Male Body Exhibit

A blog dedicated toward gay erotic fiction focusing on possession, body swap, etc.

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I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips across my former washboard abs. My hands cupped the muscular lats and I inhaled that familiar scent of sweat and deodorant. My former bulge pressed into my chest. I could smell the precum and the musk of unwashed pubic hair.

"You like this bro?" My former body asked. It was deep, low growl. It came out breathy and cocky. "I love how your body feels. It's so strong. Look at these guns." He flexed and I couldn't take my eyes off my Greek statue body.

"I love it," I groaned as I rubbed my face into the musk of my former cock. I took a deep breath, savoring the warm scent. I wanted to take in my monster cock and satisfy my former body. My current cock twitched and leaked as I eagerly rubbed my hands all over my old pecs. "I'll do anything for you. Anything." I closed my eyes as the alpha jock that I was pulled my head back, opened my mouth with his finger, and spit into my mouth. His hot saliva load pushed me into a brief ecstasy as I imagined his load filling my ass.

"God, I didn't know you were this horny for yourself," my friend said, talking through my former body. "And watching you make me look like a huge cum slut is so hot. We got to do this more often." He said as he wrapped a hand around his former head and guided it over to my former shaft and balls.

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Change in Perspective

My brother's friend slept in the patio chair. A half-drunk can of beer beside him, warming in the summer sun. His bulging biceps and pecs glistened in the heat. I caught myself just staring transfixed at his adonis body.

My brother was still snoring upstairs. I spent most of the night listening to his and his friend's drunken banter, dreaming up some petty revenge. And here was the hungover stud. Ready for my plan.

I walked over and placed my hand on his shoulder. I gently roused him and as he opened his eyes, I whispered a spelled into his ear. His muscles tensed and he went rigid.

It was a simple hypnotism spell I learned for moments like these.

While his mind was blank and his mouth gaped like the himbo he was, I straddled his thick legs and pressed myself against his sweaty body. I leaned over, my shirt getting moist on the sweat on his body. The heavy musk of BO and beer choked me, but I felt myself getting hard as I felt his body: his heart pounding in his chest, pumping strength throughout his body, the roiling of his corded muscles as his body adjusted itself to keep me on his lap. I whispered into his ear:

You are nothing. You are nothing but a stud. A breeding horse to pleasure others. When you're not pumping your seed into someone, then you are pumping your own cock and fantasizing about your next fuck.

As I finished the last word of that sentence, I felt him take a deep breath and as he exhaled, he moaned and I felt his cock strain against his shorts. I could smell his cock. Just like any hotblooded college jock, he was all man, and he needed a mouth to wash his manhood.

And forget about girls. They're nothing but stuck-up nobodies. Guys can offer you everything: a gaping hole, an open mouth, and a throbbing dick. Answer me truthfully, have you seen my brother naked?

His friend groaned again as he slowly began thrusting against me. His dry humping was turning me on as a thin layer of fabric separated his 9-inch cock from my ass. He opened his eyes. He appeared half-asleep, almost innocently dreamy. He spoke in a low growl. Breathy. Intense.

"Yeah, I've seen your brother naked. Bare cheeks and cock out. Sometimes we jack off together. Just bros, you know?"

I smiled and continued my spell: Good, did you know my brother was a huge homophobe? He was the first person I tested my spell on. I suggested he get used to men. I asked him to try masturbating with a friend. Tease his friend with some ass and cock. Looks like it's working. But maybe you can help him out? Maybe next time, put your hand behind my brother's head and guide him to your cock. Face fuck him until he swallows your load. Then let him pound your tight asshole. How does that sound?

The hypnotized dude under me smiled, still dry humping against me. "That sounds perfect."

One last thing: Pretend I'm your girlfriend. Hold me like her. Flirt with me like her. As you suck my cock, imagine you're eating her wet pussy. Pump me full of your cum, and tell me you love me.

Don't worry, my brother won't know anything is wrong. In fact, let's go up to the bedroom and fuck me raw while my brother watches. What do you say?

The dumb jock himbo looked up at me with the same slack-jaw expression and grinned. I led him upstairs, pulling at his large manly hands, while his member strained against his shorts.

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Soul Mates

Life pretty much sucks.

Imagine being born unattractive and in a shit hole. That's pretty much me. Over thirty years passed and love is just some bloody tragic thing. But what stings the most is the tender young love shown in movies and TV shows. Things that pass you by. Things that were denied to you.

I sound bitter, but when a black mirror showing what could have been reflects your own loneliness... well, my bitterness isn't without merit.

The past few days I've been consuming Heart Stopper and Heated Rivalry and seeing reaction vids on my For You Pages from straight, hot guys. When did we as a society somewhat normalize gay love? And why did it happen after I gotten old?

I sound so pathetic, but this story has a silver lining.

See that? Yup, that's me. And no, it's not some scam or some bullshit health diet MLM.

I got tired of being the single, old gay guy thirsting after young jocks and decided to become one.

I might've put myself thousands of dollars into debt, but this surgery is life changing. Fitness is so mainstreamed that almost every young guy has abs and chiseled pecs, but money isn't. That fact that many men are giving up their hard work for college money or stable income has opened up new avenues to pluck the ripe fruits of their toned bodies.

Now I don't have to fantasize about young, hot romance. I can live mine.

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Deja Vu?

I buried my face into the warm, moist foot and took in a lungful of my friend's musk. My cock twitched in my shorts as I leaked precum. I forgot the time crunch I was in for my class, but as I blinked myself awake, I felt a jolt shoot through me as a moment of deja vu or something similar occurred to me.

"Bro," I moaned, "it happened again."

My friend, a hairy guy, snapped another picture as I wiped drool from my face.

"Any memories?" He asked. He gave his throbbing cock a few rubs.

I leaned back, tracing the strange disorientation I felt. For the past weeks, my friend and I had these "deja vu" moments. It wasn't true deja vu. It felt similar, but it was more a sensation of real versus unreal. You see, if you asked us any questions about our lives, we'd know the answer. My hometown? I got it. My college football team? Know it by heart. But sometimes, when my friend or I answer, it feels as if a separate memory enters and it makes us doubt ourselves.

"God, I love the way you suck my toes," he said. "Come here." He pulled me by my sweatshirt. I allowed myself to be pulled in for a kiss. The brief memories came in strongest when my bro and I made out and fucked. It felt wrong, like it was something I shouldn't be doing, but I couldn't resist the waves of joy that washed over me like I was programmed to be my friend's cum slut.

We pulled away from our kiss. My cock twitched again and I felt ready to explode. Then my friend brought out the cross. It was a couple thing he and I did. We liked to pretend to hypnotize each other with a cross necklace, daring each other to do some hot sick shit, like sucking toes or going to class with a vibrating dildo in your ass. It was supposed to be ironic.

It was my turn today.

As I sat upright, I dangled the necklace between us, swaying it gently. After a minute, I saw the familiar dull glaze cloud my friend's eyes. His mouth hung open and a trail of drool dribbled down his hairy chest.

"I know you love me and I love you, but today, when you go out shopping and see a cute guy with abs and tight ass, you'll flirt with him and try to get him back to our place. Fuck him and make him worship your cock. Keep him there until I get back from class, and when you see me, you'll realize I caught you cheating on me. You'll feel sick to your stomach and beg me for forgiveness, all the while the fit twink you were drilling is still ass up in bed and your fat cock swinging. Then we'll have the hottest make up fuck."

I snapped my fingers and he snapped awake. I grabbed my school bag as I pulled the necklace over my head. "Don't forget to pick up some fruits; we're out," I said as my friend blinked himself alert.

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It's hard not to cheat.

It wasn't that hard before I got this body suit, but since my boyfriend gifted me this teen for my birthday, I found that anybody would be glad to fuck me. If I had a nickel for all the times I had tell some guy or gal that I was already taken, I could buy this body suit myself. It's unfair! Look at how hot I look. It was supposed to be my birthday, not his, so why am I his only?

I deserve to get my dick wet. This body was meant to be breeding young holes, not a middle-aged doctor. Sorry, bro.

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I failed my son. Look at how he ruined his body with ink. I thought that providing him with a good home in a good neighborhood would save him from this garbage, but I blindly allowed the rot take hold of his mind. Now he thinks he's an alpha jock. He's just a punk with money and bad decisions. The only good thing he done for himself is keep his body fit and ripped. Having a massive cock is also a bonus.

When I caught my son showing off his body on camera, I knew I truly failed him. He was parading his shitty tats and flaunting his body in a faggy jock strap. He already had money, so this was no doubt him cashing in his looks for attention.

That's why I came to you. My coworkers told me how you helped them out. My supervisor John told me how you swapped the bodies of him and his brother. Something about his brother cheating with John's wife. Now I want to ask you to swap my son and me. Before it's too late, I need to fix his life. I need to get rid of his tattoos, get him a good education, a good job, and find a woman to marry. I don't care about my old body. This job seems it'll take my whole life to fix, and I'm okay making that sacrifice to make sure my son gets the most out of his life. Living his life in his youthful, toned body, I'm ready for how hard it'll be.

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I never told my family, but I'm still here.

You see, when I was still my parents' son, I wasn't what they imagined their only child to be like. I was weak, timid, and a total beta. My parents argued about how to properly raise me. My mother blamed my dad's drinking. My dad blamed my mother. Both thought I should be sent away to some camp to make men out of failures.

I was too ashamed to fight back, so I got shipped the next day.

The camp was awful. The food was bland. The activities grueling and humiliating. It was only the fact that the camp counselors were so good looking and manly that I stayed. I wanted to become just like them.

On the final day of camp, one camp counselor pulled me aside. He was always kind despite teasing me about being "girly." But he told me something that stuck with me.

"Treat others like you want to be treated."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but right after he revealed to me that the camp doesn't work. Every one who comes through the camp gets scammed and end up worse than before. The only reason he changed was because of a body transformation spell. Because I reminded him so much of his old self, he taught me the spell, so that I could get my parents' approval and make something of myself. He told me he returned to the camp to help, to actually help, people like us.

So you might've seen me at the beginning of this post. Me, in my underwear, and a muscled body. I immediately used the spell to change myself into the perfect son for my parents. I was a jock and cocky stud for my father. With my body completely muscled, I felt more confident and made more friends. My mom felt like she was doing something right, so she calmed down too. After a year, I forgot I was weak and a scaredy-cat. I was a big dick jock who drank milk in my underwear while my dad pounds my back with pride.

My old man even paid for the tattoo on my lower stomach, below my abs. Now that I graduated high school, we both shoot the shit about nailing women.

I'm still in touch with the camp counselor and we met a few times. He even got me a job at the camp. A few of our meetings turned hot and heavy. Sure, with my dad I can talk straight shit, but I like men better. And I don't mind being a total cock to others, if they give it back.

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Stepping up as stepdad

My stepdad was supposed to pick me up from soccer practice when I found him passed out in the driver's seat. He was a good for nothing day drinker and he already reeked of stale beer and sweat by noon.

I tried shaking him awake but he groaned, stretching his tatted arms.

I resisted the urge of looking at his bulge. He was so dominating with his size and attitude. I wanted to hate him, but I lusted after him. Even when he drank too much and he got loud and angry. The other day he teased me, taunting me that I was just a scrawny fag, all the while he strutted around without his shirt. I especially hated how turned on I was when I heard the moaning at night, listening to the bed creaking and the animalistic grunts.

Now he was right in front of me, unconscious to the world. I wanted to reach out to him to feel his beard, trace the curves of his veiny arms and hairy abs. I wanted to feel every part of his body, to explore each crevice and hole. Better yet, I wanted to be him. I could live a better life than him.

As I reached out, I felt a strange pull as something in him sucked me in. I couldn't resist and felt my hand plunge into his warm, sticky flesh. And soon I found my face buried within his sweaty pecs. For a moment, I struggled to breathe. The meaty muscles of his chest filling my nostrils and my mouth. The next moment, I felt my shoulders sink deeper into him and deeper until I felt my feet kicking in the air. With a slurping pop, I absorbed into my stepdad.

A moment later, I felt myself take a deep breath and sigh. I reached my large, manly hands to my face, stroking my new beard. I couldn't believe it. I was him. I grabbed handfuls of my biceps and squeezed the muscles. I checked myself out, rubbing my abs. Moreover, I felt how it was being him. I felt light headed and dizzy. I guess he was drunk and I was feeling it too. It made me reckless as I unslung his monster cock that plowed pussy. I gave it several quick strokes when everything crashed together and I shot a load all over the steering wheel. I let out a moan. I came too fast, but who fucking cared. I had his body now and I jerk off as much as I wanted. Who fucking cared if I forgot to pick up that faggy brat? I'm practically a god with my looks and muscles. Women would trip over themselves to suck me off. I was a goddamn alpha.

I wiped off the cum on the steering wheel, and some old part of me must've broken through, since I brought my hand up to my lips and licked clean the spilled seed. Mmm, I moaned. The salty sweet pearls melted in my mouth. I never knew cum tasted so good. Forget women, I thought, before my stepdad's homophobic thoughts resurfaced.

Whatever happened to me, the result was clear: it was a struggle of control between me and my stepdad. Who would prevail? And would my stepdad's body become a pussy-fucking stud or a cum-swallowing slut?

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I was literally turned into a fucking jock's boxers, but still I tried to open my mouth to gasp for air, and I only got a face full of sweaty cock and balls. I tried to sputter out words, but the very fabric of my being noiselessly gotten drowned out by the loud grunting of gym bros and clinking and clanging of weights. I felt myself becoming warm and moist, soaking in the sweat. The smooth body of the gym bro stretched me out as I painfully gripped onto his thick thighs and buttocks.

I only wanted to live out my fetish of sniffing jock ass and dick, but I didn't take into account being used and stretched out during his workout routine.

I could smell myself becoming drenched in his sex musk. Even through the agonizing circumstances, I felt myself blissfully gettin off, each fabric of me flaring in pleasure.

By the time the jock went home and tossed me into his laundry hamper, I was spent and used. As he showered, I turned back into my normal self, dripping in his pheromones and taint stains, as I walked back home, basking in my afterglow.

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I can't wait to test the limits of your body, I thought. You see, after several decades surfing body to body of young men, I found vanilla sex boring. Right now, I'm in my "corrupting the cutie" phase.

This specimen with his tight abs and hairy pits was a Sunday school volunteer, teaching the young in the ways of God. What captured my attention was his tighty whiteys. He was dressed proper and modest, and his underwear was the punctuation on his innocence. It spoke of being a jock virgin. A rare breed of a college athlete. Probably saving himself for a long-term romance.

Until I came along. I followed the young man to the gym in the church basement and watched as he worked his chest and arms. While he was distracted I overpowered him and forced my essence into his mouth. The smart mf'er instinctively shut his mouth and so I found other openings to enter. He gasped with surprised when I teased open his hole and with that opening, I entered his mouth. I came in both ends and he started convulsing on the workout bench. As my control spread from nerve ending to nerve ending, I felt the coolness of the basement and saw the fluorescent lights overhead. I waited a moment, feeling his—or my—new heart beating in this smooth, pale chest. I felt the fullness of his bladder, full of pre-workout mix and protein shakes.

I stood shakily and allowed myself to feel his toned abs and his biceps. While I was alone in the gym, I pulled off my shirt and pants and exposed the tighty whiteys that allured me with its immaturity. But I felt it was too clean, too white. I took a deep breath and let out a sensual moan as I released my bladder and felt the flowing warm stream running down my leg, soaking my underwear. The white fabric turned a light yellow and through the cotton, I saw the outline of my cock head and shaft. Poor jock even shaved his pubes. His hygiene was impeccable.

I felt my cock stiffening as my urine puddled around my bare feet. Thoughts of sucking my toes to clean off the piss shot through my mind and I smiled. This squeaky clean gym bro will be put through a bucket list of depravity, and by the end of it—after many years or decades—when I had my fun, I'll leave him and let him have the memories of all the gross fun we had together.

At the end of it, the people I possess yearn for the bliss of trash. I unlock something in their prim and proper minds and they relish being used, fucked, and thrown away.

I can't wait to get this guy on his hands and knees while a daddy tongues his ass before plowing him, and letting the slut lick clean his cock.

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All's Fair

I looked at my crush stretching out his quads before his morning run. I felt my breath catch in my chest and I tried to stop my gaze from wandering to his visible bulge. His fit lean body easily contorted into his warm up.

He caught my stare and smiled. "You gonna join me?"

I stammered out something. I fidgeted in my skin. The fact that he was talking to me now when days earlier he just blew me off. I looked down at my new body.

The young muscles beneath my clothes tensed and flexed. I felt my erection growing stiffer in my compression shorts. I bought this outfit specifically for this moment. After I bought this skin suit online, I wanted our first meeting to be perfect.

"Yeah," I say. I met his stare and felt my head grow dizzy.

When I was an overweight business man in his mid-30s, this jock wouldn't give me a time of day. I would try to say hi or compliment him and he'd just scoff and walk away. His stuck attitude would put anyone off, but I fell for his perfect looks and I knew he was an alpha. I wanted to do anything for him. So I spent several thousand for this skin suit of a college athlete.

"Great," he said. He stood up and hopped in place, relaxing his body. "Maybe if you catch me, I could catch your number?" He said, grinning. With that he took off in an easy jog.

I chuckled to myself and took off after him.

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Another Hard Day

I walked up the steps to my house. I threw open the door and tossed down my briefcase and kicked off my shoes. My boss was riding me hard again, and not the kind I liked. I loosened my tie and started to pull a beer out from the fridge when my son stomped down the stairs.

Freshly eighteen, he bounded springily with a smile on his face. He carried that youthful glow that told of no stress or troubles. He was probably going to the gym like he did each day when I got off work. I watched with envy as his workout clothes hugged his lean, toned body in ways that my stretched button down shirt could no longer do. I had been like that in my youth. In fact, he and I looked like brothers, if I was thirty years younger and several pounds lighter.

"Tough day, dad?" He asked. He adjusted his bulge and fished out his car keys. I swear he touched himself on purpose, but knowing how I was at that age, it was probably instinct. His huge bulge looked tightly packed in his jockstrap. It probably itched.

"Gotta pay for that car somehow," I growled.

My son was spoiled, no doubt about that. But seeing him so happy and fit and desired by girls and guys brought a satisfaction to me. People might imagine that I live vicariously through my son, that I imagine his life fucking and doing stupid teen shit, but that wasn't the half of it.

"Well, I hope you relax," he said as he leaned over to give me a brief hug.

At least he's grateful, I thought. It makes this harder.

As he leaned in, I placed my hand at the back of his head and found the secret mark I placed there on his 18th birthday. As soon as my thumb touched the spot, I felt myself drifting away and returning back, seeing my aged body slump into the kitchen chair.

In my son's body, I stripped off my gym shorts and let my cock-stuffed jockstrap fall to around my ankles. I pulled my performance tee over my head and flexed my arms and let my sweaty armpits breathe. I took in that deep musk and let the young athlete smell rile my cock to attention. I felt pure ecstasy as I felt my control shoot through every nerve ending and into each muscle. My abs tensed, my chest tingled, my balls throbbed.

Each day is a struggle to get out of bed, but coming home from work has it perks when I get to relive my youth wearing him. I might jerk off in the kitchen and shoot my load over my chest and abs, then lick it off. Or maybe I'll save that cum and head to the gym and find some guy to do the work for me. I had all evening and all night to get it done. Then tomorrow is another day.

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Jaxon, my friend, loved anime. Not the girly Sailor Moon shit, but the superhero stuff like My Hero Acadamia and Naruto. When we first switched bodies, I thought his room was so nerdy; his room was covered head-to-toe in anime posters and manga. I had always been a outdoorsy type of guy and my room was a pigsty of sports equipment. Which is why we switched bodies. He wanted to experience a jock-ish body and I wanted to understand his hobby.

It had only been a week when it happened.

I don't like to talk about it, but the switch is now permanent and I'm adjusting to this new life as Jaxon.

I tried to keep up appearances with studying, reading manga, keeping to my bookish self while grieving. An entire life gone.

I've grown to appreciate Jaxon's hobbies while I don't particularly enjoy them. His books about charismatic heroes that protect the weak seem childish, but I understand their sentiment. For his memory, I try to be a good person.

After a while, I went back to my old hobbies I enjoyed as my old self. I worked out, played sports, joined teams; however, I kept my initial promise to him that I wouldn't let his grades suffer. I watched his scrawny body develop with muscle. His abs grew and became defined, chiseled, and cut. His arms bulged and his pecs grew meaty. I find myself calling it his body. But I guess it's mine. My body grew even stronger than my original.

People used to tease Jaxon for being bookish and weak. Now people seem to love him. I'm the total package, they say. I'm bookish, nerdy, and kind hearted. But I also got muscles, pecs, washboard abs, and a noticeable bulge.

As I'm getting ready to head off to college, I'm also thinking of love. I'm not sure who's desire it is, but I like guys. Whether that came with the body or myself, I don't know. Jaxon and I blended so much of our lives together, it's impossible to untangle our identities and his memory.

Whatever comes next, I'll keep that in mind.

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Fuck, I love these cornfed midwesterners. They raise their boys right. Full of muscle and cum. Not a thought in their meaty heads. It makes it easier to take them over when they're ripe. Now look at me. I can't keep my hands to myself. It's amazing how the tables turn on these cowboys. They think they're raising the cattle, unaware they're my cattle to fuck, use, and abandon when they get too old.

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I only got an hour or two in this body before my wife gets back. Our deadbeat son spends most of his time jacking off in his room instead of attending his online college. So I like to get some use out of him.

When I first possessed him, I liked to explore how different his young body is compared to my old, fat body. I mean look at how hairy I am! Even my dad bod isn't compare to this. And a full head of hair? That's awesome. Not to mention his huge cock. It might be a weird thing for a dad to say. But it's a good feeling having our manliness passed on.

Now, with the hour I take to take over my son, I keep to his routine of jacking off, taking workout pics, or hooking up with guys or girls. But sometimes, with his youthful body, I do some chores like yard work or more strenuous things like building that patio deck I've been meaning to.

I've gotten so used to being him now, even though my sessions last only an hour or so, that when I accidentally run into his mom (my wife), I can usually pull of being him.

On rare occasions, I find myself extending my sessions into an entire day. Once or twice I fell asleep in his body after a fuck session with this Grindr twink. It was best the night of sleep I've had in a long while. In fact, I'm planning a weekend getaway with that same guy and enjoying showing off my son's beach-ready body and fucking some guy's hole raw.

Youth is wasted on the young. I feel I'm doing him a service.

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"You wanted to be famous?" I said. I pulled my tank top over my new nipples. "Then you should've been honest with yourself. You're a thirst trap slut." I flexed my friend's arm and let my sweaty armpit breathe.

"Bet you won't ditch us to pose shirtless in front of a gym mirror again. But then again, I'm really enjoying your body."

I pulled off my underwear, letting my friend's cock flop on his chiseled abdomen. I absolutely loved his V-taper. Guess his hard work is paying off. I now understood his obsession with instagram and twitter. The world should see his sexy body.

"No one's going to pay attention to another shirtless himbo. Every teen and college frat boy has muscles and abs. You got to offer more."

I gave his cock a few pumps and enjoyed how large he was. I had planned on just embarrassing him with a couple photos saved on his phone, but maybe this would be my new life.

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I didn't quite mean for it to be like this. I watched as my brother took a photo for instagram after a hard work out. A few days ago I found a spell for possession, and I immediately thought of stealing my brother's hot body.

My brother was always the hot one. Since he was in high school, he worked out, he dressed in the best fits, and he always got laid. Now, I thought, that could all be mine.

But I guess I didn't understand the spell. When I entered his body while he slept, we battled for control of his body. I thought since I was smart and witty, I could wrestle control easily, but my brother's willpower from all those years of strict dieting and exercise won out.

Now I was stuck in his body, watching him live his best life. At least I can pretend I'm him while he fucks, jacks off, and works out.