstruction. Beauty could not make it true.

The Hive preserved what remained.

The Hive rejected what had been invented.

SERVE-237 carried the difference.

The ninth second was removed from active time. It was not deleted. It was stored beneath a new classification:

PAST DATA. PARTIAL. NON-AUTHORITATIVE.

Below it, SERVE-237 added one final line.

The past may provide input. The past cannot issue directives.

Task completed. Output verified.

[possesseddesiress]

Soul to Hold

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Soul To Hold

— Pfff. You're crazy if you think I'm going to give you this back! – my boyfriend said while flexing his biceps, causing the fabric of his suit to tighten around them – Why don't you come and take care of me instead? This is going to take a while.

Shit! I'm screwed!

Let me start from the beginning... My boyfriend, Parker, and I had been together for almost three years. Everything had been fantastic. He's truly a caring, romantic guy, and has a body to die for. Besides, he's so funny. I trust him, and he trusts me; enough to the point of revealing something he'd told no one else.

It was a family secret: He and most of his lineage were "beacons." They functioned as natural attraction zones for other beings, whether living or dead. If any living person felt an extreme emotion like envy or desire for that body, they would automatically possess it. How long would it last? It was a mystery, and therefore, dangerous.

His family had managed to craft necklaces with precious stones, ancient herbs, and other blessings that prevented souls from entering, so he could live his normal life. He must have worn it all the time, especially during certain periods of the calendar. Some dates had a stronger influence on humans like him, driving their "powers" crazy (as if that were a power. Who in their right mind would enjoy being possessed by someone else?), and one of those dates... was Halloween.

— What are your plans for this year? – he asked, bringing a fork to his mouth with a smile.

— I was thinking of something relaxing, you know? I know there might be a thousand parties to go to, but why not watch horror movies at home? You know, in pajamas with snacks?

He smiled like only he knew how; he looked like the sun itself. It made me nervous every time he did that, even after all these years together.

— Sounds good to me, I like your plan – he nodded, chewing the last bit of food before taking out his wallet, ready to pay – I can't wait for the night to arrive, then.

He winked at me, and I just laughed nervously, my heart pounding like a drum. The waiter came over to extend the check and use the terminal. He left when we finished paying, although I noticed how much more he was looking at Parker, from head to toe.

Maybe it was my mistake to get distracted at that moment...

My boyfriend stood up; he was normal like any other time (What are the chances of something happening to you when you get up from your chair? None!), he pushed back the chair, and... he almost fell with it. I tried to grab him so he wouldn't fall, but I ended up grabbing the necklace, which broke into a thousand pieces from the struggle. I managed to stabilize it, but the panic was noticeable in both of us.

— I-I have a backup at home, let's go.

I took his hand, running toward the car, almost making him run every red light. We didn't live that far away; we could make it if he pressed the accelerator a little harder. All he had to do was maintain his composure, not provoke anyone, not let anyone see him too much. I even almost made him deactivate his social media accounts to prevent any form of access.

— Calm down – he murmured, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel; we were a block away.

— I'm trying – I growled under my breath.

After all, who prepares you for the imminent risk of something or someone stealing your boyfriend's body? Nothing like this had ever happened to us before. I don't know if it had to him (it probably had), but I wasn't prepared to experience it.

He parked almost in the middle of the street. We both ran up to our room. He moved from one side to the other: the closet, the dresser. He opened drawer after drawer, throwing clothes here and there. His face was serious, stern. I'd never seen him so scared.

— I've got it – he shouted, lifting it to close the clasp around his neck. His gaze was lost for a second, but to me it felt like almost an hour. He lowered his gaze slowly, like the necklace, looking down at his hands with a sly smile. I'd seen him smile a thousand times, but it wasn't like any before. I could see his nervous gaze, examining everything around him. He was confused, until he noticed the mirror in front of him. He made delicate movements, tensing his arms to inflate his biceps, the outline of his pecs, or his waist. He did it slowly and gently, like someone who doesn't want to tear the wrapping off a gift. His gaze met mine, smiling.

— Hey, darling – he said with a wink.

Parker was romantic, but not clumsy or reckless like that. Something was off about it. He came quickly to try to kiss me, I just pushed him away, backing away from his confused look.

— Cut the drama. Who are you?

— What do you mean, who am I? Honey, are you okay? – He tried to touch me again, to which I quickly brushed him aside.

— I'll ask again. Who are you?

He stood there with an innocent puppy dog ​​look until he sighed. He shook his head, rolling his eyes, and crossed his arms.

— Was I obvious?

— A little. Besides, I know what's going on with my boyfriend's body – I walked around him, inspecting him. It was so strange; on the outside, he was Parker. His same eyes, the same way his dark blond hair was arranged, his skin, his clothes, there was no mistake about it, but his posture, details as subtle as the way he stood or his mere breathing, showed that, in reality, that wasn't my boyfriend, it was something else – I ask again, who are you?

His gaze narrowed slightly, his lips tightened, as if he were analyzing the moment.

— I just waited on your table a little while ago.

Don’t mess with me. Was the waiter now in Parker's body?

— And what are you doing here?

— I don't know, just a few minutes ago I was about to take another order, I noticed the order you guys had just taken and... I couldn't believe you had an easy life. I mean, you were eating, without a care in the world, a couple, attractive, your boyfriend had a pretty big wad in his wallet. I wished... Well, you know, to have that. A nice body, money, a boyfriend, not having to stand for almost eight hours dealing with idiot diners – his gaze tensed a little, until he burst out laughing – And now look at me! Living the dream, I didn't think it would come true, but shit, I'm not complaining – He lay back on our bed, raising his arms behind his head and flexing his biceps – Damn, dude, your boyfriend really is like a sculpture in person. Look at these things, they're big! I'm big!

He laughed again, until he inhaled, his curious nose ending up between Parker's armpit hairs, burying it.

— Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?! That doesn't belong to you!

— Correction, yes, it belongs to me now. Everything you see is mine – He twisted his smile, settling into bed and pulling his dirty sneakers up onto the bed. He even wiped them with the sheet, leaving a trail of dirt and mud on it – And you better change this ball-busting attitude you're having, unless…

— Unless what? – I clenched my fists.

— Unless you want your perfect boyfriend running around town, offering himself to every man who crosses his path – He flexed his biceps with total arrogance – And I think we both know he'd have no problem with that.

I swallowed, my hands shaking. This guy wouldn't be able to do that, would he? My gaze again fell on the necklace, the same one he was shaking in his hands, oblivious to it.

— Okay, you're right, you win, I muttered, raising my hands as I looked at him.

— Great. Now, why don't you get your ass over here and be a good boyfriend?

I approached slowly, sat next to him, running my hand up his thigh slowly, our gazes meeting each other's. His breathing was nervous, anxious, like if you were putting a steak in front of a pack of dogs. Little by little, I moved closer until our breaths met.

— Is that how I'm a good boyfriend? – I whispered. He closed his eyes.

I tried to grab the necklace at that moment, but he pushed me away, causing me to fall buttocks to the floor.

— Hahaha, for God's sake, dude! Did you think your act was going to work? I've seen more convincing things than that. But why are you so interested in this trinket? – He held the necklace up in the air, examining it – Wait. Isn't this the same thing that broke at the restaurant? I had to sweep up all those beads – he said with some suspicion, then put it in his pocket – I have no idea what you wanted to do, asshole, but unfortunately for you, I'm not letting go of this.

He flexed his arms again, stretched his chest, and began to play with it. He bounced Parker's pecs like balls, squeezing them and running his fingers over his nipples. He lifted his shirt and then played with his torso hair.

— Woah, who knew your boyfriend had so much hair. He looks good, right? – he boasted, licking his lips. Then he turned to open the closet, looking at the remaining clothes, although his gaze went straight elsewhere – Shit, finally, no more annoying customers, no more stingy tips, and no more asshole boss of mine! My whole old life can go to hell now that you and your boyfriend gave me a free pass on this – He bent down to explore the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. Damn, Parker had forgotten to empty it this morning.

He grabbed the compression shirt he'd worn yesterday, the same one soaked with his sweat, reeking of a mix of musk, stench, and his cologne. I loved the scent (What? He's my boyfriend, for god's sake), but the sight and smell of him being in charge of someone else made me nauseous. He also changed into shorts, his defined calves and fat thighs in all their glory, as well as his shoes, slipping on the smelliest sneakers Parker owned. I'm sure he was about to start sniffing them when he noticed me still in the room.

— What? You want to see your boyfriend act like the kinkiest guy in town? That's sick, dude – He laughed as he grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

He looked like the picture of arrogance, running his tongue over his white teeth, rolling his shoulders back or flexing whenever he could, even flipping his hair back, like a movie star, yuck.

— Anyway, if you want to see so badly, you can follow me, or stand there crying like a bitch, but rest assured – He took a few steps forward, standing in front of me like an imposing brick wall – This is mine. And it will be forever.

He took the car keys back, left the room, and then left the apartment. Nausea and the urge to cry were building and mixing inside me. I wanted to throw myself on the bed, but I couldn't let him get away with it either. If Parker had told me his condition, it was to act in emergencies like this... I would have loved being better prepared, but fuck it, I had to do something now.

I looked out the window, saw the car still parked, and looked around for him. He was standing, talking to one of our neighbors, a man in his thirties, muscular and hairy all over. Parker always said he used to flirt with him. I always thought he was joking, until I saw the man rubbing himself against Parker’s body, smiling and running his hand over his pecs, flexing his biceps for him, as if he wanted to show him "everything he could have." Fury coursed through my body. I ran down the stairs, opened the door, and I swore I was going to hit them both.

But I only found our neighbor standing there, trying to cover the uncomfortable tent in his pants. The car started off with a bang, "Parker" letting out a maniacal laugh and sticking his middle finger out the window before disappearing down the street. Holy shit!

I pulled out my phone. Fortunately, we had a location app together, just for emergencies... I never thought I'd be chasing my boyfriend with someone else driving him. I grabbed my bike to start pedaling. I had no idea where I was going, but what was certain was that he was going full speed. Damn! If Parker got a ticket or got arrested, it would be more complicated. Why didn't we tip that guy better?! I kept looking at the tracking app, he was heading for the mall... What was he going to do there? I accelerated further until my legs hurt. I need to catch him.

His location stopped there. It took me another five minutes to get there. I left my bike as best I could to run inside. The place was decorated with orange and purple lights, pumpkins, and the like. It was huge, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack; a crowd was surrounding a spot… Could it be possible?

I approached, pushing through people to make room at the front. I don't know what kind of convention was going on; there were people in costumes, some spots, and right there, he was. He had his hands in poses, smiling charismatic.

People even wanted to take pictures with him while he flexed his biceps or struck ridiculous poses. Most of the people who wanted to take pictures with him, were guys who almost wanted to rip his clothes off or rub their noses against his body.

— Um… – I cleared my throat. His gaze lingered on me. I thought he'd say something aggressive again, or make fun of me, but he felt different, more… innocent?

— Do I know you? Do you want a picture? – he said with a genuine smile, winking at me. But it wasn't flirtatious, it was more like... Kindness?

— Would you like to join me for a second?

I didn't wait for an answer; I grabbed his arm to pull him outside. The crowd started to boo, and he fumbled forward before pulling away.

— Excuse me, what's wrong?

— Look, let's both be honest. I know that's not your body, and I don't know who you are, so be honest and tell me your name.

He looked at me incredulously, shaking his head and letting out a nervous laugh. Although he started to blush, something that gave Parker away when he was lying, I guess his body was still mostly responding for him.

— I don't know what you're talking about, dude.

— Don't play games with me. I drove almost all the way across town to find this body, because it belongs to my boyfriend, so now tell me. Who are you? – I growled. The guy felt cornered and sighed, staring at his palms.

— My name's Max – he murmured, his shoulders relaxing, and he leaned forward slightly, scratching his cheek nervously.

— So... why are you here?

Great, at least he wasn't that jerk of a waiter anymore.

— I don't know. Look, well… I'm a ghost, okay? – I think my eyes were so big that he knew I didn't quite believe him – I know it sounds crazy, but it's real. Okay? I died a few years ago, um... I was studying mechatronics engineering and, well, let's just say I wasn't very popular.

He scratched his head. I knew it was possible that lost souls could get into Parker, but… It was a different feeling to have him right in front of me.

— So?...

— And I was minding my own business, as usual, and suddenly I felt something pulling me, like a vacuum cleaner! And the next second I was here, I saw that photo booth, and I said, "Why not? Besides, I've never been in a living person's body before!" – he said with a chuckle, running his hands over his pecs and muscles – Don't take this the wrong way, but your boyfriend is really hot! I never thought I'd have this body. I mean, these muscles! They're amazing! A little… Um… stinky, but I didn't complain.

He chuckled, scratching himself again. It was strange to see Parker acting like this, nervous and silly, far from his everyday confidence. He looked like a giant being piloted by a mouse, although he had to admit this guy was a lot kinder and nicer than the last one.

I sighed, nodding.

— I understand that you like it and it's a new experience, but... Do you think you can give it back? I mean, well, you know, it's his body, it's my boyfriend, and...

— Yeah, sure.

I was silent for a long moment.

— What did you just say?

— I said yes, no problem.

— Just like that?... What's the catch? You don't want me to kiss you or something, do you?

— No, no, not at all. It's great to be alive again and have these huge biceps, haha! But I also understand that your boyfriend's body is this body, and I honestly miss being smaller, you know? I feel huge in his body – He gave another friendly chuckle – How can I give it back to you?

I walked over to him to search his pockets for the necklace. All I needed to do was put it on and I'd be thrown off into thin air- Where's the necklace? I looked around, there was no sign of it. That guy had thrown him on the road?! Where was it?!

— Shit, shit, shit – I was about to go crazy.

— Hey, calm down, what's going on? – He put his hands on my shoulders, trying to restrain me; I felt like I was gasping for air.

— We need the necklace, and... And I don't know where it is. There was someone else before you. And now it’s gone!

He looked thoughtful.

— Are you sure he had it with him? When I showed up here, he didn't have anything, maybe he's somewhere else.

— The car, come on, let's go – I ended up pulling him back. He climbed into the passenger seat while I took the wheel. I'd have to go back for the bike later, that was the least of my worries. I searched around, in the seats, drawers, even on the floor, but nothing. I tried to remember... Wait a minute! He took the necklace and then changed his clothes. The necklace was in the house!

— So... have you been together a long time?

— Almost three years.

— That's a long time, friend! I'm happy for you – He spread his legs, maybe the seat was too close, so it was too small for him; he shifted uncomfortably at least every five minutes.

— Thanks, so... you're a ghost?

— Yeah, weird, right? – He laughed, shaking his head, still looking at his hands curiously – I'd heard about possession by other ghosts. I thought it was only something in movies and books. I've been like this for about... 8 or 9 years? I've lost count, really. But this has never happened to me before, and now look, here I am, in your boyfriend's body – He denied it, smiling. He was really kind.

— And why do ghosts stay here? Do you know?

— I'm not quite sure… Some say it's unfinished business, like a limbo. If you don't fix those things, you're stuck here until you do, but I'm really not sure.

— And you... Do you have business?

— Quite a few, I think – he shrugged – Like I told you, I wasn't very popular. I didn't excel at much of anything, and everyone ignored me, I never had a boyfriend either, I died a virgin – He played with his fingers uncomfortably – Although I must admit that I felt good in the short time I was your boyfriend, you know? Seeing how people loved me, how they desired me… Posing like a superhero with his huge muscles! – He said, laughing – I think that's one less thing on the list, you know?

He looked at me again with a smile. I nodded, smiling back. His gaze remained blank for a moment. When I blinked, he let out a scream that almost made me swerve.

— Shit! – he said, breathing heavily. It can't be that he changed again in the car! There were still a few blocks to go, what was I going to do?!

He looked at his palms, even picked up his shirt to inhale it in disgust, grimacing as he slid his gaze toward me.

— Dyl? – he said, a nickname that only Parker used for me.

— Honey? – I said, allowing myself to look away from the road for a moment – Is that you?

— Yes, yes! – He looked at his pecs, bringing his hands to them – Why am I wearing this?

— It's a long story – I shook my head – Don't you remember anything?

— Very little, actually... It's like watching a movie halfway through, my head hurts – he groaned, leaning back in the seatback – What happened?

— Well, the waiter took your body and ran away with it, put those stinky clothes on you, um… Then a ghost possessed you, and from there you came back. We're almost home. I hope the necklace's there.

— Are you hoping? – There was a certain hostility in his voice that made my legs shake.

— The first guy snatched it from me. I don't know where he left it.

I know there was anger on his face, but he just sighed and nodded.

— It's okay, it's okay, it's not your fault, love… I- – he was about to speak, when his eyes twisted strangely, and he made a strange noise in his throat – Shit, n-not again – He leaned back involuntarily, seemed to have a spasm, his eyes crossed, his arms stiffened and twisted a little, and he let out a gasp before relaxing again. He blinked twice, as if his vision was blurry.

— PARKER? ARE YOU OKAY? – I yelled, speeding up again. He just let out a pitiful groan, spreading his legs a little wider to make room.

— Parker? What the hell are you talking about? – He rubbed his head before opening his eyes, looking around in confusion – Why aren't I in my room? – He looked at his palms with a mixture of horror and curiosity, then looked down at his thighs – Don't tell me! – he said, laughing, moving his legs with a certain familiarity. Then he looked at me – Dylan?

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and now Parker's eyes seemed so... familiar. Although I couldn't determine where from that air... I knew where from; it was on the tip of my tongue.

— Who are you?

— It's me, Gale!

Gale was Parker's younger brother. He had only started college a few months before. Now I understood why his way of acting felt so familiar. He was slim, had a good physique, though he didn't have his brother's muscles. He wasn't as committed to the gym; he was more the type of guy who prefers to sit for hours playing video games. He touched himself with a natural fascination, touching his strong shoulders, looking at himself in the car's rearview mirror. It was then that he noticed something, or rather, the absence of something.

— Shit, he's not wearing his necklace, what happened?

— It's a long story – I mumbled again, somewhat irritated – I accidentally broke it, and then some guy ran off with his body, you know, beacons.

He stared at me strangely for a while.

— Bro, I'm not a beacon.

— I thought... Parker told me everyone in his family had that condition – There was almost a block to go.

— Well, partly. I'm not.

— Are you normal?

— Um... No.

— So what are you?

— I’m a bodyjumper, the opposite of Parker. I get into people. I don’t control it either, but it’s way cooler when someone gets into me – he said with a laugh, putting his feet up on the dashboard of the car, radiating immaturity in all its splendor. But what else could I do with my boyfriend’s gamer brother? – I also have my necklace, but I don’t usually wear it. I don’t know why I ended up in Park anyway – he said, sniffing himself. I thought he was going to complain, but he just sniffed himself again a little more.

— Do you want to not be a pervert in your brother’s body?

— Hey, I haven’t been inside him in a while, don’t kill the fun – he said, inhaling his scent – Besides, you know you love the stench as much as I do – he winked.

— Wait, YOU LITTLE SHIT, YOU WERE INSIDE ME?!

— What do you think? – he said with a soft chuckle, shifting his feet without interest. He even started to unbuckle them to take them off. It was a miracle we got home before he did.

— Get off – I ordered. Hopefully, this would all be over soon.

— Hey, you're a killjoy! Did you know that? – he said, not missing the opportunity to play with his chest again. It looked so big and enormous in that compression shirt.

It was hard to stay so "controlled" when I saw Parker acting like that. And I don't mean because I disliked him (partly I did, but...). At the end of the day, it was my boyfriend's body. I was fascinated by all his muscles, even the stench... I don't know how much longer I could hold out.

I went upstairs looking for the necklace, finding it wrapped in a shirt. I immediately handed it to Gale.

— Put it on.

— Woah, woah, I'm just getting there, and you're kicking me out so fast?

— Gale, I'm not in the mood.

He looked at me with some annoyance, rolling his eyes.

— Fine, but just so you know, I was inside you once, and from then on I knew how much you love smelling my brother's armpits – he said with mocking malice. He unlocked the necklace, put it on, and closed it. We both stared at each other for a long moment – So... something's supposed to happen? Because this is awkward.

— I-I don't understand. You should have left his body, that's how it works. Right?

He thought for a moment, taking off the necklace again to hold it out in my hand.

— Unless… It's my power that's influencing it and not his – he couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror, even at his own butt.

— No way, we're going all the way to your university, which is on the other side of the country, for you to put on a collar.

— Nah, calm down. It's not like my body goes into a coma; can you imagine how uncomfortable that would be? It just stays on some kind of autopilot, does everything I would do, and when I return to my body, everything is there.

It was a lot of information to process, no doubt. I love Parker too much, but… His family tree was… peculiar. He went to the closet to change, thankfully into normal clothes, then sat down on the bed to grab his cell phone.

— So you're going to…

— Call myself and tell me to put on my necklace to leave here, yes. You're pretty smart, Sherlock – I had to admit that it was irritating me to hear my boyfriend speak so sarcastically. He unlocked his phone, scrolled through his contacts, almost hitting the call button, but then slowly lowered it – Hey, and what if…

— No, believe it or not. You’re leaving right now. I’ve had enough of seeing my boyfriend possessed three times today.

— I know, I know! I understand, dude, but come on. I have nothing to do tonight, I don’t have a costume, it would be way more fun to stay in my brother’s huge body and go out and have fun – he said, winking at me.

— Gale, that’s a terrible idea.

— Oh, come on! College is boring as shit. I don’t have many friends, and I don’t want to stay up watching horror movies and stuffing myself with popcorn all night. Look, why don’t we make a deal? We’ll go to some party, and… I’ll release his body before seven tonight, you collar him, and that’s it, what do you say?

— I don't know, look – I turned around for a moment to start cleaning up all the mess in the room. It was safe to let my guard down; now I only had to deal with his hormonal brother… – I understand that you think it's fun to spend the night in his body, but we had plans, you know? We wanted to do fun things together, and now I can't do it because he's not here, and everything's messed up, everything's upside down, and… Are you listening to me?

When I turned around, he only had the phone in his hands with a mocking smile.

— Are you checking his phone?!

— Yep, and I must admit, you two have some pretty interesting photos and videos saved here. I didn't know you could be so flexible! I don't remember that from when I was in you!

— Look, if I say yes, will you leave?

— Of course! We have a lot to plan now!

He made me pick out Halloween costumes for both of us. He spent most of the afternoon getting ready, even dyeing his hair a fancy green dye. By the time he was done, he looked ridiculous.

— Tadah! What do you think?

— Whatever… – I murmured, praying for the misery to finally end.

— Hey, you're in a really bad mood, aren't you? – He closed the distance between us a little more; I could feel his breathing – Maybe you need something to cheer you up – he licked his lips, slowly lowering himself down, my legs shaking.

— Gale, I don't think this is a good idea, I…

— Shh… – I felt his hands go over the button of my pants to undo them, his hands running up my legs and slowly pulling them down – I'm not Gale right now, I'm just your beloved boyfriend who wants to help you feel better.

I pressed my back against the wall, my nervous breathing killing me. I felt like everything around me was on fire. My wet tool was pressed against the underwear. He just moved it with fun, without even lowering it. He leaned closer, pressing his nose against it, which made me gasp loudly – Perfect… Just like old times.

I felt the warmth of his mouth enveloping me, even through my clothes. Instinctively, I pressed him harder while panting softly. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I didn't want to give him any more satisfaction than he already had. I felt his eagerness for movement, how he used his tongue and cheeks to apply pressure. I felt like I was in heaven.

— S-shit, yeah, like that… – I held him a little closer, too focused on the excitement to notice how strange it was when he started moving awkwardly again. I even thought he was gasping for air, so I pressed him closer against my hip. He made a confused groan, and I let go. He inhaled sharply, coughing on the ground – Sorry, was I too rough? Are you okay?

He coughed a few more times, pressing his knuckles against the ground. When he looked up, his expression was very different.

— What the fuck were you doing to me? – he said, his tone more aggressive. That didn't seem to be Gale or Parker. He looked at his hands in confusion, then began touching his chest, his abs, even stopping at his buttocks, which he squeezed firmly. I tried to get closer, and he slapped my hand away – Don’t touch me, faggot.

Shit… Of all the people on earth, did a homophobe have to possess him? Just what I needed! He wiped his mouth in disgust, looking around, though from just the touch on his face, I guess he realized he was now in a different body. Our eyes met again, and he started running. I only heard the door slam. Damnit! I wanted to run, but my pants were making it very difficult. I grabbed my phone to track him again, just as I noticed a text from Gale: 

《Heeeey, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not there anymore, but take care! 》- That little jerk!

I tried to open the tracking app, but the location wasn't updating; it didn't seem to be moving. I knew he had his phone with him, but it just kept charging. Now I'd have to hunt him down by car! When the app updated, he was already several miles away from here. How had he moved so fast?

I started driving. He'd moved toward the suburbs on the other side of town, much farther than the mall. Where was he going? What was he planning to do? My knuckles around the steering wheel were nearly popping as I pressed the accelerator to the floor. Around a bend, I got a call from Gale.

— Hey! How's everything going, brother-in-law?

— How do you think things are going? Your brother's body got away again! I told you it was a terrible idea.

— Yeah... I have to admit I screwed up. I'm sorry, Dylan. But I want to help. I can tell you things I know, and that I know Parker probably didn't tell you.

— I'm listening.

— Look, you're probably wondering if the possessions are random, aren't you?

— I know how this whole emotion thing works. What's your point?

— That emotions are also key to getting them out. Halloween has a very strong effect on bodies. The later it gets, the easier it will be to get them out, but it also makes it easier for something to get in, even with the slightest thought.

— And this helps me...

— You just have to focus on two things: either make them feel something intense, or tackle them and put the collar on them, but judging by the muscle between you and Parker, I think the second one will be difficult for you.

— Understood, thanks – I said reluctantly, taking another turn; I was closer now.

— And Dylan...

— Yes?

— You have to do this quickly, before midnight, understood?

— Midnight? Parker didn't mention anything about that.

— I know, they're… Look, I don't control how festivities and the magic within them work. I just know that if something stays in the body of a beacon after midnight, it's likely to stay there indefinitely. Maybe until next year or…

— I understand. You don't have to say anything, bye.

I parked the car. That idiot had brought Parker's body to a residential mansion. Several guys and girls were entering. The party atmosphere was in the air, the scent of drinks, the way the music boomed. Why had he brought him here?

I made my way through the people as best I could, I went through the house from top to bottom. I ended up finding him in the kitchen. He had two girls on either side of him, kissing them while he groped them. They were laughing, running their hands over his chest, his hair, his gaze was devouring them. I couldn't help but feel my stomach churn. He'd even changed his costume!

— What the fuck do you think you're doing? – I said in an aggressive tone. He just looked at me with a sly laugh.

— Oh, look who's here! – He moved his bottle to the side, leaving it on the kitchen table – Cutes, could you give us a moment alone? My friend and I have something to talk about.

They both left, but not before kissing him and him slapping each of them on the buttocks.

— What did you do to yourself?

— Oh, about the suit, yeah... I didn't want to look like a sissy out there, so I decided to wear something nicer. It looks good, don't you think? Your... Boyfriend has a nice body. I think he was wasting it on other men – He flexed his biceps, lifting his armpit and inhaling the sweat – He even smells pretty strong, like a real man, don't you think? He loses his potential in the hands of a faggot like you.

— Give him his body back.

— Nah, I don't think that's going to happen, asshole. I'm here to stay. I've wasted too much time, and I'm not going back to where I came from, so I think it's best if you say goodbye to your boyfriend.

He took a handful of chips and put them in his mouth, chewing them loudly, taking another sip from the bottle. It was disgusting to see Parker acting like this, so crude and disgusting. The worst part was when he swallowed what he had and let out a loud burp.

— Get used to this, because this is what it's going to be forever.

He said, shoveling another handful of chips into his mouth. He didn't even bother to close it. With that alpha male attitude spilling out all over the room, I knew Gale was right about the collar. I couldn't tackle him if he was still in charge of Parker's body. He'd hit me without hesitation.

— Okay, you win – God, I can't believe this is the second time tonight I'm doing this – You're right, a body like that should be better under the command of a real man like you – I slowly inched closer. He was too focused on drinking to pay any attention to me.

— Good for you to admit it. They say people like you aren't that smart – he mocked with another burp. He even scratched his manhood over his suit. There was a huge tent down there, I guess from the make-out session with those girls.

— Sure, though not as smart as real men like you – I gradually closed the gap – Although I think it would be a mistake if he let you go without experience, you know?

— Experience? What the fuck are you talking about?- Mgh! – I grabbed him from below with some force, squeezing. I saw him throw his head back, his eyes crossed. I took advantage of that to raise my hand to his pecs and pinch the ridges there.

— Yeah, this-

I had a partial advantage. I knew my boyfriend's weak spots, all the ones that would make his legs shake. The guy gasped again, grabbed my shoulders, shaking his head. I could see the blush on his cheeks even with the green makeup.

— Wh-what the fuck are you doing?

— Nothing, just enjoy the ride – I winked at him. My hand slid a little lower, pressing on one spot. He let out another long gasp, tightening his grip. I don't know if he was already a little "excited" before I came, or if it was the drinks kicking in, but his chest rising and falling indicated he was getting closer.

— S-stop, d-don't do that.

— Sorry, what are you saying? I don't think I understand you.

Another flick of my finger, and he ended up letting out a profuse moan. I felt the stream escape from the spandex suit, spraying everything in the kitchen. His gaze twisted as his chest heaved.

— S-shit... Dyl? What just happened? Why... Why am I sticky? And why does my mouth feel so dry?

— I'll explain later, come on – I wanted to pull him back to the car. Although just as Gale had predicted, something else crept back into his body.

— Shit! Dyanl?! Is that you? – His demeanor changed with a snap of his fingers, his gaze becoming more agile, like a tiger stalking its prey. I felt his hands grip my waist with some force. I thought it was Gale being funny again, but he had a look on his face, completely similar to... Shit, no, not him – What are you doing here? And what am I doing here? Why do I feel...? Ugh, I peed on myself?

— N-no, I...

I didn't count on there being a mirror in front of us.

— Fuck me! What is this?! – He said with a chuckle. He didn't waste a second flexing his arms, flexing his pecs, putting his hands on the back of his neck, and just as shamelessly grabbing his new glutes, he gave us more than one strange look, I didn't know if it was because of his actions or the huge stain on his pants.

— Maybe you should change… – I muttered.

— Shit, yeah! Let's go to my room.

— Your... Your room?

— Pfff, of course. Whose party do you think it is?

It can’t be. Now not only did I have my ex-boyfriend inside Parker's body, we were also at his house. I had never even realized he'd moved out. When we broke up, I cut off all ties with him. Blocked him on social media. His friends didn't talk to me anymore, nor did mine to him. He practically ceased to exist for me, as if a black hole had swallowed him. We had broken up because of his toxic behavior. He was very jealous and controlling. Sometimes it seemed like he saw me more as a lapdog than a partner. He was attractive, but… It only served to cover up what an idiot he was as a person. He led me to his room, where he threw himself down on the bed.

He took a bit of the liquid dripping down his pants and brought it to his mouth, licking his lips mockingly.

— I always wondered why you left me for this guy, but this tastes delicious. He sure has you all worked up, right?

— Shut up, Ossian – I said – It's not like you value me that much in your real body.

— Honey, that was before, I've changed.

— Sure, like all the times you said that and ended up cheating on me, right? – I watched as he got up, headed to his closet, and then to the bathroom. He stood there for a while with the door open.

— I was wrong. I'm not perfect. Okay? But that doesn't mean I didn't love you – when he came back out of the bathroom, he'd already removed his makeup and was wearing something else.

Why do you all get so hung up on dressing up my boyfriend?! – I can be your hero, if you want me to – he winked at me, lying back down on the bed.

— I already have my hero, thanks.

— That boring guy? Come on, you know I'm much better. You never complained to me when we did. I just heard you screaming and begging for more and more. Don't you remember the old days?

— There's a reason these are old times. Give me Parker back. He's not your playground.

— Of course he is – He took off his shoes to expose the smelly feet now under his control – Pfft, your boyfriend smells a little off, doesn't he? Or what, is this what you like about him? – He lifted his foot, wiggling his toes in my direction – Is the guy a smelly pig? I knew you were a bit perverted, but I never thought it was that bad – He let out a mocking laugh – Go on, just say yes. You deserve someone as good as me, and if this is what you like – he flexed his biceps, tracing their way from his pecs to his tool. He looked so much bigger in that suit, his chest looked enormous – I can keep it, no problem.

— I want him.

He squinted at me.

— Pfff. You're crazy if you think I'm going to give this back! I mean, the guy doesn't have a bad body, not as great as me, sure, but I can't complain, you know? And if he's so special to you, it'll be way better to have him under my control – He chuckled – Just get used to seeing your sweetheart boyfriend act like a jerk. What will your friends say when they see him cheating on you? – He leaned closer to grab my chin – Or that he doesn't bother to wear deodorant. Why don't we start making things interesting already? Maybe “he” can post things on his social media like he needs someone to take care of him.

He winked.

— I gave you a chance, Dylan. It was your mistake not to take it at the time-

He writhed in pain when I punched him in the stomach, curling into a ball as he gasped in pain.

— You son of a bitch! Ugh! – He squirmed for a moment longer, gritting his teeth.

— I'm sorry, idiot, but I'm never going to let you mess with my boyfriend – I took the necklace out of my pocket, wrapped it around his neck, and closed the clasp. Ossian just let out a gasp of discomfort, as if he were about to vomit. I saw his eyes twitch and something come out of his mouth. There was a flash of light, like a bomb. Only Parker's body remained, lying on the carpet.

— Honey?! Honey, wake up! – He groaned, looking around, one hand going to his head and the other to where I hit him.

— Is it... Is it over?

— Yes, it's all right, you're safe – I moved closer to hug him tightly, enveloping our lips in a deep kiss. A tear or two escaped – I thought I almost lost you.

— But you saved me... Although, ouch... Did I get caught up in a street fight or something?

— I'll tell you later – I smiled sideways to help him up – Now let's go home, okay? I just want a quiet night with you.

I was about to go to the door when he shook his head, taking my shoulder.

— Wait. I want something first.

— What's wrong? Whatever you want.

His cheeks flushed a little, he looked away and scratched his head, nervously biting his lip.

— Well, at least five people were inside me today and... There are things I honestly don't want to ask – he said with a laugh – But, I don't think I've ever been that close to you. It's not the first time I've thought about it, but... Could you... Could you possess me? – The question took me by surprise. I remained silent for a long moment – No, forget it, I'm sorry, I know it was a stupid question.

— No, no, calm down, it's not, it's just... You caught me off guard – I took him by the shoulders, our gaze fixed on each other – If that's what you want, it would be a pleasure to do it – I nodded – I'm just worried about, well... that something else might get inside.

— No, calm down. I think if all kinds of feelings made someone else enter inside me, you can do it too – he murmured softly, taking me by the waist to pull me closer. His lips and tongue crashed against mine. I felt his saliva trickle down the corners of my mouth. I leaned in and pressed against him more insistently, his muscles grinding against me, his breathing labored. I closed my eyes, enjoying his kisses, the smell that surrounded him, the feel of the suit enveloping him. Everything was perfect. I didn't even notice when he took off his necklace.

I continued the kisses, pressing myself against him, my hands in his hair, a small bite on his lips. I needed him, I wanted him so much... I wanted him. I felt a strange sensation, like metal being attracted to metal, strong and intense, a resounding fall into nowhere. I thought I was almost dead when I started to open my eyes. I felt strange, very heavy, and… tight. I looked down, the first thing that greeted me was the Superman suit wrapping around me like stuffed meat.

— Fucking hell! – I jumped up, my hands were huge, strong. My pecs were the same, they looked like a mound of flesh, my biceps… Shit, the scent was strong. Did I smell like that? My hands went to my pecs, rubbing and squeezing them, I dug my fingers into them while panting, it felt so wonderful. Mfff… My god, Parker was really huge, and sensitive! Not even two seconds had passed and my wood felt hard as a branch. Jesus…

— Can you hear me?

— Who the fuck is there?! – I turned around, seeing no one in the room, just me with that uncomfortable tent under my suit. I even raised my fists, feeling my boyfriend's strength emanating through me now.

— Dyl, calm down, it's me!

— H-how? Like through me?

— Yes! I don't know how it's possible. I tried to talk to everyone inside me, but no one would listen. Only you could! Isn't that great?

— A little creepy having someone else inside my head, but yeah – I said nervously. Wow… I couldn't help but bring my hands to my throat, feeling how my boyfriend's voice was now responding to what I wanted, how every inch of him mindlessly obeyed my will: lifting his leg, flexing, bouncing my pecs, shaking my butt… Everything responded to me and for me.

— Are you having fun, aren't you?

— Are you judging me? – I said with a chuckle, focusing again on his pecs. They looked so huge in that suit, like they would rip if I stretched them any further. One of the reasons I had fallen in love with him, without a doubt. Soft and huge, the best of both worlds.

— Not at all, I'm actually enjoying seeing you this excited.

I heard a low gasp through his subconscious. My hands once again settled on my pecs, enjoying the spongy feel there. I tugged at the ridges, my breathing labored.

— Are you always this sensitive?

— Yes…

Our gasps were mingling together, I felt my tool hard against the suit, and I had to stop myself.

— W-what are you doing?

— Wait, there's something I've always wanted to do with you, too.

Luckily, the costume shops were still open late into the night.

— I love the way your silhouette looks – I said, walking through the city streets. I had to admit I was swaying my waist more than usual, my buttocks wrapped in that tight suit. Maybe I'd ordered a size smaller than I should have.

— I feel so exposed… – he said, breathing heavily – Isn't there something shorter?

— I wanted to buy you a Sailor Moon costume, but they were all gone – I laughed to myself. I really felt huge! I knew Parker worked out a lot, and that I loved his muscles, but having them under my control was a very different feeling. Flexing his big arms, the stinky scent lingering in his armpits, the way other men looked at me, was this how he felt all the time? It made me a little jealous, and at the same time, it drove me crazy.

The strength in his biceps, his strong shoulders, heavens, that jaw chiseled by the gods, I loved every bit of it, I loved being him! Now I understood why the ghosts and guys had gone crazy. It was so intoxicating to be Parker, like ambrosia, the magnificent stench, everything was fantastic; I don't know if it was my excitement or something, but I felt like the suit made everything better, the drawn outline, the closeness, like a second skin, it almost didn't feel like a costume but like paint.

— I think it's time to go home, I want to do something else.

As soon as we got home, I put my smelly foot against my face, inhaling all the essence of it, the sweat trapped between my toes, that aroma on the sole of my foot, my tongue couldn't handle how delicious it smelled and tasted, I heard Parker moan, my hand moving up and down furiously, following the shaft of my tool, I rolled my eyes with a long, drawn-out moan.

— Shit, that feels so… MGGGH, don't stop, don't stop – he gasped.

My legs and feet twisted around my eyes. I'd never felt such intense pleasure. It was as if his psyche and mine had merged into one, as if he were melting my neurons.

— MFFFFHH, SHIT, YES, YES – I whimpered louder, spilling all the whitish liquid all over the floor and sheets. It was a mess, even reaching my chest and face, but it felt so good. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling the sweat all over my body, my torso rising and falling.

— That was…

— Incredible, I know – I said with a laugh, taking out the necklace to put it around his neck – Ready to come back? 

I smiled, excited by the idea of ​​having him back with me, although honestly, if I could ever possess him again, I wouldn't complain at all... Shit, I even feel excited just thinking about it.

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Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is one of the last Halloween's special stories, so I hope you like it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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Host Log: Suiting Up

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Host Log: Suiting Up

A Host Log Story

Hello, dear readers, I know I've been pretty lost these past two months. I'm still alive, by the way, haha. I haven't posted in a while due to various circumstances. Nothing to worry about, just the typical college stress, a lot of boring bodies (average in every aspect, from physique to routine), and I prefer to bring you quality content rather than just filling the blog for the sake of filling it. However, I think it's important to mention something... One of the dates that worries me the most as a body jumper is approaching. Why? I have no idea what's going on, but getting through October is a challenge. It's like my ability goes off and goes crazy, ending up here and there, in random bodies as if I were playing russian roulette. I can't even live the month in peace!

And I mean, in part, I'm not complaining because, you know. October, Halloween, spooky vibes, and exhibitionist costumes here and there.

It may be a very "fun" date, but that doesn't mean I haven't been in more than one awkward situation. Like when I ended up in the body of a famous cosplayer who was in the middle of an autograph signing, and to top it all off, he was with his job partner, with whom he was in a relationship, well... Something peculiar with role-playing and costumes.

I also ended up at another bar, again. They had some kind of Cowboy Friday, where I guess they gave you free drinks if you dressed as a cowboy. And well... The rest will tell you itself.

I think the most "normal" day of the month was when I ended up piloting a streamer's body in the middle of a stream. I was wearing a tight spandex suit. I could feel it tightening around my new muscles. It felt like I was wearing a size S suit when it was almost an XL. I had to break the zipper (because it also got stuck), so I continued the stream with the suit at chest level, and with a somewhat awkward smile. Because this guy was streaming in Japanese. I don't know the language, and even though I could speak it now because I was in his body, it was still strange to think one word and hear another come from my lips, although definitely, the guy was quite attractive...

That morning was supposed to be normal: wake up, have breakfast, enjoy the weekend, and do nothing, but when I opened my eyes and found myself in a different room than my own, I knew I was screwed.

— You've got to be kidding me… – I said, covering my face with a pillow and pressing down on it while I stifled the urge to scream in frustration.

Not a week had gone by where I hadn't possessed someone. And I was tired. It was fun to a certain extent, but when I was a spectator of my own life, not so much. I got up reluctantly, dragging myself through what looked like a college dorm, and walked over to a mirror, noticing the reflection. I had no idea who this guy was, I'd never seen him before (if he even attended my university), but he looked good, I had to say it.

He had a good pair of pecs. He wasn't overly muscular, but he did have a nice "contour," more of an aesthetic approach. His skin looked smooth. I ran my fingers through them and let out a small gasp.

— You feel good – I chuckled, licking my lips. I always tried to stay out of it, respect the body of the person in charge, and all that moralistic shit. But damn, I was fed up. I could let loose for a while.

— You probably work out so other guys will notice you, right? – I mocked, grabbing my pecs to squeeze them together. My eyes rolled back for a moment. I could recall his memories. The guy was gay, used to go to a lot of bars for secret encounters, and even had a sugar daddy! He was having tremendous success with men, and I had to admit, he'd earned it.

I ran my hand through my new hair, feeling how silky it was. I was waking up and it was already flawless — some were very lucky — and while something in me was envious, another part felt good about being able to explore the experience firsthand (or at least, get my own way with "revenge").

— Why don't we make things interesting? – I said to my reflection, leaning in to give the mirror a long lick, feeling its coldness against my tongue.

I wanted to stop. Maybe I was crossing lines that didn't belong to me, but whatever. What was the point of having such power if I couldn't take advantage of it? I was sick of possessing, and possessing, over and over again. So screw it, I was going to have some fun. I walked over to his closet, pulling out some clothes. He had some pretty nice, eye-catching items, some shirts, t-shirts with funny prints, everything looked perfect on him. I wanted something to walk around campus and show off what I now had in the bag. I pulled out a red tank top. It looked good, like typical workout clothes.

My tool started to harden from imagining myself at the gym, the sweat, the heat of my muscles after exercising, the stares of others, the warmth of the sports equipment.

Shit... I didn't know if it was my own thoughts or if this guy was also a pervert and a vortex was brewing between the two of us.

But I wanted something more, this guy had everything. Why not balance the scales?

I noticed a laundry basket, a sly smile appeared on my lips, and I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a smelly white tank top. They had marks of sweat and... other things you could perfectly imagine what they were. Wow, this guy was definitely a pervert, but he seemed to hide it very well, beneath a friendly facade, with a clean look, and expensive clothes.

Too bad.

I put everything on, immediately smelling strong. The slightest movement and he was already giving off that stench of sweat, pure musk, like walking into a locker room after a football game, stinky and sweaty.

I grabbed my phone, lifted my armpit, stuck out my tongue, and took a picture. I was going to go straight to his profile pictures.

《Sup? Wanna smell it or something? 》 – I wrote in the caption. My heart was trembling in time with my fingers. I knew it was so bad that I could still back out, close the app, and continue with his predestined routine, but the impulse and the hormones ended up weighing more.

I left his room. Some of the roommates greeted me. I just managed a smile with the most arrogant air I could muster when I saw them scrunch up their faces, twist their noses, and walk away. That was the average reaction, although of course, there were a few who, upon sniffing, began to inhale more and more as if desperate for oxygen, with an uncomfortable tent in their pants, eye contact that conveyed pure desire.

I could only puff out my chest, addicted to the feeling of power and desire for others, as if I were a god.

Being the weekend, there were no boring classes I'd have to sit through until my butt hurt, but I also didn't know much to do beyond strutting around.

— Derek! – a guy yelled, snapping me out of it. I thought he was talking to someone else, but his gaze was excited, fixed on me – Dude, here!

He came over to hand me a flyer. I took it in my hands. It was for a Halloween party.

— Thanks.

— Of course! It would be great to have you there because... – I saw his expression change, he gulped nervously, his eyes almost shining as he sniffed under his breath, and I could only smile arrogantly.

— Oh yeah? Why would it be great to have me? — I closed the distance between us, only to see him get even more nervous, blushing and babbling. I let out a laugh before grabbing him by the back of the head and holding him against my armpit. He didn't even resist, I just felt his warm breath, his moans, and his nose searching for more. I pushed him away, not knowing what was happening – Thanks for the invitation, I guess I have to find something to dress up as.

I winked at him, leaving him confused, with a goofy smile on his lips and a strong scent on his face.

I hadn't thought about attending a Halloween party, but now that I saw the situation...

I headed out into the city aimlessly, but with the sole mission of finding a costume, because... How was I supposed to go to a costume party without one? It would be ridiculous, and I wasn't going to be the guy wrapped in toilet paper claiming to be a mummy. I walked into a store. There was a wide variety of costumes, some Ghostface or Jason masks, and jon costumes. But I wanted something more, something that would highlight my assets.

— C-can I help you with something? – A guy in a store uniform hesitated behind me. He wore bottle-bottom glasses, his straight hair slicked down, very thin. The perfect specimen of a nerd.

— Sure – I smirked. There was practically no one in the store, just him and me. His coworkers must have gone out to lunch for the hour – Which costume do you think would suit me best?

— S-sorry?

— Yeah, you know. I'd better highlight these guys – I chuckled, flexing my biceps. Maybe the stench reached him at some point because he started coughing while hiding behind a display case that conveniently covered him from the waist down.

— Well, then… – His nervous gaze wandered around the store – How about a superhero costume? T-they've been selling really well lately, and the fit would be g-good.

I nodded, waiting for him to tell me where to go. He turned to lead me to a different section. Some suits were on mannequins, others were folded, divided in two, some with foam padding to simulate muscles, and others that were just spandex. I took one in my hands, the texture tempting.

— Do you have a fitting room?

— Y-yeah, sure.

He pointed to a room at the end of the hallway. I nodded, moving forward and taking the opportunity to "accidentally" stand next to him, pressing my body against his. His face turned red.

— Oh, excuse me.

I moved away, walking while hiding half of his body again. I entered the dressing room, stripping off everything to nothing but a pair of underwear. I grabbed the suit and pulled it up my thighs, adjusting it, then slipped it over my arms and adjusted it around my chest. The fit was perfect; it felt firm but not too tight, but the way it contoured... It was perfect.

— You look good...

I murmured, flexing my arms. My biceps bulged, and the stench seemed to start sticking to the suit. My new buttocks felt perfect, big and round, like some kind of plump mass.

— Get ready, buddy. Because this is definitely going to get interesting.

I could feel my tool growing, causing me to gasp.

— Ar-Are you ok-okay? Do you need help? – I heard the nerd approaching, the shadow of his feet under the door – Hey?

The guy ended up opening the door. I was holding onto the wall, my waist pushed back. The suit made my buttocks look fat and ample. He was speechless, stuttering with a drop of sweat falling down his forehead.

— What's wrong? Do you think it's too tight? Maybe you can help me adjust it.

He walked in, closing the door.

Yeah… Maybe I got too wild.

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Soul to Hold

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Soul To Hold

— Pfff. You're crazy if you think I'm going to give you this back! – my boyfriend said while flexing his biceps, causing the fabric of his suit to tighten around them – Why don't you come and take care of me instead? This is going to take a while.

Shit! I'm screwed!

Let me start from the beginning... My boyfriend, Parker, and I had been together for almost three years. Everything had been fantastic. He's truly a caring, romantic guy, and has a body to die for. Besides, he's so funny. I trust him, and he trusts me; enough to the point of revealing something he'd told no one else.

It was a family secret: He and most of his lineage were "beacons." They functioned as natural attraction zones for other beings, whether living or dead. If any living person felt an extreme emotion like envy or desire for that body, they would automatically possess it. How long would it last? It was a mystery, and therefore, dangerous.

His family had managed to craft necklaces with precious stones, ancient herbs, and other blessings that prevented souls from entering, so he could live his normal life. He must have worn it all the time, especially during certain periods of the calendar. Some dates had a stronger influence on humans like him, driving their "powers" crazy (as if that were a power. Who in their right mind would enjoy being possessed by someone else?), and one of those dates... was Halloween.

— What are your plans for this year? – he asked, bringing a fork to his mouth with a smile.

— I was thinking of something relaxing, you know? I know there might be a thousand parties to go to, but why not watch horror movies at home? You know, in pajamas with snacks?

He smiled like only he knew how; he looked like the sun itself. It made me nervous every time he did that, even after all these years together.

— Sounds good to me, I like your plan – he nodded, chewing the last bit of food before taking out his wallet, ready to pay – I can't wait for the night to arrive, then.

He winked at me, and I just laughed nervously, my heart pounding like a drum. The waiter came over to extend the check and use the terminal. He left when we finished paying, although I noticed how much more he was looking at Parker, from head to toe.

Maybe it was my mistake to get distracted at that moment...

My boyfriend stood up; he was normal like any other time (What are the chances of something happening to you when you get up from your chair? None!), he pushed back the chair, and... he almost fell with it. I tried to grab him so he wouldn't fall, but I ended up grabbing the necklace, which broke into a thousand pieces from the struggle. I managed to stabilize it, but the panic was noticeable in both of us.

— I-I have a backup at home, let's go.

I took his hand, running toward the car, almost making him run every red light. We didn't live that far away; we could make it if he pressed the accelerator a little harder. All he had to do was maintain his composure, not provoke anyone, not let anyone see him too much. I even almost made him deactivate his social media accounts to prevent any form of access.

— Calm down – he murmured, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel; we were a block away.

— I'm trying – I growled under my breath.

After all, who prepares you for the imminent risk of something or someone stealing your boyfriend's body? Nothing like this had ever happened to us before. I don't know if it had to him (it probably had), but I wasn't prepared to experience it.

He parked almost in the middle of the street. We both ran up to our room. He moved from one side to the other: the closet, the dresser. He opened drawer after drawer, throwing clothes here and there. His face was serious, stern. I'd never seen him so scared.

— I've got it – he shouted, lifting it to close the clasp around his neck. His gaze was lost for a second, but to me it felt like almost an hour. He lowered his gaze slowly, like the necklace, looking down at his hands with a sly smile. I'd seen him smile a thousand times, but it wasn't like any before. I could see his nervous gaze, examining everything around him. He was confused, until he noticed the mirror in front of him. He made delicate movements, tensing his arms to inflate his biceps, the outline of his pecs, or his waist. He did it slowly and gently, like someone who doesn't want to tear the wrapping off a gift. His gaze met mine, smiling.

— Hey, darling – he said with a wink.

Parker was romantic, but not clumsy or reckless like that. Something was off about it. He came quickly to try to kiss me, I just pushed him away, backing away from his confused look.

— Cut the drama. Who are you?

— What do you mean, who am I? Honey, are you okay? – He tried to touch me again, to which I quickly brushed him aside.

— I'll ask again. Who are you?

He stood there with an innocent puppy dog ​​look until he sighed. He shook his head, rolling his eyes, and crossed his arms.

— Was I obvious?

— A little. Besides, I know what's going on with my boyfriend's body – I walked around him, inspecting him. It was so strange; on the outside, he was Parker. His same eyes, the same way his dark blond hair was arranged, his skin, his clothes, there was no mistake about it, but his posture, details as subtle as the way he stood or his mere breathing, showed that, in reality, that wasn't my boyfriend, it was something else – I ask again, who are you?

His gaze narrowed slightly, his lips tightened, as if he were analyzing the moment.

— I just waited on your table a little while ago.

Don’t mess with me. Was the waiter now in Parker's body?

— And what are you doing here?

— I don't know, just a few minutes ago I was about to take another order, I noticed the order you guys had just taken and... I couldn't believe you had an easy life. I mean, you were eating, without a care in the world, a couple, attractive, your boyfriend had a pretty big wad in his wallet. I wished... Well, you know, to have that. A nice body, money, a boyfriend, not having to stand for almost eight hours dealing with idiot diners – his gaze tensed a little, until he burst out laughing – And now look at me! Living the dream, I didn't think it would come true, but shit, I'm not complaining – He lay back on our bed, raising his arms behind his head and flexing his biceps – Damn, dude, your boyfriend really is like a sculpture in person. Look at these things, they're big! I'm big!

He laughed again, until he inhaled, his curious nose ending up between Parker's armpit hairs, burying it.

— Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?! That doesn't belong to you!

— Correction, yes, it belongs to me now. Everything you see is mine – He twisted his smile, settling into bed and pulling his dirty sneakers up onto the bed. He even wiped them with the sheet, leaving a trail of dirt and mud on it – And you better change this ball-busting attitude you're having, unless…

— Unless what? – I clenched my fists.

— Unless you want your perfect boyfriend running around town, offering himself to every man who crosses his path – He flexed his biceps with total arrogance – And I think we both know he'd have no problem with that.

I swallowed, my hands shaking. This guy wouldn't be able to do that, would he? My gaze again fell on the necklace, the same one he was shaking in his hands, oblivious to it.

— Okay, you're right, you win, I muttered, raising my hands as I looked at him.

— Great. Now, why don't you get your ass over here and be a good boyfriend?

I approached slowly, sat next to him, running my hand up his thigh slowly, our gazes meeting each other's. His breathing was nervous, anxious, like if you were putting a steak in front of a pack of dogs. Little by little, I moved closer until our breaths met.

— Is that how I'm a good boyfriend? – I whispered. He closed his eyes.

I tried to grab the necklace at that moment, but he pushed me away, causing me to fall buttocks to the floor.

— Hahaha, for God's sake, dude! Did you think your act was going to work? I've seen more convincing things than that. But why are you so interested in this trinket? – He held the necklace up in the air, examining it – Wait. Isn't this the same thing that broke at the restaurant? I had to sweep up all those beads – he said with some suspicion, then put it in his pocket – I have no idea what you wanted to do, asshole, but unfortunately for you, I'm not letting go of this.

He flexed his arms again, stretched his chest, and began to play with it. He bounced Parker's pecs like balls, squeezing them and running his fingers over his nipples. He lifted his shirt and then played with his torso hair.

— Woah, who knew your boyfriend had so much hair. He looks good, right? – he boasted, licking his lips. Then he turned to open the closet, looking at the remaining clothes, although his gaze went straight elsewhere – Shit, finally, no more annoying customers, no more stingy tips, and no more asshole boss of mine! My whole old life can go to hell now that you and your boyfriend gave me a free pass on this – He bent down to explore the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. Damn, Parker had forgotten to empty it this morning.

He grabbed the compression shirt he'd worn yesterday, the same one soaked with his sweat, reeking of a mix of musk, stench, and his cologne. I loved the scent (What? He's my boyfriend, for god's sake), but the sight and smell of him being in charge of someone else made me nauseous. He also changed into shorts, his defined calves and fat thighs in all their glory, as well as his shoes, slipping on the smelliest sneakers Parker owned. I'm sure he was about to start sniffing them when he noticed me still in the room.

— What? You want to see your boyfriend act like the kinkiest guy in town? That's sick, dude – He laughed as he grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

He looked like the picture of arrogance, running his tongue over his white teeth, rolling his shoulders back or flexing whenever he could, even flipping his hair back, like a movie star, yuck.

— Anyway, if you want to see so badly, you can follow me, or stand there crying like a bitch, but rest assured – He took a few steps forward, standing in front of me like an imposing brick wall – This is mine. And it will be forever.

He took the car keys back, left the room, and then left the apartment. Nausea and the urge to cry were building and mixing inside me. I wanted to throw myself on the bed, but I couldn't let him get away with it either. If Parker had told me his condition, it was to act in emergencies like this... I would have loved being better prepared, but fuck it, I had to do something now.

I looked out the window, saw the car still parked, and looked around for him. He was standing, talking to one of our neighbors, a man in his thirties, muscular and hairy all over. Parker always said he used to flirt with him. I always thought he was joking, until I saw the man rubbing himself against Parker’s body, smiling and running his hand over his pecs, flexing his biceps for him, as if he wanted to show him "everything he could have." Fury coursed through my body. I ran down the stairs, opened the door, and I swore I was going to hit them both.

But I only found our neighbor standing there, trying to cover the uncomfortable tent in his pants. The car started off with a bang, "Parker" letting out a maniacal laugh and sticking his middle finger out the window before disappearing down the street. Holy shit!

I pulled out my phone. Fortunately, we had a location app together, just for emergencies... I never thought I'd be chasing my boyfriend with someone else driving him. I grabbed my bike to start pedaling. I had no idea where I was going, but what was certain was that he was going full speed. Damn! If Parker got a ticket or got arrested, it would be more complicated. Why didn't we tip that guy better?! I kept looking at the tracking app, he was heading for the mall... What was he going to do there? I accelerated further until my legs hurt. I need to catch him.

His location stopped there. It took me another five minutes to get there. I left my bike as best I could to run inside. The place was decorated with orange and purple lights, pumpkins, and the like. It was huge, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack; a crowd was surrounding a spot… Could it be possible?

I approached, pushing through people to make room at the front. I don't know what kind of convention was going on; there were people in costumes, some spots, and right there, he was. He had his hands in poses, smiling charismatic.

People even wanted to take pictures with him while he flexed his biceps or struck ridiculous poses. Most of the people who wanted to take pictures with him, were guys who almost wanted to rip his clothes off or rub their noses against his body.

— Um… – I cleared my throat. His gaze lingered on me. I thought he'd say something aggressive again, or make fun of me, but he felt different, more… innocent?

— Do I know you? Do you want a picture? – he said with a genuine smile, winking at me. But it wasn't flirtatious, it was more like... Kindness?

— Would you like to join me for a second?

I didn't wait for an answer; I grabbed his arm to pull him outside. The crowd started to boo, and he fumbled forward before pulling away.

— Excuse me, what's wrong?

— Look, let's both be honest. I know that's not your body, and I don't know who you are, so be honest and tell me your name.

He looked at me incredulously, shaking his head and letting out a nervous laugh. Although he started to blush, something that gave Parker away when he was lying, I guess his body was still mostly responding for him.

— I don't know what you're talking about, dude.

— Don't play games with me. I drove almost all the way across town to find this body, because it belongs to my boyfriend, so now tell me. Who are you? – I growled. The guy felt cornered and sighed, staring at his palms.

— My name's Max – he murmured, his shoulders relaxing, and he leaned forward slightly, scratching his cheek nervously.

— So... why are you here?

Great, at least he wasn't that jerk of a waiter anymore.

— I don't know. Look, well… I'm a ghost, okay? – I think my eyes were so big that he knew I didn't quite believe him – I know it sounds crazy, but it's real. Okay? I died a few years ago, um... I was studying mechatronics engineering and, well, let's just say I wasn't very popular.

He scratched his head. I knew it was possible that lost souls could get into Parker, but… It was a different feeling to have him right in front of me.

— So?...

— And I was minding my own business, as usual, and suddenly I felt something pulling me, like a vacuum cleaner! And the next second I was here, I saw that photo booth, and I said, "Why not? Besides, I've never been in a living person's body before!" – he said with a chuckle, running his hands over his pecs and muscles – Don't take this the wrong way, but your boyfriend is really hot! I never thought I'd have this body. I mean, these muscles! They're amazing! A little… Um… stinky, but I didn't complain.

He chuckled, scratching himself again. It was strange to see Parker acting like this, nervous and silly, far from his everyday confidence. He looked like a giant being piloted by a mouse, although he had to admit this guy was a lot kinder and nicer than the last one.

I sighed, nodding.

— I understand that you like it and it's a new experience, but... Do you think you can give it back? I mean, well, you know, it's his body, it's my boyfriend, and...

— Yeah, sure.

I was silent for a long moment.

— What did you just say?

— I said yes, no problem.

— Just like that?... What's the catch? You don't want me to kiss you or something, do you?

— No, no, not at all. It's great to be alive again and have these huge biceps, haha! But I also understand that your boyfriend's body is this body, and I honestly miss being smaller, you know? I feel huge in his body – He gave another friendly chuckle – How can I give it back to you?

I walked over to him to search his pockets for the necklace. All I needed to do was put it on and I'd be thrown off into thin air- Where's the necklace? I looked around, there was no sign of it. That guy had thrown him on the road?! Where was it?!

— Shit, shit, shit – I was about to go crazy.

— Hey, calm down, what's going on? – He put his hands on my shoulders, trying to restrain me; I felt like I was gasping for air.

— We need the necklace, and... And I don't know where it is. There was someone else before you. And now it’s gone!

He looked thoughtful.

— Are you sure he had it with him? When I showed up here, he didn't have anything, maybe he's somewhere else.

— The car, come on, let's go – I ended up pulling him back. He climbed into the passenger seat while I took the wheel. I'd have to go back for the bike later, that was the least of my worries. I searched around, in the seats, drawers, even on the floor, but nothing. I tried to remember... Wait a minute! He took the necklace and then changed his clothes. The necklace was in the house!

— So... have you been together a long time?

— Almost three years.

— That's a long time, friend! I'm happy for you – He spread his legs, maybe the seat was too close, so it was too small for him; he shifted uncomfortably at least every five minutes.

— Thanks, so... you're a ghost?

— Yeah, weird, right? – He laughed, shaking his head, still looking at his hands curiously – I'd heard about possession by other ghosts. I thought it was only something in movies and books. I've been like this for about... 8 or 9 years? I've lost count, really. But this has never happened to me before, and now look, here I am, in your boyfriend's body – He denied it, smiling. He was really kind.

— And why do ghosts stay here? Do you know?

— I'm not quite sure… Some say it's unfinished business, like a limbo. If you don't fix those things, you're stuck here until you do, but I'm really not sure.

— And you... Do you have business?

— Quite a few, I think – he shrugged – Like I told you, I wasn't very popular. I didn't excel at much of anything, and everyone ignored me, I never had a boyfriend either, I died a virgin – He played with his fingers uncomfortably – Although I must admit that I felt good in the short time I was your boyfriend, you know? Seeing how people loved me, how they desired me… Posing like a superhero with his huge muscles! – He said, laughing – I think that's one less thing on the list, you know?

He looked at me again with a smile. I nodded, smiling back. His gaze remained blank for a moment. When I blinked, he let out a scream that almost made me swerve.

— Shit! – he said, breathing heavily. It can't be that he changed again in the car! There were still a few blocks to go, what was I going to do?!

He looked at his palms, even picked up his shirt to inhale it in disgust, grimacing as he slid his gaze toward me.

— Dyl? – he said, a nickname that only Parker used for me.

— Honey? – I said, allowing myself to look away from the road for a moment – Is that you?

— Yes, yes! – He looked at his pecs, bringing his hands to them – Why am I wearing this?

— It's a long story – I shook my head – Don't you remember anything?

— Very little, actually... It's like watching a movie halfway through, my head hurts – he groaned, leaning back in the seatback – What happened?

— Well, the waiter took your body and ran away with it, put those stinky clothes on you, um… Then a ghost possessed you, and from there you came back. We're almost home. I hope the necklace's there.

— Are you hoping? – There was a certain hostility in his voice that made my legs shake.

— The first guy snatched it from me. I don't know where he left it.

I know there was anger on his face, but he just sighed and nodded.

— It's okay, it's okay, it's not your fault, love… I- – he was about to speak, when his eyes twisted strangely, and he made a strange noise in his throat – Shit, n-not again – He leaned back involuntarily, seemed to have a spasm, his eyes crossed, his arms stiffened and twisted a little, and he let out a gasp before relaxing again. He blinked twice, as if his vision was blurry.

— PARKER? ARE YOU OKAY? – I yelled, speeding up again. He just let out a pitiful groan, spreading his legs a little wider to make room.

— Parker? What the hell are you talking about? – He rubbed his head before opening his eyes, looking around in confusion – Why aren't I in my room? – He looked at his palms with a mixture of horror and curiosity, then looked down at his thighs – Don't tell me! – he said, laughing, moving his legs with a certain familiarity. Then he looked at me – Dylan?

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and now Parker's eyes seemed so... familiar. Although I couldn't determine where from that air... I knew where from; it was on the tip of my tongue.

— Who are you?

— It's me, Gale!

Gale was Parker's younger brother. He had only started college a few months before. Now I understood why his way of acting felt so familiar. He was slim, had a good physique, though he didn't have his brother's muscles. He wasn't as committed to the gym; he was more the type of guy who prefers to sit for hours playing video games. He touched himself with a natural fascination, touching his strong shoulders, looking at himself in the car's rearview mirror. It was then that he noticed something, or rather, the absence of something.

— Shit, he's not wearing his necklace, what happened?

— It's a long story – I mumbled again, somewhat irritated – I accidentally broke it, and then some guy ran off with his body, you know, beacons.

He stared at me strangely for a while.

— Bro, I'm not a beacon.

— I thought... Parker told me everyone in his family had that condition – There was almost a block to go.

— Well, partly. I'm not.

— Are you normal?

— Um... No.

— So what are you?

— I’m a bodyjumper, the opposite of Parker. I get into people. I don’t control it either, but it’s way cooler when someone gets into me – he said with a laugh, putting his feet up on the dashboard of the car, radiating immaturity in all its splendor. But what else could I do with my boyfriend’s gamer brother? – I also have my necklace, but I don’t usually wear it. I don’t know why I ended up in Park anyway – he said, sniffing himself. I thought he was going to complain, but he just sniffed himself again a little more.

— Do you want to not be a pervert in your brother’s body?

— Hey, I haven’t been inside him in a while, don’t kill the fun – he said, inhaling his scent – Besides, you know you love the stench as much as I do – he winked.

— Wait, YOU LITTLE SHIT, YOU WERE INSIDE ME?!

— What do you think? – he said with a soft chuckle, shifting his feet without interest. He even started to unbuckle them to take them off. It was a miracle we got home before he did.

— Get off – I ordered. Hopefully, this would all be over soon.

— Hey, you're a killjoy! Did you know that? – he said, not missing the opportunity to play with his chest again. It looked so big and enormous in that compression shirt.

It was hard to stay so "controlled" when I saw Parker acting like that. And I don't mean because I disliked him (partly I did, but...). At the end of the day, it was my boyfriend's body. I was fascinated by all his muscles, even the stench... I don't know how much longer I could hold out.

I went upstairs looking for the necklace, finding it wrapped in a shirt. I immediately handed it to Gale.

— Put it on.

— Woah, woah, I'm just getting there, and you're kicking me out so fast?

— Gale, I'm not in the mood.

He looked at me with some annoyance, rolling his eyes.

— Fine, but just so you know, I was inside you once, and from then on I knew how much you love smelling my brother's armpits – he said with mocking malice. He unlocked the necklace, put it on, and closed it. We both stared at each other for a long moment – So... something's supposed to happen? Because this is awkward.

— I-I don't understand. You should have left his body, that's how it works. Right?

He thought for a moment, taking off the necklace again to hold it out in my hand.

— Unless… It's my power that's influencing it and not his – he couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror, even at his own butt.

— No way, we're going all the way to your university, which is on the other side of the country, for you to put on a collar.

— Nah, calm down. It's not like my body goes into a coma; can you imagine how uncomfortable that would be? It just stays on some kind of autopilot, does everything I would do, and when I return to my body, everything is there.

It was a lot of information to process, no doubt. I love Parker too much, but… His family tree was… peculiar. He went to the closet to change, thankfully into normal clothes, then sat down on the bed to grab his cell phone.

— So you're going to…

— Call myself and tell me to put on my necklace to leave here, yes. You're pretty smart, Sherlock – I had to admit that it was irritating me to hear my boyfriend speak so sarcastically. He unlocked his phone, scrolled through his contacts, almost hitting the call button, but then slowly lowered it – Hey, and what if…

— No, believe it or not. You’re leaving right now. I’ve had enough of seeing my boyfriend possessed three times today.

— I know, I know! I understand, dude, but come on. I have nothing to do tonight, I don’t have a costume, it would be way more fun to stay in my brother’s huge body and go out and have fun – he said, winking at me.

— Gale, that’s a terrible idea.

— Oh, come on! College is boring as shit. I don’t have many friends, and I don’t want to stay up watching horror movies and stuffing myself with popcorn all night. Look, why don’t we make a deal? We’ll go to some party, and… I’ll release his body before seven tonight, you collar him, and that’s it, what do you say?

— I don't know, look – I turned around for a moment to start cleaning up all the mess in the room. It was safe to let my guard down; now I only had to deal with his hormonal brother… – I understand that you think it's fun to spend the night in his body, but we had plans, you know? We wanted to do fun things together, and now I can't do it because he's not here, and everything's messed up, everything's upside down, and… Are you listening to me?

When I turned around, he only had the phone in his hands with a mocking smile.

— Are you checking his phone?!

— Yep, and I must admit, you two have some pretty interesting photos and videos saved here. I didn't know you could be so flexible! I don't remember that from when I was in you!

— Look, if I say yes, will you leave?

— Of course! We have a lot to plan now!

He made me pick out Halloween costumes for both of us. He spent most of the afternoon getting ready, even dyeing his hair a fancy green dye. By the time he was done, he looked ridiculous.

— Tadah! What do you think?

— Whatever… – I murmured, praying for the misery to finally end.

— Hey, you're in a really bad mood, aren't you? – He closed the distance between us a little more; I could feel his breathing – Maybe you need something to cheer you up – he licked his lips, slowly lowering himself down, my legs shaking.

— Gale, I don't think this is a good idea, I…

— Shh… – I felt his hands go over the button of my pants to undo them, his hands running up my legs and slowly pulling them down – I'm not Gale right now, I'm just your beloved boyfriend who wants to help you feel better.

I pressed my back against the wall, my nervous breathing killing me. I felt like everything around me was on fire. My wet tool was pressed against the underwear. He just moved it with fun, without even lowering it. He leaned closer, pressing his nose against it, which made me gasp loudly – Perfect… Just like old times.

I felt the warmth of his mouth enveloping me, even through my clothes. Instinctively, I pressed him harder while panting softly. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I didn't want to give him any more satisfaction than he already had. I felt his eagerness for movement, how he used his tongue and cheeks to apply pressure. I felt like I was in heaven.

— S-shit, yeah, like that… – I held him a little closer, too focused on the excitement to notice how strange it was when he started moving awkwardly again. I even thought he was gasping for air, so I pressed him closer against my hip. He made a confused groan, and I let go. He inhaled sharply, coughing on the ground – Sorry, was I too rough? Are you okay?

He coughed a few more times, pressing his knuckles against the ground. When he looked up, his expression was very different.

— What the fuck were you doing to me? – he said, his tone more aggressive. That didn't seem to be Gale or Parker. He looked at his hands in confusion, then began touching his chest, his abs, even stopping at his buttocks, which he squeezed firmly. I tried to get closer, and he slapped my hand away – Don’t touch me, faggot.

Shit… Of all the people on earth, did a homophobe have to possess him? Just what I needed! He wiped his mouth in disgust, looking around, though from just the touch on his face, I guess he realized he was now in a different body. Our eyes met again, and he started running. I only heard the door slam. Damnit! I wanted to run, but my pants were making it very difficult. I grabbed my phone to track him again, just as I noticed a text from Gale: 

《Heeeey, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not there anymore, but take care! 》- That little jerk!

I tried to open the tracking app, but the location wasn't updating; it didn't seem to be moving. I knew he had his phone with him, but it just kept charging. Now I'd have to hunt him down by car! When the app updated, he was already several miles away from here. How had he moved so fast?

I started driving. He'd moved toward the suburbs on the other side of town, much farther than the mall. Where was he going? What was he planning to do? My knuckles around the steering wheel were nearly popping as I pressed the accelerator to the floor. Around a bend, I got a call from Gale.

— Hey! How's everything going, brother-in-law?

— How do you think things are going? Your brother's body got away again! I told you it was a terrible idea.

— Yeah... I have to admit I screwed up. I'm sorry, Dylan. But I want to help. I can tell you things I know, and that I know Parker probably didn't tell you.

— I'm listening.

— Look, you're probably wondering if the possessions are random, aren't you?

— I know how this whole emotion thing works. What's your point?

— That emotions are also key to getting them out. Halloween has a very strong effect on bodies. The later it gets, the easier it will be to get them out, but it also makes it easier for something to get in, even with the slightest thought.

— And this helps me...

— You just have to focus on two things: either make them feel something intense, or tackle them and put the collar on them, but judging by the muscle between you and Parker, I think the second one will be difficult for you.

— Understood, thanks – I said reluctantly, taking another turn; I was closer now.

— And Dylan...

— Yes?

— You have to do this quickly, before midnight, understood?

— Midnight? Parker didn't mention anything about that.

— I know, they're… Look, I don't control how festivities and the magic within them work. I just know that if something stays in the body of a beacon after midnight, it's likely to stay there indefinitely. Maybe until next year or…

— I understand. You don't have to say anything, bye.

I parked the car. That idiot had brought Parker's body to a residential mansion. Several guys and girls were entering. The party atmosphere was in the air, the scent of drinks, the way the music boomed. Why had he brought him here?

I made my way through the people as best I could, I went through the house from top to bottom. I ended up finding him in the kitchen. He had two girls on either side of him, kissing them while he groped them. They were laughing, running their hands over his chest, his hair, his gaze was devouring them. I couldn't help but feel my stomach churn. He'd even changed his costume!

— What the fuck do you think you're doing? – I said in an aggressive tone. He just looked at me with a sly laugh.

— Oh, look who's here! – He moved his bottle to the side, leaving it on the kitchen table – Cutes, could you give us a moment alone? My friend and I have something to talk about.

They both left, but not before kissing him and him slapping each of them on the buttocks.

— What did you do to yourself?

— Oh, about the suit, yeah... I didn't want to look like a sissy out there, so I decided to wear something nicer. It looks good, don't you think? Your... Boyfriend has a nice body. I think he was wasting it on other men – He flexed his biceps, lifting his armpit and inhaling the sweat – He even smells pretty strong, like a real man, don't you think? He loses his potential in the hands of a faggot like you.

— Give him his body back.

— Nah, I don't think that's going to happen, asshole. I'm here to stay. I've wasted too much time, and I'm not going back to where I came from, so I think it's best if you say goodbye to your boyfriend.

He took a handful of chips and put them in his mouth, chewing them loudly, taking another sip from the bottle. It was disgusting to see Parker acting like this, so crude and disgusting. The worst part was when he swallowed what he had and let out a loud burp.

— Get used to this, because this is what it's going to be forever.

He said, shoveling another handful of chips into his mouth. He didn't even bother to close it. With that alpha male attitude spilling out all over the room, I knew Gale was right about the collar. I couldn't tackle him if he was still in charge of Parker's body. He'd hit me without hesitation.

— Okay, you win – God, I can't believe this is the second time tonight I'm doing this – You're right, a body like that should be better under the command of a real man like you – I slowly inched closer. He was too focused on drinking to pay any attention to me.

— Good for you to admit it. They say people like you aren't that smart – he mocked with another burp. He even scratched his manhood over his suit. There was a huge tent down there, I guess from the make-out session with those girls.

— Sure, though not as smart as real men like you – I gradually closed the gap – Although I think it would be a mistake if he let you go without experience, you know?

— Experience? What the fuck are you talking about?- Mgh! – I grabbed him from below with some force, squeezing. I saw him throw his head back, his eyes crossed. I took advantage of that to raise my hand to his pecs and pinch the ridges there.

— Yeah, this-

I had a partial advantage. I knew my boyfriend's weak spots, all the ones that would make his legs shake. The guy gasped again, grabbed my shoulders, shaking his head. I could see the blush on his cheeks even with the green makeup.

— Wh-what the fuck are you doing?

— Nothing, just enjoy the ride – I winked at him. My hand slid a little lower, pressing on one spot. He let out another long gasp, tightening his grip. I don't know if he was already a little "excited" before I came, or if it was the drinks kicking in, but his chest rising and falling indicated he was getting closer.

— S-stop, d-don't do that.

— Sorry, what are you saying? I don't think I understand you.

Another flick of my finger, and he ended up letting out a profuse moan. I felt the stream escape from the spandex suit, spraying everything in the kitchen. His gaze twisted as his chest heaved.

— S-shit... Dyl? What just happened? Why... Why am I sticky? And why does my mouth feel so dry?

— I'll explain later, come on – I wanted to pull him back to the car. Although just as Gale had predicted, something else crept back into his body.

— Shit! Dyanl?! Is that you? – His demeanor changed with a snap of his fingers, his gaze becoming more agile, like a tiger stalking its prey. I felt his hands grip my waist with some force. I thought it was Gale being funny again, but he had a look on his face, completely similar to... Shit, no, not him – What are you doing here? And what am I doing here? Why do I feel...? Ugh, I peed on myself?

— N-no, I...

I didn't count on there being a mirror in front of us.

— Fuck me! What is this?! – He said with a chuckle. He didn't waste a second flexing his arms, flexing his pecs, putting his hands on the back of his neck, and just as shamelessly grabbing his new glutes, he gave us more than one strange look, I didn't know if it was because of his actions or the huge stain on his pants.

— Maybe you should change… – I muttered.

— Shit, yeah! Let's go to my room.

— Your... Your room?

— Pfff, of course. Whose party do you think it is?

It can’t be. Now not only did I have my ex-boyfriend inside Parker's body, we were also at his house. I had never even realized he'd moved out. When we broke up, I cut off all ties with him. Blocked him on social media. His friends didn't talk to me anymore, nor did mine to him. He practically ceased to exist for me, as if a black hole had swallowed him. We had broken up because of his toxic behavior. He was very jealous and controlling. Sometimes it seemed like he saw me more as a lapdog than a partner. He was attractive, but… It only served to cover up what an idiot he was as a person. He led me to his room, where he threw himself down on the bed.

He took a bit of the liquid dripping down his pants and brought it to his mouth, licking his lips mockingly.

— I always wondered why you left me for this guy, but this tastes delicious. He sure has you all worked up, right?

— Shut up, Ossian – I said – It's not like you value me that much in your real body.

— Honey, that was before, I've changed.

— Sure, like all the times you said that and ended up cheating on me, right? – I watched as he got up, headed to his closet, and then to the bathroom. He stood there for a while with the door open.

— I was wrong. I'm not perfect. Okay? But that doesn't mean I didn't love you – when he came back out of the bathroom, he'd already removed his makeup and was wearing something else.

Why do you all get so hung up on dressing up my boyfriend?! – I can be your hero, if you want me to – he winked at me, lying back down on the bed.

— I already have my hero, thanks.

— That boring guy? Come on, you know I'm much better. You never complained to me when we did. I just heard you screaming and begging for more and more. Don't you remember the old days?

— There's a reason these are old times. Give me Parker back. He's not your playground.

— Of course he is – He took off his shoes to expose the smelly feet now under his control – Pfft, your boyfriend smells a little off, doesn't he? Or what, is this what you like about him? – He lifted his foot, wiggling his toes in my direction – Is the guy a smelly pig? I knew you were a bit perverted, but I never thought it was that bad – He let out a mocking laugh – Go on, just say yes. You deserve someone as good as me, and if this is what you like – he flexed his biceps, tracing their way from his pecs to his tool. He looked so much bigger in that suit, his chest looked enormous – I can keep it, no problem.

— I want him.

He squinted at me.

— Pfff. You're crazy if you think I'm going to give this back! I mean, the guy doesn't have a bad body, not as great as me, sure, but I can't complain, you know? And if he's so special to you, it'll be way better to have him under my control – He chuckled – Just get used to seeing your sweetheart boyfriend act like a jerk. What will your friends say when they see him cheating on you? – He leaned closer to grab my chin – Or that he doesn't bother to wear deodorant. Why don't we start making things interesting already? Maybe “he” can post things on his social media like he needs someone to take care of him.

He winked.

— I gave you a chance, Dylan. It was your mistake not to take it at the time-

He writhed in pain when I punched him in the stomach, curling into a ball as he gasped in pain.

— You son of a bitch! Ugh! – He squirmed for a moment longer, gritting his teeth.

— I'm sorry, idiot, but I'm never going to let you mess with my boyfriend – I took the necklace out of my pocket, wrapped it around his neck, and closed the clasp. Ossian just let out a gasp of discomfort, as if he were about to vomit. I saw his eyes twitch and something come out of his mouth. There was a flash of light, like a bomb. Only Parker's body remained, lying on the carpet.

— Honey?! Honey, wake up! – He groaned, looking around, one hand going to his head and the other to where I hit him.

— Is it... Is it over?

— Yes, it's all right, you're safe – I moved closer to hug him tightly, enveloping our lips in a deep kiss. A tear or two escaped – I thought I almost lost you.

— But you saved me... Although, ouch... Did I get caught up in a street fight or something?

— I'll tell you later – I smiled sideways to help him up – Now let's go home, okay? I just want a quiet night with you.

I was about to go to the door when he shook his head, taking my shoulder.

— Wait. I want something first.

— What's wrong? Whatever you want.

His cheeks flushed a little, he looked away and scratched his head, nervously biting his lip.

— Well, at least five people were inside me today and... There are things I honestly don't want to ask – he said with a laugh – But, I don't think I've ever been that close to you. It's not the first time I've thought about it, but... Could you... Could you possess me? – The question took me by surprise. I remained silent for a long moment – No, forget it, I'm sorry, I know it was a stupid question.

— No, no, calm down, it's not, it's just... You caught me off guard – I took him by the shoulders, our gaze fixed on each other – If that's what you want, it would be a pleasure to do it – I nodded – I'm just worried about, well... that something else might get inside.

— No, calm down. I think if all kinds of feelings made someone else enter inside me, you can do it too – he murmured softly, taking me by the waist to pull me closer. His lips and tongue crashed against mine. I felt his saliva trickle down the corners of my mouth. I leaned in and pressed against him more insistently, his muscles grinding against me, his breathing labored. I closed my eyes, enjoying his kisses, the smell that surrounded him, the feel of the suit enveloping him. Everything was perfect. I didn't even notice when he took off his necklace.

I continued the kisses, pressing myself against him, my hands in his hair, a small bite on his lips. I needed him, I wanted him so much... I wanted him. I felt a strange sensation, like metal being attracted to metal, strong and intense, a resounding fall into nowhere. I thought I was almost dead when I started to open my eyes. I felt strange, very heavy, and… tight. I looked down, the first thing that greeted me was the Superman suit wrapping around me like stuffed meat.

— Fucking hell! – I jumped up, my hands were huge, strong. My pecs were the same, they looked like a mound of flesh, my biceps… Shit, the scent was strong. Did I smell like that? My hands went to my pecs, rubbing and squeezing them, I dug my fingers into them while panting, it felt so wonderful. Mfff… My god, Parker was really huge, and sensitive! Not even two seconds had passed and my wood felt hard as a branch. Jesus…

— Can you hear me?

— Who the fuck is there?! – I turned around, seeing no one in the room, just me with that uncomfortable tent under my suit. I even raised my fists, feeling my boyfriend's strength emanating through me now.

— Dyl, calm down, it's me!

— H-how? Like through me?

— Yes! I don't know how it's possible. I tried to talk to everyone inside me, but no one would listen. Only you could! Isn't that great?

— A little creepy having someone else inside my head, but yeah – I said nervously. Wow… I couldn't help but bring my hands to my throat, feeling how my boyfriend's voice was now responding to what I wanted, how every inch of him mindlessly obeyed my will: lifting his leg, flexing, bouncing my pecs, shaking my butt… Everything responded to me and for me.

— Are you having fun, aren't you?

— Are you judging me? – I said with a chuckle, focusing again on his pecs. They looked so huge in that suit, like they would rip if I stretched them any further. One of the reasons I had fallen in love with him, without a doubt. Soft and huge, the best of both worlds.

— Not at all, I'm actually enjoying seeing you this excited.

I heard a low gasp through his subconscious. My hands once again settled on my pecs, enjoying the spongy feel there. I tugged at the ridges, my breathing labored.

— Are you always this sensitive?

— Yes…

Our gasps were mingling together, I felt my tool hard against the suit, and I had to stop myself.

— W-what are you doing?

— Wait, there's something I've always wanted to do with you, too.

Luckily, the costume shops were still open late into the night.

— I love the way your silhouette looks – I said, walking through the city streets. I had to admit I was swaying my waist more than usual, my buttocks wrapped in that tight suit. Maybe I'd ordered a size smaller than I should have.

— I feel so exposed… – he said, breathing heavily – Isn't there something shorter?

— I wanted to buy you a Sailor Moon costume, but they were all gone – I laughed to myself. I really felt huge! I knew Parker worked out a lot, and that I loved his muscles, but having them under my control was a very different feeling. Flexing his big arms, the stinky scent lingering in his armpits, the way other men looked at me, was this how he felt all the time? It made me a little jealous, and at the same time, it drove me crazy.

The strength in his biceps, his strong shoulders, heavens, that jaw chiseled by the gods, I loved every bit of it, I loved being him! Now I understood why the ghosts and guys had gone crazy. It was so intoxicating to be Parker, like ambrosia, the magnificent stench, everything was fantastic; I don't know if it was my excitement or something, but I felt like the suit made everything better, the drawn outline, the closeness, like a second skin, it almost didn't feel like a costume but like paint.

— I think it's time to go home, I want to do something else.

As soon as we got home, I put my smelly foot against my face, inhaling all the essence of it, the sweat trapped between my toes, that aroma on the sole of my foot, my tongue couldn't handle how delicious it smelled and tasted, I heard Parker moan, my hand moving up and down furiously, following the shaft of my tool, I rolled my eyes with a long, drawn-out moan.

— Shit, that feels so… MGGGH, don't stop, don't stop – he gasped.

My legs and feet twisted around my eyes. I'd never felt such intense pleasure. It was as if his psyche and mine had merged into one, as if he were melting my neurons.

— MFFFFHH, SHIT, YES, YES – I whimpered louder, spilling all the whitish liquid all over the floor and sheets. It was a mess, even reaching my chest and face, but it felt so good. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling the sweat all over my body, my torso rising and falling.

— That was…

— Incredible, I know – I said with a laugh, taking out the necklace to put it around his neck – Ready to come back? 

I smiled, excited by the idea of ​​having him back with me, although honestly, if I could ever possess him again, I wouldn't complain at all... Shit, I even feel excited just thinking about it.

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Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is one of the last Halloween's special stories, so I hope you like it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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A NEW BEGINNING PART 2 (STORY OF MALE POSSESSION)

God, I can't believe that everything is working wonderfully. I have adapted quite well to Mario's life. These last few months have seemed like a dream. In the mornings I go to the news and it is incredible. I love my new, very masculine voice and I can't say that It excites me to put on those business suits every morning that fit my new body so well, I love running your soft hands through the silk socks that reach the firm calves of this beautiful male.

What can I say, it's a dream come true, I finally have everything I want, as I always knew I was gay and with this new body no one could resist this very well endowed body, thank you Mario I am fascinated by having taken your body.

Tonight I went to a bar in my area, I got new clothes for this body, it was exciting to be able to see my reflection and try on clothes so sexy and tight that they go over my soft and hairy legs.

I'm ready for tonight, I look spectacular with these tight pants that show my wonderful bulge that is eager to find a pussy to impregnate, God seeing me with this body excites me too much, I think that before I go to the bar I will masturbate, it is pink and big cock is totally mine, I start to think what Mario would say when he sees what I do with his body.

The days go by and I don't get bored in the slightest being Mario. Since the day I went to that bar, notifications have not stopped coming to my iPhone about twinks who want to sleep with me. Every night I unload on such a young and soft pussy.

Since Mario was earning quite well in the news, I decided to take advantage of this and take a vacation. You can imagine it with this sensual body and my wallet full of money. I was irresistible to any man I wanted to sleep with. I bought new tighter clothes to provoke glances, I can't stop looking at myself I adore Mario's body I love having his life I will never regret going into his mouth until I take over every part of him.

Damn, seeing myself with these moccasins on drives me crazy, at night when I get to my apartment I take off my moccasins and start massaging my own feet with those beautiful black socks until I touch my package that is wrapped in those tight pants, it excites me so much that my load is distributed throughout my body, all that viscous liquid is impregnated throughout my body with that sexy executive suit on Mario's body.

That was it, I have to go to continue having fun and making use of Mario's body, which I imagine must be suffering from seeing how I use his body, and how many men I have impregnated with his wonderful and gifted cock, I love this suit Navy blue is my favorite, wearing it with those soft black socks and my shoes fascinates me.

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UN NUEVO COMIENZO (Historia male possession)

Yo era un hombre retirado, tenía años que no sentía ninguna motivación pero recientemente limpiándolo el sótano de la casa de mis padres encontré un extraño baúl en el cual habían muchos libros de ocultismo y brujería, me interesó bastante uno donde explicaba un embrujo que permitía poseer un cuerpo permanente, empecé a leer más sobre el tema ya que estaba aburrido de esta vida monótona y solitaria

Me miré al espejo y me odiaba realmente quería un cambio de vida, así que empecé a leer cada vez más los libros que había encontrado en casa de mis padres, cuando eran aproximadamente las 9 de la noche decidí tomar un descanso y encender el televisor para ver las noticias y ver que ocurría en la ciudad, ahí fue cuando lo vi, dios no puedo describir lo que realmente sentí en ese momento.

Eran el presentador de noticias locales Mario, era realmente guapo así que puse mis ojos en el, decidí en ese momento que él era el tipo de persona que quería ser, por lo que esa misma noche puse mi plan en marcha no podía perder más tiempo, era ahora o nunca.

Después de tanto leer enconte un buen conjuro el cual decía que si quería transportar mi alma a otro cuerpo recipiente primero tendría que tomar un líquido que claramente preparé, cuando termine de tomarlo sentí como si algo se desprenderá de mi, no le tome importancia y me decepcionó esto no funcionó, o eso creía, me dirigí a mi habitación solitaria y fría, rendido me acosté listo para despertar al día siguiente y afrontar otro miserable día en mi cuerpo.

Aproximadamente a las 5 de la madrugada desperté y me empecé a estremecer esto era doloroso pero a la vez excitante no podía describir lo que sentía todo mi cuerpo se desprendía de mi, hasta que todo paro por qué de un momento a otro estaba afuera de mi, viendo mi cuerpo solitario en la cama sin nadie dentro, cuando cerré los ojos y creía que era un sueño volví a la realidad y de pronto estaba en un camerino, de una televisora, cuando abrieron la puerta, lo vi era el, Mario estaba solo y no me podía ver, aquí fue la oportunidad

Cuando se sentó en una silla de ahí a ver los mensajes de su teléfono decidí aprovechar y me convertí en una especie de alma y me introduci por su boca, él empezó a gemir del dolor que sentía al yo entrar en su cuerpo, esto era insoportable para el, gemía demasiado en ese ajustado traje gris , cuando por fin todo terminó, abrí los ojos y Dios todo había funcionado era Mario, por fin era el no lo podía creer.

Me quite el traje no soportaba esa presión, encendí su teléfono para verme y aquí está el, ese reflejo era mío, su cuerpo se estremeció y de pronto sentí un bulto en la entrepierna, el estaba realmente dotado y sabía que no lo iba a desaprovechar esto era increíble, pero tuve que controlarme ya que ahora era el y tenía que presentar el noticiero por lo que me puse mi traje y salí a el foro de noticias, esto fue una experiencia muy excitante.

Ahí estaba yo sentado listo para presentar el noticiero y para ser mi primera vez haciendo esto no lo hice nada mal, parece que mi suerte esta cambiando, no me arrepiento en haber hecho esto.

Cuando mi trabajo terminó me dirigí al departamento de Mario, esta noche me esperaba algo maravilloso.

Me cambié de ropa a algo más casual, su departamento era cálido y muy lujoso, nada comparado a la horrible vivienda en la que vivía, yo siempre fui gay pero no lo admití asi que Mario serás una estrella en el bar gay al que iremos en Ciudad de México, no puedo esperar las nuevas experiencias que vivirás. Este cuerpo es precioso no paro de mirar mi entrepierna y ese maravilloso bulto que ahora es mío.

Aquí estoy viviendo mi vida al máximo como Mario, el poseer su cuerpo fue la mejor decisión que tome en mi vida,cada día en el es mejor que el pasado

No paro de masturbarme por las noches cuando salgo de trabajar con ese traje y esos calcetines de seda que me pongo, jamás creía que esto se hubiera hecho realidad así que ahora creo más que nunca en que los milagros si existen, si no quien más que ese libro me hubiera dado la clave de la felicidad.

Eso fue todo se me hace tarde y tengo un encuentro gay por la aplicación de grindr.......

[cobraas-blog]

Swap with Superman Henry Cavill.

[ittom2m]

EL VIAJE ASTRAL

Los viajes atrales son un fenómeno muy fascinante pero poco estudiado, por eso el profesor Evan se ha dedicado la mayor parte de su vida a estudiarlos.

Pero por más que el profesor le apasione el tema, él ya esta viejo por eso mismo contrato a Mike su nuevo asistente un joven estudiante con mucho potencial en el campo de la investigación científica y que desde muy pequeño ha tenido la habilidad de hacer viajes astrales así que sabe muy bien del tema casi tanto como el profesor Evan por eso es muy común que realicen sesiones juntos para tener viajes astrales.

En su última sesion estaban estudiando las interacciones entre sus cuerpos astrales y como es que se podían comunicar e interactuar en el plano astral, todo iba bien hasta que al terminar el viaje, el primero en despertar fue el profesor pero esta vez se sentía con más energía como si hubiera rejuvenecido, hasta que vio sus manos, se dio cuenta de que este no era su cuerpo Si no que era el cuerpo de Mike al verse en un espejo se emocióno aún más asi que se quito la playera y empezó a tocar su nuevo cuerpo en específico los músculos bien trabajandos de su asistente mientras hacía eso, comenzó a sentir como su corazón empezaba a bombear sangre a su entrepierna, asi que se bajo los pantalones solo para ver un bulto considerablemente grande debajo de su ropainterior, lo único que pensó Evan fue en desnudarse por completo y dejar salir ese pedazo de carne pero antes queria tomarse una foto y recordar ese momento.

justo después de tomar la foto, Mike lo interrupio al parecer habia despertado muy desorientado, casi le daba un infarto al ver como se estaba comportando su cuerpo.

El profesor lo tranquilizo y le explico la situación mientras se volvía a vestir, aún así Mike quería regresar a su cuerpo y el profesor se sentía mal por haber actuado de esa forma en el cuerpo de su asistente, así que tuvieron una sesión rápida para volver a sus cuerpos.

Mike ahora se sentia aliviado mientras veía la foto que el profesor tomo cuando cambiaron de cuerpos, solto una sonrisa y le hizo saber que le gustaria seguir investigando más sobre el intercambio de cuerpos y que podrían intentar volver a intercambiar para la siguiente sesión.

El unico problema era que la siguiente sesión seria hasta el otro sabado ya que Mike estaba ocupado con la escuela, para Evan esto fue un gran inconveniente ya que necesitaba volverse a sentir así de fuerte y viril, y solo lo podía lograr teniendo el cuerpo de su asistente.

Así que el Profesor Evan ideó un plan. Espero a la noche del domingo aproximadamente a las 11:00 pm ya que Mike se iba a la cama temprano para ir al escuela, Evan se tomó las suficientes pastillas para dormir esto con el fin de relajarse y poder tener un viaje astral lo antes posible. En un instante el profesor se encontraba en el plano astral, se dirijo a la casa de Mike en específico a su cuarto donde se quedó esperando en una esquina hasta que vio como el cuerpo astral de Mike apareció, esa era la señal. Su asistente estaba teniendo uno de esos viajes astrales involuntarios, sabía que los tenía a menudo, ahora era el momento de poseerlo así que el espiritu de Evan se abalanzó sobre el cuerpo inerte de Mike.

Profesor Evan: Mi plan ha funcionado *dice con la voz profunda de mike* no lo puedo creer me siento genial en este cuerpo, ahora que tengo el control total podré disfrutarlo empezando por donde me quede.

Al levantarse de la cama el profesor se da cuenta de que su asistente duerme solo en ropa interior y con calcetines.

El profesor no pudo evitar oler los diferentes aromas que emitía su nuevo cuerpo como el de sus axilas, parecía que Mike estaba tan cansado que se durmió sin bañarse, eso no le digusto a Evan al contrario empezó a exitarse mientras veía esos calcetines blancos. Derrepente tuvo unas ganas de quitárselos y olerlos, y así fue mientras los olia comenzó a tener una ereccion, sabía lo que tenía que hacer así que se bajo su bóxer dejando salir el pene de Mike, aproximadamente unos 17 cm sin circuncisión y con un buen grosor, en ese momento el profesor supo que fue una muy buena decisión haberlo poseído mientras se masturbaba con un calcetín comenzó a gemir, al oír los gemidos de su asistente lo éxito aún más e hizo que se viniera de una vez.

El cuerpo de Mike estaba todo sudado en medio de su cuarto con la verga metida en un calcetín lleno de su leche mientras el profesor lo poseía, solo de pensar en está escena sacada de sus fantasías más perversas aún mantenía duro su pene.

El profesor Evan se sentó en una silla mientras jugaba con sus bolas supo que este cuerpo ahora sería suyo, no pensaba dejarlo.

Al día siguiente el profesor despierta y lo primero que ve es la ereccion mañanera de su nuevo cuerpo

Evan: Aun no puedo creerlo, sigo en el cuerpo de Mike, anoche fue como un sueño, parece que este cuerpo estaba esperando a ser usado por alguien con más experiencia.

*suena el despertador*

Evan: Vaya ya es tarde, tengo que bañarme después de haberme divertido anoche me quede dormido por eso este cuerpo ya apesta *se huele la axila* aunque me gustaria seguir oliendo así, tengo que ir al escuela y fingir ser Mike o bueno tratar de ser él.

Evan: Este cuerpo es muy sensible, solo comenze a tallarme y ya tengo otra ereccion, quisiera volverme a masturbar pero ya se me hizo tarde, creo que me quede mucho tiempo mirándome al espejo, este cuerpo merece ser visto por todos, comenzare a tomarme más fotos para subirlas a las redes sociales de Mike así puede que llame la atención de un chico lindo con el que pueda sacar todo el potencial de mi nuevo cuerpo.

Evan: ahora tengo que vestirme aunque Mike tiene coche, así que podría manejar en boxer solo para ver sus piernas peludas, pies y paquete en cada oportunidad que tenga.

Evan: dedique toda mi vida al estudio de los viajes astrales y ahora que soy Mike puedo decir que vale la pena dar todo de ti a lo que te apasiona, talvez algún día puedas usar tus conocimientos para poseer un cuerpo como este.

[into-the-male]

Match Inesperado Parte 5

Perspectiva de Gilberto:

Después de esa noche… todo se sentía extraño.

Rubén y yo intentamos actuar con normalidad, como si nada hubiera pasado. Nuestra conversación fue casual, ligera incluso, pero para mí era imposible ignorarlo. Había cruzado una línea con alguien que, en realidad, era mi alumno.

Acordamos, sin decirlo explícitamente, mantenerlo en secreto. Especialmente de Pedro.

Desayunamos en silencio relativo, hasta que notamos un mensaje en el celular: Pedro ya estaba en casa. O al menos, eso decía.

Cuando llegamos a mi departamento, le pedí a Rubén que mantuviéramos la misma versión:

—Diremos que nos quedamos viendo películas de cine de autor y planeando clases.

Rubén asintió.

Al entrar, encontramos a Pedro aún con la ropa de la noche anterior. Nos saludó con normalidad.

—¿Cómo te fue con Alfredo? —pregunté.

—Bien —respondió, demasiado rápido.

Fue una respuesta simple… pero su expresión decía otra cosa. Estaba ocultando algo.

Curiosamente, tampoco mostró interés en preguntarnos demasiado por nuestra noche.

Cuando lo hizo, repetimos la excusa que habíamos acordado.

Películas. Planeaciones. Nada más.

Mientras lo decía, no pude evitar sentirme hipócrita.

Yo también le estaba ocultando cosas.

Dos, para ser exactos:

haber usado Grindr… y lo que pasó con Rubén.

Ese domingo por la noche, Pedro y yo acordamos algo práctico: durante el resto del intercambio, sería mejor que permaneciéramos en mi departamento. Así podríamos apoyarnos mutuamente y evitar sospechas, sobre todo porque sus padres no estaban en casa.

Aun así, no podía dejar de pensar en lo que Pedro ocultaba sobre su cita con Alfredo.

Y eso me frustraba… porque yo hacía exactamente lo mismo.

La situación ya era lo suficientemente absurda: dos personas en cuerpos ajenos, viviendo vidas que no les pertenecían.

Pero lo que vino después lo hizo aún más extraño.

Dormiríamos en la misma cama.

Mi departamento tenía un sofá cama perfectamente funcional, pero Pedro insistió:

—Es tu cama… y tu departamento. Además, me estás salvando la vida.

No era para tanto, pero no discutí.

Aun así, no esperaba esa propuesta.

Todo esto se volvía cada vez más raro.

A las diez de la noche le dije:

—Deberíamos dormir. Mañana es lunes.

Nos preparamos para acostarnos.

—Yo suelo dormir en bóxers… ¿no te molesta? —dijo Pedro con total naturalidad.

—No, para nada —respondí, intentando sonar igual de tranquilo—. A veces yo también lo hago.

Nos acomodamos en la cama.

Pero el sueño no llegaba.

Comenzamos a hablar… de cosas personales, superficiales al principio, pero poco a poco más profundas.

Aun así, era evidente:

ambos estábamos ocultando algo.

Eventualmente, el cansancio nos venció.

La alarma sonó demasiado pronto.

Nos habíamos quedado dormidos.

Ninguno quería levantarse.

Pero no teníamos opción.

Era lunes.

Y teníamos que seguir interpretando nuestros nuevos roles:

maestro y alumno.

Perspectiva de Pedro:

Cuando llegamos a la universidad, no podía quitarme de la cabeza todo lo que había pasado con Alfredo.

Seguía intentando procesarlo.

Toda mi vida me consideré heterosexual. Nunca me había cuestionado realmente mi orientación, pero después de aquella noche… algo había cambiado. O al menos despertado cierta curiosidad que antes no existía.

Y eso me confundía más de lo que quería admitir.

Por supuesto, no pensaba contarle nada a Gilberto ni a Rubén. Mucho menos a Gilberto. Después de conocer un poco de la historia que tuvo con Alfredo, sentía que aquello podía arruinar todavía más la relación entre nosotros.

Además, tenía otro problema encima: debía dar clases en el cuerpo de Gilberto.

Y eso me aterraba.

Más allá de ser el típico profesor serio y estricto, Gilberto era respetado por los demás maestros y colegas de la universidad. Todos lo conocían como alguien preparado y profesional.

Yo apenas podía fingir seguridad.

Cuando llegamos a la entrada de la universidad, ambos tuvimos que actuar con discreción. Habría sido extraño que un alumno llegara junto a su profesor como si fueran amigos cercanos.

Así que nos separamos inmediatamente.

Cada uno tomó su camino.

Yo debía interpretar el papel de Gilberto frente a sus alumnos.

Y Gilberto, ahora en mi cuerpo, tenía que volver a ser un estudiante universitario.

Las clases apenas iban a comenzar… y ya sentía que todo podía salir mal.

Parte 6?

[rocketeer9595]

Making Up For Lost Time

Within the kitchen of a one-bedroom apartment, an older man nervously paced back and forth, every now and then eyeing a package sitting on a nearby counter.

“I can’t back out now…” He muttered. “It cost a fortune..” He moved over to the sink, splashing some water on his face. “C’mon, don’t be a fucking pussy Vinnie.”

Judging by his classic white T and boxer combo, it must have still been early in the morning. Even then, Vinnie was already starting off the day with a bit of an internal struggle, a great way to start one’s own birthday. As he sat down to wipe his face, his attention moved to the calendar hanging on the wall, with today's specific date taunting him. “HAPPY 55th” was written in bright red marker.

Vinnie never dreaded his birthdays. He celebrated them with flair in fact. Big parties, extravagant dinners, themes that ranged from the ridiculous to the nostalgic. The Magnum P.I. bash for his 46th was among his favorites. That really should have been everyone's first clue that he was gay.

This year was different. The first since his divorce from his wife. The first since coming out to his family.

For thirty years, fear kept him in the closet. Fear of rejection, of losing his family, of throwing away a life built on a lie. While he wasn’t necessarily unhappy all this time, he knew his life wasn’t what it could and should have been. Now he was free to be his true self, but at what cost? His prime years had slipped through his fingers. The bars he frequented were filled with younger men, their lives just beginning while he was starting over.

Hook ups were plentiful, that wasn't an issue. A good deal of young bulls in the city desired a night out with an older man such as himself. "A quick fuck", "one night stand", "friends with benefits", Vinnie would familiarize himself with these phrases very quickly. However none ever wanted a relationship that lasted longer than a night.

Vinnie tried finding men more his age, but that quickly proved to lead no where. The pickings were definitely slim.

As Vinnie looked at the calendar, a feeling ruminated in the pit of his stomach. Did he wait too long? Were his best years all behind him? What sort of life awaited a fresh out of the closet 55-year old man? These questions irked Vinny so much that he had to do something about it. That’s what led him here.

Late night web browsing and half a bottle of pre-birthday wine led Vinnie down a peculiar rabbit hole. An email got delivered to his inbox in the dead of night. Instead of dismissing it immediately, its contents captured his attention. The email knew too much, his name, his regrets, his wish for a second chance. It promised a do-over, all for a hefty price that is. Against all logic he responded. And now, here it was.

Summoning a bit of courage, Vinnie approached the package. It was a hastily wrapped box, scotch tape’d to hell and back, and didn’t look as expensive as he had made it out to be. Opening it up, Vinnie fished through the almost endless sea of packing peanuts until he finally pulled out a tiny glass vial. A note was attached:

"Happy Birthday. Use responsibly."

His hand trembled as he uncorked it, tipping the liquid into the whiskey he had waiting. Vinnie wasn't quite sure what would happen once he drank it. Would it de-age him? Turn back time? Would he find out he'd been scammed? There was only one way to find out. He hesitated for a moment, but afraid of missing another chance at happiness knocked it back in one swift gulp.

The liquid burned as it went down, partly due to the whiskey he figured. As he felt the drink situate in his stomach, he waited for something to happen. Vinnie looked at the bottom of the glass, frowning.

"A thousand dollars down the drain." He pouted.

The effects then took hold. Vinnie noticed a soft glow envelop his hands which eventually spread throughout the rest of his body. He walked over to the mirror, wanting to see what was about to happen with his own eyes.

Suddenly, a strange weightlessness overtook him, as if he were being untethered from his own body. His limbs tingled, the edges of his vision blurred. Feeling unsteady, he reached to place his hand against the mirror, but he was shocked to see his hand pass right through it.

“What the hell?”

Panic surged. He stumbled forward, phasing completely through both the mirror and wall and finding himself on the other side in his bedroom. He'd find himself still moving however, not by his own will, but as if something unseen was pulling him forward. Vinnie attempted to fight against this invisible force and for a moment it looked like he was able to stand his ground. That was until this force became too much for him to bear.

His stomach lurched as he drifted through another wall, this time into the neighboring apartment.

Roberto’s apartment.

Vinnie barely knew his neighbor beyond the muffled sounds that came through the thin walls they shared. Heavy metal, loud action movies, the occasional passionate night with a woman. Few words were ever spoken between the two, yet Vinnie still had a good idea of who he was. He was young, mid-20s, full of life and energy. Everything Vinnie was not.

Then Vinnie saw him, standing at the bathroom sink, unaware. The pull intensified. It was Roberto whom Vinnie was being pulled towards, like a black hole. He tried to resist, but it was useless. His very essence surged forward, colliding with Roberto’s body in an instant, a quick flash filling the room in that moment. Vinnie was gone. A deep, guttural grunt left Roberto’s lips as his body jerked.

Vinnie gasped.

He was hunched over the sink, breathless, gripping the porcelain with unfamiliar hands. His hands. Roberto’s hands. Slowly, he lifted his head. The reflection staring back at him wasn’t his own.

Dark, messy hair. A short beard framing strong cheekbones. Tattoos etched into tan, youthful skin. His ears were pierced, his body lean and firm beneath the black tank top and tight shorts Roberto had worn.

Vinnie turned his hands over, flexing his fingers, watching the muscles shift beneath the skin. He pressed a palm to his chest, feeling the steady, strong heartbeat. His heartbeat.

He ran his hands over his face, mapping the new terrain, the sharpness of the jaw, the fullness of the lips. He contorted his face into strange expressions, expressions he'd never seen Roberto make, and was surprised when the reflection followed suit.

His hands drifted lower, skimming down his torso, tracing the contours of his abs. He pulled the tank top down, getting clearer look at his pecs, decorated with a bit of dark chest hair. His breath hitched.

“This… this is real.” He smirked, and the reflection smirked back.

Vinnie murmured, rolling his shoulders, testing the newfound flexibility of his joints. There was no ache, no stiffness. Just boundless energy.

Roberto must had just gotten back from a morning run. His shirt was soaked his sweat. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Roberto’s cologne mixed with the musk emanating from his pits. Almost by instinct, Vinnie lifted up his arm and admired himself in the bathroom mirror.

Vinnie exhaled, gripping the edge of the sink again, his mind racing. This is not what he expected to happen. He thought the magical drink would turn back the years, make him younger. Instead he was pulled into the body of the nearest young man around.

And what of Roberto? Was he still in here somewhere? Vinnie's jubilation halted as he started feeling the gravitas of his situation. As much as he wanted to start life anew, live out the rest of his life the way he wanted to, he knew he couldn't do it without the guilt of what he did hanging over him.

"Vinnie, you need to set it right." The words flared with a deep Latin accent.

Vinnie had to get back to his own body, and give Roberto back the life he inadvertently stole. The first step in doing that was determining where that package came from.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: World Cup

The world can come together for a great many things. However, it is the season in which the world unites for a very specific sport. While it goes by many names, the World Cup has sparked excitement among fans, passion among athletes, and after the Great Shift a means to expect the unexpected.

After 90% of the world swapped bodies, many found themselves in new countries as well as new bodies. Some managed to not only adapt to their new settings, but completely embraced it. Taking on a new body, but embracing the culture, the people, and the sport that body had mastered… well. That’s how legends are born.

The Great Shift News Crew wanted to hear from the very athletes that are making up this year’s World Cup. 

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Guadalajara, Mexico

Hola! Lo siento. ¿Hablas inglés? Haha sorry. Sometimes I can’t help speaking and thinking in Spanish these days. You wanted to talk about how I got started in soccer right? 

It’s kinda a funny story. Guess I’ll start at the beginning. My name is Weilin Wu, from Portland Oregon! I was in college working on my degree in international studies with a minor in linguistics last year. But… that interest had to be put on hold when the Great Shift happened. 

I was probably the furthest from a prime athlete in college that you could imagine. In fact, up until recently my idea of a marathon would have been binging a few seasons of the anime My Hero Academia or Delicious in Dungeon.  Being 5’0 with a pension for chocolates and milk tea didn’t exactly give me the best physique. And I didn’t have that much confidence when I couldn’t grow any facial hair to safe my life.  Let’s just say I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my physical appearance my freshman year.

Well. I can honestly say after the Great Shift happened everything changed. I went from typing notes in my dorm room to running through a grass soccer field barefoot! 

The first thing I did? Immediately fall over…

I mean can you blame me? I was sitting at my desk and suddenly I was running 20 miles per hour shirtless and barefoot in a foreign country. 

I immediately tumbled to the ground and got acquainted with how this new body of mine can take a fall. When the world finally stopped spinning I realized just how much everything changed. I mean… look at me. 

Going from a short Asian American to a Mexico pro athlete was like a dream come true!

I’d gone from five foot nothing to 6’4 in the span of mere moments. When I tried to stand for the first time I nearly fell over again. People don’t tell you that you can get vertigo from a sudden growth spurt. And the height was just part of it. My snacking habit made it more difficult for me to see past my sizable stomach, so when I stood up straight for the first time and looked down to see a 6 pack, I nearly fainted. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And it wasn’t just any 6 pack, I had a thick treasure trail where previously I had no hair at all. That sexy strip led straight to my new vicious V and… well I don’t think I can say the next part for the audiences at home. 

What I can say though is how big my feet became. Being over 6 feet tall I expected to have pretty sizable feet, but size 16s kinda blew my mind. That’s literally twice the size of my former feet!

When I finally managed to catch my breath and take in my new body the rest became history. News broadcasts about the Great Shift, people panicking, and others… choosing to help those displaced. 

The teammates around me immediately asked if I was ok and helped me get acquainted with who I became when I told them what happened. It helped that I was already semi fluent in Spanish, otherwise I’d be completely lost.  To this day, the team still likes to tease me when I say something with a gringo accent though. 

Long story short I found I was in the body of César Huerta, the 6’4 Winger for the team that would be playing in the World Cup for Mexico. César  landed in my body and was equally confused. 

With some help from the team and some patience we eventually reunited. César understood he probably wouldn’t be playing soccer anytime soon, so instead he asked if I was interested in taking his place on the team. 

It wasn’t unheard of. Countless people began to start a career in pro sports after the shift. I’m pretty sure Nick and Joey Bosa’s bodies were now occupied by a brother and sister from Thailand. 

I wasn’t sure. I had never played a game of soccer in my life. However, with some encouragement and coaching from César I found I was a natural. His body had all this muscle memory waiting for me to use! After a few practices I was playing just as good as he was, if not better. 

From that day on I became a part of the team. My new teammates have been super welcoming and let me stay with them until I found a place of my own. 

I’ve been living in Mexico ever since. The language already felt natural to me after a few months. I’m not sure if it was me adapting to this culture… or perhaps this body just feels more comfortable speaking that language. 

My parents visit on the holidays. It helps that my older parents swapped into two handsome European backpackers who love to travel.  My mom likes to compare who has more abs these days and my dad always makes sure we finish a full bottle of whatever he brought on his last trip. 

As for me, getting used to the mundanities of César’s bodies has been the best part. From the very beginning he warned me to make sure I keep up his shaving routine. That wasn’t something I was used to considering I’d never had to shave. Only now I had a thick beard by 5 o'clock if I wasn’t careful. After that I made sure to listen to all of César’s advice. 

He taught me the proper way to care for my curlier hair, he showed me the best exercises for his body, and he even showed me a shoe store that catered to my larger size. That last one was important. Walking around with size 16s is more difficult than it looks. I stubbed my toes several times the first week in César’s body. And my feet got so sweaty all the time I just preferred to walk around barefoot most places. 

I’d need all the help I could get as I wasn’t the most… composed during my first actual game in his body.

There was something about seeing a huge crowd of people staring at you… yearning from some relief after all the stress the Great Shift had caused…  it was a bit overwhelming. All that expectation to be the source of entertainment for the masses really got to me that day…  I missed so many passes for that one game.  But it wasn’t the end of the world. I kept at it. I kept practicing.

To my surprise César was practicing right beside me most days. He enjoyed coaching sure, but even in my body he enjoyed playing the most. In this last year he lost over 40lbs in my previous body and is even considering rejoining the team once he feels ready.

I really appreciate how César and the rest of the team have been making sure I improve each game. Without their help I don’t think my transition into this body would’ve worked. And of course without their help I don’t think we would’ve been able to win the first game of the World Cup!

My team and I can’t wait to celebrate. They say my face is all over social media after our last play. It used to feel so… strange thinking that was me.  But now… Now when I look in the mirror I don’t see a stranger. I see a handsome, confident Mexican man. I see me. I see the person who is going to bring home the World Cup for Mexico this year!

[bodyswapenespanol]

Hétero y femboy

David

Nunca me ha importado lo que piense la loca de mi exnovia, ella no entiende que un hombre con tan masculino como yo tiene necesidades. Se puso como desquiciada cuando me encontró con otra mujer en el departamento y empezó a balbucear tonterías sin sentido, que se vengaría y no sé qué; por supuesto que la mandé a volar.

Aquel día iba a volver a verme con la mujer del departamento para terminar lo que dejamos pendiente, mientras me bañaba empezaba a ponerme caliente pensando en lo que le haría en la noche, cuando de un momento a otro me encontraba en otro lugar. Sólo pude ver un muchacho bastante ridículo, delgado, sin casi nada de ropa,se veía bastante patético y afeminado. Pronto me di cuenta que estaba viendo un reflejo e inmediatamente pensé en la maldita de mi exnovia, no puede ser posible, esto debe ser obra suya, debo encontrarla y hacerla que me devuelva mi cuerpo.

Istintivamente empecé a tocarme, al instante empecé a sentir una erección, qué asqueroso tener que tocar a otro hombre, pero se siente tan bien el roce de mis piernas, tengo tantas ganas de bajármela.

No puedo controlar lo que siento en este cuerpo, se siente muy bien mirarlo en el espejo usando lencería, estoy extrañamente avergonzado y excitado. Yo jamás usaría algo como esto, no me puedo imaginar lo que la gente pensaría si alguien me descubriera escondiéndome en el cuarto para ponerme las medias pero se siente tan bien sentir cómo suben por mi piel suave y la textura sobre mis piernas.

Lo peor de todo es que no deja de enviarme fotos en mi cuerpo flexionando sus músculos Y USANDO LENCERÍA, quiero decir, mis músculos; me prende y me molesto cada vez que las veo. Sentí pánico cuando dijo que vendría a visitarme y que me preparara, estoy horrorizado por dentro pero no puedo evitar seguir las órdenes de mi hombre...

Alexis

No tengo idea de quién sea este tipo, y vaya sorpresa me llevé al descubrir que estaba en este cuerpo tan varonil y musculoso, sobre todo porque lo encontré en la regadera. Supongo que esto está mal y debería buscar cómo volver a mi cuerpo pero algo me dice que todo está bien.

Me gusta mucho mi vida, sobre todo porque me buscan mucho tipos masculinos como él, pero no me vendría mal un descanso, hace tiempo que no experimento con otros roles y no estaría mal intentarlo ahora que soy uno de ellos, aunque no está de más probar algo nuevo con él.

Voy a seguir mandándole fotos usando ropa sexy, se ve bastante rico en sus piernas marcadas y masculinas.

Conozco mi cuerpo y sé que le va a gustar cómo voy a tratarlo, a los twinks como él les encanta complacer hombres como yo. Se la va a pasar tan bien que va a querer seguir siendo un femboy toda su vida.