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Possession: BEyond WILLing

(Non-SCP short)

“Hurry up and jump in already!” Will insisted, in both preparation and his excitement, he had thrown his shirt to the side. He presented his bare torso to me, with arms open while he beckoned for me to do it.

“This is the fifth time this week,” I told him with a slight snicker, though relented and started to strip my clothes off—to ease the process. It didn’t really matter that much, but to Will, it did. It made the entire thing easier, and much hotter “I’m spending more time as you than you do!” I added, though by that time, any clothing I had piled beside his shirt on the floor.

“Your fault anyway,” He rolled his eyes, then pointed to himself again. “It felt good when you did that, I know you liked it too, so win-win.” He smirked, and it was my turn to roll my eyes.

“Fine, fine.” I dismissed him, already feeling the blood rushing down my member . He noticed it too, which only had him sporting the same under his shorts. I got into position, crouched low as if about to sprint. “Ready?”

“Always.” Will grinned with a nod, I shared the smile, and to that I sent myself flying towards his body.

–

“Never.” I told my dad the first time he discovered I could possess people too, like him. “I promise to never use it for personal benefit.” He had me repeat the phrase over, and over, and over again until he was convinced. It was some latent ability men in our family apparently had, and I accidentally unlocked mine at age seventeen when my neighbor tried to catch me when I slipped off our roof. Instead, I slipped right inside of him, panicked, and called my dad.

“Only use it when necessary, understand?” He told me after, and I could only agree. He trained me how to use it nevertheless, mostly on our neighbor and his sons—though we stopped once I'd mastered it. I never knew the extent or history of it in our family. Dad refused to tell me even after I left for college, though it did not bother me much.

Now, at age twenty-seven, I considered breaking my promise as I watched my roommate emerge from the pool with his bare toned body glistening with sweat and water. We’d been roommates since first year, even now when we’re both already working, and I’d been itching to use my powers on him since the first time we met.

Will was a sight to behold, and although I don’t look half bad, he obviously put more effort in his body than I ever have and will with mine. He was tall, and broad, maybe the best looking guy I’ve ever been lucky to be friends with (a stretch, but close enough). I remember how many times I had to physically stop myself from just diving into his body while he slept, marveling at the idea of having such a body to control. We got on well, maybe because of familiarity, though we never were close enough to share secrets.

Now though, with only the two of us in here, the idea was more tempting than before. I even had to bring both hands down to hide the sufficiently growing hard-on under my boxers. Briefly, I stared at my hands and imagined the last time I used my powers, a week ago, to secretly help a newbie co-worker finish a report he couldn’t do. Then I stared back at Will.

I wondered, after all these years of using it with similar tasks, if I could use it for myself.

“Blinded by my abs or something?” Will approached, still dripping wet, and enough to snap me out. He had an eyebrow raised, and I found it much harder to control myself at his proximity. “Pass me that water bottle, please.” He added.

“Okay.” was all that I responded, then tossed him the bottle that sat beside me on the bench. My breath seemed to hitch in my throat once he uncapped the bottle, and chugged down the liquid from inside. I watched the water run down his throat, and felt the burning hot sensation within me spread.to the tips of my fingers.

Now or never, Rex. I told myself, watched him almost finish the bottle. I clenched both fists and leaned back a little, just to give myself an extra push before I did it. I stared until almost all of the water from his bottle had slipped down his throat, and once it did, I pushed myself forward—and jumped inside Will, through his chest.

My head and shoulders slipped in first, though I heard him gasp and drop the bottle in surprise. He grunted, and cursed as I squirmed in his chest until I got half of my upper torso inside his.

“W-what the..f-fuck..?!” I heard him swear, and felt his arms try to pull at my waist only to pull my boxers off. It freed the stiff beast under, and bumped against his own as I pulled myself in deeper. I thought it was my imagination, but I felt his own hard member brush against mine. “F-fuck, what are you do…ing?”

I heard him groan, grunt, and even moan as I slowly pulled the last bit of myself inside him. To the outside viewer, it would look like Will’s chest and torso squirming against him, though I didn’t have to worry about that now. It was time to align myself.

First I pushed my legs into his powerful ones, and I felt the sensations rushing back as I took control. I stretched and kicked in order to test them, and was not disappointed—though the next part was undoubtedly my favorite: pushing my own rod into his.

Normally I did not do it with most of the people I possessed, but Will is an exception. And if I wanted to have the most time using his body, this was crucial. I felt him moan outside, and I did too inside him as I aligned my six-inches into his own nine. He was already hard which made it easier to push in, to my surprise.

The amplified sensations that rushed into me at that moment was almost enough to bring me, or us, to the edge. I felt the sticky pre push out of our shared slit, and it only motivated me to align the rest of my body into his, starting from the abdomen to his wide chest. I felt every breath he took, every gasp he made, and it felt like we both shared the same excitement—a little weird, considering I had done this so much to others.

My arms came next, and I pushed mine through his as if wearing a coat sleeve, then down to his hands like wearing a glove.They felt powerful, and I couldn’t help but flex them though I could merely look through Will’s open mouth while I also slowly pushed my head up. Curiously, I brought them down to my new rod, grasped it and gave it a tug, only for us to moan at the same time—his own voice spilled out, though it mingled with mine as I hadn’t fully possessed his vocal chords yet.

Finally, right before the climax, I pushed my head fully into his. It wasn’t just the new sensation of being this tall and huge that greeted me, and not just the new memories that rushed into my head, but a huge spurt of our seed that somehow penetrated the thin fabric of the shorts I now wore. They pushed through the fabric, and sprayed up to my navel. Once I freed it from the boxers, it made another shot that splattered my cheek.

It was perhaps the most intense I’ve ever experienced, to the point that I fell on my butt against the bench—where I sat with arms to my side, still spurting two men's worth of essence, and my head thrown back while I clenched both fists and toes. Only Will’s voice echoed in the empty place, and I savored the sound of it coming out of my own mouth.

I hadn’t even finished yet, but I’ve already decided I was going to have as much fun as I could in his body, before I could even think of leaving it.

I didn’t clean up the globs and splatters around me from the pool when I was done. Instead I ran a hand over my body to feel it up. Will’s hands were bigger than mine, and warm despite swimming the entire time. I massaged the sweat and water on my new chest, then my biceps, and then down to my abs. I basked in my glory, then left the pools to have some more fun elsewhere.

Finding the proper “Will” clothing was fun—I’ve spent so much time secretly gawking at him while he changed clothes, and it definitely was hotter seeing it reflected on the mirror by my own eyes. Combing through his memories, I found a few spots he frequented, and it excited me so much to walk in there, in his body, to have the time of my life.

Needless to say, that wouldn’t be the last time I used Will’s body, and it even spanned days sometimes where I would only hop out once I wanted to take a break. It was so much fun, and I reveled being in the body of the man I’ve been thinking about sabotaging since the day we met. I thought he wouldn’t notice though, given that I could also alter his memories while I’m inside him.

And it was some time after the longest I went without possessing him, due to some work concerns, that Will confronted me the moment I walked in our apartment. He was completely naked, with a stern look over his face when he told me the words. “Do it again.”

I almost dropped the bag of groceries I held when he said that, and I tried to play innocent as I scooted around him to put the bags on the counter. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Don’t play dumb, Rex.” Will told me then, and he closed in on me while I tried to back away from the counter. At that point I had forgotten how much taller he was, and I felt little, powerless, against the body that I’ve grown accustomed to. “I know what you’re doing, you enter me in some way and then I’m stuck in the back of my mind while you’re controlling me.” He deadpanned, his expression unreadable.

“Dude, are you high?” I tried to chuckle and turn away, but he was there to block my path.

“I said don’t play dumb. I know you’ve been doing it to me for two months now.” Will growled, he drew himself up to full height and I felt myself quiver—and get stiff. “I need you to do it again, now. Please.”

I stuttered a little, perplexed, and watched Will avoid my gaze. Red tinted his cheeks, and I realized it was the first time I saw him flustered like this. “Why?” I asked, and tried my best not to laugh. For the first time as well, he felt less intimidating, and it was at that point that I just wanted to jump inside him.

“I–I don’t know,” Will hesitated, then sighed. “I suppose it felt good whenever you did it, especially after the second time. It was amazing.” He recalled, and at the same time I watched his member rise. I gave it a curious glance, to which he rolled his eyes and just nodded.

“Wait, so…” I told him, still slightly surprised and confused as to how he remembered it. “You’re getting off to…to me inside you?”

“You make it sound like you’re fucking me.” Will spat, though there was less heat in it now. “But yeah, essentially. I can’t explain the feeling, it just felt great being in the backseat and watching you be me. While I felt everything you were doing with my body.” He mused.

At that point I’ve relaxed enough to not lean against the counter. He stepped back arms wide as if presenting himself. I gaped at him for a bit, processing, until I felt a surge of excitement in myself—if this was what I thought it would be, then I’m in luck.

“So what you’re saying is you want me to keep possessing you.” I asked, and he confirmed with an enthusiastic nod. I couldn’t help the smirk from breaking out of my face at that point, it sounded like an agreement. “You understand you’re giving up all that to get off of it?” I added, gesturing towards his physique.

“I’m not stupid, Rex. And yes..” Will huffed and rolled his eyes. “These days I can’t even fathom not having you in me, it’s been a week too. I want you in.”

My smirk had grown into a grin at that point, and I left the counter to approach Will. He returned my expression, knowing what was to happen next. “Ready yourself, then.” I announced, prepared to jump in.

“Hold on, take off your clothes.” Will held his palm out to stop me, to which I raised an eyebrow at. My clothes certainly wouldn’t stop me. “It felt better when you would do it without them.”

“Okay?” I relented, and started stripping out of my work clothes. Once stripped bare, Will eyed me weirdly, and I prepared to launch myself towards him. “Anything else?”

“Try to do it slowly this time too, and face me while you do it.” Will grinned, and gave me a nod. It felt awkward, and I imagined how I would do it until I settled on pushing my legs into him first, and work from there.

I walked towards Will, who had his arms wide open and legs spread apart. I gave him a slight nod, before I pushed my left leg through his abdomen. He groans, I do too once my leg has found its new home. “Hmm, yeah keep going.” He said through a groan.

With solid footing on one leg, I pulled myself by the use of his shoulder to push my other leg in. He stumbled a little to the back, until I felt both my feet stand solid on the ground.

At this point, both of us were already gasping, and slick with sweat—then came the most exciting part. Will seemed to pick up on this too, and through his labored breaths, he had a mischievous glint in his eye when he held my shoulders. I looked up at him for a second, and knew what he was about to do.

With his strong hands, he pushed half of me into him. We both made a sound at this, a mixture of an animalistic yelp and a groan that reverbed through our connected bodies. From his actions, I have been pushed in deep, and likewise my length had pushed inside his tool—which resulted in a spray of pre fluid from the tip.

Will’s moans were unintelligible, though it was the same as what came out of my mouth; it meant that his defenses were weakening and I was slowly gaining control. I pushed myself a little more, up to half of my abdomen.

Will was panting by now, and in one swift move, he surprised me by bringing one hand beneath me—through which, he started gripping and stroking our shared member. I felt myself squirm, causing him to grasp it tighter and almost stumble backwards again. I couldn’t stop him, and I was already going over the edge.

I felt the seed already climbing the base of my rod, yet Will wouldn’t slow down. I couldn’t bear the pleasure that filled our shared bodies, and I took the moment to shove my hands through his chest. He moaned again, much closer to reaching climax, I did too as I forcefully pushed myself through his chest until I sank within his massive torso fully.

“F-fuck, here it comes..!” I heard Will almost yell as I pushed my arms, chest, and head into their rightful places. It was at the exact moment again, like my first time, that my head clicked into place when I was blinded by a huge spray of white again—and it looked as if we were both saving them for this moment, because I felt it coat my borrowed broad chest while I was pressed against the wall, half-yelling each moan.

The last of Will’s words lingered in my throat as I fully took over: “Make it worth it.” was what he said, all the while I spurted and shot until there was a sufficiently-sized puddle beneath my feet. It felt much more intense than the first time, or in every time I did it before; maybe because this wasn’t by force this time.

When I was done and had recovered sufficiently, my entire body was both glistening with sweat and sticky from the essence that sprayed all over my body. I rubbed them both all over myself, my entire bare body, and tried to think of what to do next.

I didn’t even consider hopping in the shower, as I enjoyed my new musk. All I could think of that time was that it had to be the beginning of some symbiotic relationship between me and Will.

–

Back to present, Will’s body fully accepted me inside—as if the body belonged to me all along. There wasn’t as much resistance and I sank inside his flesh almost the same moment I made contact with it. Sometimes he wanted to take it slow, but he seemed to be in need of a quick hit now, that he even helped pull me inside, all the while he would grunt in pleasure.

I no longer had the quick rushes of memory, for it had almost stayed within my own mind, ingrained from the many times I was here. It was likewise customary for his body’s immediate response the moment I aligned myself inside him to get stiff—which we both enjoyed.

Since Will had me possess him in the gym, I couldn’t exactly handle it right then and there (though I had once, much to Will’s pleasure). Instead I had to go to the bathroom, where I usually did it in these circumstances, and as usual, admired myself in the mirrors within.

Like I always did, and from Will’s request, it was customary for me to take images and videos of myself while I piloted his body—for later purposes, he would say, and it always made me chuckle though I relented.

I pondered for a moment after snapping the picture, and thought of how a mere months ago, I had only fantasized using Will’s body as mine. I had been bound by my promise to my father then, but I knew better now. And to make everything better, the body’s owner had been extremely cooperative to the point he would sometimes beg for me to hop inside him.

It only made me laugh, my promise forgotten, as I looked for a stall to handle my business. I’m sure this counts as “helping” anyway—but like Will told me earlier, “Win-win.”

–

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Merge: Always Be the Bigger Person

(Non - SCP Short)

I am roused in the middle of the night by the sound of my apartment door swinging open, followed by a slam that seemed to shake my walls. I almost wanted to jump out of bed, grab the bat that sat near my bed, when I heard a loud frustrated groan somewhere outside my bedroom door, followed by a loud thump—and I immediately knew who it was.

“Daniel?” I called out, throwing the blankets off as I reached for a shirt on the dresser beside my bed.. “Is that you?”

In response, I got a muffled answer against the door and another thud like palm against wood. I sighed, and pulled the door open. Daniel didn't even look up once it was open, instead he let his forehead fall against my chest and his arms wrapped around my shoulder; it was a common way of Daniel letting me know how he was feeling. I returned it, and patted his back as I led him towards the kitchen to get something, and he relented almost wordlessly.

“Bad date?” I asked him once he was seated, taking stock of the clothes he wore as he sat down on the chair, still not meeting my eyes. It may have been, considering he had been talking about it for weeks until a couple of hours ago; plus, Daniel has been my best friend for years, I know him like the back of my hand.

“Yes.” He almost whispers, just as I popped my leftovers in the microwave. Daniel lived across town but his date earlier was close by so I had guessed he would mostly turn up here after. I took a seat across from him, and tried to catch his eyes that were cast down. He didn’t seem to have cried yet, though he looked like he was trying not to. He rubs one hand against his eyelids, until I catch it and set it down—careful not to squeeze tight lest they fuse.

“Okay, then tell me.” I told him, patting the back of his hand. “How bad was it? He stood you up”

Daniel takes a deep breath as his eyes start to fill with tears, he shakes his head, and wipes them away before responding. “It would’ve been better if he just stood me up.” His voice cracked, though he did try to show a smile. “He was an asshole, he berated me the entire time.”

I stayed silent for a bit, recalling the guy he showed me a while ago: Eric McConnell, I knew the guy from my gym, never thought he swung the same way as Daniel until he showed me their conversations from some dating app. I had warned Daniel though, but didn’t discourage him and even gave in to the benefit of the doubt, because I could see how happy he was from the entire thing.

Eric seemed to be a high school jock still, but in the body of a twenty-five year old man. He would stride inside the gym with his ‘dudebros’ entourage, almost obnoxiously, yet no one could do a thing considering they were the biggest guys there. And I’d have to admit, he looked good too.

“And don’t say ‘I told you so’, okay?” Daniel added, feigning humor though he bites his trembling lips. I just sigh and offer a smile, but as soon as my hand lands on his shoulder, his own smile falters slightly as a sob pushes through despite him biting it back. “Aw shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t…mean to—I just—fuck.”

Daniel swiped at his tears as I reached for a roll of table napkins to offer him, as well as an apologetic smile as I grabbed the food off the microwave. I knew better than to make him stop, instead I took a few utensils out and slid the food close to him followed by a glass of cold water. He mutters thanks between each sniff, and I just sat there watching him stuff his mouth with spoonfuls of rice and fish—the same way he has done every time he was down like this.

A plan had been formulating in my head the moment he mentioned Eric; and it’s frankly something I’ve been thinking of for months ago even right as I took this current body. I’m sure Daniel wouldn’t mind, and I’m even banking on the fact that because of their last encounter, he might even encourage me to do so. I sat in silence whilst he finished every morsel of his food, and he didn't complain.

Once he was done eating, his tears have likewise stopped—and he drank the entire glass in a few long gulps. “Thanks, Alan.” He tells me after, smiling again followed by a sigh; until he sees my expression at least. “What? What are you thinking of?” I only chuckled, and leaned in forward as if beckoning conspiratorially. I grinned, and folded my hands together. “Would you like me to do ‘it’ with Eric now? I mean, he’s a dick so…”

Daniel’s eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment, his head tilted a little to the side as he leaned in. Then once realization hit him, his face lights up as a mischievous grin permeates his lips. “Wait, that thing? Didn’t you just get that body nearly six months ago?” He asked, though I could see in his bleary eyes a hint of excitement.

He wouldn’t be wrong and I nodded with a wink. “I know, but I have been thinking of merging with Eric too way before Yuan came along.” I grinned, recalling how I ended up with this body from last April; oddly in a very similar situation with Eric right now, though I was in Daniel’s spot.

The aspects of my merging were very simple: I could merge with anyone once I either pushed myself into them or squeezed any part of their body hard enough until their body gave way to my own flesh. It’s an almost flawless process too—once I’ve slipped it, our masses would be joined and I would be able to immediately take control; it feels rather amazing to experience the euphoria of myself sinking into a bigger body and feeling my muscles swell in real time.

Though there was a catch; our faces would likewise merge to create a new visage, memories would intertwine too although mine would still be dominant—and that anyone other than myself and the person to witness it would know the merge even happened. In short, the person would cease to exist to the world, and everyone else would think I, Alan, have always looked like this.

I could only chuckle at the thought. I’ve merged with Kai, a guy I also met through an app. He was a nice guy, very smart too, though it was only after five dates and hookups that I discovered he had a girlfriend he was cheating on with me. I was furious, but I didn’t tell him until that night when I had invited him in for another night.

What Kai didn’t know was that it would be his last. As soon as I had told him to strip down, I had immediately rendered him unconscious by the use of a chloroform-soaked cloth. It was easy to incapacitate him, and by the time he had stopped struggling, his back had already started merging with my bare torso—slipping in through his smooth back and making my new body expand a little. Kai was pretty lean, as did the body I had at that time so the merging was relatively quick.

My favorite part was stuffing my member inside him, pushing it in until I had reached his own shaft as if pushing my length into a sheath that made it both thicker and longer. Kai would be my sixth body then, so I had accumulated a rather impressive length and girth that would seem almost disproportional with the body (though I was excited for Eric, because it would fit that body.).

And so once I was all in, I pushed my face through the back of his head, and felt myself sink in. My features had already started shifting at that moment, though more of Kai’s features shone through considering the previous guy I merged with before him, Yuan, had nearly similar ones. Once I was finished, I had looked a few years younger and even looked much more innocent.

Daniel had been there the entire time, of course, it was my second merge that he had witnessed and he had been awestruck. I remember flexing and flaunting my new physique to him at that moment, and I had fun teasing him about the way he had been staring at me.

Back to the present, I could feel from the tell-tale thumping on the wooden floor that Daniel’s knee was bouncing again—the same way it always did when he was excited. His tear-stricken face seemed to be glowing in joy now, and I grinned at this, especially as it seems to have put him in a better mood.

“Well if you’re sure, then I won’t say no.” Daniel tells me, a smirk already curling up a corner of his lips.

“I just needed your go signal.” I responded, offering him the same smirk as we planned what to do the next day.

–

Daniel miraculously knew where Eric lived; he told me the night before that the man had the audacity to make Daniel walk him home despite making fun of him the entire date. I knew he lived close by, though I was plainly surprised to find out he stayed in an apartment just a street away from mine—I didn’t even need to drive to get there.

“This is the place.” Daniel told me earlier once we stopped on the steps of the four-storey building. Eric stayed on the third, the first room to the right. I nodded after, and he pushed the door to open to let us both in.

The plan was simple; Daniel went in first, knocked at Eric’s door, and then distracted him. Once the man’s guard was down, I slipped in and used my old trusty chloroform method. I was still hesitant with using other ways of knocking them out, yet this was the best one—of course I could just force myself into them to merge, but that would always be too much of a hassle not because they could fight back but because it could cause complications such as aligning a part on a wrong limb..

Nonetheless though, the operation was a success, and all that needed to be done now was to merge.

“There we go.” Daniel tells me once we’ve settled Eric’s limp body on a chair (pants still on), ready for me to jump in. He had grinned the moment I clasped the cloth over Eric’s mouth and nose (with minimal trouble, he was still bigger than me after all). “Do you need me to hold him for you?”

“I got this, don’t worry.” I told him, cracking my neck and stripping my clothes off right after. Daniel’s eyes lingered on me for a while, before he backed out with a sly grin and let me stand behind Eric’s body on the chair—his wide back seemingly calling to me already.

I rest a hand against one shoulder blade, massaging the spot in an almost sensual way until the spot felt soft. I could almost laugh; I’ve spent months staring at this muscular back and now I was going to have it for myself. With a sneer, I pushed my hand in and watched as my left arm started to sink in.

Eric’s back almost straightens the instant my forearm was in, though he merely groans as I watch his arm start to balloon and swell, the sound of rubber stretching filling the air as our entire arm merges. Once I had sunk my left arm, the feeling instantly returned and I clench my new fist, flexing my new biceps. I could see Daniel somewhere in my periphery, tugging at his pants, and I smirked at how he found this entire scene arousing. I did the same with my right arm. I flexed both of them, hearing groans and soft moaning from both Daniel and Eric.

With my new powerful arms, I undid the remaining buttons and zipper from Eric’s waist. Once it was all off, including his underwear, I smirked. I had him lean forward, my already throbbing member rubbing against his opening. I had no need for lubricant, my ability was enough for me as I drove it in. Eric halk-awakes as he lets out a cry of pleasure—something even I could feel as I thrusted in, felt my crotch and legs start to get sucked in as my mass contorted to fuse with his.

The experience was, as always, beyond blissful. I felt in every single motion how my length slipped into his; the length was already impressive, so was the girth, and I felt prec start to leak and get pushed out as my member fused into his with a slight zap of pleasure. In the background, I could hear Daniel cursing while breathing heavily.

I was almost there, I stood at an impressive height with my limbs almost doubled—so it was time for my torso to sink in. I pushed my chest into his back, my stomach too using my arms to push against the wall. I slipped in almost effortlessly, feeling our lungs combine and expand, likewise my chest started to balloon and push out. I had gasped the moment it was done, and I took the air in, felt my new body, and even grazed a hand over my member’s head. I turned back to Daniel with a smirk, who already looked like he was nearing climax.

With a wink, I pushed my face into the back of Eric’s scalp, earning a loud groan from him as our faces mixed and rearranged itself—his memories started flooding into mine. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, though most of the memories that played out themselves were off-putting so I pushed them out; not as if I needed them anyway.

The moment the merge was complete, I couldn’t help but thrust my hip out, moan, and felt as strings of white shot out of my tip—one that was worth a few men that immediately started to pool in front of me. At the same time, I heard Daniel likewise doing the same, I threw my head back and moaned as each shot brought me more pleasure.

Daniel and I finished at roughly the same time, though even once I stopped shooting, a steady stream still leaked out at every movement. By that point I was already smirking, flaunting my new body and running a hand over my hard muscle and much more impressive physique.

“Like what you see?” I asked Daniel once he was in his afterglow, back already on the bed while he tried to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” He replied, I could sense the smile in his voice despite his panting. I had put the pants back on at that point despite the leaking, and stared at my new form in the mirror. “Very much…” He adds, trailing off a little.

Kai and Eric had different features, and what resulted was an entirely new face. I smiled, it had been a while, so I inspected my new face and explored my new body. I stared for a few more minutes at my reflection before getting cut off by a soft snoring in the background.

I turned around and found Daniel, already dozing off from the pleasure. I could only chuckle and stare at the happy content look on his face as I slid onto the bed, sitting beside him before I let myself fall back into the mattress similarly basking in the afterglow.

The best feeling comes right after the merge—with our muscles and bones still fresh from stretching and combining, as well as my still hard member tenting against my pants. I debated whether or not to go at it again as I ran a hand over my tight chest and abs, fingers playing along my nipples. Instead, I stretched one hand to my side and found Daniel’s open.

With a sigh, I held his hand and clasped it tight.

In the end, pleasure and oblivion won out as I felt myself slipping into slumber with the soft mattress beneath me and a warm hand clasping mine—this was undoubtedly another great start in a new body for me.

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Possession: The Third Man

A Case of SCP - 738: The Devil’s Deal

(Part Two to “On Second Thought”)

Gavin is roused from his sleep by a light rap on his wooden door; a gentle drumming sound, yet they were loud enough to permeate the dreamy haze and drowsiness that wrapped itself around his head; that, and he knew who it was all too well. “Give me a moment!” He calls out, kicking the blankets off the bed as he pulls himself upright. The bed felt weirdly empty beside him, cold, but it wasn’t a cause for alarm.

He surveys the room with a quick glance—How long has it been? He muses, dashing out of the bed. A year already? To him it felt as if it were only yesterday that he stood in a different dorm, wore a different pair of shirt and boxers, looked at the world through a different lens; and most importantly, in a different body. But by some deal of the devil, his world had been flipped so he walked the carpeted floors that belonged to Jeremy before.

Gavin unlocks the door and it swings open, greeted by a man much bigger than he is—walking in the body he used to stride in, Gavin smiles as he pulls him in; it was Jeremy. Some deal of the devil it was, yes, but both of them were in on it.

A year ago, he had been Gavin Dean in appearance: one of the university’s top football players. Right now, people see him as Jeremy Greer, a senior majoring in psychology. The real Jeremy who stood before him with an almost chagrin smile plastered on his face, on the other hand, is who people saw now as Gavin Dean. The swap had done them both good, he thinks, and he’s way more comfortable in this new body and identity now.

“I thought I gave you the spare key?” He asked Jeremy, leading him towards the dorm’s sitting room. It was just around eight in the morning, a Sunday, and they plan to take it easy today after Jeremy’s party from last night. “Left it here somewhere.” Jeremy mumbled, nursing a slight hangover as he wrapped his arms around Gavin and nestled his face on the man’s neck—he almost finds it funny, that he was now taller than Gavin after their swap, much bigger, yet the man enjoyed it even if he became a little shorter, and less buff when he ended up in Jeremy’s body. “I missed you.”

For Jeremy, walking around in Gavin’s body had been the greatest experience; people revered and respected him, men and women alike swarmed him (and although he liked it, he never really indulged any of them), and most of all, people looked at him with envy—at both the body and his fame, he thinks. He didn’t keep Gavin’s old cocky attitude though, in fact, people liked him more now than they felt intimidated before the swap. He’d also taken to wearing glasses (which perched crooked on the bridge of his nose that Gavin fixed), thinking that he looked better with it, and also just to tease Gavin, to whom he’d gradually opened up to and adored with all his heart.

“Well you have me today.” Gavin replied, smirking as he led Jeremy to the couch. He almost stumbles against the heavier man, and he could almost laugh how, a year ago, it was other people struggling to steady his old body, yet now here he was, doing the same thing. “I’ll heat up some coffee to help, I don’t think I have eggs for prairie oyster.” He tells Jeremy once on the couch, moving to stand up.

Gavin would be lying if he said he didn’t miss his old life; but he’d likewise be lying if he said he liked that one better than this one now. Being Jeremy held a lot of charm and comfort for him, more time to explore his hobby of photography, moments that included silence and moments of reverie that he did not have in his old body, he finds he enjoyed this life more than being in the limelight—and it was a bonus for him, that it so happened for him to be in the body of the person that had been driving him crazy (in a good way) since high school.

“No,” Jeremy protests, hand shooting out to grab Gavin’s wrist. A playful smirk plays on his lips, with a fond twinkle in his mischievous eyes. He pulls Gavin close to him, the man immediately falling seated beside him. “Stay with me for a while.” He adds, nuzzling his face on the man’s hair, taking note of the lemon-scented shampoo he must have used the night before.

Gavin only sighs, and grins to himself as he wraps an arm around Jeremy, content in that position. “Fine, for a bit.” He responds, and they curl up next to each other, thankful that they moved this couch from his old apartment to here.

Unbeknownst to the two, a ghostly form stalked the corners of their ceiling, having flown in the moment they sat down. In his face, was plastered an almost cheshire cat grin, rubbing his palms together as he tried to pick which one should he pick first.

–

Precisely an hour earlier, the ghost of a man bore a name and a body; Conrad Keyes, a junior nobody, who happened to have fallen asleep in whatever room he first found and locked himself within the administrative building. He’d sneaked into the nearby frat house to party the night before, and they chased him until he climbed some ladder in the dark that ended up leading him towards one of the building’s halls—to make matters worse, he was not from around here, rather an outsider from a different university a few blocks from here.

It was only when he heard drumming on what seemed like wood beneath his head, that he snapped awake. In his half-drunken stupor, he almost tumbles out of the chair when he sees a devilishly handsome blonde man clad in a pristine white suit sitting across him, smiling, and it looked as if he were in some weird office with only a few furniture—and come to think of it, he could only see this desk, his chair, and the throne-like seat of the man across him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I was dru—” Conrad blurts out, pushing the chair back to stand up, but the man across him holds a hand up, motioning for him to stay seated. Something in him made him nod, the piercing blue gaze of the person that sat in front of him seemed to order him. “I’m not from around here, I don’t mean to break into—”

“It’s alright, Conrad.” The blonde finally says, making him clam up with his steely voice. He feels a shiver run up his spine at hearing his name, his jaw unhinging. “Don’t be alarmed, I’m not from here either, yet we’re both in this place.” He smirks, and pulls a drawer open.

“Wait, so what…I mean. Hold on.” Conrad tries, his head still swimming with alcohol. He steadies himself against the desk the same time the man places a stack of papers in front of him. From it, he draws a sheet, then slides it across to Conrad.

“Let’s make this transaction quick.” The man tells him, folding his hands together. “So you can tend to that hangover quickly.”

Conrad felt himself about to retch at the sight of the letters jumbled on the paper, but he pushed it down, forehead creased in confusion. Everything was happening fast, his mind racing as he recalled what led to him there last night; the angry senior, the huge frat men chasing him out with a golf club—he didn’t even know how he ended up there, must have tried flirting with a guy, he thinks. So, in the haze that only started to dissipate from his mind, the words that tumbled out of his mouth were: “What is happening?”

The blonde man only laughs, the musical kind of laugh that only sets Conrad’s heart racing, cheeks burning red in embarrassment. “Wish me anything, Conrad. Anything your heart’s desires, though I did make that list to help you.” He replies, pointing at the paper.

Conrad squints at it, and to his surprise, finds them readable. A hundred thousand dollars, a new computer set, a boyfriend (tempting), perfect GPA. The list went on, and Conrad struggled to comprehend, and he looked back towards the man and the list, stuttering, he said: “I’m sorry, is this a prank? How do you know so much about me?” He follows this up by pinching himself.

The man only tilts his head at Conrad, the corner of his lips pulled into another smirk, before he shakes his head firmly. “No, this is not a prank. I’m the real thing. Try me.”

If Conrad’s head wasn’t pounding or if the man in front of him didn’t confuse him, Conrad might think he may be flirting, but instead he’s filled with both frustration and panic, still unsure of what was happening. He looks at the list again, scans the contents, and decides he should just get it over with. He pushes the paper back to the man, who only offers him a curious glance.

“Listen, I don’t know what your M.O. is, and I’m too woozy to think it through,” He starts, leaning forwards yet the man does not flinch. “I just wanna get out of here, like whoosh, a ghost no one would see because I’m sure some guys are looking for—”

“So you want to be a ghost? Did I hear that right?” The man asks him, a jar of ink and a quill mysteriously materializing beside the stack of papers. “And you’re willing to pay the equivalent price?”

Conrad has had enough of this, and so with a frustrated yet in his most resolute voice, he answers, “Yes.”

The man only nods, grinning at him as his quill glided along the paper like it were silk.

“Done.”

–

When the man promised Conrad he’d turn him into a ghost, he thought it was a joke. But the more time he spent flying over this foreign campus in his spectral form, the more it felt real. The man disappeared almost as soon as his body collapsed on the desk earlier—and he immediately felt numb all over, displaced from his physical body that he watched crumble like dust in the air. He tried sitting on the chair again, yet he phased through it, free-falling into the lower floors of the building., until he stops, finally feeling the ground solid beneath him again.

That is how Conrad realized, he was truly a ghost—and better yet, he found himself in the possession of another person’s body, a janitor, who was only on his way to clean the office he found himself in. It took him a few minutes, figuring out if he was imagining things, or he really did jump inside the body of another person.

The latter is right, so now after he dislodged himself from the janitor’s body, a thrum of excitement filled his form, and he set out to find the most attractive man on campus to have a little bit of ‘fun’—and that was how he came to be inside a dorm room with two men intertwined on the sofa. He didn’t know them, he’s not from here, but from what he heard from the two mumbling, the hunkier man was ‘Jeremy’, and the cute guy was ‘Gavin’.

He struck the jackpot, he thinks, staring at the two of them—double jackpot, he could easily go for either of them, and he couldn’t pick. The ‘Jeremy’ guy seemed to be out of sorts, and the ‘Gavin’ guy was whispering words to him while they leaned on each other on the couch. Conrad clasps his hands together, and decides to go big first.

He floats down close to the two, just behind them when they’ve gone silent, before he pushes himself inside the body of the huge man—his powerful back swallowed Conrad’s frame quickly, and he feels himself heave forward as he is immediately thrust into the body’s driver’s seat. He must have jumped, because the other man snaps up and gives him a weird look. He also finds ‘his’ glasses have tumbled out of his face.

“You okay?” He asked Conrad, who had full control of Jeremy now, clenching his fists then opening his palms as he soaked in the immense strength and power he felt in this body he’s hijacked. He cracks his neck, relishing at how tight he felt, even the musk and alcohol he could smell from himself—and it turned him on, especially this man beside him.

“Never better.” He tells the Gavin guy, grinning. He could feel the alcohol in this body’s system, albeit a little weaker. Yet it only made him a little frisky, though he suspects it wasn’t all him; this body liked the other man too.

“You’re acting weird,” Gavin tells him, his eyes narrowing, yet Conrad only gives him a shrug, and a quick peck on the lips. The other man, although baffled, blushed and tried to hide a smile as he pulled away and out of the couch. “I—I’ll heat up a pot of coffee, you just stay there…” He tells him, awkwardly pulling his shirt down to hide his obvious stiffness from below.

Conrad only grins, watching the man disappear into the kitchen. As soon as he does, he practically rips the flimsy shirt off himself. Still seated, he spreads his legs and stares at himself. He lets his hands roam around his massive chest, squeezing his pecs along the way, feeling his pants tighten a little; which he undoes, pulling the belt off and tossing it away as he unzips his pants. He grinned, under the brief inside, he could feel his length trying to escape.

He flexed once more, mumbling a “Fuck yeah…” and biting his tongue against a moan. He stood, and marveled at his new height—a tower of a hunk, he chuckled to himself, rubbing his front as he felt it start to leak. Conrad eyes the open balcony, and with a mischievous idea, he walks toward the opening to showcase himself.

Conrad could only laugh as he watched a few students walking by, suddenly finding themselves staring at him with his pants open up there above them, with a sly smirk and a beckoning stance—a couple of them tripped, some blushed and stalked away, and he found one stop in the middle of the conversation to gawk at him; that was how he realized how much he was leaking, and he felt the stickiness over his member, yet he savored the feeling of releasing inside his briefs.

“Jeremy, the fuck are you doing?!” His moment of bliss is cut short as he whirls around to find Gavin with a mug of steaming hot coffee in one hand. “Are you high?” He adds, eyeing the mess and wetness in Conrad’s front. His mouth opens, and he places the mug on the coffee table.

“Hold on—” He tells Conrad, squinting at him as he takes a slight step backwards. Conrad’s brows furrowed, yet he was smirking, and he looked straight at Gavin’s eyes, seeing in there that the man was trying to think of something. “Jeremy, answer me this.”

“Of course babe,” Conrad tries, unsure if he did it right, though he laces his tone with a deep drawl that he guesses this ‘Jeremy’ fellow should have, and the flirty tone too. “Ask away.”

Gavin’s brows knit together, watching the man pretending to be Jeremy stand in front of him almost threateningly—he knew he was right before the question even left his mouth, he knew Jeremy wouldn’t be acting all this cocky even if he had spent an entire year in Gavin’s old body. So to confirm, he asks: “What happened exactly a year ago today?”

Conrad, in all his pretense, couldn’t answer quick enough. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t have access to Jeremy's memories—so he takes a quick guess, what else do couples celebrate yearly? He grinned confidently, answering: “Our anniversary, of course.”

“You’re not Jeremy.” Gavin answers almost instantly, backing off a few steps, eyes darting around as he tries to comprehend what had happened. “What did you do to him?” He threatens, and though he rummages through his mind how it could have happened, all his thoughts circle back to the devil, their negotiator, from the administrative building.

“What do you mean?” Conrad responds after a while, an incredulous expression plastered across his face, taken aback at the man’s guess. “I am Jeremy.” He affirms, though even he didn’t sound like he believed it—in fact, he didn’t even know this body’s entire name.

“Get out of him,” Gavin nearly yells, guessing that somehow it had something to do with the negotiator. “I don’t know how you did it, I know you wished for it, but leave us alone.” He adds.

Conrad’s brows shoot up, though a little confused as to how the man seemed to know what had happened. The jig is up. He tells himself, and though he wants to hightail out of there, another idea crosses his mind. He smirks, and pretends to raise his hands in defeat, shaking his head. “Fine, fine. I just couldn’t resist the stud.” He says, and the man across him grew angrier. “I’ve had my fun here though, time to test you out.”

“What—” was all Gavin managed to say as he watched for a split-second a phantom rise out of Jeremy’s skin as if splitting from him, a weird overlaid picture of someone he does not recognize, and then it raced towards him.

Conrad shoved his form even forcefully through Gavin’s chest, causing him to stumble backward a little and groan as he tried to fight the ghost off—a fight he couldn’t win, and soon the man had been fully under Conrad’s possession. He felt a strange triumphant laugh bubbling from his throat, and he let it out as he watched Jeremy collapse on the floor, unconscious.

Conrad twisted his neck a little, and popped his knuckles. This body isn’t as huge as the last one, yet he somehow felt nearly the same tightness he had in the other body a while ago. The shirt clung tight on his body too, as did the thin boxer briefs he wore. He grinned, and looked for a mirror somewhere—whilst touching himself in various places, of course.

He finds one in the bathroom; and although he’s seen this body through Jeremy’s perspective, watching his reflection was another thing, He peeks under the shirt, and grins triumphantly at the nearly toned body underneath. He looks at his reflection again, and does a playful pose, chuckling in the process.

His eyes drift once more towards the length that stirred below. Conrad raises an eyebrow, and puts a hand down to squeeze it, eliciting a gasp from him as he throws his head back, followed by a moan escaping his mouth. He felt a little bashful all of a sudden, and he knew the feeling was not his, yet he chose to ignore it as he started working on it with one hand dipping inside.

“Fuck yeah, this is amazing.” He moans to himself, staring at his reflection, as well as nuzzling his face on his biceps, taking in the smell. He picks up his pace, groaning incoherently at every stroke, until at last he feels the build up at the base of this borrowed member, climbing up its length, until—

Conrad doesn’t finish—or better yet, he was forced not to. With a quick sharp blow at the back of ‘his’ head, he collapses on the floor nearly the same time as the body starts to shoot ropes. At the sudden black out, the body collapses unconscious, feeling his ghostly form instantly pushed out.

Behind him, Jeremy stood clutching a hardbound book in both hands. He drops it to his side immediately, before rushing down to grab a groaning Gavin from the ground. Conrad is dumbfounded, floating above the two with an exasperated expression at the ruined climax, and astonishment as to how Jeremy had forcibly pushed him out of Gavin’s body.

In the small rays of sunlight that slipped through the small window, Jeremy could see the translucent form of Conrad. He knew, of course, that his body had been possessed—it was like getting shoved towards his own body’s passenger seat, watching as someone else moved him, and he disliked it. This body was Gavin’s that the man entrusted to him, he thinks, and he wasn’t just giving it up to some ghost. “I can see you there,” He says threateningly, shaking Gavin awake as he pulls the man up. “Try that shit again and you’re toast. Buzz off!” He adds, remembering the man from the admin building—he told himself he could go ask the devil for protection later.

“What in the name of…” Conrad mutters to himself, shocked, but he recovers quickly. “I don’t need your permission.” He says, another smirk spreading across his face as he dives towards Jeremy.

Jeremy has lost sight of Conrad’s ghost at this point, and doesn’t hear the man. More importantly, he doesn’t hear Conrad’s ghost ricochet off his back, as if repelled, much to the specter’s surprise. As Jeremy roused and carried Gavin to the couch, Conrad tries again, but this time towards Gavin—at which he failed again, and he stalked away as he watched the two men mumble among themselves.

Conrad, in his pissed off state, flies out of the dorm and floats over the campus again. If he couldn’t have his fun with the two, then he’d find another guy to use for his enjoyment.

And it doesn’t even take him long to find a rather handsome and much older fellow walking around the grounds. He grins, guessing that the man might be a professor or something, and the prospect of hijacking one excited Conrad so much, so he found himself flying down to sink into the man’s flesh, thinking of the many fun ways he would spend his haunting days with.

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Possession: Other Buddies

(Non-SCP Short)

(Part Two of Buddy Body)

Grudges weren’t easy to let go, Evan had been very familiar with that—and though it was decidedly a bad feeling, he found it also led him toward greater things.

It had been nearly a year since his last ‘proper’ communication with Jasper, and then seven–nearly eight–months since Evan had used a particularly useful and invasive spell he discovered; one that enabled him to possess another human being, the use and subjugate their bodies as if it were his own. It had been the exact trick he needed to enact his revenge on his ‘friend’ Jasper, whose body he had hijacked and claimed for his own since their last fateful ‘encounter’—their last, of course, since Evan had long since absorbed Jasper’s soul to claim ownership over the man’s body.

It had been one of the most satisfying revenges that Evan had done—besides the many nights of pleasure of course, he enjoyed watching himself, with Jasper’s own hands, destroy and remake various aspects of the man’s life; he’d come out as gay because he knew the real Jasper wasn’t, he started showing more of himself on the internet, he had done deeds that the real one would think of as unspeakable, and most of all, he had explored the man’s untapped potential.

If any, Evan thinks, Jasper should be thankful; thankful that he’d broken the dull and lackluster cycle of the man’s life—though it came at the expense of him giving his body up whilst Evan lived it out to its fullest.

Grudges were one thing though, and spite was another. He may have been satisfied stealing from Jasper, but he wanted to do more to mock the man—for some very specific reason.

One thing Evan discovered from using his spell is that the souls he absorbed somehow retain some level of consciousness inside him; though not enough to seize back control over their bodies, they remain like those voices in his head. Rey had long since been subdued after weeks of Evan owning him. Jasper, on the other hand, is still an ever present voice in his head.

Evan relished it—he enjoyed hearing the desperation and anger in Jasper’s voice as he demanded for Evan to give him his body back. Whenever his voice gets particularly loud, Evan would find ways to exploit it; may it be by inviting random men to hookup with, or posting raunchy images online, and especially when he’d talk to Jasper’s family and friends pretending to be ‘Jasper’. It excited him so much, and he got off to the sound of the man pleading in his head a lot of times when he was in Jasper’s body.

Today though, Jasper had been a little quieter in his head, and he wanted to shake things up a little. In order to taunt the man, Evan decided to use his trick once again—in the exact way that he knew would provoke the man more. He planned to steal the body of a person close to Jasper personally, two actually, and the first one was his cousin’s body: Josef, another body worth stealing.

Evan had only talked to Josef a couple times (using Jasper’s body, of course), over Christmas and the New Year when their families were together, but he knew from both his stolen memories and interactions that the two had been close—and Josef’s body was one that Jasper had always wanted too, because he was admittedly hot as well. So in a way, Evan would be stealing both Jasper’s cousin, and the chance to take Josef’s body for himself. The thought of that made him grin, and he felt Jasper’s voice stirring inside his head.

Josef lived at the opposite side of their state, from what Evan recalled, and he knew the way there thanks to Jasper’s own memory of it. He chanted the spell again almost that same moment, as he’d always done before, and found himself getting dislodged out of Jasper’s body. The body he left behind immediately went to autopilot, the same way Evan’s real body has been in for the past months like the other bodies he had stolen.

Evan’s spectral form took on a couple of different colors now, he notes as he flew through the bright morning sky. He thinks it was probably from all the souls he had absorbed, tainting him yet he persevered. He flickers blue for a moment, the same time Jasper yelled out in his head.

“Leave him alone!” Evan heard, smirking to himself as he sped through the air. “You already got me, keep him out of this, bastard!” He kept yelling, and though Evan enjoyed the sound of it, he mostly tuned it out as he approached Josef’s apartment building.

Traveling in his spectral form is rather speedy. Of course he could just send himself there, but he wanted to fly over the cities this time since he didn’t have to worry about the harsh sun, or wind resistance or any of those things, and it took him only a couple of minutes to descend down into ‘his’ cousin’s roof.

As he expected, he finds Josef fresh from working out—and from what Evan could see from the things scattered on the man’s bed, he was planning to go down to the nearby beach. Josef had been packing some essentials whilst typing on his phone, the open gym bag laying open beside him on the bed. Evan smirked, staring at the shirtless man in front of him while Jasper screamed inside his head.

He was a sight to behold, Evan had taken note of him from a while back too, and he’d spent some nights furiously stroking himself (or in this case, Jasper’s member) whilst staring at the man’s Instagram.

He wonders how it hadn’t occurred to him to possess him the first time too, and it’s at that thought that Jasper starts screaming inside his head again. Evan just smirked at this, as he drew closer to Josef. He lets his ghostly hand graze the man’s crotch, like he did with Jasper, and Josef only hops back a little as one of his hands unconsciously moves down to rub his growing tent.

It was time, and Evan thought up of a fun way to drain and absorb Josef’s soul into his own. With a quick thrust, he pushes his own spectral member into Josef’s—which elicited a gasp and a loud moan from the man. Immediately, Evan felt the part of his soul find its way inside Josef’s rod, snaking in and filling it as he absorbed Josef’s soul through their connected groins, dark blue tendrils snaking into his form.

Josef didn’t know what was happening, all that he could tell was that he felt good as he slid in one hand inside the hem of his pants, furiously tugging at his tool (that looked much more impressive than Jasper’s). Evan both moaned and laughed at the sight and the overwhelming pleasure—amplified both by his connection to Josef, and the feeling as he sucked in the man’s soul.

“I’m–I’m coming..fu—” He heard Josef pant, much louder than Jasper protesting in his head. Evan, too, felt himself close to exploding, and he threw his head back as Josef yelled out one last time as shots of white erupted from him. At this, the remains of his soul was immediately sucked into Evan, who experienced the full pleasure of it.

As soon as he had emptied the body of Josef, he slipped into it, sinking into his muscular body and taking control immediately. In his head, Jasper had lost it, and tried to rifle through Evan’s head for Josef’s soul. He wouldn’t turn up for a while. Evan thought, mocking Jasper as he stood up and walked around the room in Josef’s body whilst his tip still dripped white.

He spent a couple of minutes flexing, staring at himself in the mirror in the process, and then taking a couple of selfies while again going at it for a second round. Josef was much bigger than Jasper, and Evan was a little disoriented with the difference yet it aroused him so much including the angry desperate screaming in his head.

Evan wasn’t even sure how long he spent there admiring Josef’s body, before he went down to have a little fun at the beach as the real Josef had planned. The only difference was, he didn’t pack himself trunks—he decided he wanted to expose this new body as much as he could.

Josef wasn’t his end goal though, and so after hanging out at the beach and hooking up with some twinks, he felt more drained than he had been that time he had used Jasper to have ‘fun’. The said man had long since stopped screaming in his head, though he hurled insults here and there at Evan, who didn’t mind them.

That night, Evan had left Josef’s body on autopilot—on to his next target, much to Jasper’s horror.

–

Jasper had this close online friend that Evan recalled by the name Austin, and he had rummaged through his stolen memory to confirm this. He and Jasper hadn’t met once, similar to him and Evan, though the two were relatively close and frequently both traded images with each other and talked about their niche interests—so Evan chose to use him next to spite Jasper, because of their closeness.

The entire time he was in this stolen body, he had only talked to Austin a handful of times through social media. They were both busy (though Evan would frequently just put Jasper’s body on autopilot during work hours), so it wasn’t a surprise. Evan knew he admired Austin a lot, both in his friendliness, and of course his body—which was just as impressive as Josef’s, or even more.

Evan wasn’t gonna lie; it excited him a lot as he dislodged out of Jasper’s body again. After his brief fun in Josef’s body, he had come back to Jasper’s for a quick jerk, then he had used this time to locate Austin. It wasn’t too hard, and just minutes later, he had sent his soul slingshotted two states away to where Austin resided.

Evan was surprised at the sight that greeted him—Austin was laying on his couch, scrolling mindlessly on his phone without a shirt on and merely in his briefs. Even Jasper in his head was momentarily stunned, and Evan had already pushed on forward when the man had the chance to protest.

As much as he wanted to repeat the same thing he did with Josef earlier, Evan felt like he just wanted to jump in; and in the process, also absorb Austin’s soul from the inside. It was something he hadn’t done before, though it was similar to how he had taken Rey’s.

The feeling was a little weird, yet somehow oddly welcoming—it felt as if he had jumped into a pool of warm water just as he phased through Austin and slid inside his body, though the difference is that he felt all the warmth getting sucked into him. Regardless, it felt good, and he felt Austin’s soul being beaten by his own.

On the outside though, Austin had dropped his phone, and was gripping the couch as he arched his back, toes curled in as he moaned whilst losing control of himself. He felt himself start to falter, and fade, as he felt something else taking his place.

It was soon over, and Jasper’s desperate pleas had been drowned out by the sound of Austin moaning as Evan slowly took full control. Once he had, he shot up from his place on the floor, where he fell, and released a grunt as he snapped his neck, followed by a deep and resounding laugh.

Evan stared at his stolen body, impressed, as he sat down. He flexed, and sniffed at his arms, before he picked up the phone and snapped a photo of his new acquired form.

Evan couldn’t help himself but laugh at the sound of Jasper losing it inside his head, so much that he felt his new stolen tool start to stiffen and peek out of his briefs, fully boning out in a very impressive length. He smirked, and let his new tough hands dance around the tip—gaining a sudden yelp of pleasure from himself.

“Oh damn, that’s the spot…” He felt himself moan out, a little bit of Austin leaking out in Evan, aiming to torment Jasper with the use of Austin. “You like getting possessed, don’t you?” He continued, playing with the pre that had started leaking out of the tip.

“What is your problem?!” He heard Jasper yell at the back of his head, and Evan only responded by licking his stolen bicep and fully wrapping one hand on the shaft as he tugged on it. “Get out of him! Get out! You already got me and Josef!”

Evan felt very close to releasing, though he wanted to play with Jasper for a little more so he slowed down a little on the strokes even as his back arched in pleasure. “I don’t know about you, Jasper.” He says through his moans. “Seems like Austin himself liked this.” He added, much to the other man’s anger.

“No, you forced—”

“No, Jasper.” Evan says, adapting Austin’s usual tone. “I love this, Evan inside of me feels so good, he owns me now.” He adds, followed by a a rather loud moan, feeling pressure building up on the base of his member.

“Austin!” Jasper yells in his head, and Evan could tell he was trying hard to pound against Evan’s control. “Come on, you can fight him!”

Evan could only laugh at his futile attempt, knowing full well he couldn’t do anything. Instead, he shakes his head. “No.” He says, biting back a loud sob as he picks up the pace of his stroking. “No, I belong to him now.”

As much as Evan wanted to keep going with it while Jasper tried to get ‘Austin’ take control back, the immense pleasure from both the stimulation and the excitement at this new body was enough to push him over the edge. With a loud shout followed by intense moaning, Evan felt his borrowed rod explode with so much essence that it seemed to belong to more than one man.

He fell to his back on the couch, hands to his side as he gripped against the furniture while he shot ropes high into the air that both reached his body and hit him to his face, as well as splatter the carpet and the couch with it. Even his sounds of moaning and gasping drowned out anything else. One hand drifted to his chest, slathering the sticky substance over his pecs, before laughing to himself and passing out in the haze of pleasure.

–

Evan had decided to stay a couple of days in Austin’s body, much to Jasper’s chagrin who spent the past nights trying to rouse Austin. While both Josef and Austin’s voices had started to surface in his head, they weren’t as strong as Jasper’s—and Evan observed the difference that both technically ‘seemed’ to have liked the process, unlike Jasper who kept trying to fight back futilely.

He didn’t mess with anything in Austin’s life though, except that in the past nights, he’d gone out to a couple of bars and clubs to use his new body’s advantages—again much to Jasper’s anger. He’d even considered making Austin his go-to body now, replacing Jasper’s, since it had been serving him well.

“You can’t do that!” Evan heard Jasper protest immediately. “You already got my body, isn’t that enough?” He added, and Evan only laughed at it as if Austin would come back if Evan left his body.

And so to further spite and torment him, Evan took a two-week vacation down south in Austin’s body. He went ahead and switched between his three bodies at times during the trip, but everytime Jasper thought Evan was leaving them alone, he’d immediately go back to Austin’s body to mock him.

It’s been good so far, Evan notes, and he wonders vaguely what else he could do with this new body to further spite his old friend—ones that involved more fun for him, of course.

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Bodysuit: Trying Again

(A Case of SCP - 4127: Head or Tails)

(Branching off from It Only Feels Right)

“Damn, Aaron.” I hear the rich deep voice spill out from my own mouth, still surprised and relishing the sound of it despite having been hearing it for nearly three weeks. I grinned at my reflection, and flexed my arms as I laughed to myself; if you had seen me two weeks ago, I wouldn’t be in the gym, nor would I be taking my shirt off, or even taking many pictures of myself. If you have known me, well, you’d also know that this is neither my reflection nor my form at all—or at least, until I found a way to own it.

I didn’t believe in miracles before, but you see, I’ve found my life unfathomably changed in ways I didn’t even believe possible. See, the one you see here is Kyle, if you’ve seen us a while ago, you’d know me as his plain neighbor in my fifties with graying hair and skin starting to loosen. I lived a content life—until I saw this young man and I was reminded that he led a better life than I ever did, and that he had better prospects in life.

Not only that, I’ve never been one to put in work in my body. And when I saw him, I felt the burgeoning hot ache of envy inside me; I wanted that body to myself too, that life, that face in the mirror and everything it represents that I didn’t have and what I realized I’ve always wanted.

And as if by some irony of the universe, the solution came right to me one day by virtue of chance—in a flip of a coin.

—

The day my life changed hadn’t been extraordinary at all. On the contrary, it was my typical Tuesday night, getting off the bus from a local grocery store near my firm. It was a clear night, and there were people milling about in the streets towards my apartment building, conveniently close to the stop that I ride to my work. My life is simple, and I live alone; though content as I am, I find myself struck by doubts—those that tell me how my life could have gone differently if I made different choices than I did in the past, and what I’d do if only I had another shot, another chance. It’s an ache I’ve grown accustomed to for years, until a couple of months ago.

As if to rub salt to the wound, this dashing young man with everything I wanted moves in on the unit beside mine—I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day I ran into him in the stairs, carrying a few boxes with that easy goofy smile that reached his eyes with an odd and fond sparkle as he offered me an apology. If I ever believed it, I would have said it was a coup de foudre, like everything slowed down for me as he tilted his head and asked if I was okay. I recovered quickly, of course, and apologized as well before breathlessly running along.

The overwhelming beating of my heart felt odd that time, and I found myself trying to catch my breath at the steps outside the building. I didn’t know what went on inside me; it felt as if I had a brush with an angel, or a figment of my imagination that seemingly looked like he had everything that I could have had—was it the smile? I felt an immense feeling of warmth and affection, even at the tone of his voice. I haven’t had my heart set aflutter the same way for years as I beheld the man in question.

I learned later that night that he was Kyle, in his mid-twenties, when he came by knocking on my door to apologize for what happened earlier in the day and to introduce himself. I had calmed down significantly from that morning, though I still felt my pulse quicken and my breath kept getting caught in my throat. He carried himself with such confidence and seemed to be brimming in joy. He was tall as I am, though underneath that shirt I could guess he’s kept his body well and fit. We chatted for a little, and he also apologized in advance that he might have some people over in the next few weeks. I didn’t mind it, of course, and he left after a while.

It wasn’t until after I'd settled back on my couch that I felt it stirring in my stomach; an uncomfortable and unsettling feeling at my age—it was envy.

And so try as I might to push it down and be as friendly with Kyle as he is with me, it grew inside me every night when I stared at my ceiling, imagining being young again, picturing myself in Kyle’s situation, and even a few passing thoughts of becoming Kyle himself.

This feeling grew every day, every time I saw Kyle. Sometimes even reaching to a point of having manic and frenzied moments when I’d give in to both lust and envy where I found myself aroused by the thoughts of walking in his skin, flexing his form as mine, looking in the mirror only to meet his smile instead of mine—those nights were filled with splashes of white and stickiness, and an afterglow like nothing else as I lay sprawled on my bed.

It grew fiercer by the day, and on that Tuesday night, it burned even hotter in my chest.

I ran into Kyle again that morning, on his way to the gym. I woke up rather good this morning, but the moment I saw him walking down the steps with me to wait for his Uber, I felt the emotions stir inside me again and aflame. I returned his smile with a forced one, though I was sure he didn’t notice envy swimming in my eyes as I stared into his blue ones full of life.

I slammed the door shut that night once I made it back to my apartment, nearly dropping all my belongings on the kitchen counter from my temper. I felt a little hot, especially from my groin, as I could hear Kyle’s voice through the walls. At that moment, I found myself reaching for the coin that sat in my pocket. It had been a souvenir I got from one of my students, and I found myself mindlessly playing with it in one hand—a tic of mine.

I sat down on the couch, still rolling the coin on my knuckles, and then watched my hand as I flipped it aggressively through the air whilst my other hand reached for the remote to switch the TV on. I tried to pay attention to the local news, but the sound of Kyle’s voice echoed in my head the same time as the small metal did whenever I flipped it. I sighed, and stared at the coin in my palm for a while, to clear my head.

It was a 1936 USA Buffalo nickel that depicts a buffalo on one side and a human skull on the other. I stared at the skull head, traced the outline with my thumb, and I sighed as I slumped back on the couch. People flip coins when making decisions sometimes, right? What could have happened if I let a coin decide my fate instead of myself? I chuckled at the irony, and a fun idea crossed my mind.

“Heads,” I say almost aloud to no one, thinking if I could somehow also alter the universe with a flip of a coin. “All my fantasies will come true.” I grinned as I rolled my eyes, and then flipped the coin high up in the air.

I watched it sail above me, almost hitting the ceiling as it came down to me, landing square on my palm—head-side up. I burst out laughing at the result, though I found it cut off the moment I heard a loud shout from the other side of the wall, and they didn’t sound like the usual shouts of glee from Kyle, and I felt a sudden rush fill my body as I bolted out of my door quick.

I found his door unlocked, and I swung it open. I had been here once, so the layout was a little familiar as I tried to call out for the young man.

“Kyle?” I said over the open door. When I didn’t hear a response, I let myself in. “I heard a shout, are you okay?”

I had only stepped into his living room for a moment, when an almost grotesque scene greeted me: Kyle, with only a pair of sweatpants on and without a shirt, lay sprawled in the middle of the floor. His mouth was open, though I could only see dark inside as if it had been hollowed out. His eyes were a milky white, like he had no irises at all. I tried to touch him, and I drew back when I felt his hands a little too…elastic?

He still retained his weight, and shape, though he felt as if made of rubber once I pulled him up. This Kyle slumped on my arm, his glasses getting knocked off his face as his head lolled back. It was only then that I noticed and looked through his open mouth, with the inside looking as if it were hollow.

I didn’t know what came over me, but I found myself suddenly pushing one arm in, up to my elbow, and it seemed to have gone through. It looked as if he was a costume, and not a living breathing being. The same feeling came over me, as I pulled my arm out and tried to stretch the mouth open—and it did, just as I am reminded of a few of my fantasies.

I found myself stripping my own clothes off, my button down and pants came off rather quickly, and I was soon bare naked with Kyle lying slumped on his couch. Without another word, I stretched his mouth open again, pushing one of my legs in.

The inside felt as if I was merely slipping on some pants, though I could see the outline of my foot and leg going down his throat and chest, before slipping it inside of his. It elicited a gasp at me, and I wiggled my toes only to find Kyle wiggling his too. Excitement filled me, as I quickly let my other leg join in.

Soon, Ifound myself standing with his powerful legs—my old ones seemingly sucked in. Now came the next part, as I lowered the rest of my groins inside. I had been hard the moment I saw his form earlier, and it made it all the way easier to slide my member into his, pushing it out to its most impressive length that reached my new navel. I grasped it, and got a thrum of pleasure running through my veins. I couldn’t wait to put it all on.

Next came the arms and the torso. Once in, I felt this Kyle suit suck my gut in, shrinking it as if it were nothing inside of this body. The same happened with the flaps in my arms, pushing them inside of Kyle’s like wearing a glove and then feeling it tighten in me. I let my hands feel myself, the sensation was all too real for this to be a costume.

The head came last, and when I saw a mirror nearby, I couldn’t wait as I pulled it on. It was like wearing one of those halloween masks that went over the entire head, though this time, it felt like it had melded itself onto my face. In an instant, memories flooded my head—those of Kyle’s, though they did not rewrite my own.

I stumbled back a little, overwhelmed by the new sensations and memory, before everything became clear. I picked the glasses back up, wore them, and took a few seconds of staring at myself in the mirror before I broke out in a grin.

It was the same as Kyle’s bright smile that reached the eyes; those blue eyes that were filled with the spark of joy and youth, mixed with something new—my own spark of desire. I laughed, and I paused; it sounded much better this way, as it came from my own new throat, filling the room with Kyle’s musical laughter.

I stared at my new hands, lightly calloused from working out no doubt, and touched my face, ran my fingers through my hair, before I started to caress my torso and explore my body that seemed to look even better in this perspective. I was no longer just staring at him, hoping and hungry and lustful, instead I was inside him and it filled me to the brim with joy…and aroused me. It was then I realized that I’ve been granted a new lease in life, the second try I was hoping for, though in the form of my neighbor.

Rummaging through his memories, I came across Kyle’s fondness for me. I laughed at the thought, and found it a little endearing, until I am filled back with my late nights of manic climaxes when I could only envision this as I stroked myself silly. A grin played at my lips, thinking that I could live it now and not merely imagine.

And so I wasn’t surprised that I spent the entire night both acquainting myself with my new body, and with the tool that hungered for my touch until I filled this night with pleasure and afterglow that felt way more intense than I have just a couple of nights before.

–

Some time ago, it was easy to make up some excuse that ‘Aaron’ or my old self had gone out on an overseas trip, and no one questioned a thing. I didn’t have many people waiting for me in my old life anywhere.

Kyle’s friend and family didn’t notice anything amiss, other than the fact that I started to take a lot more trips than ‘I’ usually did. It was easy to brush it all off though, and they didn’t question me too much. Now that I was in Kyle’s skin, I was free to pursue everything I hadn’t before, and to enjoy my ‘youth’—something I don’t believe I’ve done sufficiently in my old self. Perhaps they haven’t noticed how much I spent adoring my body, face, and my new identity.

I don’t know what became of the nickel I had a while ago, nor was I sure if it was what gave way for all of this to happen. Regardless, I’m beyond thankful, and I keep it as a fun thought that I may have just flipped a coin to change my own destiny.

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Bodyswap: Hero Maker

(Two Years Prior to the events of Zero to Hero)

Martin pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, simultaneously rubbing circles on his temples with the thumb and index finger of the other. He slumps over his desk, normally immaculate with the exception of his knickknacks dotting the surface, yet now he finds it crowded by piles of paperwork—ones he didn’t think were possible for this line of work.

He had been both PE teacher and coach to their high school’s soccer team; Martin specifically chose this profession because it required him to move his body, to feel the thrum of energy running through his veins whilst directing a team under the pleasant blaze of the sun—not tending to papers in his desk. What made it worse and even more irritating for him though, is that there was only one person behind this: Lee Kamski, a particularly problematic and challenging senior.

What plagued Martin though, is that he doesn’t know what to do. Lee…how would one even describe him outside of the many incidents that he has done during Martin’s class? When he wasn’t harassing his other less impressive classmates, or when he was not flexing his marvelous physique, even much better than some on the team, and that it ‘worked’ even for Martin?

He glances down at the sheet in front of him, one that contained Lee’s school record. Used to be part of the school’s basketball team, but ejected once he had to repeat a year—and he was twenty now too, turning twenty-one in a month. Martin hadn’t been exaggerating about Lee’s physique, who towered over everyone, even Martin himself, like a walking marble statue. He was the typical school jock, though his popularity had all but diminished ever since he got kicked out of the basketball team, now he seemed to exist merely as an unpopular yet walking eye candy hellbent on picking at those far beneath him.

On the second page, an image of Lee taken a year prior had been attached with a paperclip. Lacking the means to procure from the man a more formal image, he settled on a confiscated photograph from a student; though Martin feels something inside him stir despite barely looking at it.

Lee was…something to behold. In all physical aspects, Martin envied him—heck, maybe not even just physically. This feeling especially burgeoned itself in his chest as he could almost always see this man—they were neighbors too, other than merely teacher and student.

He shakes his head, focusing on the task at hand. The papers on his desk were either complaints about him, or requests from the principal himself, and co-teachers, asking him to do something with Lee as he had done so before with his previous students. In fact, they piled up over the months, hoping they’d stop after a while. But no, they were pushing him to resort to something.

Martin’s glance lands briefly on the lowest drawer on his desk, where the most obvious solution lay. The hand pinching his nose drifts down towards it, and he deftly pulls it open. Inside lay a small bottle of pills, unmarked, though the green and blue pills sat inside it, beckoning. It had been with him for years, the secret that he’d loathe to share with anyone unless he felt desperate enough.

He hesitates, hand freezing over the bottle as he stares at it. It had been a while since he last needed them, in fact it was a year or so ago when he last had to use it on another problematic student-turned-star player, Jude. He was less of a problem than Lee, though at that time, Martin had felt compelled and even eager to use this in order to have him under control.

Martin takes the bottle and sets it on the desk, staring at its contents.

“Green to initiate, Blue to allow it.” he recalled his father telling him. “Though it can be taken willingly for the exchange, always pick green.”

At this, Martin recalled the first time he had used it, about five years ago, at the start of his work. That time, Martin had been young, twenty-eight, and very capable of using the pills whenever he needed to without much consequence. He had a student, Russell, the first recipient of the blue pill from his own hands. It was an exhilarating experience, and Martin looked back at the moment with both nostalgia and joy.

Russell, while not at all a delinquent as bad as both Jude and Lee, was caught trying to deal with substances behind Martin’s back after their gym classes, He had Russell the next day after, of course. Martin’s father had demonstrated to him in a manic state months prior what the pills could do, and it was time for him to do it himself—with Russell.

And so it did happen; Martin sat Russell down for a ‘talk’ after gym class that day. It wasn’t much of a talk, more like Martin hastily dry-swallowing his own green pill as he shoved the blue one down Russell’s throat. The swap had been initiated not even a minute later as soon as both had swallowed their respective pills.

Something inside Martin had dislodged itself, and he felt a brief tingle fill his body before numbing all over. He felt a lump forming and moving up from his throat, and across him, Russell had started to react in the same way. Blue drool dripped out of Russell’s wide open mouth, irises glowing the same shade briefly, before a slime figure peeks out of his lips. He convulses as it starts sliding out.

To an outside observer, the same was happening to Martin too, though he had green instead of blue drool and slime. It didn’t take too long for both of them to essentially eject the slimes out of their throat, and into the ground—all it felt was damp and hot, and Martin, in his slime form, felt himself launch his body forward with slimy tentacles, making for Russell’s body, and vice-versa.

He couldn’t remember much else other than latching onto Russell’s neck, then pushing into his gaping mouth as he slipped in down the man’s throat. And then it was done.

Martin saw himself, or his old body rather, stand in front of him with eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, patting himself in apparent disbelief. At this, Martin feels a connection, even as he runs his hand over his body. He strips his shirt off, hands running over his new torso–what used to be Russell’s–and marveled at the fact that he owned it now.

It only took a couple of tries until he’d subdued Russell’s control over his old body, essentially making it act like how he usually would. Now, he was able to both control Russell, and swap them on-command. He relished it, loved the feeling, and found himself repeating it for the following years, relishing the feeling of getting to know new bodies and exploring their youth and vitality, even taking up the hobby of having all the bodies come together for ‘fun’ once in a while…

Martin is brought back to the present when he knocks the bottle. It was capped, so none of the pills that don’t seem to dwindle scattered. He hesitated, reluctant to use it again—ever since he started using it on past students, he’s afraid that he might be stretching himself too thin; he’s already controlling (or at least left in auto-pilot) eleven other bodies, Lee could possibly be the twelfth if he continues.

And then he stares at the bottle, indecision filling his head yet Martin finds himself unable to think of a different solution. Surely he could do with one more, right? He thinks, and sighs when he finds the voice in his head agreeing. Besides, it should be a change getting to control Lee too—the thought of it exciting Martin much, both in tempering the student’s behavior too and in lessening the paperwork.

With a resolute sigh, a sudden wave of anticipation filled him and made him shudder pleasantly. He had to do it as soon as he could, he muses, before he changed his mind. And so he waited for the time to finish dragging on, with his last class for the day, before going home and formulating a plan.

The next day was a Saturday, and Martin had been up rather earlier than usual as he went over his plan. Lee frequented their pool at around nine in the morning, he observed, and he would spend some time around ten (which was two hours from now) lounging in the sun when it was bright up—for some apparent reason Martin didn’t know. He had to hop the fence, but he’s already covered that last night when he set up a stool he can use to boost himself; whatever happens after, he can manage it. Now all he had to do was wait.

And wait he did, with two pills in his hand: green and blue. Martin felt a little relieved that his hands weren’t sweaty as he felt his heart beating wildly, blood pounding against his ears as Lee finally emerged from the pool. Martin had been waiting patiently in the patio on his backyard, pretending to read the newspaper whilst glancing at the other yard now and then earlier.

Now, Lee had laid his back on the sun lounger, just as the sun lit bright on his side of the yard. He had shades on so as to not blind him too. Once he had settled in and Martin could see the slow rising and falling of the man’s chest, he stepped on the crate he set up, and then hopped over the wooden fence. It was a solid grassy patch where he landed, only a soft thud and a gentle rustle would give him away—yet Lee remained asleep.

Martin, at the sight of how close he is to Lee, quickly swallowed the green pill. He inched closer to the younger man, making sure to step only on the grass to muffle his approach. He had the blue pill clench in one hand, ready for him to drop inside Lee’s mouth.

Once he was close enough, he had to crouch down a little lest he blocks the sun and Lee notices it. He looked at the young man laid almost bare before him; his chest glistening in the sun with the remaining droplets from his swim, skin glowing and his mouth slightly ajar. Martin had certainly been at close proximity to Lee, but never in this state. He felt something shake in anticipation inside him, and he grins, ignoring the growing stiffness in his pants.

Martin stretches out a hand, the pill sitting near the edge of the pall just above Lee’s mouth. He tilted it slowly, and watched as the pill slid from his hand into Lee’s mouth. At this, Lee half-awakes, and almost gagged until Martin squeezed the young man’s mouth open that freed up his throat at the same time.

Lee, in the remaining seconds that he had in control of himself, snaps awake. The sunglasses slipped out of his face, and he looked at Martin in shock, confusion, and a silent yell died out in his throat as he slumped back down, thrashing and convulsing as blue slime started to drip from his mouth.

Martin, on the other hand, had himself frozen in his crouched position, shaking slightly as his mouth opened. From within, a green slime pushed out and plopped itself down Lee’s lap just beside the blue slime that similarly shot out of Lee’s throat landing square on the bulge and making his body jump a little.

The blue slime produced tentacles as it passed by the green one who was similarly moving. It inched forward, and stretched one long tentacle to climb over the coach’s arm, making its way to his shoulder, before swinging from there and into the open and waiting mouth, sliding down the throat with relative ease.

The green slime, on the other hand, used its tentacles to glide over Lee’s bare torso, sliding across his abs and then pecs, leaving a very thin trail of its slime in the body. It wrapped one tentacle around Lee’s wide neck, two others snaking themselves inside his mouth to open it wider. At this, the slime traveled up the length of his neck, before pushing itself down the mouth, and into the body’s throat.

Both bodies heaved slightly forward, before ‘Martin’ collapsed on the ground, and ‘Lee’ shot up from the lounge.

Lee in Martin’s body suddenly sits up from the grass, hands immediately flying to his head to massage his temples—until he noticed the shirt he was wearing, and the man looming over him with a grin who looked suspiciously like him. He sees the man smirk at him, arms open and flexing, meanwhile he glanced at himself, horrified, that he looked like coach Martin.

“You’ll thank me for this, Martin.” Martin, in Lee's body, told the man that sat beneath him in his old body, calling him by the name he now possessed. He sees the man opening his mouth, forming a response, but he mentally reaches forward to him. In a simple blink, Martin had subdued Lee’s consciousness. The body beneath him closed his mouth, and stood up in front of him before dusting himself off.

“Thanks, Lee.” He tells Martin, before walking off to go back to ‘his’ patio. Martin grinned at this, already marveling at both the youthful feeling and at the same time at his new physique. He towered over his older body, and it seemed like the body was accepting him very well too. He glances down and sees the tent in his own pants, and chuckles, promising himself to give it a good stroke later after he’s sorted out what he needed to.

Soon, he was able to access Lee’s memories, making sense of the man and how he needed to act to pass off as him—albeit with a different change in the coming weeks. It had to start from somewhere too, and he let his old body contain Lee’s essence while running around in auto-pilot and under his control.

It only took about a month to bring great change to ‘Lee’ now, and he’d been in this body for the entire duration without needing to jump back into his own. Less offensive, more respectful. Soon, he had gained back the popularity that the old Lee had lost, and he became an ‘assistant’ coach to his old body—which he found hilarious, seeing as he controlled both bodies.

Martin even had the fleeting thought of keeping Lee with him longer, compared to the others before whom he’d swap once then only control and influence while he was back in his own body. Lee was just…different, and he relished being in this man’s body too. He enjoyed it the most out of all the bodies he’d swap with too.

And so later on he did keep Lee’s body both in his employ, and under his constant control. He only switched them back together a handful of times in the past months, during family celebrations he didn’t want to miss, and then switched them right back when Martin felt the pull of becoming Lee again—and come to think of it, he had probably been spending more time walking in Lee’s body rather than his own.

Come to think of it too, Martin decides Lee would be the last body for him to subjugate. It was the perfect body for him;should he need another reason to require the use of the pills that sat in his office, he would soon find a ‘successor’ (he cringes at the word, yet find it funny) who would do his bidding or something akin to it—just like how his father had done with him.

For now, Martin is gleefully living out ‘his youth’ in Lee’s body, satisfied that he had turned a delinquent yet again into a ‘hero’.

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Possession: Jokes On You

A Case of SCP - 1481: Crackhead Genie

Lucien grumbled and huffed as he tossed aside the sheaf of damp paper in his hands, along with it came his lab coat which was similarly sodden with what looked like coffee, yet smelled much like what Dr. Jack Bright kept in jars in his office—excrements from 173’s containment chamber mixed with water 'for science’. It only occurred to him now that Jack only kept them for today’s occasion, April’s Fools day, and he’d just been a victim in one of his pranks.

It wasn’t even the first prank of the day; earlier, Dr. Clef had locked them in a chamber with an ‘unclassified’ anomaly for nearly half an hour, his assistants Jacob and Karl salted his tea, Junior Researcher Alvin too was in cohorts with them and replaced the files on his table with lyric sheets to a Rick Astley song. It was frustrating, and the day had only just started—all he wanted to do was get work over with so he could lie down at home again.

Lucien wasn’t fond of pranks, but decidedly had enough of them, so he thought up a plan to enact his revenge upon them; in an anomalous way, and he knew just which SCP could help him. So he sets off towards the facility’s west wing after replacing his lab coat with a fresh one.

The scanner on the item locker accepts Lucien’s ID, and procures a small recyclable coffee cup before he is led to a testing chamber by a few security men under the pretense that he had an approved testing for the day; seeing that he had Level 3 clearance, they didn’t question him at all. Once in the chamber, he places the cup on the table before rubbing its side.

The cup shakes for a moment, before a loud decompressing sound fills the room whilst a spectral form bursts out the mouth of the cup—a humanoid roughly the same height as Lucien, though floating and nigh-transparent in the air. He had multiple coats on from different eras, torn and stained, similar to the jeans he wore. He had both an annoyed and amused look on his face, though his eyes were red and droopy. If Lucien would put it to simple words, he looked like a stoned ghost of a genie.

“You again?” He sneers at Lucien, muttering something incoherent under his breath. “C’mon then, what do you want?”

“I understand the nature of your…wish-granting, 1481.” Lucien starts, seating himself on the chair across the genie. He recalls the first attempts; the genie wasn’t the most cooperative, if at all. He could grant their wishes, yes, but he was always an asshole about it. Wish for a sandwich? He eats it. Wish for an item? He mocks you with it. But Lucien was positive that the genie would help him do something mischievous. “I believe you can help me with this one.”

The genie obviously blanches at being called by his designated number, and even more with the tone in Lucien’s voice. “Uh huh, a promotion? Wanna get those beasties under control? Tough luck, pal. I don’t want to.”

“No,” Lucien waves off, though he puts some steel in his tone. “I’m talking about pranking the whole facility.” He finishes with a smile, hands folded in his lap. The genie gives him an incredulous look at this, taken aback as he stumbled back in the air.

“Say what now?” The genie blurts out, stifling a laughter. “My my, Doctor. What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s April first today.”

The genie tilts his head, his mouth forming into an ‘o’. “Is there a prank war?”

“No,” Lucien shakes his head. “At least, not an official one. But I’m afraid they’ve waged it against me, and I need your help to win.” He adds, gesturing towards the remaining stain on his shirt sleeves.

“Well!” The genie responds, clasping both hands together as he rubs them with mischief in his eyes. Lucien takes note of this, and assures him he went to the right place. “What do you want then? Let’s flood this facility with acid!”

Lucien holds up a hand to stop him, thinking up a clever plan. He could wish for anything, of course, though there was still a potential risk of the genie doing something worse. Instead, he would wish for something that he could do himself. “Turn me into a ghost.”

“Huh?” The genie asked him, perplexed. Lucien nods, recalling the incident with the 4973 ghosts. That was certainly one of the worst containment breaches they’ve had, and he thinks it would be hilarious to mess with his colleagues as a ghost. “That’s lame.”

“Just trust me please.” Lucien huffs, though he follows it with a grin at the genie who rolled his eyes. “At least just for today, help me in this and I’ll get you the good stuff.”

The genie’s ears perk at this, then he raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “So you’re bribing me, eh?” He asks, and although Lucien would deny, he relents and nods eagerly. “Okay, whatever.”

Lucien shoots up from his seat at this, beaming, as he pushes away from the table. Plans start to mill about in his head, and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. “So how do we do this?”

“Just hold still there, don’t move an inch.” The genie grins, and Lucien feels himself tense up the moment he hears the creature snap his finger. He grins at Lucien, muttering yet again something under his breath as he flies towards Lucien at an incredible speed. His eyes grew wide, watching as the genie rushed to him.

Lucien couldn’t move, could only watch as the genie pushed itself inside his mouth. It was quick, and Lucien’s mouth involuntarily swallowed the entity that slowly slid inside of his person. He feels himself lose feeling all over his limbs, his mind starting to fog, as he felt himself getting torn apart. Once the entirety of the genie had slipped inside of him, he groaned, and closed his eyes. He heaves forward, and feels something untether from inside him.

When Lucien comes to, he feels himself floating in the air. He could see his body idle in front of him, hunched forward. He glances at his hands, which took on a bluish glow and looked nearly transparent. He marvels at this, and zooms around the room a few times—that is, until he sees his body beneath him stretch and crack its neck.

“Wait, 1481?” He exclaims, floating down in front of his body. “What’s happening?”

His body just laughs, and he cracks his knuckles. “I can’t see you, but you got two hours until I give this back.” The genie in his body says, before picking up the cup and striding out of the chamber. “Time to find the goooooood stuff.”

Lucien didn’t give it any more thought, too giddy about the prospect of scaring his colleagues, as he flew towards the ceiling. He phased through it, and found himself in a different hallway. He had wanted to prank Alvin first, since he was the one stationed closest. He understood that the man’s prank wasn’t grave, though he really was annoyed that he ended up presenting the wrong document to the Site Director.

The hallway wasn’t empty, it had a couple of security people hanging about outside the chambers, chattering excitedly about today. Lucien rolls his eyes, and flies to his left towards Alvin’s office, where he thinks his colleague could be. He knows how organized the man is, and he felt the need to mess around with his office a little.

He phases through the office door, but was surprised when he found the office lit yet empty. It looked neat as usual, nothing misplaced, and Lucien decided to take this chance. He zooms fast enough through the stacks of paper on the desk, and he watches them fly like confetti in the air. He laughs to himself, before launching his from towards the bookshelf, sending books skittering onto the floor.

Lucien wasn’t quite satisfied, and he had just stuck a ghostly hand inside a locked vault, when he hears humming in the bathroom. His ears perk at this, and a grin spreads along this face—Alvin was most likely in there. He pushes through the wall, and finds himself in the bathroom.

Alvin had just stepped out of the shower, with only a towel draped around his waist. To say Lucien was shocked would be an understatement—he hadn’t seen his colleague this bare before, and he thinks that if he hadn’t been a ghost, he might have gotten too embarrassed, or even turned on.

Instead, he took this opportunity to potentially scare Alvin. Once Alvin had been standing in front of the mirror, Lucien stifles a laugh as he pulls the towel off the man’s waist. It falls, making the man gasp as Lucien’s cool hand barely touches his side. As he picks it up, he stumbles back—and into the floating Lucien.

Lucien couldn’t move back in time, and instead gets sucked into the man’s huge back. It felt like getting pulled in by a blackhole, and he couldn’t fight it. Instead, he feels his feet make contact with the ground, and he stumbles forward but spreads his arms enough to catch himself on the sink.

Lucien blinks, and gasps when he finds himself staring down at the sink, felt its cold sensation on his hands, and the overwhelming feeling of being bare naked. He felt a little confused, and only when he took one step back and lifted his face towards the mirror did he understand what had happened. He gasps, and ties back the towel on his waist before staring at himself.

Turns out the entire ghost thing wasn’t just poltergeist shenanigans, Lucien thought, allowing a smoke to spread through his borrowed face. He checks out Alvin’s body, flexing and gloating at himself, before he lets the towel fall. An idea pops into Lucien’s head just as he watches himself stiffen by the second, and the grin remains on his face even as he tries to stroke it, to get a feeling of it. It was huge, much meatier and longer than his, and the pleasure was undeniable.

It felt good, Lucien had to almost forcefully bite Alvin’s tongue to choke back a moan. He stops himself before getting too indulged, then exits the bathroom with nothing on. He finds the man’s phone on the lab coat that hangs on the coat rack near the door. Lucien grins to himself, before snapping pictures of Alvin’s bare form, then sent it to himself. He could keep this for blackmail, he thinks to himself, and possibly for…other reasons.

Lucien laughed to himself, then felt as if something had already been pushing him out. He groans, wanting to relish Alvin’s body more, but he relents—though not without the cherry on top. He smirks, as he starts to tug on his tool again at a very quick pace, feeling it build up on the base and climb Alvin’s length. He wanted to take a picture, but felt his control slipping fast.

He makes it to the door, twisting the knob, and opening it just at the right time that he shoots ropes of white, out into the hallway. Lucien only feels the pleasure a little though, as he then immediately gets dislodged from Alvin’s body—who had been moaning the instant Lucien left him, hand still on his member.

Horrified shrieks filled the hallway as two male guards were accompanying two female D-Classes, with Dr. Clef in tow. The guards stationed outside the nearby chambers too, looked on in both shock and amusement. Lucien, in his ghost form, cackles above them as Alvin comes to, confused and shocked at where he was.

“What the fuck, Alvin?” Dr. Clef exclaims, a little annoyed though amused at the sight of Alvin desperately trying to cover himself up. Lucien considers doing the same to Dr. Clef, though, ultimately decides against it and settles on running a ghostly hand across his face, followed by a slap. Lucien does risk one more second to re-possess Alvin instead.

“April’s fools!” He says through Alvin, before exiting his body again. He laughs at the ensuing madness, then drifts down and speeds towards the opposite wing; where Jacob and Karl should be.

On the way, he passes by Dr. Bright, who was giggling to himself whilst waiting for Dr. Sophia Light to round the corner. In his hand, he held another jar of the excrement solution he had; and he was most likely up to no good too. Lucien then speeds forward, hoping to also possess Jack Bright—and this particular vessel that held his consciousness was quite attractive too.

Lucien instead ricochet’s off the man’s back, as if protected by something, and he grumbles when he realizes he’s only succeeded in knocking the man on the ground instead of possessing him. No matter, he thought, rolling in the air and laughing as he found Bright soaked in the contents of his jar.

Time to find the two idiots then, he thinks to himself, before continuing on his zooming. Vague thoughts of what the genie had been doing in his body now, but he pushes the thoughts away for now. He recalls seeing through Alvin’s phone that he spent about an hour in both messing his office up, and the subsequent possession. That felt a little weird, the latter part, so he couldn’t wait to try it out on the two again, though he decided to try Jacob on first.

They weren’t in their offices, nor were they in any testing chambers down there, and it irritated him. Lucien only had a little bit of time left before the genie’s time limit, and he still had two on his list. He changes course, and instead heads towards their living quarters.

And lo, he finds the two of them in Jacob’s room. They seemed to have just gotten back from an experiment, both still sporting protective spandex that were both halfway off their bodies. Jacob had been talking to Karl about something related to the surfboards in their room and the subsequent experiments on a new SCP. Lucien rubs his ghostly hands together, waiting for the best chance to jump in.

And it was when Jacob was going to take a photo of them both, when Lucien rushes inside him the moment he presses the button on his phone, snapping the picture.

He stumbles forward a little, feeling the rush of sensation fill his new limbs. Lucien hadn't focused on this feeling in Alvin earlier, but he felt extremely satisfied at his spirit filling in another body—it filled him with pleasure as well, and a lone moan escaped the mouth of Jacob’s body, eliciting a curious glance from Karl behind him.

“Jake, you good?” He hears Karl ask, placing one of his huge hands on Lucien’s bare shoulder. He doesn’t respond quickly though, only smirks a little as he finally had full control of Jacob’s body. He lets one of his hands fall on Karl’s that was on his shoulder, and he throws the phone to his bed.

“I have something to tell you.” He tells Karl. The sound of Jacob’s voice coming out of his throat felt weird, and a little hot, though he perfectly mimics Jacob’s more endearing tones. “Can you come closer a sec?”

“Yeah?” Karl asked, bending closer. Lucien mentally stifles a laugh, as he turns towards Karl with a sly smirk. The man could only raise an eyebrow and open his mouth, when Lucien pushes forward and locks their lips together. Karl gasps at the contact initially, his skin warming up as Lucien pressed onward, until he gave in.

Part of Lucien enjoyed this, part of him was already laughing inside at what he had done. They made out for a while, breaking apart for only a second, before diving in again. Karl gave in hungrily—and Lucien found it a little funny, since this was supposed to be a prank after all, but he just lets the man have his fun. After a while, they break apart again.

“Wow, that…” Karl starts, a little breathless. If Lucien would admit it, Karl wasn’t the best kisser, though it was kinda hot; and at this moment he felt their warm crotches brush against each other’s, still in their suits. “...since when..?”

Lucien was dumbfounded, unsure of what to say, though decided to play along for a little more. “Since the moment I laid my eyes on you?” He tries, quoting something he read a while ago and causing Karl to laugh.

“Same.” was all Karl said when he dives in for another kiss, surprising Lucien this time. He gives in too, and they collapse on the bed. He was a little confused with what was happening–this wasn’t part of the plan–though he decided to stay; he was enjoying it after all, even if Karl thought he was really Jacob.

Soon, all their clothes came off, it wasn’t only until Karl had started to go down on him that he felt that push again, the same feeling he got earlier from Alvin. He wanted to go, though a different idea crossed his mind already overcome with the lustful haze. Instead, he focuses on putting all his spiritual essence down to his tool. Lucien stared at Karl momentarily, before grinning.

With one resolute thrust, he send his ghost flying out of the tip of his member. Karl, who very much had the length in his mouth, gags a little as he involuntarily swallows Lucien’s ghostly form. This was a little different, and Lucien felt it comparable to wearing a huge jumpsuit or coat, and he had full control of Karl in a few seconds.

“K-Karl..?!” He hears above him, Jacob stirring and biting his lip against the oncoming sounds erupting from his throat. “What are you…ahh, fuhh, what happened..?” He tries, back arching as his fists twisted on the bed sheets. Lucien, instead in Karl’s body, only picked up the pace.

What happened next was a weird threeway-esque scenario, or so Lucien thought to himself, momentarily forgetting the original plan. Once he had been pushed out of Karl’s body, he re-possessed Jacob’s. That was when Karl bent down for him to screw; though it wasn’t long until he had been dislodged into Karl’s body again.

He couldn’t even tell how long nor how many times it happened, just that when the two both lay side by side in the afterglow, his spirit was in a similar state floating above them. All of them panted, and he watched with annoyance how instead of irritation, the two just laughed; they chalked their behavior up to a possible anomalous side effect, and Lucien rolled his eyes at this.

Well, at least he had fun, Lucien thought. He should probably do this again some other time, he adds to thought as he checks the clock that hung above the door. Two minutes before his time was up, he looked back at them to see that both had fallen asleep (along with a dog he hadn’t noticed from earlier). He sees Jacob’s phone, and smirks as he slips back inside the man.

He feels another jolt of pleasure the moment he assumes control, though he only rolls his eyes as he leaves the bed. He sets the mirror up adjacent to the bottom of his bed, aims his camera, and snaps a picture. He sent it to himself, which again, he could possibly use to tease the two and as remembrance.

As if on cue, he finds himself suddenly pulled towards the opposite direction, where the earlier test chamber was. He involuntarily zooms back and through the hallways, accidentally sending people to the ground or scattering papers in their hand like a strong gust of wind just flew by. Then Lucien finds himself in the chamber.

He finds his body passed out on the chair, the genie slowly emerging out of his mouth like a smoky entity—and he looked so out of it. “Thanks for the ride.” The genie tells him, snapping his fingers as Lucien is pulled back into his body.

He didn’t even have time to speak again, when the genie dematerialized and he finds himself inexplicably intoxicated. He silently curses at the genie, before swiping the cup out of the table, and then promptly leaves the chamber.

No matter, he thought to himself, that was the most fun he’s had in months—worth it for the residual high that the genie had left for him in his body. He stashes the cup back inside the containment locker, and he decides to go back to his office to lie down a little.

On the way when he rounds a corner, he crosses paths with a red-faced Alvin, most probably reprimanded from earlier. Lucien finds he couldn’t help himself from laughing, making Alvin tense up a little. Lucien then recalls back to seeing Alvin in his reflection, and finds he’s both aroused and tickled.

“Nice shoot, my dude.” He teases, winking at Alvin, who immediately runs off from him.

Lucien just laughs at him, a sound that the security men around him shared. He stares at the retreating form in the distance, and then at the cup in his hand, thinking and considering the next time he’d be able to be a ghost again—hoping to have fun solely with Alvin this time.

He shrugs it off though, and continues towards the lockers.

Some other time, he thinks. Another time.

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Bodyswap: The Model Swap

(Non-SCP Short)

Xavier threw the shirt in his hand aside as he stared at the mirror in front of him in disbelief. He spread his shoulders, and watched the veins bulging under his skin as he shook his arms. His face painted a calm expression—there were people around him, watching him, after all—but on the inside, he was already screaming in joy at the figure that stood as his reflection in the mirror. Much bigger, beefier, just the way he always wanted himself to be, and it turned him on immensely; especially that handsome face that stared back at him, which shouldn’t be his, but he somehow owned it now.

About an ocean away, Pietro let his back fall on the yoga mat beneath him. He held a phone in his hand, which was recording him as he panted in both satisfaction and pleasant soreness after doing a set in this new form. He felt lighter and he actually enjoyed the vast difference of the weight he could lug around last time compared to now—and not to mention how lean he had been, and how much younger he was now. It was complete bliss for him, he didn’t even care about the onlookers as he lay there, a very visible tent forming on the tight shorts that he wore.

Both of them were in totally different positions not more than ten minutes ago—in fact, the bodies they were in now weren’t where they were a short while ago. It was a spark of some sort; a spark born from a desire so intense that the universe had linked them, and followed by the intertwining of their wish amplifying each others’, they somehow forced the universe to grant them this whim.

See, Xavier, in his real body, had a great life. He cherished it a lot, relished all the perks he had been getting both as a well-known model and overall a visually appealing creature—a perfectly sculpted marble statue of adonis. He had fun, it was a great life filled with nearly endless privileges, though he yearned for something his managers wouldn’t let him.

He was already broad, and he liked the gym; he liked the way his muscles pumped at every weight he carried and every punch he doled out on the dummy, and most of all he liked the idea of growing and taking in more bulk. But of course, his image had always been that of the lean and slim young model that everyone would lust over. They liked his lithe form a lot, and so his workouts and even his diets were always closely monitored. And he hated it—he felt both constricted and way too mature for those. Xavier wished so badly to swell.

On the other hand, Pietro had been experiencing personal issues of his own. Sure, he’s well-respected, world-famous, and virtually anyone would lust to touch him—but at his age in this time of the world when there were always younger and new up-and-coming men to replace him, he knew he wouldn’t survive for long. And other than that, he’s been here for a long while, it was only a matter of time before they forget him.

Pietro liked his fame, and he wasn’t really old—he was just thirty-three—yet the spotlight had slowly been taken from him by those in their mid-twenties, the same way he had at that age. He loved his body, of course, but he wanted something else for a change; perhaps he could slim down, he thought, though with all the bulk he’s gained over the years, that would be a bit abrupt and unexpected.

Pietro had, in most essence, the body of a Greek god. It took him years and years of constant and strict commitment to the gym, his diets, and a rigid lifestyle. He’d been doing it for many years, and he had fun, though it only lasted for a while. He wanted a new start, and he wished for it so badly that it had even been distracting him from both model work and lectures. Everything felt boring and repetitive—he wanted an escape.

So it was no surprise that about a few days later, their intense feelings managed to break through the veil of reality, and then shaped itself to their will.

Xavier had just been finishing a set when he felt something stir within him. It was like a warm feeling was pushing itself into him, penetrating his skin from the tips as they converge towards the middle of his chest, where he felt it pulsing against his heartbeat. It wasn’t too strange at first, and he thought it was just because of the workout so he shoved it off his mind as he continued.

It was only at that point, when the warm stirring sensation in his chest had evolved into an almost violently tugging sensation that Xavier felt something was wrong—it was as if his soul was pulling itself out of his body, and he couldn’t help but throw his head back and open his mouth as he felt himself slowly get numb, yet the pull was strong.

In a place elsewhere, Pietro quickly picked up on the feeling. He hadn’t started his workout yet, in fact he had just finished stretching as he stripped his shirt off when he froze as he tried to recognize where the warmth that entered him was coming from. He balled the shirt in one of his hands, and felt a gasp leave his mouth as he felt a strong pull, like something was getting yanked from beneath his heart.

The feeling was foreign, and he didn’t recognize it, though something about it made his body thrum with energy and anticipation—whatever it was, it would be good, he thought. All at the same time, he felt his back arch and his head throw back, mouth open. He had started to get numb all over too, it felt like he was stuck between being awake and asleep.

It didn’t take too long for their souls to detach themselves from their original body, departing the space they took up, and smashed through the boundaries of reality, willed simply by their desire. Both their souls flew and sped towards the other’s body very quickly, traversing the thousands of miles across them towards their new vessels.

Before either of them knew it, their souls have found their respective new bodies—albeit both in the midst of being covered in sweat whilst in the process or at least right before working out. It was a pleasant surprise to both, and back to where we started, the two immediately started gloating over their new forms. Both their old and their new body’s memories were intact, so blending in wasn’t too much of an issue.

Xavier found himself adjusting into ‘Pietro’ quite easily mostly because they had the same line of work—he knew who Pietro was, of course, and he was beyond amazed and grateful that he ended up in the body of one of the men he had looked up to; save of course for his tenure as a lecturer at a university. Apart from that, he had relished his new form—he liked how big he was and the prospect of gaining even more, without much restrictions, filled him with glee, and the great respect the people in the industry had been giving him.

Also, Xavier in Pietro’s body found himself a great new hobby of his. Sure, he didn’t like lecturing much, but he did find some advantage to it—he found that he didn’t even need to ask, some of his flunking students would just come to him, and they themselves would ask him if they could pass the class in exchange of ‘favors’. It was mostly men though; a mouth is a mouth, and a hole is a hole and he didn’t mind, plus he was single still, and he was enjoying the heck out of it.

Pietro, on the other hand, was initially disappointed that he was another model, though it was quickly replaced by excitement once he found out who he was. He missed some of his old life back, but he couldn’t deny how amazing it was that he got to travel around so much again—so unlike his tenure back at his university. Not only that, since he was younger and had a little less media attention to him, he could have fun without much worries on his image.

He was lean now though, significantly less the size of his old body—unless they were talking about what’s down there and he was beyond delighted to find Xavier’s body had a tool that rivaled his old one. And being in his mid-twenties again, he felt so much libido swelling inside him, and even the prospect of rubbing it was nearly enough to bring him to the edge every time.

All was well between Xavier and Pietro. The world went on, despite the swap, and neither spoke a word of it to anyone—not even to each other, they simply acknowledged that they were each other now, and in no way did they want to reverse it; they were happy where they ended up, and made sure to themselves that they will never regret this reality-bending wish. Ever.

Bodysuit: Superior Dominic

Another Case of SCP - 5091: Sir Skeleton

(Branching off from Skin Maketh Man)

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Dominic snapped awake in the dark with a gasp, though muffled by a cloth that he felt occupied his mouth and secured by what felt like duct tape that kept it shut. He started to panic, breathing wheezing through his nose as he thrashed round—to no avail as he felt his hands bound behind his back on a pole of some sort. His legs were free, yet he couldn’t pull himself up as the restraints on his wrists were too tight.

Thoughts raced inside his head—he didn’t even know how he got here, and come to think of it, his recollections of what led here were blurry. He knew he had been in the club with his buddies, sneaked out of their house, and there was an altercation. Something about a guy groping him. Dominic remembers throwing the first punch, but he couldn’t recall anything else.

“Finally awake, Dominic.” He hears in the darkness. Whatever room he was, it was pitch black and he couldn’t make anything out in the inky darkness. The voice was near though, and it was accompanied by what sounded like rattling bones.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dominic manages to yell. His voice echoed in the darkness, and by the sound of it, he imagined he was in a warehouse of some sort. He struggles against the rope cinched around his wrists. “What do you want from me?”

He heard another rattling, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose when the voice spoke again. “A lot, Dom.” The voice whispered, and he flinched, trying to quick. The voice sounded a little hollow, like the grinding of teeth. He couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, though the tone felt vaguely familiar. He tried to kick, but he feels his legs getting pinned down by something sharp—bony even, and he winces at it. He could feel it through his denim, and it didn’t feel human.

Dominic gulps. “If you want money, I don’t—”

“I don’t want your money.”

“Then what the fuck am I doing here?” Dominic lashed out, though the weight on his leg wouldn’t budge. “Who are you?”

A beat of silence, and the warehouse was filled with a hideous laugh like teeth chattering. Dominic inhales a sharp breath as he felt something bony—was it a hand or a twig?—caress the side of his face. It didn’t feel human.

“Actually,” it whispered to him. He couldn’t see the face, but could swear it was smiling at him. “I’m about to be you.”

A ripping sound filled the dark and empty warehouse, followed by a loud scream that echoed in the otherwise quiet night—with no one to hear but the creatures inside. It didn’t last long though, soon it was replaced by a horrible cackling sound as the doors groaned open to let the new creature out.

Wednesday

To say things have been weird in the past couple of days would be… an understatement.

Dominic and I had been together for more than half a decade after meeting at a common friend’s party over spring break in college. We clicked right there and then, so fast forward to now, we’re engaged and slated to marry in about two months. It wasn’t a smooth ride at all—in fact we’ve been through much bumpier roads than most couples then ended back together, on and off. In fact, I’ve been reconsidering our engagement hard in the past months because of his behavior. Perhaps the last peaceful moment we had was last fall, when he proposed to me during one of our walks.

That’s Dominic on the left. He was…something, I think I fell the moment I laid my eyes on him, and he swore it was the same for him. For a while, it was a thrill to be with him—at least in the first three years. In the past two years though, he’d been a little difficult to be with. But I loved him so, and I couldn’t just leave him. He was mostly pleasant; he like taking me and Diego (our dog) out frequently, liked taking trips. He seemed perfect, though that wasn’t usually the case behind closed doors.

Dominic had a bad temper—if he didn’t get what he wanted, he could get violent at times (though he thankfully hadn’t caused me too much harm). He would break things often, especially when he was drunk, or if I protested him going out with his buddies during what should be an important night for us both. I couldn’t do a thing, at all, and though I’ve been compelled to leave him a couple of times, I never did. I held on to hope that he’d change, and I thought he would when he proposed; which clearly wasn’t the case.

Well, until nearly a week ago, at least. I was up until nearly five in the morning, alone in our bed. Dominic had sneaked out hours ago to go drinking with his friends; Mia called me to ask if I was okay with it because she knew it was our anniversary, and I couldn’t say no. I lay sprawled in our bed the entire night with only Diego for company, contemplating our relationship.

To my surprise, I heard a knock on our window. I jumped out of bed, pulling the drawer open to grab something to defend myself. Diego had gone out in the hall minutes ago, so he wasn’t there to warn me. Imagine seeing Dominic knocking against the window, with the largest and most sheepish grin on his face as he waved at me to let him in. I was baffled, but I opened it for him nonetheless.

He’d somehow climbed the emergency stairs of our apartment about six floors up instead of entering through the front door, with something held behind his back. Dominic wasn’t one to do this—if he’d left his spare key here, he would’ve called me. But no, he was there with a goofy grin plastered on his face. And then he said sorry, which took me aback for a while as he stepped in.

Dominic was hiding a small box of cake and a few roses strung together behind his back, and then greeted me with a happy anniversary. Not only was this unusual, but I distinctly remember hours ago when he said this sort of celebration should be for when we marry—but seeing him here now, I chalked up his earlier behavior to the fact that he just wanted to surprise me.

It was peculiar, but I was so happy at that time that I let him lead me to the kitchen where we ate and just talked—something we hadn’t been doing well for the past weeks. I didn’t question it at that time; not when Dominic literally glowed the way he hadn’t been since the first years of our relationship.

Now, days after that incident, Dominic’s behavior that veered off from his usual self had become more evident. He still had his usual ticks like his fingers twitching here and there whenever he tried to recall something, as well as his frequent ‘hmm’, though they seem exaggerated and almost done on purpose rather than by habit. He also hadn’t thrown any fit from his temper for the longest time.

To make it even weirder, he’d been waking up earlier than me to prepare me food. It was like he’s trying to atone for something he did, but why and how, I wasn’t sure. I even called Mia last night if they talked or something, but even she got confused.

“Come on Garrett, maybe he’s a changed man?” She teased, and I was inclined to accept that. But it seemed all sudden, like a switch was flipped in his head and he lost all his rough exterior, replaced by a softer version of himself—one that’s sweet, gentle, and most of the good things I’ve only seen from him whenever he was in a good mood. Heck, even the tone of his voice felt subdued.

I recounted the past days as I sipped on my coffee, contemplating the emails on my phone. It was already late afternoon, and I just got back from work so I had some time to kill before prepping for dinner. My phone chimed as a new notification came in, and it was from Dominic.

“Almost done with the shoot. Eat out tonight?” The message was from Dominic, with a photo of him attached. I almost spit my coffee. It was Wednesday, and he was usually out with his other model friends on this day of the week. What spurred him to take me out, I didn’t know, so I asked.

“Just wanna spend time with you is all. :) “ was his reply. If it wasn’t unusual enough that he’s asking me out, Dominic never used this sort of smileys. “Be there in twenty, dress up?” he added, and I typed in a quick sure before setting my phone and cup down.

I’ve been downing multiple cups of coffee a day in the past week, and I stared suspiciously at the dark swirling liquid on my cup. Thinking the caffeine could be driving me nuts, I dumped the rest of it on the sink before I went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. I then proceeded to fill Diego’s bowl with food and replenished his water, telling him to behave while I was gone.

Maybe Mia was right, maybe it was the caffeine, or maybe Dominic had an epiphany or some shit—I don’t know, but whatever it is, I hope it will last and that it was genuine.

Friday

Our little dinner out went very well the other night…in fact, it went suspiciously well.

Dominic wasn’t making the waiters uncomfortable this time, nor was he sitting usually with his legs spread wide apart—he was very pleasant that night, and I actually enjoyed it a lot. He even cracked up at a few of my jokes, despite always rolling his eyes at any of my anecdotes before. It was like everything I knew about Dominic had been replaced by something that felt like him, though at the same time wasn’t him at all.

“So you think this is the Invasion of the Body-Snatchers?” Mia told me earlier, incredulous, causing another co-worker Markus to snort a laugh before leaving us in the pantry. I couldn’t blame him, but the idea didn’t sound all too impossible now. “Are you high on something, Gar?”

“No!” I replied to her, showing her my cup that had cocoa instead of the usual coffee. “Haven’t even had a drop of caffeine in days, and I’m serious, it’s like he’s someone else now.”

“Then ask him about it!” was Mia’s response, laughing at my reaction. “Seriously, we can all just guess. Just ask him.”

“I don’t know how to do it without being weird.”

“You’ll figure it out.” Mia said through her coffee, which she waved teasingly at me. “Besides, why are you even bothered by this? Weren’t you wishing for him to change a while back?”

That was the end of that conversation. I couldn’t deny it of course, Dominic had been an asshole for a while, so despite this bizzare sudden mental change or whatever in him, I can’t help but be happy about it. Whatever it was, it seemed like the universe finally blessed me.

I just couldn’t keep the nagging thought in my mind though, that if it were possible at all, maybe something DID replace Dominic. I’m not a spiritual person, but maybe some holy ghost or angel finally took it to themselves to ‘fix’ Dominic once and for all—or I don’t know, maybe there’s a benevolent deity out there that somehow heard my prayer.

This, and another thing that got me thinking about it was Diego being somehow even more interested in Dominic now. He’d usually spend his time with me, though it seemed like he suddenly just started bonding even more with Dominic.

I decided I would ask him about it, soon, but not tonight. I want some assurance first, like one more proof convincing enough for me to ask lest I offend him and bring back the temper that seemed to have gone away. Dominic asked me earlier what he’d like us to do tonight and for the weekends—something that is already ticked off on my Not Dominic checklist—and I told him I’d like for us to just chill whilst watching a movie, then we could go out tomorrow. He agreed, and I’ve been looking forward to it all day.

“How’s my Garrett doing?” Dominic said as soon as I got home. He finished early today, and was already in his pajamas while Diego tailed behind him. I smiled at him, and then he was wrapping me with a tight embrace like he hadn’t in a long time. I could feel his massive biceps over my torso, they were hard as usual, but I didn’t know if I was just thinking it, or I really did feel part of it seemed a little too elastic.

“I’m good, Dom.” I responded, reciprocating the kiss he landed on my cheek, before slipping out of his grasp to hang my jacket on the rack. “Popcorn ready?” I asked, slipping my shoes off.

“Yeah,” He responds with a wink, though his stare seemed to linger on me a little longer.

“What, do I have something on my face?” I asked, running my hands over the sides of my face. He just laughed in response, eyes twinkling the way I’ve never seen before, then he was pulling me in another hug.

“Yeah, you ‘have’ perfect in it, and I can’t keep my eyes off of it.” He whispers in my ear with a gentle tone, and I immediately feel heat rise from my toes. It was probably the first genuine compliment I’ve had from him for…years. “Come on, let’s get you changed so we can snuggle soon.”

He lets go of me as he says this, and I, in my blushing state, froze in the spot for a few seconds—trying to comprehend what just happened. If the compliment and the hugs weren’t enough proof, Dominic never used the word ‘snuggle’ and in fact hated the word along with ‘cuddle’. He wasn’t too fond of affectionate physical contact like that as well, unless he was screwing me in bed.

I gulped, and watched him disappear into the kitchen. This wasn’t Dominic; not at all. Though something in me was happy, I wanted to know or at least confirm my suspicions—not because I wanted to do something about it, no, it would just eat me up if I didn’t.

Not now, though. I didn’t want to dampen this moment. Dominic or not, I’ve been looking forward to this, so I’ve decided to ask him about it tomorrow instead. We’d be outside anyway, so just in case it turns ugly, I wouldn’t be alone with whoever this is in such a small space.

Saturday

My right knee couldn’t stop bouncing once we checked in and I sat on one of the posh couches near the balcony. Dominic had managed to get a reservation for us overnight at this beach that he had been to before. They knew him, so we got in easy and in one of the best rooms they had to offer. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against rock and sand should be calming, yet I couldn’t stop my mind from racing.

I was going to ask Dominic, though he had to go back to get something he left from the car so here I was, sitting alone to contemplate how I could go about it. I wanted to find a topic that I could segue through, but couldn’t—because what can I say to ask him why he replaced my fiance? “Let’s talk about aliens, hey are you an alien?”

“Got it.” Dominic announced as he opened the door, making me snap out of my thoughts. “It was on the backseat af—”

Dominic stops short in front of me, a puzzled look on his face as he studies mine. I thought it would be the same irritated face he would make whenever something inconvenienced him, instead, his face was arranged in a concerned expression.

“Something wrong?” He ventures, approaching me as he sinks down to meet my eye on the bed in front of me. He sits there, with eyes almost pleading for me to respond. I met them, and I took a deep breath before swallowing the lump in my throat. Then I spoke:

“I know you’re not Dominic.” I blurt out, and watched him blink twice. He didn’t look very shocked at all, and it didn’t seem to shake him too, so I pressed on. “Before you assume, I don’t hate you, I just wanted to know what happened-who—who are you?”

He blinks again, and only sighs as he stands up. I flinch, and tried to scoot away in case he was going to hit me. He didn’t though, instead, he pulls his mouth apart—and my breath hitched in my throat at the grotesque display. There was no blood, but something else stepped out of Dominic’s skin.

“You got it right.” He tells me, though his voice wasn’t Dominic’s now—it was hollow and almost guttural, and in his hand, he held what looked like a deflated Dominic. “Please understand that my intentions were pure, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” I cut him off, and he tilts his head at me. “I’m not–I’m not mad. Actually, it had been the best week between us–I mean, in our relationship. But why?” I add. What stood in front of me looked like a huge talking skeleton, about the same frame as Dominic. It was a bizarre display, but I wanted answers.

“I knew what was going on,” He tells me, raising the arm that held Dominic’s skin. “I took the midnight train to live here, and I chanced upon the two of you, so I watched everything for months through the eyes of your neighbor.”

I raised an eyebrow as my mouth opened, trying to process what he just said. “So you’re saying you…wore..?”

He nods, before pulling the Dominic skin near him. “Human emotions got to me, I don’t know, but it drove me to take his skin for myself, and eventually acted upon what I had been feeling for a while.”

I couldn’t utter a response, staring at him both in disbelief and amazement. I couldn’t decipher the expression on his skull face, yet I knew he must be telling the truth. And besides, he had been a better Dominic after all, so why should I hold this against him?

“I believe you,” I say after a while, rising to meet him. “Dominic.” I added, staring into his eyeless sockets with a grin, and I was sure he returned it. In response, he started fitting Dominic’s skin over him again, slipping it on nearly perfectly—a bodysuit of some sort, literally.

Once he’d been able to slip every limp and his head into their respective places, I was greeted once again by that gentle, smiling, and soft ‘Dominic’. He was grinning sheepishly, and I found myself compelled to pull him close.

“Are you sure you’d be fine with the name Dominic, though?” I found myself asking, our faces drawn close to each other. He just chuckles, cupping my left cheek with one hand.

“Anything’s okay.” He tells me with a grin, our eyes meeting once, before he dove in and the rest was history. In fact, this felt even more intimate than anything the real Dominic and I had done before—better than the sweaty and aggressive intercourse that he was fond of. Instead, it was easy, and I accepted it fully without resistance.

Soon, the bed had called to us and I gave ‘Dominic’ something he’d never experienced before; and he loved every second of it. Hell, I did too, I enjoyed it so much more than any of the time I did it with the real Dominic.

Needless to say, ‘Dominic’ really had been a changed man as Mia put it—just in a different way that she put it…or perhaps she was close enough to call it an Invasion of the Body-Snatchers. The catch though? He did come in peace—and in me.

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Possession: Astral Shenanigans

(Non-SCP Short)

Jake knew there were certain parts of the internet that he shouldn’t be exploring. Aside from possible scams and security threats, there were also some that were even shadier—parts of the internet that you just knew were off-limits to most but the ones who deal with forbidden trade.

Well, the forbidden AND the occult.

It wasn’t even Jake’s intention to stray into something called ‘The Astrals’ whilst cramming an essay for class, at three in the morning, powered only by three cups of coffee, five cans of Red Bull, a half-eaten birthday cake, and just about three hours of sleep. He was making an essay about the unconscious mind, and he was already almost through with their little ‘initiation’ when he realized that something was wrong.

Well, realized was a funny word—he had already detached his soul from his body once his senses came back to him.

He was sucked back in his body of course, and it hurt, like he was an overstretched rubber that was snapped back inside his body. It was enough to rouse him though, and it was such a unique experience that he ditched the remaining pages of his paper, and decided to astral project again, like the people on whichever chat room he ended up in.

It took him only a couple of days, and he’d basically mastered the basics. He could detach his astral form from his physical body, fly over his town and spy on his friends, he could phase through walls and remain undetected—but the most important of all, he learned that he could temporarily occupy another person’s body.

Jake obviously had one target in mind—his cousin Jaime, who lived just across town. Jake knew it was taboo, but he’d spent so much time just crushing on Jaime, even to the point of having almost regular jerkoff sessions whilst scrolling through his cousin’s Instagram, or during family reunions.

On one occasion, Jaime had gotten drunk and passed out on Jake’s bed, without any shirt on and his sweat soaking the mattress. Jake snapped at that moment—he went ahead to lie down beside his cousin, basking in his alcoholic sweat, and just started to play with himself, all the while imagining he was doing it as Jaime.

That was all fantasy, he told himself, this time though—it would be the real deal.

Jake had tested it out on someone else, of course, specifically on one of his hot classmates. Apparently, it was easier for him to slip in and take control of a body that’s either distracted, or asleep—it meant you had no competition over the control of the body.

And so the night after, Jake stayed up past midnight. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to occupy his cousin’s body, so he picked the right moment to relax, and push his soul out of his body—it was the weekend, and he saw from Jaime’s account earlier that he had been drinking a while ago. Which was perfect, Jake knew his cousin should be intoxicated by now.

Astral projecting came easy for Jake—it felt like shedding off clothes you’ve worn the entire day though it did require a little concentration. It was freeing, and he enjoyed it. As soon as he had projected himself out of his body, he phased through the walls and out into the night. Unable to hide his excitement any longer, he flew up and towards the direction of his cousin’s house.

It was quick, it only took him a minute or two to let his astral form zoom past familiar houses towards the west of town, until he ended up in a quaint suburban residence painted green—which was Jaime’s favorite color that Jake’s aunt liked too. He flies towards the side, to check by his cousin’s window, and found him passed out on the bed with the lights still on.

“Just like last time.” Jake grinned and muttered to himself, pushing forward and through the walls. There, atop yet another sweat-drenched mattress, lays Jaime in a prone position with his arms raised and spread, even his legs were spread apart—and at this position, he looked like he was just asking for Jake to dive in.

Jake couldn’t wait anymore, and he flies to his cousin’s side to inspect his form. He lets one incorporeal hand plunge through Jaime’s crotch, and he squeezes, taking control of that part of his body first as he watches it get influenced by his own.

Immediately as he does this, Jaime’s member throbs, and then starts to stiffen and push against the thin fabric of his shorts the same way Jake’s own member in his astral form was hard. He hears Jaime moan in his sleep, unconsciously going over to grab his rod, giving it a slight tug, before letting go. They moaned in unison, and Jake felt every bit of it.

And because of this, he was sure that Jaime was ready now.

Jake had the option of pushing Jaime’s own soul out of his body and let it drift off elsewhere for the meantime—though he decided against it, and instead pulled it out of his cousin, letting it hover over them. In this, he sees a string on the back of Jaime’s astral form connected to the body beneath, and then severs it.

The man’s physical body goes slack for a moment, though he was still breathing. Jake then tugs and pulls against the string on the back of his own neck, tethered to his body back home, until it snaps.

He feels himself severed from the physical senses of his own body for a moment. Then just as quickly, he attaches his string to Jaime’s astral form, before pushing it away to zoom back to his body—on the other hand, he attaches Jaime’s string on the back of his head. This way, he wouldn’t be interrupted if anything were to disturb his body back home.

As soon as the string connects with him, he feels his form forced in the same position as Jaime’s body was. He grins, and the body follows suit. Jake moves his arms and legs around, and he could feel the body beneath him doing the same—even the sensations bled into his astral form. He sighs at this, and then takes a deep breath as he lets himself plunge and sink into the waiting flesh below.

Jake gasps as soon as he was in, and he relished the sound that came out of his mouth. He laughs to himself, sprawled on the bed that way as he stared into the ceiling. Well done. He tells himself as he lets his hands drift across Jaime’s bare and hairy chest, grazing over his pecs and eliciting a moan from him.

It felt like a jolt of electricity, throwing his head back to moan. He feels his pants tighten, and he peeks downward just in time to catch sight of a huge tent forming in front of him, waiting for his new meaty hands to grasp and stroke it.

Jake stared at it hungrily, feeling his mouth curl into a smile as he tried to calm himself. It had boned out almost fully in front of him—beckoning for him to grasp it the way he always wanted to. Grinning to himself, he immediately slides one hand down inside the shorts. Jake gripped Jaime’s rod, and started working on it even more as he heard his new voice moaning and escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, this feels good.” He mumbles to himself. His body was filled and thrumming with excitement and lust at finally being able to live out his fantasy—and he could even feel his balls start to churn, the essence in there already moving and slowly climbing his length. He couldn’t blame himself too, his lust and libido must have probably bled into Jaime’s body.

“Mm, yeah…” Jake moans, picking up his pace as his toes started to curl. He grips the pillow hard with his other hand as his back starts to rise and arch. Sure, he had fun doing this in his own body, as well as when he did it whilst pretending to be Jaime, but the feeling he had at every stroke seemed to amplify the pleasure even more—this was way better than before, he told himself.

“Shit, I’m close!” He moans through the haze, gripping his pillow even tighter as his breaths become increasingly labored. He could feel it slowly rising inside his shaft, filling him almost impossibly to the brim as he tried to bite his lip. Even the sound of him stifling his moans was nearly enough to send him over to release.

“Fuck—” Jake blurts out, feeling the essence rushing up as he clenched his eyes tight. He squeezed harder on his member, and stroked even fiercer as his voice grew louder. “I’m cu—” he says, though it was cut off by the spurting that erupted from the tip of his rod, causing him to almost yell out moaning as shots reached up to his hairy chest, one shot even landing square inside his mouth. He releases his tool as he lets the white ropes keep shooting, until there was a significant puddle on his chest.

Jake basked in the afterglow for a moment, relishing the great feeling that came over him, until his time was up in Jaime’s body. As is natural, the strings disconnected themselves from the wrong souls and reattached into their respective ones, pulling Jake back towards his old body and Jaime in his own.

Once Jake was back in his, he only sighs in contentment. Even his own tool in his real body was dripping when he was in, and he decided to just sleep on it. He laughed to himself, thinking of the state that he left Jaime’s body in that the man would wake up soon with a stickiness all over his chest.

This wouldn’t be the last time for Jake to take Jaime’s body though, and even as he started to fall into the lull of sleep, he promised himself he’d do it again soon—until Jaime’s body recognized him as its owner.

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Bodyswap: The Art of the Trade

A Case of SCP-1879: The Indoor Salesman

(Part 1)

“So, will you take it?”

“How the fuck did you get into my house?” Nick stumbles, and then trips over the couch as he desperately scrambled away from the weird man that stood over him in a well-pressed suit and a huge attaché case on his left hand. He had spent the last two minutes or so explaining some sort of product Nick couldn’t comprehend—both because the ‘salesman’ spoke way too fast, and because Nick’s scream was louder.

“Now come on Nick, I don’t have time for this. Just—” The man waves off, striding towards him with long legs. Nick crawled to the base of his stairs, trying to get away in panic. “—say yes, take it. I need to meet a quota by tomorrow, man.”

Nick had just been watching the news a while ago, chilling after he got home from work, when he heard knocking from the door under his stairs. He thought it was a raccoon that somehow slipped inside his house, but to his horror, it was a man that had the widest grin on his face.

“What do you want from me?” He repeated, grabbing at his slipper then brandishing it in front of him. Nick had seen weird things at work—his students mostly, and he’s very exhausted, yet this thing in front of him was way weirder and didn’t seem to be a hallucination of any sort.

“Where were you for the last three minutes?!” The man snapped at him, throwing his hands up before grumbling about something. “Look, I’m offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I need you to just say yes.”

Nick’s eyebrows furrowed, and tried to recall what he picked up from the weird salesman. He could remember something about the life of his dreams, something about getting what he’s tried to work for in his ‘entire existence’. “Are you trying to sell me insurance?” was the first thing he blurts out.

“Insurance?” The salesman asked, credulous, before slapping his forehead. “No! I’m literally selling you a new life! How was that hard to understand?”

This confused Nick further, though he had already caught himself as he slowly rose to a seated position on the first step. He looked at the salesman, who was grumbling under his breath again, before turning back to him. “...what scam is this?”

“It’s not!” The salesman snapped again, stomping his foot on the hardwood floor in annoyance. Nick almost cracked a small laugh at the red-faced man in front of him, slowly inching his way back to the couch. “Look—just help a poor man out, and say yes? No harm in trying.”

“I don’t have any money.” Nick replied, stifling another laughter as the salesman rolled his eyes. It was the truth though—he had been working his ass off to earn more than enough for rent and basic expenses, saving a buck or two here and there once every few pay checks. “I’m serious, I can’t pay for the perfect life or whatever.”

At this, the salesman’s lips curled into a smile. “I’m not asking for money, I just need your ‘yes’ and we’re done.” He crosses his arms as he says so, tapping on foot on the floor in anticipation as Nick ponders on an answer.

He was still a little confused about everything, from this weird man to his offer, he even considered calling the police but his phone was nowhere in sight. Thinking he had nothing better to do to make the man go away, and still thinking it was a scam of some sort, Nick only sighs and shrugs as he rises to his feet.

“Sure, whatever.” He tells the salesman, who raises an eyebrow at him. “What, do I have to say yes?”

The salesman nods, before stretching a hand out. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Nick reaches out to meet the outstretched hand, and once he makes contact, the salesman wraps his hand around his before grasping it tight. He grins at Nick, nodding at him in approval, before squeezing his hand. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

The moment the last syllable left the salesman’s mouth, Nick felt a tug deep inside him as his vision whited out for a moment. It was quiet, he felt the air moving around him though all he saw was bright light drowning out the features of his environment, blurring and morphing together until it all went black for a second.

There was a snap, and the air felt heavy and humid as he felt as if he was dropped off a couple of feet off the ground. He stumbles a little backwards, maneuvering his feet to regain his balance as he felt impossibly heavy…and broad. When he opened his eyes, the change of perspective disoriented him, and he had to blink a few times until it left him.

Nick lets out a huff of breath, spreading his arms to stop himself from falling backwards—both of them likewise felt heavier than he remembered, until he managed to root his feet on the carpeted ground. The first thing he saw was the change of environment—what he distinctly remembered was his small living room, instead he found himself in the gym.

He caught his breath, and the other jarring thing was that he felt himself towering over everything, like he was a beast. This prompted him to look down, and he almost jumps back once he sees the tight-fitting black top and sweatpants he wore—which was much different than the hoodie and old t-shirt he wore a moment ago.

Nick gasps and blinks, staring at his arms to see the size difference, until he finds a floor-length mirror before him, to which he stares at himself in both awe and disbelief pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He runs a hand over his chest, tracing his bulging pecs with his palms then giving them a squeeze. Then he places a hand over his abdomen, feeling hard abs underneath the thin clothing. It was true—he had been trying to gain this much, yet he never could because of both laziness and how busy he always was at work. Nick grins at his reflection, this time feeling his face—he seemed to have gotten a little younger than he was supposed to. Still, the thrill from everything didn’t leave him as he flexed his new arms in front of the mirror.

“Fuck,” Nick mutters to himself, smirking at the low sound of his voice. “I’m huge!” He grins fully at himself, flexing his arms even tighter in different poses. He didn’t know what was happening, or what just happened, but all he certainly knew was that whatever the salesman promised—he delivered. He could even feel himself starting to harden, full-mast.

He looks around the empty gym, as an idea crosses his head. He grips the outline of his new throbbing member through his pants, biting his lip to suppress a moan, as he starts to massage it whilst staring at his new reflection.

“I’m gonna have to break you in.” He whispers to his reflection, before plunging one hand inside his sweatpants with a grin.

—

At around the same time…

—

Kevin sighed, sitting on the floor as he stared at his palms, contemplating the offer. He knew this man—in fact, it was through his schemes from years ago that Kevin even made it where he was today. Now, that same grin and well-pressed suit haunted him, offering yet again a way to change his life. It would’ve been easy to say no, the same way when this salesman would turn up at his home selling him random items for bizarre prices like: a bit of your attention! or your vision, and Kevin was quick enough to say no—at least to most of them.

This time though, he was really considering it again.

“Come on Kev,” The salesman told him, tapping his foot on the carpeted gym floor. “I know you want it, I’m sure the guy I’m offering you would take the deal too.” He added, almost as-a-matter-of-factly.

The salesman came at the right moment—Kevin had been relishing this life for so long; gaining and bulking everyday, even scoring himself a great career as a fitness coach and then modeling here and there. Yet, after all these years, everything seemed to become lackluster by the day.

He wanted something new—something different like a new challenge to face.

“Look, I can even give you incentives.” The salesman tries again, muttering something under his breath that was barely audible to Kevin, though he did hear something about fortune.

“Okay.” Kevin says after a moment, breaking the salesman’s ranting as he raises an eyebrow at him. He grins at Kevin, muttering excitedly as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “At least let me keep the memories of the body I’ll end up in this time.”

He nods at Kevin who rose to his feet, staring at his hulking reflection for what would be the last time. “Sure sure, you know the procedures..” The salesman waves him off, recalling the time he was put in this stud’s body without an idea who he was.

“Deal.” Kevin says, nodding as he held his hand out for the man to shake. The salesman winks at him, before wrapping his other hand over Kevin’s huge palms, and then shakes it to seal the deal.

“Sold.”

He didn’t even see the salesman grinning at him, instead, his vision going white like it did nearly a decade ago. Kevin knew this feeling all too well, including the tugging sensation inside of him as his soul was pulled out and then pushed into a different body—it was weirdly euphoric, and he remembered how he jizzed himself the first time.

It didn’t last very long, as he felt the soles of his feet plant themselves into the ground. He immediately felt the change in stature and size—he was way smaller and slimmer than he used to be, which was jarring, but he felt lighter even as he moved his arms around.

Kevin felt the carpeted hardwood floor beneath him, and only then did he notice he was in this person’s living room. He wore only a hoodie and a thin boxer (where he could already feel a wet spot forming), and one of his feet had a fluffy slipper on while the other was bare.

Consulting his memory, he discovered this body’s name was Nick Collins—he was now a high school teacher, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and chuckle when he rifles through his memories; and though most looked bleak, he had a slight idea how to switch it up.

Before anything else, he runs through the house in search of a mirror, to fully see what he has to work on. Kevin relished the light feeling after being heavily muscular for the past years, and though he’d been used to cardio and marathons, this felt weirdly different and unique. He smiles to himself, and finds a full mirror in one of the hallways.

“Hmm,” Kevin hums to himself, examining his face in the mirror and running a hand on his chin. He looked about a year or two older in this body, though he did look decent and good enough. “Yeah, I can work with this.” He adds with a grin and an approving nod at his reflection. He rummages through his new memories again, until he gets distracted by a warmth emanating from below, rubbing against his pants.

Kevin sighs, laughing to himself as he brings his eyes down. It didn’t seem as huge as his old one, yet it felt just as hot and perhaps the girth was the same once he let his hands graze the tip. Instantly, he felt a jolt of pleasure course through him—the boxers were thin, and he wasn’t wearing anything else underneath it.

He rolls his eyes, as a mischievous smirk breaks out of the corner of his mouth.

“Well, this is one way to settle in.” Kevin whispers to himself, not holding back from moaning as soon as he lets the beast out of his pants. It was even more impressive than he expected, and he felt a little drool escape his lips. He just shrugs, and tells himself. “Fine, time to explore myself first.”

—

Elsewhere, the salesman watched the two men engaging and having fun in their new respective bodies. He couldn’t help but smirk, as he nodded his approval at both of them. “Another great deal.” He told himself, ticking off the names of both Nick and Kevin off his list—though he still had a few names that he had to visit sooner or later to sell them the same thing, since it seems to be the easiest to peddle these days.

He switches his screen off at the same time as both Kevin and Nick had their sweet release, spreading their new essence all over their new forms. The salesman was all too familiar with these, in fact he even recorded them to sell, but that wasn’t the point now—he had to go meet his other customers.

The salesman grasps the golden knob of his office door, cracking his neck and then taking a deep breath, just as he twists it open and steps through it to find his next client.

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Merge: Quick Bulk Up

(Non-SCP Short)

Like what you see? I bet you do, but don’t worry, even I can’t stop staring at myself ever since this whole thing happened last night. And not just that—I can’t keep my new meaty hands off myself, every touch sends a spark throughout this body, heck, it’s even taking most of my willpower to stop myself from rubbing one out again! But I gotta keep it in for now, don’t want to disappoint Nate’s hookups today with an empty shot.

See, this isn’t even my own body—or at least, it wasn’t mine until last night. This was Nate, a fellow gym-goer, one of the biggest guys that frequented this place. Certainly an eye-catcher, and I even heard from people that he has a huge following online. So it wasn’t surprising that he was probably one of the snobbiest guys in the place.

We really hadn’t interacted much, only twice; once when he asked me to pass him a dumbbell, the second one though wasn’t the most pleasant. I’ve only been here a couple of months, still struggling but gradually gaining—though I was nowhere near Nate or any of the other guys here, I was still a beginner who was trying to lose some fat.

I happened to chance upon Nate alone in the locker room last week, and he was flexing, taking selfies of himself in the mirror when I walked in. I wasn’t too self-conscious about my image, so I changed to my gym clothes on one of the benches there, before shoving my bag into one of the lockers. As I changed shirts though, I could hear snickering near me, and when I turned around, it was Nate trying to stifle a laugh while he stared at me. His eyebrows were raised, arms-crossed whilst looking at me in disbelief, before shaking his head. “Hopeless,” he muttered.

I’ve never felt more embarrassed in my life, and mad. It was at that time that I resolved I would get even bigger than he is—in probably the most unconventional way possible.

You see, had Nate been a little less rude, I wouldn’t be trying out something I’ve tried hard to suppress all these years—this weird ability that had been passed down to me from my father. I didn’t like it before, I watched how it drove my father nuts, but the urge to take everything Nate had for myself has overridden my fears.

My father had the ability to separate his soul from himself and possess people and own their bodies, meanwhile I got a somewhat better variant of his power—I could merge myself with another person, incorporating my mass into them and then my consciousness, before taking over. I had only done it once with my father, but I ended up reversing it when he tried to take over.

And that’s exactly what I did to Nate last night.

It was probably mostly luck; Nate came to the gym late at night just a couple of hours before closing so there were only a handful of people left. As usual, I caught him taking pre-workout selfies in the locker room again, though he didn’t see me at all. He had just stripped his shirt off, to change into a tanktop when I managed to shove him to the ground.

To properly merge with the person, I needed them conscious—so I couldn’t knock him out, though I had to be quick. I wasn’t the biggest, but I had the element of surprise in me. He was a little disoriented, and I took the chance to strip his bottoms off quickly. I was already naked, and I needed him to be as well in order to merge.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I heard him say, already trying to push himself off the floor. Of course, I didn’t let him. As quickly as I could, I shoved one of my legs into one of his meaty thighs. As soon as it slipped in, he gasps, before groaning in what I could assume was pleasure. I pushed my leg in, his thigh and calves swelling as well as his feet increasing a few inches as I sunk in.

I didn’t want to rush the merge, so I slowed it a little as soon as I could feel the sensation of my new leg. It felt amazing, and I couldn’t help but push the other one into his free leg. Like the other leg, it started to swell up, leaving only my crotch and upper body unmerged.

“Wha—fu—ahh…” Nate tries, overcome by the new feeling. I bring us upright, my new legs feeling strong and powerful as I did a couple of kicks with it. Meanwhile, Nate was trying to reach for me to push me off.

“I’m not done yet.” I told him as I turned to face us into one of the locker doors. In a different angle, it would look like Nate was leaning over and bending down in front of me, like I was fucking him. I could almost laugh at the irony, as I started to spread his cheeks with my throbbing member rubbing against it.

Nate notices this, though before he could yell at me, I plunged my rod in. He dissolves into a moaning mess as I thrusted in. I wasn’t screwing him, at least not exactly, but I could momentarily feel the tightness of his hole before feeling my tool and my back slowly sliding in.

“Fuck…” we both say in unison, as my new member started to push forward and get longer, and thicker. Even the balls that hung beneath started to swell, all the same with our ass becoming one. Even our spinal cords were nearly merged now.

Seemingly from instinct, Nate grabs our combined length. We both moan at the same time, feeling the pleasure two-folds than it used to feel. I wanted to save the shot for myself though, so without thinking, I pushed both my arms into his back. Nate’s hand releases as his back arched to pull me in, eliciting a gasp from both of us.

The feeling was beyond pleasurable, even better than when I merged with my dad, as Nate’s huge back warmly accepted my torse. His guns, with mine under them, slowly started to pump. An outline of my hand pushes down to his as if I was wearing a glove, followed by a squelching and rubbery sound as my mass was incorporated into him.

At this point, only my head was left out, and Nate was reduced to a moaning mess as I ran my hand over my new body. I grinned once I saw our form in the mirror. My head stuck out from behind, and even Nate was impressed with our body once I started flexing it.

“Time to finish this.” I whisper to his ear. Nate’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth formed an ‘O’ in protest as I pushed my face on the back of his head. Our memories intertwined at that moment, his instantly getting integrated into mine as I slowly took over.

One good thing about my merging, is that despite my mass and everything getting incorporated, it never happens for the face—meaning that I retained all of Nate’s facial features, with mine dissolving underneath instead of merging with his.

Once I opened my eyes, I grinned at myself. I stood right in front of the mirror, in all my nude glory, slick and shiny with sweat like I ran a marathon. My new member was even longer, and thicker in this angle, I could even estimate that it’s about twelve or so inches.

Of course, since I was alone in there, I couldn’t resist but pound on it. It was the single most amazing feeling ever, even hotter than with my father, especially with these huge hands. I looked like a Greek god pleasuring himself in while I stared and grinned at my reflection—and needless to say, I didn’t even last that long, the pleasure was too much, and I shot about two guys’ worth of cum at the mirror, essentially forming a rather sizable puddle of essence right at our feet and all over the mirror.

I grinned and moaned loud in satisfaction, and even ran a hand over my sensitive head before releasing more ropes of white onto the floor and the back of my hands. I brought it up and sniffed it, before licking it clean off my fingers. It tasted even better than I expected.

And that’s what led to here today—from being the new guy, I had successfully taken Nate’s place, quite literally. Since I have his memories intact, it wasn’t that hard to pass off as him, though it was a little harder to keep up with people staring at me who was even bigger than they remembered yesterday. I just smirk at them, and wink, before getting on with my workout.

I’ve also broken up with Nate’s girlfriend—since I’m him now, I don’t think I could deal with girls, especially if I’m after something else. Nate was straight, I wasn’t, and I think I need to fill up some twinks with this rod later after my workout. It just feels like it’s the right thing to do.

“Take that, Nate.” I whisper to myself, mocking the remnants of Nate’s consciousness inside my head as I feel him slowly vanish while I assume full control.

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Possession: 3 Things Dr. Bright is NOT Allowed to Do

A Case of SCP-963: Immortality / Dr. Jack Bright

Based on Things Dr. Bright Is Not Allowed To Do At The Foundation (287)

No. 9. SCP-963 is not to be used for recreational or procreational purposes.

Incident Report 963 - BRIGHT - 009

Date: [REDACTED]

Description: Dr. Jack Bright was caught using SCP-963 and have transferred his consciousness into MTF-Lambda-2 Operatives; Agent Chris Kennedy, Agent Leon Muller, and Agent Jake Redfield, pictured below, in order to engage in certain sexual recreational activity with himself in three separate vessels.

(From left to right: Jake Redfield, Leon Muller, Chris Kennedy, all controlled by Dr. Bright}

Dr. Jack Bright’s account:

While I do hate the fact that this medallion keeps my consciousness, and renders me immortal; I suppose there’s a perk with it letting me be able to transfer my consciousness into other bodies, and even in multiple hosts at once, provided that I’ve let it have contact with a host for the required amount of days—and that is, I could just get anyone to have ‘fun’ with me whenever I wanted to! I mean, I’m not really picky, but something about the Lambda trio’s (Kennedy, Muller, and Redfield) dynamic gave me the idea that “Hey! They’re all equally hot, what if I had a couple nights of fun in their bodies?”

And so there I was, plotting, it took very long though. First thing I did was create a non-anomalous replica of 963 of course, and it worked! I had the fake thing with me the entire time, meanwhile I slipped the real one in Chris’ pocket. As soon as he touched it, I felt myself in control of his body (whilst still in control of my ‘current’ body). I admit it was still a little jarring controlling multiple bodies at once, I couldn’t help but savor every moment of it—especially since Chris was my favorite among them. It took so long to embed my soul permanently inside him though, but I guess it was still fun using his huge body to screw other men in his team, there’s really so much of a difference doing anal with military men, don’t you think? Especially since Chris was hung too and I had full control of that tool.

Leon was next, he’s a little less bulkier than Chris and the change was a little disorienting at first. But I guess it was pretty hot getting the others ram my tight [EXPLETIVE]. Especially when I was piloting both Chris and Leon’s body? It was heaven feeling my own massive [EXPLETIVE] drilled inside my [EXPLETIVE]. That was really fun, to be honest. And hot. I think I railed myself almost every night using both of their bodies.

Last one was Jake, he’s a cross between the two of them—which was perfect, he complements Chris and Leon, and it was the perfect threesome. If using just Chris and Leon was heaven, this was something higher. My only question was, was I really having sex with the three of them, or was it technically masturbation? Anyway, I wouldn’t know, they found me out just after a week of having control of the three of them. It’s all Clef’s fault.

No. 124 Dr. Bright is not allowed to tell future hosts that "You are about to become very Bright".

And he can't tell anyone that "Possession is nine-tenths of the law"

Formal Complaint on 963 - BRIGHT No. 124 - 1

Date: [REDACTED]

Description: Numerous D - Classes and Junior Researcher Dr. Winters✝ filed a complaint of ‘creepy’ and ‘sinister’ behavior of Dr. Jack Bright casually walking around Site-17 designating them as future hosts, punctuating it by telling them “You are about to become very Bright” which have reportedly caused discomfort on the receiving end. Dr. Bright was also seen deliberately causing fatal ‘accidents’ on himself in order to switch hosts at an alarming rate ‘for fun’. Two incidents were recorded and filed with this complaint, concerning the late D-0804 ‘Karl’ and late Dr. Nathan Winters.

Dr. Jack Bright’s account on D-0804 Incident:

(Dr. Bright before workout using D-0804’s body)

What? Am I not allowed to change hosts whenever I encounter breaches? Come on people, The least you could let me do is to let me pick my next body! Let me customize! Karl just happened to be the next most suitable vessel, and he’s a hunk too, and I want his body. What joke? Oh, am I not allowed to make puns now? I literally just told him that because it was funny, he was going to become ‘Bright’ once I owned his skin. Where’s your humor?

Anyway, yeah okay I did purposefully let 173 snap my neck so I could expedite the process of me getting into this gorgeous gorgeous piece of meat. I want to be a head-turner in the site, you know? And the best course for that was to get this body. I might say too, I’ve definitely spent quite ‘some’ time exploring it. I think I shot more than a month’s worth of [EXPLETIVE] the first time I [EXPLETIVE] off in that body. Before I was reprimanded of course. At least let me have my fun!

Dr. Jack Bright’s account of the Winters Incident:

(Dr. Bright inside the body of Dr. Winters✝)

Killjoys. I was just having fun!—again, where’s the humor? First, I’m banned calling my future vessels as Bright, now I can’t make some law joke? Plus, wouldn’t it be great to transfer me, in all my glory and smarts, inside the body of Nathan? I mean, he’s just a junior researcher—I want at least a young body like his. He’s not doing well either, he sucks at this job, of course I could make him better. I mean, my brain and expertise in his body? Just perfect. Actually, you can’t stop me now that I’m inside him.

He’s just wasting so much potential in this vessel, I mean, I know how to use it much better than him too. If Karl’s body was an eye-catcher, this one is too—even better because they won’t look at me like some rugged man, and I’ve already scored some guys using Nathan’s body, you see, and I’m actually heading off there now, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to end this report. I’m getting laid later too so…yeah.

No. 285 Dr. Bright is not allowed to transfer his consciousness into a YouTuber in order to make serious videos about himself or his family.

Incident Report 963 - BRIGHT - 285

Date: [REDACTED]

Description: Classified as a containment breach; Dr. Jack Bright sent the SCP-963 medallion with his consciousness to YouTuber ‘Andrew Neighbors’, due to unclear reasons; possibly as a form of a sick ‘joke’ or by Dr. Alto Clef’s taunting. Main purpose remain unknown (though he claims the reason was, he wanted to test out the YouTuber’s body), not divulged by Dr. Bright, but joked about using the influencer’s YouTube to talk about SCPs and his ‘special’ family. However, Dr. Bright did not push through, and the amulet was retrieved once a copy of his consciousness had been embedded into Andrew so as to not arouse suspicions if he were left to become an empty husk.

Dr. Jack Bright’s account:

(Dr. Bright utilizing Andrew Neighbors’ body in the gym, mocking text to Dr. Alto Clef)

What? Andrew’s hot, I watch his videos all the time—so I wanted to have a taste of his life and that body of course. Yes, I know it’s a security breach, but there was no way anyone would find out…unless of course, while inside his body, I post something about the foundation, hmm? How about my family history? That would be quite a tale! Okay, just kidding. Come on, I’ve been cooped up in this facility for a long while, and the bodies you’ve been giving me are…declining in quality. Come on! I haven’t been in any good body since I died wearing Nathan’s nearly two years ago!

Anyway, want to know how much fun it was to be Andrew? Well of course since he’s a doctor too, and has a good following on social media, it was easy to get anyone, you know? So that one night, I was able to gather about less than ten of us. I figured a threesome wasn’t going to cut it, so I thought, why not have more? I could last more than four rounds in Andrew’s body anyway, so that night we had an [EXPLETIVE] [DATA EXPUNGED, SENSITIVE].

So yeah, that was the best night I’ve had in a long time. And yeah, I know there are repercussions for what I did, but whatever. I had fun in that body anyway—actually no, you can’t terminate him, that would catch attention. So I suggest let’s just let that copy of my consciousness stay there and act like him. That way we won’t have a problem, and I’ll still have my fun, so I wouldn’t need to breach again. Alright? Capisce? Capisce.

(Dr. Bright / Andrew Neighbors at [REDACTED] Park, having fully adjusted)

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Bodyswap: Edit Contact

A Case of SCP-2982: Televon Telefex Secrecy-8

[SAVE CONTACT CHANGES?]

The alert on my phone shows, quickly followed by a chime. They’d been so close to getting me this time, again—too bad I didn’t feel like waiting for them any longer now that I’ve found a suitable body. I smirked at my phone, before pressing the ‘okay’ button and then closed my eyes as I braced for the quick rushing sensation that filled every cell of my body.

There was a split-second of darkness, of feeling untethered from everything—unable to hear, see, smell, like I was merely floating into the void. It was always part of the process, it wasn’t necessarily pleasant, but I’ve grown accustomed to it over the years that I have possessed this device. It was a feeling of peace , though, if only for a brief moment, until I feel my feet plant themselves into the ground again.

I felt my lips creeping up into a smirk, feeling warm sticky air brush along my bare skin. I let my eyes stay closed for a while, hearing the sound of grunting and metal clanking somewhere in the background as I tried to guess where I was. It was a no-brainer, it was obviously the gym—and the musk that filled the air turned me on instantly. I opened my eyes, and found myself standing in front of the mirror with my phone out. Seems like I got this one at the right moment.

[CONTACT UPDATE SUCCESSFUL]

“Damn.” I say under my breath, running a hand over my bare chest, and then brushing my fingers on the tip of the tent forming against the tight shorts I was now wearing. I grinned, and then cracked my next as I let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction.

I knew where I was, this was the locker room in the gym both I and Nico frequented—Nico, meaning the guy whose body I was inhabiting right now. I winked at my reflection, before checking back on the phone in my hand. It’s the same one I’ve used about a few seconds ago, and the one I’ve been using for years; it’s the root of everything, and ever since I’ve had this device, I felt like I was a god.

It was discovered by accident, some people from the task forces retrieved an alleged anomalous smartphone from some rich man’s mansion. Anomalies such as these don’t usually catch my eye—it wasn’t something I thought I could use for my advantage…that was until I saw it in action the first time. I smirked at my reflection as I recalled, gingerly placing the phone on one of the benches as the beast beneath begged for release.

The locker room was deserted. I was sure no one would barge in on me here, so I let one hand dip inside my shorts, exploring what Nico had been hiding underneath there. Even the slightest touch elicited a surge of shock from me and a moan, sending chills down my spine as I found myself leaning my back against one of the walls as I started to work on the length—much longer than any of the bodies I inhabited in the past.

See, the smartphone was mundane enough when first examined. The only difference was that it’s from an unknown brand, and the service provider itself was non-existent as well. But it didn’t just end there, no, I wouldn’t have stolen it now if it was just that. The power was within my contact lists.

My back arches as I felt pre ooze out of my length, catching glimpses of my reflection with my new face twisted in pleasure and my new voice moaning, echoing in the otherwise empty place. God, I’ve wondered for so long how it would feel to become Nico, and now that I’m here, it was way better than I expected, and I did not regret acting like his friend at all.

The anomalous and autonomous ability to import into itself contact information about people I know and even beyond that, since it includes all the information I could possibly need from someone other than their names and contact numbers—eye colour, weight, sexual orientation, religious belief, mental wellbeing, quality/length of life, you name it. Even their deepest secrets, though that wasn’t the end of it.

It’s editable, and that is when the true potential of this device is shown.

“Fuck, I’m close…” I hear myself say with Nico’s rich baritone voice, the sound itself was almost enough to push me off the edge and pick up the pace of my stroking. I could feel it building up at the base of my length, climbing up to the shaft to burst. I closed my eyes, chuckling amidst my moans.

If any of the contact information contained in my phone is edited, it manifests itself almost instantly into real life. It basically made me a god, with everyone I know running around thinking they had control over their lives, only to end up dancing on my palm the way I wanted them to. So it wasn’t too hard to get close to as much people as possible to expand my contacts, it’s been how I managed to keep evading the Foundation pursuing me for stealing this time. Though it took a little bit of time before I realized it had this capability.

It was during the time I was trying to explore what else the phone could do, when I was able to subdue and take with me two operatives pursuing me. Once I had their contacts pop up on my phone, I did something I haven’t tried before: switch all their personal information, including the images on their profile.

It was probably one of my best discoveries, which led me to try it on myself the next chance I had. And it did work, whenever I switched identities with someone, the phone somehow still ended up in my hand whichever body I was. And the person who ended up in my old body? Well, let’s just say they’re the ones cleaning up all the mess I leave them. Chances are, the foundation had already terminated them, thinking it was me, until they realized I wouldn’t make such a slip up.

That’s exactly what I did to Nico and myself just now—I had eyes and ears on the Foundation via the phone, and every time one of them plans it, it appears on their contact information. They have flagged my previous home, and it would only be a matter of time until they found the last body I utilized, which was Alex’s.

Alex had a great body, probably one of the best I’ve had too, and I met Nico through him. I did enjoy the heck out of it, which was the reason I held onto his body for nearly half a year despite the continuous urge and temptation to just switch with Nico instead. And I had fun, I could get just about anyone I wanted when I had Alex’s body for myself. It was a little ironic too, since he was my namesake.

Well Nico should be glad I gave him Alex’s body when I switched with him; if I were cruel then I would’ve put him in some old geezer’s body while I relished control of his true body, all to myself. I forgot what had happened to the real Alex, probably wasting away or terminated in the body I left him in. As for the real Nico, well, I knew he had feelings for Alex, the real one, before I stole that body, so perhaps this entire circumstance could serve as a gift for him.

See, I left Alex’s body in a prone position in his bead, naked and sweaty whilst in the middle of pleasuring myself, near the point of climax. With my phone in hand, once I felt the pressure building up in the base, I quickly opened my phone and switched our contacts the best I could, including the profile pictures in each. I remember grinning once I did so, putting this image of Nico on my contact information and knowing it was only a matter of time until I would see the same face in the mirror.

Nico is a nice guy—and he led an interesting life, and I was curious enough to want it. Along with his great body, he earned huge, boys and girls wanted him, he was friends with everyone, and yet he wasn’t one to flaunt it all. Sure, he was proud of his gains, but someone like him ought to have...More. He had everything going on for him, yet he wasn't using all of it right.

All this potential he has is wasted on him, although now that I’ve taken over, I could steer his life towards the path I want…at least until the next switch. It could be weeks, or even months, but I don’t care.

“Oh fuck, I’m—!” I almost screamed, biting my lower lip as my entire body shook and my back arched further, feeling the sweet release wash over me ecstasy and euphoria just at the thought of using Nico’s body, coupled with my last fierce stroke. I was nearly blinded by white as I felt myself sink down onto the ground, still pumping the last few drops of my new essence that pooled on the floor in front of me.

I just sat there as the afterglow kicked in, hand still gripping my softening member. Someone could walk in on me soon, but it felt good just sitting here, basking in the feeling of finally being able to do it in the body I desire. I sighed, letting the warmth flow through me and grinning to myself. After a short moment, I mustered enough strength to pull myself up.

I stood in front of the mirror, my tool still dripping, as I swiped the phone up from the bench. I snapped one more image of my reflection, before pulling my pants up and checking in on Nico’s updated contact info. Apparently, he had just finished doing the same thing I just did, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself—at least we both had fun.

By now, I was sure the still dripping tip had created a wet spot on the front of my shorts, and I initially felt a little conscious about it until one particularly younger hunk walked in. He stops short once he sees me, the still visible bulge on my pants and then the wet crotch area. His eyes landed on the white puddle by my feet, to which his eyes grew wide at as blood rushed to his face.

“Like what you see?” I teased, prompting him to open his mouth in order to get a response out. He fails to do so, but I could see some life stirring down his thin jersey shorts. I raised an eyebrow at him and grinned, watching him stutter and then walk past me towards the showers. He was awkwardly hiding his boner with his hands, and I could almost chuckle at the gesture.

Well, that settled it.

Perhaps this would be the start of remaking Nico’s image and using his wasted potential—my start. I shrugged, and grinned to myself as I followed the hunk towards the showers, hoping to make him my first step. To hell with running, I think I have more time in my hands now to have fun. I shoved the thought of the Foundation towards the back of my mind, for now, and told myself to just enjoy the moment.

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Bodyswap: “Seth In Stone”

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part Two of Kinda Victor-ious)

“That was intense…” Jude rolled over to his back beside me, panting as his chest heaved up and down and a smile plastered over his face. “Remind me again why we never had sex before?.” he adds, laughing to himself then brings one hand up to trace the puddle of essence on his chest.

I laughed along with him as I tried to catch my breath in the afterglow, smirking wide as I felt myself soften. It had been a good couple of hours now, yet I was still in Victor’s body; and I owned it like it was mine. I haven’t had this much fun for a while, didn’t think I’d ever get to act on my urge to screw someone, yet I’ve been presented with the chance to do just that—but only in the body of another person.

I’m not complaining though, why would I when the universe basically turned me into the man I admired and envied for a long time, and then let me shag his stud of a boyfriend? This is more than a dream-come-true to me.

“Guess I was just nervous.” I lied, shrugging. I didn’t know what the deal between Victor and Jude was, but it turned out the latter had been trying to convince Victor to lay with him after spending eight months as boyfriends. From what I can tell, they quarreled because the real Victor kept refusing—but since he wasn’t here now, I gladly accepted Jude’s offer.

“Why would you be?” Jude laughs, turning to his side to face me before raising an eyebrow. Before I could even respond, he pulls me in, then locks our lips together. It was hot, way hotter than when I kissed a girl in junior year. Jude’s musk also enveloped me, strong and manly, intoxicating, as I gave in to it, fully melting under his touch.

Once we parted, I couldn’t help but feel my face heat up, a smirk rising up from the corner of my mouth the same with Jude. We just stare at each other for a while, unspeaking, until Jude breaks the silence.

“I think we should go out to celebrate.” He tells me, winking as he pulls himself up. “I gotta wash all this off too, next time I’m the one topping.” he adds, gesturing to his chest and his behind. I just laugh it off, nodding as he tosses a towel to me before showering.

I sighed contently, sprawling on the bed for a while before getting to my feet. The sun had finally broken through the gray skies from earlier, shining bright outside as blue filled the sky, signaling a warmer day ahead.

Everything was going great, I briefly wiped the remaining globs dripping down from my member, before putting my pants back on. I really can’t risk looking out the balcony with my new junk hanging around. I did refrain from putting my shirt back on yet, though. I laughed at the idea, before heading over to the balcony to look outside.

The snow was already thawing out and the streets cleared, yet I could still feel the cold breeze in my skin. Even the railings were cold, but I wanted to take my time to show this body off to people passing around below. The building was at the west edge of the campus, and beneath me was the street. I could already see eyes drifting up to stare at me, a couple people even whispering among themselves, and I couldn’t help but grin.

It was only when I looked down to see an all-too-familiar figure stepping out of a bus across the street that it dropped. I knew that blonde hair like the back of my hand, that face and stature, that I’ve always seen. I felt myself freeze, especially as I saw him shove his hands into his pockets, glancing up my way before grinning. He winks, then disappears into the walking crowd.

I gripped the cold railing tight as my knuckles went white, speechless.

Of course I knew him all too well—I saw that same face in the mirror everyday. That was me, or at least my old self. And whoever that person was, he was freely walking around in my body.

–

I woke up with a start when I felt myself fall out of the bed—couch?

It was too dark to see from the slivers of light entering through the cracks of the window curtains from the streetlight outside and the beginning of a sunrise. Despite that, I knew something was immediately wrong—I was in the living room and not in my bed.

In my hand was Richard’s toy, Sarah, and I already had an inkling of what happened. I pulled myself to my feet, feeling a little less lithe and a few inches shorter. The light switch was just a few steps ahead, and bright light filled the room as soon as I flipped it.

I looked down, and instead of my pajamas, I was wearing jeans. Instead of my old high school shirt, I was wearing a hoodie instead. I stared at my hands, touched my face, and ran a hand through my hair. I didn’t even need to check myself in the mirror to know I’ve somehow ended up in Seth’s body.

I quietly tip-toed up the stairs, and up to my room. It was unlocked, and when I peered through the door I could see myself snoring peacefully under the sheets. Which led to just one conclusion—I somehow swapped bodies with Seth.

I brought Sarah, the plush tiger, up to my face and examined it in the dim light. I sighed, then grinned. It still worked. I used to own this as a child, before passing it on to Richard when he was four.

I never told anyone how it worked, but Seth must have somehow accidentally wished for something before sleeping—and last I saw him was a few hours ago dozing off on the couch. This toy seemingly grants a subpar version of a wish done right before sleeping with it. I’d know, of course, because it’s what I used to get most of the things I had.

The catch though, that it granted a mediocre version of a wish. Looking at me and Seth now, me in his body, and I’m guessing him in mine, he might have wished for something else but ended up getting this.

I wanted to freak out, instead, all I felt within me was excitement—the type when you’re trying out a new ride at an amusement park. Seth had been a good family friend, he’d come over to sit my younger brother because my mother had long since distrusted me after coming out. He’s frequently around, (I’d be stupid to not notice how much he looks at me) and he’s grown up into a fine man. Last I remember, he was playing for the soccer team, and I’ve had these images of him from months ago because…of reasons.

He worked himself out too, like I did, though I have never felt any sort of attraction towards him besides the obvious and common awe when looking at a stud like him—besides right now. I felt the toned muscles under the hoodie, and grinned to myself as I stuffed Sarah into its pocket before rushing towards the bathroom.

I know the capabilities of Sarah, wishes like this don't follow the 24-hour rule, and the only likely way to reverse it is to wish back. A plan brewed in my head just as soon as I entered the room. Seth was nineteen, just two years younger than I am, and was graduating senior year this summer. If this wish keeps, that means I could start over college in Seth’s body, and as Seth, far away from Jude.

I needed to get away from here the soonest, before either of them woke up and before mom came home, it would be weird to have all of us here. I pulled the hoodie off, and found I was also wearing a black top underneath. I could see the muscles underneath, and the strong arms, feeling myself immediately getting rock hard.

I tried to shake it off my head, and grabbed my old toothbrush. I had to try to distract myself for a bit, to hold the urge off for a while. Whilst brushing my teeth, a thought occurred to mind. I fished Seth’s—or, my new phone out of my pocket, and snapped a photo in the mirror.

I grinned at the result, but almost frowned and rolled my eyes when I only felt myself getting hotter. The beast under seemed to be trying to break through the cloth, tenting out so much that I couldn’t even think straight and brush properly. I let one palm drift towards the tip, and I immediately gasped then stifled out a moan at the contact.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with.” I mutter to myself, grinning as I spat out into the sink. I pulled my pants off quickly, clenching my jaw to stop myself from moaning loud as soon as it was out. I couldn’t help but grin at the length similar to mine but had more girth.

I dug around the cabinet, remembering the small bottle of lube that I had left here from the last time I sneaked one in. It still stood hidden behind old bottles of shampoo, and I smirked as I pulled it out.

I set out to work with it, and let’s just say the rest was history.

When I set out of the place, the sky had just started to get bright. I brought the toy Sarah with me, and quickly went to Seth’s house to change clothes. I’ve been here a couple of times as well, trick or treating, or whenever Mrs. Burnham would invite us over. The front door was locked, though the backdoor wasn’t so I let myself in. I wasn’t staying for long anyway, at least for the day, I just stopped by to change clothes.

The inside was quiet, and I confirmed that I was alone when I saw a note on the fridge door that said Mrs. Burnham was staying with her sister for today to help her fix her shed. I shrugged, and walked through the expansive residence.

Once I was in Seth’s room, I had to almost physically stop myself from staring at my shirtless self in the mirror, in fear of going for round two. Instead, I busied myself digging through the dresser. I wanted to laugh, Seth’s wardrobe was very similar to mine so it wasn’t too hard to pick.

The cold was a little more bearable today, though I imagine it would be slightly less cold where I’m headed so I opted for something simple and comfortable. I didn’t have much plan for today, only to get rid of something, and maybe roam around town in my new body. I settled for a simple black and white top.

Seth didn’t seem to have a car, which was a little disappointing, but I shrugged it off and instead settled to ride the bus. Though I found myself rubbing it out, again, real quick on the couch before leaving lest I walk around with a raging hard-on for people to see.

The bus ride was a little strange, I hadn’t needed to ride one ever since I got myself a car, so it almost felt foreign to me. If there was one thing I missed in my old body, maybe it was my license and my car keys. I leaned back on the seat, and mindlessly scrolled through my phone.

Still, I felt a little thankful about what happened—other than this body, of course, I had other reasons. One was my estrangement with my mother; she didn’t necessarily hate me, she does tolerate me but with steel-cold civility. I had friends, but sometimes I needed a parental figure to at least be there with me. Maybe Seth’s mom was a little more accepting.

Second, Jude and I had been together for almost a year, and everything between us had just started falling apart in the last couple of weeks. Jude’s always asking me to have sex with him, penetrative, and I wasn’t too comfortable in the idea yet. It was a couple of days ago when I found out he’d been screwing my past teammates, and a couple of my campus friends both men and women that it snapped.

In my mind, I kept picturing her lips on his neck—and I can’t unsee it. I couldn’t even bear to look at him, and now after all this, I was glad that I wouldn’t have to anymore. Whatever’s going to happen, I’ll let Seth handle it himself since he’s the new Victor now.

The bus skids to a halt after a while, my stop, the one right across our window back on campus. I smirked once I stepped off the vehicle and found him lounging out in the balcony, grinning at the people who snuck glances at him. He was shirtless even in this cold, and he enjoyed the attention.

I watched the smile drop from his face once our eyes crossed—now it was my turn to grin at him. The lights were just turning red, as I shoved my hands on my jean pockets, before winking at him. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and I could almost laugh at the very familiar face staring at me. I took this time to disappear into the crowd crossing the street.

Now, it was time for my next move, which was to get rid of Sarah. I didn’t want to destroy it, nor give it back to Richard or keep it anywhere the vicinity of the three of us, so my plan was to leave it in a donation box somewhere since this place had a couple of orphanages that ask for toy donations every now and then; maybe whoever ends up with this could get help from it too.

I didn’t get as many stares as I did when I still had my own body, but I didn’t mind at all—I still got a few anyway, so everytime I passed by a guy eyeing me, I wink at them. A couple of them would turn red, and I could laugh to myself how this body’s boyish looks would score me another boyfriend, someone better than Jude I hope.

I found one donation box after a near twenty-minute walk, it was for some child center downtown, and I didn’t hesitate to drop the toy in. I muttered a quiet sorry to Richard back home, but couldn’t help release a sigh of relief and smirk once I'd left the box.

Now, this should be permanent, set in stone, with no chance of reverting it.

I couldn’t care less if the real Seth would regret his wish some time soon, that would be his fault anyway, meanwhile I was finally free from everything that’s been causing me trouble these days. Of course I’d still come across my old family back home, though they won’t notice I was someone else, then I’d leave the town for college in a couple of months too.

I nodded to myself, smiling softly as I went on ahead. I know it’s a little too early to plan ahead, but there’s nothing that can be done to break out of this anyway. I won’t even need much of Seth’s memories, considering I’m starting over in a few months, somewhere far from here and home.

I shrugged, then found a bus to ride back home, where I can finally take my time in exploring my new self.

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Bodysuit: Skin Maketh Man

A Case of SCP-5091: Sir Skeleton

In New York, you can be a new man—that was what my father told me before departing on the Midnight Train a long time ago. I didn’t understand him at first, didn’t know what a ‘New York’ was, all I knew was my home Nevermeant just outside of Alagadda. But after his disappearance, I’ve heard tall tales of men with skin, flesh, and organs vastly different from us bones. This ‘New York’ had been the subject of my father’s desire, so it wasn’t out of the question that he took the train towards that place.

It had been more than a century ago, but I distinctly remember how my father longed to be a man of flesh—he’d read from the scriptures how we once had bodies of flesh too, before being casted off to Nevermeant with the Sarkics, but there was a way to regain our bodies and that is to wear another being’s. I casted it off as yet another fairytale of the Alagaddians, it seemed bizarre, nonsensical, yet the Sarkics talked of the ‘other world’ like it was paradise.

I didn’t understand it at that time, but after crossing this world, I finally understood my father.

I’ve been here in New York for more than an entire year now, there were no signs of my father, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve learned the art of stealing another person’s skin rather quickly, and every single ‘skinsuit’ I’ve taken has been very accepting. I’ve changed bodies over the course of the year though; whenever I see a flesh I desire, I just wait for the right time to steal it.

This one, for example. We met at a bar downtown, back when I was wearing Thomas. His name is George, and I’ve been wearing him for nearly a month now. His skin has served me well since, not only was he the conventionally attractive male, but he was so far the best among the men I’ve picked.

Here’s the thing with the bodies I’ve used, I only pick the men for three reasons: One, is that despite not having any genitalia in my real form, I have always been referred to as ‘Sir’ like my father. Two, there really is just something that attracts me to human males—their form is enticing both for me to wear and generally enjoy gazing at.

And third, well, there’s something about the appendage they call the ‘penis’, or vulgarly as ‘cock’, that fills me with an inexplicable amount of pleasure that I have never experienced in my nearly one millennia of existence in the Nevermeant. It was a strange feeling—the mere act of pleasuring oneself had never occurred to me until the second human that I wore, Lex.

The first human whose skin I occupied was on impulse. I felt bare as soon as I disembarked from the train and found myself pulling his body away into a skinsuit, leaving him bare bones as I wore his skin. It didn’t even last me a full day when I saw Lex—I remember stripping the skinsuit off myself as fast as I could, before ambushing Lex from behind and knocking him out.

As soon as I did, I had stripped him out of his clothes, and did the same process of pulling his skin, flesh, and organs clean for myself. I remember the excitement I felt as soon as I slipped inside him, and more so once I wore him. That was the first time I had experienced a ‘boner’.

I remember how obscene yet exhilarating it was when I did it out in the open, behind a vehicle parked in an alley. My new appendage was stiff as a rod at that point, and although I couldn’t access the memories of the real owners of the bodies I use, I had the overwhelming urge to grasp it, and stroke it in a manner that was both familiar and at the same time unfamiliar to me. I was rewarded by immense pleasure, once I reached the point of sweet release. At that point, I had decided to only use male bodies.

Back to the present time, George had already served his purpose to me. Some bodies last shorter, a couple have lasted me months, but I felt like it was time to retire this skinsuit and look for a new one that I hope I could use for months. And where else is the best place to look for them, but in the gym?

Over time, I learned how to either fake identities, or try my best to act as if I was the person I was wearing—though the latter takes some time since I need to get to know them well first. The same case was with George, though I feel like trying on a new body and creating a new identity this time.

Visiting the gym was like going to a clothing store, at least for me. There’s so much skin to pick from and wear, and I could already feel life stirring inside my pants yet again at the idea. George frequented this one gym that had just the type of men that I go for, and it was around the most bustling gyms near me too.

As soon as I strode in, I skipped the locker room. I carried nothing but myself in, and went straight to where the men worked out. I was hit by the smell of musk and sweat filling the entire place the instant I stepped in, and I licked my lips hungrily, already eyeing a few men. I went straight towards the end of the room where I had a good vantage point. Once I had settled there, I started warming up and stretching whilst looking around, surveying the room with a sweeping gaze.

To my left, were what seemed like a group of friends about George’s age. I could opt for them too, but I decided I wanted to get someone a little older. As soon as my eyes left them, I spotted someone walking in towards the locker room. It was a huge guy, and a grin crept up my mouth as soon as I saw him enter.

I decided to follow him, weaving past a couple of other gym-goers who had been eyeing me as soon as I walked in. I winked at them and gave them a smirk, before going my way—which was probably the last time I’ll ever get to do so in George’s skin.

The locker room was nearly empty, besides the man unpacking his duffel bag on the bench. He was too busy sorting through his things that he didn’t even notice me slowly making my way towards him.

He was a little taller than me, much bulkier, and actually a little more attractive than George. I could see sweat glistening on his black hair which was damp with sweat and he’d already stripped his shirt off, hand going forward to reach for the dark gray top that laid on the bench. He might have gone on a jog prior on the way here, and he had his airpods on, still unaware of my presence.

I positioned myself quietly behind him as he started to push his head inside his top. I quickly slipped off George’s skin, letting it slump beneath me as I revealed my true form: a walking skeleton.

I reached forward, my bony hands finding their way towards the man’s hair, and the other onto his nape. He gasps once I grabbed his hair, and then yanked it back as I did with the skin on his nape. He was tight, much to my glee, as I slowly yanked skin and flesh off of him. Like I did earlier, his skin and flesh slipped off his bone frame quickly, dropping onto the ground in a pile as I held in my hand a perfect skinsuit that looked like a deflated version of the man while his sweatpants slipped off.

Like a person would with a brand new coat, I immediately stretched the skinsuit’s mouth open enough to accommodate me. It was a little heavy, mostly because of this man’s muscle mass, but I found it a little easy to squeeze in.

Part by part, I aligned myself in, hearing a satisfying pop and a barrage of sensations the moment I fit the right limbs together. My new member immediately sprang to action once I had my lower torso fitted in, I found myself already very eager as I finally wore my new arms like a glove. The suit’s head was still hanging on my neck, but I couldn’t resist the urge to bring my new large palms on the tip of my rod, massaging it, and eliciting the wondrous primal feeling of pleasure that I always looked forward to.

Before getting too ahead of myself, I pulled the suit over my head, fitting my face into my new one. Once it was on, I cracked my neck to the side, and cleared my throat to prepare my new voice. Once everything was set, I looked around the shower room, noted the emptiness, and set to work. If I make it quick, I could go for a round before anyone finds me.

And I did, it was yet another great experience. I was now even more hung than George was, and I quickly discarded the piles by stuffing it into one of the old unused lockers. I straddled out of the locker room in my new skin, with the dark gray top, and my member still slightly stiff. I relished my new form, and found myself lifting up my top a little, teasingly, as I snapped a photo.

I grinned at the image, before posting it on this man’s socials. Apparently, his name was Roy. Good name, but I feel like I could go for something else much fitting in this form. Feeling myself getting hot and hard again, I decided to hit the weights across the room, just to test out how much stronger my new body is.

Picking up one of the heaviest wasn’t too much of an issue though, but it was at that moment that I saw someone bench pressing that I felt myself staring. He was just as huge as I was, the same age, but he sported a more boyish look especially with his short chestnut hair. I glanced at myself in the huge mirrors momentarily, hesitating.

Roy’s body is great, but something inside me was gravitating towards the other guy. It was only when he finished doing his reps and walked away from the bench press that I could see a bulge, an outline of something beneath the shorts he wore.

I found myself dropping the equipment I was holding, and then slowly followed him on his way to the restroom. He was on his phone, so like Roy a while ago, he was a little preoccupied. It was my chance, it was an itch that needed scratching and the urge wouldn’t stop until I'd gotten the chance to wear him too.

He didn’t even notice me enter the restroom, even if it weren’t that big—he was too busy taking boastful selfies in the mirror, doing various poses and flexing his body for whoever was on the other line. I smirked, and walked closer to him while he was busy typing away.

“Looking good, man!” I told him with a tap on his shoulder, snapping him out as he whips around to face me.

“Huh? Oh, thanks—” He starts, spinning around to face me as I quickly ripped Roy’s skinsuit off of my body. The man opened his mouth to scream, but I was a little faster, already yanking his skeleton out of him.

As soon as I held the skinsuit, I locked the door, and quickly worked to slip myself inside him. He weighed nearly the same as Roy, but his insides were much warmer and tighter, so every limb I slipped in gave an even more satisfying pop. I was already rock hard at that point, he was a little girthier than Roy was, though I had to hold it off.

To playfully mock the previous owner of this skin, I briefly put his underwear and shorts back on, and recalled one of his poses earlier, before proceeding to take the same selfie myself.

This guy’s name was Robin, and he had been sending his selfies to his girlfriend. I grimaced at the thought, but rolled my eyes regardless, and turned to tend to my new member already rubbing against the cloth of my shorts. I started to massage it, letting myself moan loudly with my new deep baritone voice, when I heard a banging sound, followed by a swear.

I whipped around, searching for the source of the noise, and found a shadow shifting under one of the stalls. There was someone else in the room, and they might just have witnessed what happened.

I haven’t had the unfortunate incident of anyone seeing me bare bones other than my soon-to-be skinsuits, nor has anyone caught me wearing one, but it seemed as if this one had—and even if he didn’t he’d see the discarded pile of Roy’s flesh and Robin’s bone pile, and assume a crime.

“Is someone there?” I ask, before slowly tip-toeing my way towards the middle stall. There were no more movements, but I was sure the person was here. I mentally slapped my forehead for not thinking to check the stalls before I took Robin. “Hey, are you—”

I was mere inches away from the stall, when its door flew open and pushed hard against me, sending me stumbling back. I felt myself left foot step on something soft, yet slimy, and I was already slipping onto the ground when I caught on.

The man had escaped the stall, and was looking at me and the pile of flesh and bones scattered around me. “What the fuck?” I hear him say, my body screaming in pain as I felt a tear on the back of my skinsuit. Great, it’s been damaged before I could enjoy it.

“I’m out of here.” The man says with a shaky voice, turning towards the door. He was going to escape, and tell people, and they’d find me here. I can’t let that happen.

“No!” I say, quickly slipping out of the Robin skin by tearing through the hole. The man freezes and almost stumbles back in fear, and I took the opportunity to lunge at him. His eyes grew wide a second too late, and I was already onto him. I thrust my hand inside his mouth, the other on his hair, and took him out.

I sighed in frustration, holding his skin up with one hand before staring at the ruined Robin one. I could, of course, opt to get the Roy suit back, but staring at it now, it didn’t look too good either. Since I had stepped on it, I’m sure I might have damaged the insides too.

Not wanting to stay bare for long, I slipped the new suit on begrudgingly. The suit was a little tighter, much to my surprise. I didn’t get much of a good look on this man, but I slipped into his skin perfectly, like it was cut and made specifically for me. It felt the most different so far, both weird, and arousing.

Once I had the entire suit on, I stared at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room. I was much scruffier, in fact, than anyone I’ve ever put on with hair growing on my chest and a beard. I was a little less bulkier than Roy and Robin, yet still felt just as strong and tight, and actually a little more chiseled. I felt the all too familiar urge to feel pleasure, even more so when I tried to suppress it by putting my shorts back on.

I must say, though—I still look good. Maybe it was high time for me to use something a little different, like this guy’s body this time.

I grinned at myself, shrugging, before taking more pictures and eventually, letting loose my tool and resuming what I was supposed to do in Robin’s. I grinned, staring at my new bare body in the mirror, before working on it. Pleasure washed over me at the touch, with both mine and the body’s pent up desire for release, it might just have been even more intense than when I did it with Roy earlier.

I was smeared with my new essence once I was finished, but after handling the piles of flesh and bones around me, I decided to not clean up and let the people stare at the drying globs of white on my beard and chest.

I certainly don’t mind them staring now.

–

That must have been the bravest, most vulgar thing I’ve done. I could still remember the stares, the many uncomfortable shifting and pulling at their shirts and pants. That was fun, and not regrettable at all.

And now, it has been nearly four months since I found this body, the longest I’ve had, so far. I must say, it’s really serving and suiting me well. I’ve opted to keep his name, Santiago, and have long since flew back to Europe, where he belonged. New York had been fun, but I guess it was time for me to find a greener pasture, especially with a new body and identity such as this.

And while I can’t say for certain how long I’ll stay as Santiago, or if I’ll decide to stay like this until this flesh grows too weary, what I can say is that it’s been fun so far. And before that time eventually comes, I’m going to be enjoying the heck out of it, that’s for sure.

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Possession: Kinda Victor-ious

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part One)

“Got it, Mrs. Robinson.” I say over the phone, one hand covering my other ear to make out her words over the loud howling of snow on her background. “Yes, I can stay with him overnight. Don’t worry, I already called mom—yeah, won’t be a problem. Sure, stay safe out there!” Then there was a beep signaling the end of the call. I sighed, then slid the phone back in my pocket.

“What’d she say?” A small voice says to me from the couch, Richard, the eight-year old kid I was supposed to babysit. “Tell me she’s going home tomorrow.”

“Yep,” I nodded, walking back towards the couch where he sat watching a movie. Richard grins, sighing in relief as he returned to his show. “I’ll have to crash here for the night too. That okay with you, kiddo?” I ask him, plopping down beside him and looking out the window, where the snow was also picking up and starting to fall heavier.

“You cook better than her.” He deadpans while holding his stuffed tiger close, and I laugh while patting his head. I live a few houses over, though my mom knew Lydia, his mother, from the local garden club so I frequently came over to babysit Richard since he was four. They’re nice people, a single mother and her two sons—so I couldn’t really refuse. And anyway, I had another reason why I liked coming over.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” I ask Richard, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. He just shrugs, ponders for a moment, then points over the box on the counter. “Mac and cheese? Again?”

“Mom’s not here anyway.” He just mutters, and I chuckled as I stood up to get ready. I should’ve guessed that ‘cooking better’ meant ‘cooking what I want’ to Richard. “Crunchy top please.” He adds, turning back to the movie.

“That’s going to take a little—” I respond, already on my way to the kitchen, when there was a loud knock on the door. I raised an eyebrow at this, even Richard looked over the couch curiously. “Coming!” I call out, intrigued as to who may be out in the snow at this time. It could just be someone asking directions, I thought, or a neighbor.

As soon as I turn the knob of the door open, the person pushes it open fully, then slips inside as he slams it close against the biting cold. I was going to yell for Richard to call the cops, but caught myself while the figure shook snow off his hair and coat.

This was the other reason I liked coming over.

“Sorry mom, I know it’s sudden but—” he starts to mumble quickly, but stops short at my sight. “Seth? What are you doing here?” He asks. This was Victor, Richard’s older brother. He’s about two years my senior, much taller, and already a sophomore in a university a couple of towns away. I wasn’t as close with him as I was with Richard, especially since Lydia and Victor weren’t on the bestest of terms. Still, I’ve long since felt something every time we cross paths in school or whenever I sit Richard.

Victor was a few inches taller than I am, and since I last saw him two years ago, he seems to be oozing more of his appeal now. He had eyes that I could swear people would get drawn to, youthful masculine face and sculpted features, great physique, and a smile that could get anyone. I liked coming over, not because I harbored feelings for him, but I always wanted to be just like him—especially physically.

He was very athletic too, I recall he’d been part of the high school’s basketball team. Even when he started college, Lydia had mentioned a couple of times that he made it on their team as well, though I heard he quit the team beginning sophomore year because of a disagreement between him and a couple of teammates. Still, I’ve spent a couple of moments doing ‘business’ on a couple of his team’s photoshoots.

“Your mom’s visiting a friend and then, y’know.” I told him, gesturing at the snow outside while also trying to catch my breath. His brows rise in understanding, then nods at me, making my heart jump a little and life stir in my pants. “She didn’t tell me you were coming though?”

“It’s more of an impulse thing…” He replies a little sheepishly, hanging his coat over the stair banister. He looked a little flushed too, maybe from the snow but even his eyes were a little red as if he were crying. “Listen, I just need the night over, maybe I can leave before mom comes home so don’t tell her.”

“Are you okay? I ask, catching him just before he ascends the stairs. He looked a little troubled as he turned back, the corners of his lips twitching a little before offering a curt nod.

“Yeah, I just need the night. I’ll get back to my dorm tomorrow.” Victor says softly, smiling slightly before making his way up to his old room and leaving me a little dumbfounded. At the same time, Richard steps out of the living room and into the hallway.

“Was that Vic again?” He asks, his plush tucked under his arm. I nod, looking back up the stairs then before turning back to Richard. I opened my mouth to ask him about it but he shrugs and beats me to it. “Oh yeah, he sneaks home when he fights with his boyfriend.” He tells me as-a-matter-of-factly.

“He has a boyfriend?” I start to ask Richard, and he just nods as he turns back towards the living room. “I didn’t know—”

“He doesn’t know that I know so don’t tell him.” He calls out over the sound of the TV, then adds. “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

I was still a little stunned, and pleasantly surprised at the revelation but quickly went to prepare Richard’s food, contemplating whether or not I make enough for Victor too. I did end up making a little extra, though, and had Richard tell him about it. He said he wasn’t really hungry but thanked me nonetheless. It took most of my self-control and will to not peek into Victor’s room though.

It was soon late night, Victor really hadn’t gone down at all meanwhile Richard was already fighting to keep his eyes open so I had to tuck him in. I was originally supposed to sleep in Victor’s room, and since I didn’t want to sleep in Lydia’s room, that left me the couch. The guest room hadn’t been cleaned in years, and as tempting as it was, I’d rather get uncomfortable than sleep in dust.

Outside, the blizzard had only gotten stronger and I was thankful the Robinsons had heaters installed. I had turned the TV off once I had tucked Richard in, and waited for sleep to take me as I scrolled on my phone. It was around midnight when tendrils of drowsiness had started to take root in me when Richard appeared behind the couch.

“Whoa, buddy.” I told him, rising up from the couch. “You okay? Can’t sleep?”

“I just thought you’d be lonely down here, so have her.” He tells me then dumps his stuffed tiger on my lap before yawning and turning back. “Sarah helps you sleep.” And then he was gone.

I chuckled as I lied back down while I examined the toy. It looked old, and the name ‘SARAH’ was written in bold marker on the clean and care tag, it was cute and thoughtful. I had just tucked one of the pillows under my head when I heard footsteps, heavy, leading to the kitchen. I shifted on the couch a little, enough to see Victor in his pajamas taking something out of the fridge.

At that point, I could already feel exhaustion and sleep seeping into my bones. I gripped the toy close to me, my vision already fading all the while I thought in my head, “I wish I looked as great as Victor.”, with the sight of him sneaking back upstairs the last I see.

Some time in my sleep, I felt something in and around me shift. I couldn’t explain it, and I could be dreaming, but it felt as if I was floating freely in the air. My vision was a little foggy, but a sudden breeze seemingly blew me up and through what looked like the ceiling downstairs. It was surreal, like swimming in the ocean and getting carried by a strong current.

My eyes adjusted slightly in the dark, and beneath me I could see a familiar figure—it was Victor in a prone position. I looked at his sleeping facade, his features softening and giving way to a more innocent look. I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening and why I was seeing him like this. It was only until I felt the breeze again, when it started to pull me down towards Victor that I started to panic. All I could do as I got dragged down was shield my face, and brace for impact.

–

“Hey!” I felt small hands gripping my arm, shaking me awake from my sleep. It was a little faint, with my hearing slowly coming to me as I bolt up. “Hey, I can’t find Seth.” He tells me, and I blink around me in confusion.

“What?” I asked, my voice sounding a little groggy and deeper than I knew. Even the room looked a little too bright for me, the couch—or bed felt much softer than I remembered. I could feel a blanket tangled between my legs, though I distinctly remember not having one. “Did you guys bring me up here?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

“Huh?” Richard asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “I can’t find Seth, did you see him?”

“What do you mean?” I ask back, my vision finally clearing. It was then that I realized I was in Victor’s room, evidenced by the countless posters all over the walls, a dozen questions running in my head, including Richard’s weird question, and I had to press my palms over my eyes. “I’m—”

I stopped, hearing my voice. I blinked once, then brought my hands down, staring at the veins that run along my arm. My hands were bigger, as well as my arms, and I wasn’t wearing the shirt I had yesterday—instead I was wearing Victor’s pajamas. I threw the blanket off my legs, making Richard jump back, as I stared at my legs, except they weren’t mine. I touched my face, ran a hand through my hair, and stifled a sound of both surprise and disbelief.

“Are you okay?” Richard asked, though he was now standing near the door and looked a little spooked. I didn’t know how to respond, but the first thing that came to mind was to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating or having delusions.

“Yeah,” I told him, slowly getting off the bed and then noting that the snowfall had stopped through the window. “Maybe he had to go early.” I say, both weirded out and aroused at hearing Victor’s voice come out of my mouth.

“Aww.” Richard groans, stepping out of the room. “Can you call him for me please? I can’t find Sarah anywhere.”

“Sarah?” I ask, before remembering his stuffed tiger. “Yeah sure, just give me a sec.” He disappeared into the hallway at this, and I dashed towards the door and closed it as soon as he was away. Immediately, the first thing I did was turn towards the mirror on the corner of the room and stripped my shirt off.

“Holy shit,” I say under my breath, the corners of my mouth twitching up to a smile while I glide my hand over my broad chest, the other tracing my abs. I pinched myself for a moment, and once I was sure I wasn’t dreaming, continued to admire myself in the mirror. “It’s real.” I tell myself, letting my hand plunge inside my pants.

I couldn’t even recall much of what happened—all I remember was falling asleep as I watched Victor sneak back upstairs, the weird dream, and then this. Was it even really a dream, or was it what led to this? Did my wish somehow come true? I had no clue, and I didn’t really want to think much about it as I felt the strong urge to explore my new self, and mess around my new body, which I did.

It was the best feeling I’ve had, ever, and I found myself a little reluctant to pull myself off the bed once I was done and reeling from the afterglow. But when I did, I had to physically turn myself away from the mirror, or else I’d be playing with myself again. I decided to dress up, and since it was the weekend, maybe have some fun as Victor for a while.

I dashed down towards the kitchen, where I saw Richard preparing himself a bowl of cereal. “Well?” He asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Well what—” I start, then remembered earlier, when he was looking for me and his toy. “Oh. Yeah, Seth had to get home early, something was up. Didn’t mention Sarah.” I bluff, shrugging at him who eyes me suspiciously before sighing. “Look buddy, I have to go. Don’t tell mom, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He replies, pouring milk on his bowl. I grin at him, then gave him a wink as I grabbed Victor’s coat hanging on the bannister. I patted the pockets down, and quickly found his car keys.

Because of Richard’s revelation last night, I had a vague idea of how to spend the day: back in Victor’s university. I don’t know what was up with him and his boyfriend, but I plan to take advantage of it. I checked his phone earlier, and he had a couple of messages and calls from who I assume was his boyfriend, Jude.

The road outside was fortunately already cleared, no more snow or sheets of frozen puddle so driving out wasn’t much of a problem. The streets and many turns leading to his university felt like I knew them all along, like muscle memory, so it wasn’t long until I was looking for a spot to park my car. I didn’t have all his memories, it seemed like the more I try to think about them, the more I can jog my memory back out.

Once I parked the car, I had to pause to ‘feel’ where Victor would usually go. The campus was sprawling, and despite the cold, there were still more than a handful of people up and about. I walked for a bit, glancing at the looming building that I was sure were the student dorms. I took the moment to gloat at my reflection, taking a picture of myself and wondering what had happened to the real Victor.

I grinned, before pocketing my phone as I made my way towards the building. Well, I couldn’t care less where he was now. Sure, I had a slight twinge of guilt gripping my heart, but it wasn’t as if I did this intentionally.

I don’t even know how long this will last, what the reason behind this was, or what happened to my old self. It was all confusing, and the thought of my old self just disappearing after all this crept like a silent fear in my gut.

But to be honest, part of the entire ordeal filled me with a strange excitement—I’ve always looked up to Victor, and also envied him a little, and now the universe has given me all that he had with the bonus that he swung the same way I did. Heck, all I even wished for was to look as great as he does. I don’t know, it seems like it was rewarding me somehow in this way. Or was this some Freaky Friday scenario too?

I laughed the latter idea off, it sounded ridiculous, and it was much fun to think of the former. But if it was the latter, well, I can’t say I’m complaining. I shrugged it all off, suppressing both the anxiety and guilt inside me as I pushed the doors open.

Whatever this entire thing was, I’m going to have a hell of a time regardless. And that starts with whatever’s up with Victor and Jude. Though, I wonder, could I fix it if I walked in on him in their dorm room shirtless?

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