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Chapter 5: Cadet Kim
After helping Timmy out, I decided to take a break from enlightening the men around campus to their true desires. Frankly, I’d felt wiped out. The book said I could get trapped if I got too tired so I decided to play it safe and hold off for a while.
Towards Spring Break I began to feel better when luck would have it, Cadet Jason Kim came to my attention.
The schools ROTC program was a hotbed of masculinity. Most of it unhealthy. I mean, could you really blame them though? A bunch of barely legal jocks with weapons? Come on. That’s asking for trouble. Or in my case, fun.
I’d heard about Cadet Kim from some of my friends who were in glass with him. Cocky, handsome, and as intelligent as they came. But rumors were starting to swirl concerning his…performance.
Apparently, he’d taken a co-ed home more than once and been unable to get hard. The few times he’d popped a stiffy, it’s gone flat before he could get the condom on.
My phone buzzed at the witching hour. I stood from my desk and stretched. I had a biology midterm in a few days so I needed to study, but getting all up in Cadet Kim’s business would be a nice break.
Jumping into his head was surprisingly easy. I’d expected a moderate amount of resistance but I guess I’d timed the jump correctly and he’d been in deep sleep.
I heard snoring next to me and almost jumped back into my own body. I looked around in the low light and noticed three other bed with bodies.
“Great. This’ll make things interesting.” I thought as I got Jason out of his bed.
I stretched in the mirror, letting myself feel his tight musculature. His legs ached. I smiled. Glad he doesn’t skip leg day.
My original plan had been to find someone and bring them back to the room but with other people in there, that wouldn’t work so well. But I’m nothing if not resourceful.
I put on a pair of quad shorts and rolled up a t-shirt to create a makeshift crop top. Then I hit the town.
Bars would be closing soon so it wouldn’t make sense to go there but I had other ideas. Mostly ones that involved corners and avoiding the cops.
“How much?” A voice called from the car as it pulled up next to me.
Damn, I wasn’t even looking. I just stopped to tie my shoe. I thought as I walked over to the car window
“Depends. What’re you looking for?”
The man looked me up and down. He appeared in his late 40s or early 50s, grey hair just starting to appear around his temples. He looked fit but age has clearly added a bit of weight to his frame. He was dressed in a fine suit which suggested CEO.
“Two to three hours of good old fashioned fun.” He said, putting the car in park. The engine rumbled idly. “Maybe more if you’re any good. Interested?”
“Two to three hours of fun? $600 bucks.” I said. “I’m sure you could afford it.”
The man let out a laugh. “Done. For a guy like you’d have paid double.”
The passenger door unlocked and I got inside. “Let’s just say I’m feeling generous.”
We spend through the city until we got to his place, just outside city limits. The McMansion towered over the well kept grounds.
Definitely a rich bigwig. I thought.
He waisted no time pulling me into a kiss as soon as we walked in the door. Even I had to admit that he was a good kisser. His tongue knew exactly where to be and with exactly the right amount of pressure.
He pulled me upstairs. I noticed pictures of him with a woman dotting the wall but figured it was best not to ruin the moment by asking. What business was it of mine if he had a wife and what looked like 2 middle school aged kids.
I grunted as I hit the bed. “Excited aren’t you?” I chuckled.
“What can I say? Asian muscle studs are my weakness.”
While I wasn’t into the race play, I also wasn’t going to complain about getting Cadet Kim a bit of extra money and a new appreciation for the male form.
And let’s be honest, I didn’t have much time to protest anyway before the man shoved his cock into Cadet Kim’s ass. Color me surprised when I felt his hole relaxing like a pro.
“Fuck,” the man groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper into Cadet Kim’s body. “Oh fuck. You feel better than I expected. Hope you’re ok with raw.”
“It’ll cost you extra.” I moaned as I felt my pecs bouncing with each thrust.
“Name your price.” The man gasped as he picked up speed. “I’ll spend whatever. Just let me breed you.”
“1500 per load on top of the 600 from earlier.” I gasped as he hit Cadet Kim’s prostate. I remembered his comment about willing to pay double my original asking price.
The man paused for only a second before resuming his thrusting. “Deal.” He buried his dick deep into Cadet Kim.
Grunting like an animal, he put me in every position he could think of and even some I didn’t know were physically possible. I had to admit that Cadet Jason Kim’s body took the pounding like a champ.
The man gave one final grunt before shooting a massive load deep into Cadet Kim’s body. I gasped as I felt his insides squeeze around the man’s cock, almost like it was trying to keep it inside him.
The man chuckled. “Don’t want to let me go?”
I shook my head. “Not when there’s money on the line.”
The man roared with laughter. “Good boy”
I left Cadet Jason Kim back in his room a few hours later and around $4k richer.
“Do better, kid.” 😏
Careful what you wish for, Coach… Logan had a little magic of his own. ✨🔮
One flash later, the bodies stayed the same—but the minds weren’t where they belonged anymore. And somehow, Logan seems very comfortable in his new situation. 😈
“How ’bout you do better, Coach?”
Logan’s never realized it before, but the coach has a pretty hot dad bod…🤭🍆
Lo udah punya perasaan gak enak pas ngeliat muka dia di profil WA-nya, tapi ya lo tolol kalau nolak fee segitu buat sesi private workout 2 jam, jadi lo terima lah request dia. Jujur, emang ini orang rumahnya gede banget jadi lo sih yakin dia bakal bayar lo seperti janjinya ya. Tapi, emang lo harusnya percaya sih sama intuisi lo karena liat apa jadinya sekarang, dia berhasil tukeran badan sama lo dan dengan fakta bahwa ini orang kayanya tinggal sendirian dan dia bisa dengan gampang ngecancel semua appointment lo, kayanya ini bakal jadi malem yang panjang antara lo dan dia karena jelas lo gak bakal bisa keluar kalau dia main fisik dengan badan kerempeng lo itu sekarang.
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You should've trust your guts and outright rejected his request for a 2 hours private workout session. There's gotta be something behind such ridiculous payment offer but you need the money so you said yes to it, only to regret it now as he towers over you using your own body while you are now trapped in his skinny, frail body. With all your schedule cleared by him and no one lived with this guy, this will clearly be one heck of an ordeal as you will not be able to go out until he feels like it merely by the strength that he now possesses, that's for sure
A local swapped bodies with the tourist...
Swapped bodies with the bouncer...
Screwing Racists
Read the first part.
Be real, I’m everything you all want…even those of you that vowed to never date a white dude. I mean I didn’t always used to be white, but over the past few years I’ve learned to embrace it and all the privileges that come with it. It’s crazy to think it’s been 2 years since this crazy white guy tried to run me off the read because I called him out on his racist BS. The weights of the world needed to balance that out and gave me a chance at new life….and a new career path as hole for pay.
Psh it’s not like it’s hard. You all think you’re so much better than straight men, rising above their horned up thinking and misogyny but you’re no better. Starting an OF in this body only proved I was right. I was hot before but now the racists want me because I’m as milky complected and light haired as they are. It was never about how hot it was, it was how different I was.
So yeah preventing him from killing my old body was the right thing to do. Night in and night out you can catch me with a new stud. Each more diverse from the last, just to remind him who’s driving his body now. I’m sure he doesn’t mind since it pays sooooo well. I used to be able to sense him there, whimpering about losing control of the body he was born into. But pretty early on in my possession of his alabaster physique, those cries went away when me and my first boyfriend broke up. I chalked it up to him giving up during our breakup hookup. God could that man go and go and go. Our hatred made that moment and unforgettable one. A lay so incredible, when it ended I thought a loud pop of fireworks went off in my head. We moaned in unison, each rock back and forth perfectly coordinated to collide back into each other. As if to confirm with our bodies that we were perfectly made for each other.
After that and two more failed attempts at love I just turned off that want in my head and pursued happiness through money. Every day would become a routine of lust. Wake up to work out. Gotta look good each video. Shower than eat a specific calculated and mundane breakfast. Gotta look good each video. Edit thirst traps before the hook up arrives. Shoot the newest video. Say bye to the hook up, find a protein, go for a run, shower, then eat a mundane protein dense dinner. Old me would have hated the new me. But fuck it I have money, people want me, I look good for a white guy. What’s there to worry about.
So anyways I’m going to this influencer event. The themes all fancy so I can’t go half naked like I usually want to. Gotta show off the goods, ya know?
The event was bland, and I quickly realized it was a hollow influencer event with no one there for substance. As I walked back to my room in the nearby resort hotel, I dropped the room key. I quickly bent down to pick it up as a man came around the corner just as I get back up with the original vigor. Our heads colliding at full steam. I get a first look at his impacted face on my way down to my firm buttock.
I’m only now starting to realize I began living his life as an adult star and forgot to keep up with my body in its coma?!
It turns out that loud pop all those years ago wasn’t just an incredible climax, it was a final push getting him out of this body. But what I didn’t know then was that all souls trapped on this plane of existence have to go somewhere. No nefarious one made its way into my old body, it turns out the fates wanted to balance their scales for real. Making the racist bigot inhabit everything he hated.
The once racist bigot was surrounded by a community of love and family he never truly had in his life before. They showed him how to be human, empathetic, selfless, and all, or so I convinced myself. Something I began to lose along the way living this lonely life. Once the throbbing stopped he collected himself and realized who now stood before him.
We walked over to a nearby 24/7 diner and just caught up. Where I found success selling his body, he found the same in mi-“his” over the years. But whereas I sold lust, he sold practical masculine gym bro guidance.
It was like meeting a whole new person seeing him inside there. He wore the cocky straight white male confidence that I could never. He embodied it because he lived it and I only emulated it. There was an allure to it but maybe that’s just because I always found myself attractive. From the outside it’d probably look like another white guy with a fetish, but between us there was a palpable lust to know….to acknowledge. He may have been a racist in the past, but we bother shared a desire to lay with ourselves. It was erotic and wrong…but one thing led to another and before long we were inside my room.
I was so used to having to take charge that I wasn’t expecting what happened next. That natural aura returned. He was shorter than my body now but he was more versed with using all those muscles in a practical way. He pushed me against the wall with a satisfying thud. I was winded in shock that he was handling me the way I’d always wanted to be. He made me feel small and petite despite my creamy 6’2” muscled stature.
Our mouths explored each others until he decided he wanted to escalate.
With a forceful nudge down that somehow mixed condescension and romance he locked eyes with me as I got on my knees. Once I reached where he wanted me, I was reacquainted with my old thicker friend. I had never seen myself from this angle and I could only imagine his fans that he’d thirst trap for ever got to see this. I closed my eyes and just opened to take it. His hands once again guiding me to match what he wanted. I was lost in his impression of me. I tried to live the role. Pretending I was just swooned by my old body and he was gifting me with his salty and girthy presence. This energy felt familiar……ooooohhhh that’s what it was. This felt like it did with my ex…..pureeeeee ecstasy.
I followed his lead as he guided me to a bed and told me to lie on my back, head over the edge of the bed. He made himself home in my throat, rocking back and forth keeping me full. I couldn’t tell if I was dazed or surrounded in bliss as his moans began erupting out. I don’t think I ever did that, must’ve been something he brought over with him. I was lost thinking about all the ways he was now portraying me as. How cliche too, a POC sleeping with a white guy….I got lost in my thoughts as my former body continued using me. Then I was ripped right back into the moment as he began to say he was going to….when I felt it coat my mouth. I passed out hearing him laugh in enjoyment.
I woke up the following morning to see him putting on workout clothes I brought for me. A moment of silence ended by the most chilling words I’d ever heard in my life.
“Thanks for the fit dude. You know I gotta thank you for all this. Now that I think about it, it’s sick being biracial. I’m Asian and Latino, I can say shit that would’ve got me so cancelled before. This is such a life hack dude. Anyway Imma hit you up anytime I wanna do this again. I already texted slurs to my phone from yours. So if you ever want to say no, just remember I could bring down your little adult video empire by cancelling you. Also thanks for letting me record last night, maybe I’ll start and OF of myself. It was a pretty hot collab. Calling me by your name? Nice touch.”
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Thanks for the resurgence of interest in the OG story btw, I loved the concept too ˙𐃷˙
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