Possessed Desires

where bodies are swapped, minds are taken, and desires run wild, dive into stories of transformation, possession, and irresistible temptations. Surrender to the shift. stories in spanish and english

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New Blog

Hey, I already have the new blog here in Tumblr, you can follow it and having more stories of body swap or other transformations.

For now, all will be free. I hope you'll like it, see you!

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Hola, ya tengo listo un nuevo blog aquí en Tumblr, siganlo para continuar disfrutando más historias de cambio de cuerpo y otras transformaciones.

Por ahora, todo será gratis, espero que les guste todo lo que tengo preparado, ¡Hasta la próxima!

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Something New Is Coming

Hello everyone! For those of you who are left wanting more between stories, I just opened my official Twitter (X) account.

There I'll be posting daily micro-fiction, quick scenarios, unfiltered thoughts, and exclusive sneak peeks of what's coming to Patreon. Let's just say it'll be my most direct and "vivid" creative lab /wink wink.

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Possession, body swapping, and hipnosis' writer. Nice to meet you, I'm StarBoy. DM for credit or removal. All characters and models are over

My writing universe is expanding a bit more, and I'm even more excited that more people will be able to discover and follow my work. There's already content waiting for you. So don't miss out on this community!

I would truly appreciate it if you could support me in this new step in my writing career. I'm excited, though a little nervous that it might not go "well".

Oh, and don't worry, the long, high-quality stories are still here and on Patreon as always. That will never change, you can be sure of that.

Thank you so much for your attention and support, always yours, StarBoy.

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STORY IN TESTING, DO NOT REPOST OR READ, THE OFFICIAL ONE WILL BE PUBLISHED SOON

Hermit crabs are well-known worldwide for their habit of using seashells as "mobile homes", which they gradually replace as the previous one becomes too small or uncomfortable. It's a simple and easy process. But with human intervention, it has gradually become more complicated, causing the crabs to end up using other, less conventional things as shelters.

Larry was a small crab who had had quite bad luck finding a new shell. He had only found trash and a few other containers that were too impractical for him to use. However, being without a protective shell was like being out in the open, begging Mother Nature to do her work. He couldn't continue taking such risks.

He had surfaced to try to improve his search on the surface. Maybe he would have better options than the seabed. He searched everywhere without much success until he saw something lying on the sand. It was... gigantic, about twelve times his size. He could see the folds of muscle, the deep crimson of what appeared to be a... loincloth? He had no idea what he was looking at.

He wasn't unfamiliar with humans, but he was certainly used to seeing them more "active" rather than lying completely motionless. Larry tried to move beside it to gently push it away, but at that moment, he felt as if his paws were sinking into its skin like wet sand. He tried to back away, testing the surface with curiosity.

He had no idea if human skin had that characteristic, but a sound similar to a squawk from the sky alerted him that a seagull was circling the area, dangerously close. The little hermit crab panicked. What would he do? He was completely exposed. If he went back to the sea, who knew what dangers awaited him there? Venturing further inland wasn't an option either, and staying there was even less so. So what was the best option?

Larry stepped on the skin again, feeling the soft, squishy surface once more. Another croak alerted him. With little choice but to push forward, slowly entering the man's back. The man let out an uncomfortable grunt. The crustacean continued pushing until it disappeared completely inside his spine.

At first, the man's body remained completely still until it began to move abnormally again. His back twisted to the right, his legs began to move uncontrollably as if he were kicking the air, his arms followed suit, and his eyes fluttered open with vague movements that briefly turned them blank. He continued to grunt and gasp incomprehensibly, his hands thrashing against the sand as he felt something else invading him from within, climbing up his spine to the top of his head.

The stranger continued to thrash about on the ground, shaking his head, trying to maintain control of his body with his hands, but without much success.

— MWWWHHHAAAWWW – he continued to grunt, writhing, his breathing ragged, his pulse even more so. He tried to resist with all his might until it was impossible. He only let out a defeated gasp, collapsing onto the sand, exhausted.

He remained like that for a while, his chest exposed, until he opened his eyes, somewhat confused. The light bothered him as if the sun were shining directly on him; his head was killing him. He groaned again, covering his face.

— Ugh... Shit – He whispered, lying there with his eyes closed until he opened them, confused. He got up quickly; why did he feel so heavy? He tried to crawl, but his arms gave way, pulling him back and sending him sprawling face-first onto the sand – Agh! – He lay on the sand for a while longer, his nervous eyes darting around, his hands slowly reaching for his face – What... what the hell is this?

He got up as best he could, struggling to move his legs normally; he seemed clumsy. He moved one foot in front of the other and then back again, the sand tickling the soles of his feet. What had seemed like confusion and annoyance at first quickly transformed into surprise and... something more.

The crab-turned-man brought his hands to his new pectoral muscles, squeezing them. It was a completely new sensation, nothing like his usual rough, hard skin. It was... soft and spongy. He let out a chuckle that ended in a gasp, his eyes rolling back as his finger brushed against his areolas.

— Mfhhh! – escaped his lips, his fingers sliding against them, opening his mouth to tempt his moist tongue. Everything was new to him, so... big and perfect. Was it like a new... shell? A refuge? He'd certainly used some unusual things, but this far surpassed anything he'd ever known.

Those agile hands, with those long fingers, those... biceps and... Ugh! What was that smell? He tentatively raised his armpits to give it a quick sniff. They smelled quite strong, a mixture of sea salt and something more acidic, similar to vinegar. He wrinkled his nose but sniffed again, taking a deep drag. The more he smelled, the more he liked it.

Under his gaze, confused, as he felt his new tool harden against his wet swimsuit, Larry touched it, only to let out a long gasp. His hand wrapped tightly around it, rubbing himself like a pervert.

— Mfhhhh, f-fuck – In his marine life, he'd never known such fucking... vivid pleasure. It felt great. The birds and other predators that could devour him in one bite were nothing compared to his new form! Those enormous feet were fantastic, and those... muscles? Was that what they were called? They were fantastic! He was a little confused as to why his new "rear end" was so damn big and soft, plump like an anemone, haha! Maybe it would help him float better, who knows.

The poor guy was so confused and ecstatic about the wonders of being human that it was the least of his worries. With that enormous, smelly body, which was a damn gift to him, he could happily adapt to his new form. He was loving being human. Maybe it would be a problem getting used to the... Customs and not wanting to go swimming in the sea, but he could adapt.

And man, did he want to start learning more about the wonders of being human; those gigantic feet were piquing his curiosity so much... Larry moved along the sand, hopping gently with his new gift. How... did it even get to the shore in the first place?

It turned out the original owner was named Gerry, a tourist who had come to the beach area to experience a "bodysuit" party, one of the newest offerings from CORPUS.Inc. Entry was by invitation only. There, they assigned "roles" – some would wear the suits, others would be the ones. For better or worse, Gerry had been assigned the last one.

He felt his skin transform from what he was used to into a rubber suit the moment he took a sip of a cocktail with a "special touch". A fat millionaire had chosen him, groping himself all over with other borrowed guys just as sculpted and attractive as himself. He had behaved like a complete pervert (in fact, the word fell short; more like a damn pig), sniffing other people's feet and armpits, touching everyone here and there, and hadn't hesitated for a single second to put on his tight, passion-colored swimsuit.

Until he abandoned it on the beach. Gerry had been instructed that the effect would wear off after midday and that he would return to normal without any complications or side effects. Until Larry found him and... Well, he seemed quite pleased with his gift, which, unfortunately for the original owner, had already passed the time limit for returning to normal. So it was only a matter of time before they both got used to their new roles.

But goddamn! Larry was going to discover all out the new pleasures of humanity. Today was just the bright horizon of his new and fantastic life; this was the best shell change of his life! Yes!

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STORY ON TESTING, DO NOT REPOST OR READ, THE OFFICIAL WILL BE PUBLISHED SOON

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BFB: Part Two

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

BFB: Be Friend's Body (Part Two)

Part One: BFB - Borrowed From Bro

- What the fuck?

I screamed as my body felt different, noticing that it was clearly not my body anymore. Now it was... thinner, smaller, wait for it, I know that mole. Am I Jamie? What the fuck happened?!

I started stroking my new body. At first totally freaked out, but then... I smiled softly, carefully bringing my nose to my new skin, smelling its sweet scent.

- You smell perfect...

I murmured lifting my armpit more, enjoying every sensation.

- Gosh...

I almost dared to say that the stimulation felt even better on his body than it did on mine. It didn't have a lot of muscle like what I was used to, but it sure looked good. And it felt even better.

- Jamie...

Let me start explaining before I go on, my name is Beckett.

I started college a couple of years ago, I'm almost finished. I always had the option to go live in the dorms or join one of the fraternities, but I decided to stay. Even though the commute is 2 hours, plus traffic.

I excused myself that it was only for the comfort of my room, not wanting to be away from my family... But it was really about him.

Jamie.

Jamie is my brother Luca's best friend. The two of them have always been close, and... For a few years now I've liked him. However, there was something inside me that felt wrong about it, not because my family was conservative or I wouldn't like the fact that I had homosexual tendencies. But, well. I was older than he was.

Four years is maybe not much, but somehow I saw him as a younger brother, and it was strange to realize that I liked him more and more as he grew up, and left the braces behind, his hair became perfect and his body defined. He was definitely not that boy lost in the corners of the house anymore, now he was cute, too cute.

I kept arguing with myself about what decision to make, and so years went by until the "perfect" day came to take a path: His 18th birthday.

I wanted to tell him how I felt about him, how much I liked him, that I had stepped away for a while to know what to do with my feelings. What if he didn't reciprocate?

I felt like an idiot to be so nervous about it. I mean, technically I'm "huge", muscular, manly. And I was scared like a little girl about whether or not my little brother's best friend would pay attention to me.

But Jamie wasn't ugly, not at all. Any guy would want to be with him. Including my brother.

I never mentioned it to my parents because I became distant from him, always excused that it had been a big fight and that he never apologized to me, but that wasn't true. When they were teenagers, I was peeking through the door, trying to sneak a peek at Jamie.

I overheard them say a couple of things about “practicing”, my brother went over to him and gave him a very small kiss on the lips, they both laughed and started playing video games. But that was enough to drive me out of my mind. And from then on I drove a wedge between us.

The last thing I remember from yesterday was helping Jamie, going to my room and feeling very tired out of nowhere. And from there... This.

- Mfh... - I mumbled, starting to caress the pecs of my new body, squeezing them. I let out a sigh, feeling only the blankets against my body, pulling them aside as best I could to find Jamie's body in all its splendor, though something caught my attention.

I'd never been interested in feet before, but now his feet looked so... Good.

I moved them up and down, and simply couldn't hold back any longer. I sat up to take one in my hands and pressed it against my nose, gasping immediately at the scent. I started licking it like crazy, it was as if another impulse inside me took over.

I moaned in desperation, my shaft ached from how hard I was at all this.

- Jamie... Jamie...

I mumbled almost in a trance.

I continued to lick, sticking my tongue between my fingers, savoring the salty taste. Still my nose rubbed insistently against the sole of my foot.

- Ah... - hearing that from his voice was such a delight. His voice releasing gasp after gasp, flooding everything in the room. I had control of every single thing he uttered - Beck... - it was like listening to a symphony.

I squeezed harder on his pecs and his reliefs, I could tell it was a very sensitive area on his body.  I squeezed them without care or consideration, squealed at the movement but loved it. Or did this body love it?

- Y-yes!

I grinned like a fool.

- Beck, more... Please more...

My hand slowly slid toward the gap between his buttocks. And it found its way, slowly I tensed my new entrance, feeling it give way, first one finger and then another.

- Uh! - it was like seeing stars. I smiled foolishly, touching that area insistently, I loved being inside Jamie.

It was a whole new sensation and at the same time it was fulfilling my wildest fantasies.

I hit his sensitive spot hard again, my legs trembled and my feet tensed, I would have loved to have had a mirror in front of me to see the face Jamie was making.

- Gosh, Beck, yes - I felt a strange craving spreading rapidly from my stomach to my hips. His soft fingers mercilessly tapping his insides.

And I ended up throwing ropes and ropes, some even splashing me in the face. But far from being disgusted, I began to lick hungrily.

- You taste so good...

I sighed smiling. I stayed in bed for a while, until the weight of what had happened seemed to sink in. Or rather, what I had done. In horror I put my hand to my mouth to lower my gaze. It was all a sticky chaos, the smell was very strong, musky and penetrating. There was almost no part of my body that was not filled with its substance.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck... - I whispered, was that disrespectful to Jamie? I'd thoughtlessly used him like a toy. What would Jamie think if he found out!

I swallowed hard. Then I realized something else. If I was in his body, did that mean he was in mine?

I stood up suddenly, what would I do? Would I be in my room? What would I tell my parents? And Luca? I still looked down, Jamie's body looked divine but I preferred to cover it up so as not to "disrespect" him - or at least no more than I already had.

I put on some clothes and went downstairs, I didn't hear any noise until I heard something coming from the kitchen, I walked until I found my mom lifting the table.

- Good morning - she smiled warmly - You finally woke up - she said with a soft laugh and denied - Luca and Beck said you were very tired.

- Luca and Beck? - I asked with a whisper.

- Yes, I know. Weird, don't you think? Yesterday morning they were like cats and dogs and in the evening, as if nothing, friendly with each other, like friends.

Like friends? - I thought to myself. So Jamie and Luca were hanging out in my body? Where had they gone? Why hadn't they woken me up? I was literally unconscious for over 12 hours. What were those two doing?

- And... Did they tell you where they went?

- I think they're in the pool.

I was about to jump in to see what was going on. When my mother slammed the brakes on me.

- Aren't you going to have breakfast? You haven't eaten anything since yesterday, you must be hungry.

I was about to reply, maybe that I had more important things to do like see if my brother wasn't wanting to put his hands on the boy I liked on my body. But I knew if I answered wrong and we went back to our bodies… the one who was going to look bad would be Jamie.

I nodded and sat down, looked at the plate in front of me and started eating. Maybe a little more... eager than usual.

- Boy, you sure are hungry - she let out a chuckle. She watched me for a while and then asked - By the way, do you still think you just want a simple party? I know you said you don't want to be a bother but, you wouldn't be at all.

Crap. That's right, Jamie's party, his birthday is tomorrow! Now I had to decide all that. Would we get back to our bodies in time?

- Well... How about a costume party?

To be continued

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Rivals Inside [ Part Two ]

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Rivals Inside [ Part Two ] – English Version

My name is Samuel, and I am not satisfied with the life I lead. Make no mistake, I know my looks are above what most guys would like to become, my family has a good amount of money, I have a lot of followers on social media and I'm definitely good looking.

But i'm not happy.

When I was thirteen, I realized two things; that I had a talent for fashion, and that I liked my best friend. I always felt comfortable with Max by my side, and even protected, at that age, he still wasn't the mass of muscle he is today.

But he was certainly adept at punching if anyone dared to tease me. And I loved our friendship, but I could no longer bear to call someone I lusted after day and night a friend. So when that summer came...

I made up my mind to put an end to the whole mess. I know perfectly well that I could have told him how I felt, that I could have made more choices.

But I was a teenager, and I did what I thought was best at the time (ironically, it was the worst mistake).

I took care of two things: improving my closet and my physique. I had a glow up, if you want to put it that way, from being a kid with acne and average clothes, I went from having smooth skin, losing weight and dressing stylishly.

And I ended up telling Max that I didn't want to be friends with him anymore. And so... our friendship came to an end. I preferred to cut all ties so that I would no longer feel that a single hug from him would drive me crazy.

But even though we were no longer friends... I still liked him with every fiber of my being. That was the worst part, I loved him; and now I had nothing. I hadn't stopped liking him but he wasn't my friend anymore either.

I became full of false friends, each one more superficial than the last. And I created a kind of rivalry with Max; in every discipline we both competed in, it would always be an endless dispute, a duel between him and me to see who would beat who.

In the beginning it was fun... But it got tiring every time I had to keep up that facade. What hurt me, though, was that surely his hatred for me was real. And since I couldn't think of anything better. I thought the solution was to start treating him badly, if I started being hostile to him... My feelings for him would disappear, wouldn't they?

Wrong again, now not only had I broken his heart, but I was being a jerk to him. And I got caught in a vicious circle between regretting it, doing it again to try to get rid of the feeling, and realizing that I was still in love with him.

I didn't like the electronic music, the beat...I just didn't like it. But I knew Max did, and soon there would be EDC. One of the best electronic music festivals.

I thought about giving him the ticket as an apology, but as you can tell, sometimes I'm not the best at planning things. So I decided to go to EDC with some friends, and... Try to apologize, I even thought about confessing to her how I felt. What else would I lose?

He wasn't in my life anymore, we weren't friends anymore, I wasted almost my entire adolescence in a silly rivalry with him. There was no more to lose.

I even picked out an outift that was something he thought was cute, I wanted to look good for him. But my attitude was ruining things again.

It was like a defense method that activated every time I saw him, and there I was, having just called him a "dumb gorilla."

— You don't say you like it? – My friend Astrid murmured behind me.

Of all my superficial friends, Astrid was the only one who was real, was a very good friend, and clearly, the only person I had trusted with my secret.

Although like anyone else, she was quite confused about my flirting technique.

—Yes...

— Why don't you tell her how you feel better?

— I can't! Every time I see him, it's like it triggers something automatic that makes me respond to him like this! – Feeling frustrated with myself, I sighed. Before she could answer something, I spoke again – Tsk... I'll go for a walk.

I advanced between the concert tents and booths. I swear I saw two guys duck behind a set of these as they tried to keep their hands away from themselves. And I kept walking, trying to deal with my emotions, until I reached a point far away, there were hardly any people.

— Hey... do you have any spare change? I'm a little short of money for transportation.

A man gave me the scare of my life when he appeared behind me, I turned to see him. He looked like any other person, wearing a random shirt... yeah, he didn't look like a bad guy.

— Uh... Sure – I rummaged a couple of coins in my pants to give him at least fifteen – I don't need them, keep them.

— Man, thanks – he kept them, I just nodded and went back to my thoughts, the silence lasted a while, until he spoke again – You have a dilemma, huh?

— Am I that noticeable? – I didn't know why I was talking to him, but he had a comforting vibe.

— Kind of. More like the question would be, do you want the answer?

— Yes – I didn't hesitate to answer.

— Why don't you try to put yourself in his shoes? Maybe then it will be easier to understand him, or open up to him.

I didn't even think much about why he knew my problems, I just pondered what he was saying.

— You're right – I smiled comfortingly – thank you.

— Nothing to thank you for, buddy. Oh, look – he patted his pockets to take out a coin, it looked very shiny – apparently I have an extra coin, here, thanks.

And without further ado, he left, I took the coin in my hands to caress it, there was a warm sensation in it... But I decided to go back to Astrid.

The rest of the night had gone moderately well, the din of the music was not to my liking, and the feeling that my chance to talk to Max was fading made everything worse.

— Sam, you have to go talk to him now

Astrid murmured as she tried to comfort me.

— I know. But how? I just wish I knew how...

I whispered. It was then that I felt a kind of energy releasing from my pocket, a warmth. At first it was faint, but then it began to burn like iron.

I tried to say something to Astrid but everything around me began to fade and turn dark, I could only hear her anguished voice calling me. The darkness was total until from one moment to the next, like a dizzying rise, everything was filled with colors, scents and sounds.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to an intense headache, almost as if I had been hit with a brick.

—Ugh... Astrid? – I looked around, finding no sign of my friend.

What was really confusing, though, was noticing my voice; I had a somewhat high-pitched, sweet voice. But now I found myself with a completely strange baritone: masculine, deep.

I looked down, finding two large mounds of muscle barely concealed in a crop top. I felt different... Strong, big. Powerful.

I flexed my new arms, feeling them swell, jeez, it was almost the size of a ball that thing!

I smiled foolishly, I started to poke my new pecs with my finger, feeling the flesh rise and fall with the thrust. I had never had muscles like this, my body was focused more on aesthetics, never on strength.

I lifted my arm again, this time inhaling my new scent

— Gosh, it reeked!

Wait... That scent. I could recognize it anywhere, it was Max's scent!

I immediately took his cell phone out of one of his pockets to open the camera, and it was then that I met his gaze through the lens.

His beard growing... his bushy eyebrows, his dark complexion, my goodness, his muscles...

I was inside the body of the boy I had liked all my life. Now I had his big muscles, his smell...

— Fuck...

I muttered, cupping my pants to feel the huge hunk of meat. I imagined Max to be well endowed but I didn't imagine it like this.

Something I was also obsessing over, even without touching him, just feeling him... were his buttocks.

I could feel how the fabric clung to them, how round they were, or how heavy they felt. Max had certainly molded his body to be almost perfect.

— Hi! Do you want a beer? – a boy suddenly approached me. He looked cute, though his appearance resembled my former self.

— Uh... No, no, thanks. I don't have any money. — Oh no, I'm inviting you. Do you want some?

I blinked in confusion. Was he... flirting with me? On one hand I was flattered, no doubt Max's body was to die for, anyone would have their eye on him. Even though it made me jealous, I wanted him to be mine.

— Sure. Can I order more than one?

— Sure, handsome.

And in less than ten minutes, I was pushing back-to-back beers. I thought Max's body would have a good resistance to alcohol. Once again I was wrong...

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— What are you talking about? – Max said annoyed in my body – You're drunk, Samuel!

And he wasn't lying, I was feeling pretty dizzy, heavy...

I know I didn't consider Max to be a dumb jock, but I certainly felt that way right now.

— I'm being honest with you... Look, Max, I...

— Sam, stop it! First you stop being my friend, then you treat me badly, then your only goal is to beat me, and now you've switched bodies! What's wrong with you!?!?

— I like you, Max! – it finally came out of my chest, I had finally said it – I've liked you all my life. I'm sorry I didn't say it before, I'm sorry for treating you badly, I didn't know how to tell you how I felt...

He was silent, just stared at me for a while with a mixture of sternness and anger. Even though he was in my body, his essence was still there, imposing.

Even that trace of power was visible in his eyes.

I looked down, feeling the tears about to come, as he reached up to stand on his tiptoes and kiss me.

I opened my eyes wide, but didn't hesitate for a second to reciprocate the kiss.

— Idiot... – he murmured – I like you too.

— What?

— Yes. I liked you when we were teenagers, even before you changed. Although I must admit, I'm not complaining about how you improved your body.

He smiled, caressing my old abdomen.

— Hey, don't touch – I tried to stop him but he dodged me.

— Ah no, you've been groping and sniffing yourself, in front of everyone. I think you owe me.

I smiled.

— Hey, your body's too hot.... Don't judge me. Just look at these muscles – I flexed my arms with a silly laugh, which made him roll his eyes as he smiled.

— Stop doing that, they're going to think I'm weird.

— You're going to have to give me something else to convince me to stop doing it.

Then he kissed me again. Although now in a more intense way, I could feel his tongue crashing against mine, his hands roaming all over my muscles, I clutched his body against mine. I immediately lifted him up so that he was clinging to my waist with his legs.

— Hey... – he murmured against my lips.

— Yes? – I said, wanting to kiss him again.-

— What did you say about me?... Stinky sporting gorilla? – he seemed to scoff, though in a moment, he managed to start sniffing my armpit, dipping his nose, rubbing between the sweat and the stench, which made me just let out a gasp – You know... I've always liked my smell.

He grinned, before he stuck his face back in to lick and sniff.

To be continued.

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I hope you like all the story about Sam and Max, it start as a little idea, but now i really like how it's going. You could tell me some ideas to continue the story about this two.

This will be my new account, I hope you like the stories that are coming soon. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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Hola, tengo una idea para una posible historia

Hola, claro, dime. Soy todo oídos

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Rivals Inside – Story

Hey! I hope you like the story about Sam and Max in "Rivals Inside", I like to hear some ideas from you of how i can continue the story.

It started like a very short idea but now i really like how it's going on. If you wanna read more about they, follow my new blog here in Tumblr.

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Rivals Inside

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Rivals inside (English Version)

My name is Max. I consider myself a born sportsman, I have always excelled in any physical discipline such as soccer, basketball or boxing.

I consider myself someone nice and outgoing, perhaps very much out of the stereotype of the cocky sportsman. I always treat everyone well without distinction, unless it's Samuel...

Samuel is a classmate of mine, the "fashionista" kid on campus. We used to be best friends, and for a long time we were... At least until high school when he thought I was too "uncool" for his style vibe and needed more friends to match.

It certainly tore me apart. But from that moment on, a feud between the two of us arose, in whatever discipline we both competed in, we always had only one goal: to beat the other. No matter the others, the only important thing was to make Samuel bite the dust. It was fun for a while, until I remembered how much I missed their friendship...

Today there would be a concert, besides being one of the best jocks at my university, I also loved electronic music. I saved every penny to buy a ticket, and it would finally be today.

I had chosen to wear a crop top with tight red pants and dark glasses, I liked the way my arms looked.

This morning would have been great, no doubt, if Samuel hadn't ruined it. There he was in a "fashionable" cowboy outfit, strutting his stuff. Why was he here? He didn't even like electronic music! I tried not to pay attention to him, until he noticed me.

— Wow, brainless gorillas listen to music too? - What do you want, Samuel?

— Nothing, it's just fun for me to see your annoyed face.

He said with an air of simple malice. I rolled my eyes, clenching my fists. I really missed my friend, before he turned into... this.

— See you later, Samuel. Enjoy the concert.

I mumbled through my teeth to walk away. The rest of the festival was fine, it was just getting started but at least I didn't run into Samuel all day. Just a couple of guys acting weird... looking at their bodies like for the first time, but nothing more than that.

As night fell, it was just great, the stages lit up, the music was booming, I felt great dancing to the beat and just feeling the vibe. Until I started to feel some strange dizziness.... I tried not to make a big deal of it, but then I felt a strong pang in my head.

Everything around me seemed to fade slowly, into a deep black, voices and music were heard far away until they were lost.

I was about to panic as I noticed the black and the total silence, until all at once, it was as if I was thrown suddenly against the light.

Inhaling with all my might, I looked around, confused and almost trembling.

— Jesus, Sam, are you okay?

A girl with blonde hair and pigtails asked me scared. I knew who she was, her name was Astrid, one of Sam's best friends, I looked at her confused.

— Sam?

I mumbled. It was then that I noticed my voice, it was no longer my deep voice, it was a sweeter tone. I looked down, finding a very different complexion from mine, I had muscles, only very slender, aesthetically, not strength; my clothes were different, now I was wearing a black suit, sleeveless and with a shoulder strap, I felt something tied to my arm and a hat on my head... Just like Samuel was.

My heart was beating fast.

— Yes, Sam. You, are you feeling all right?

— Y-yeah. Everything's fine, nothing's wrong.

— Okay, weird... I'm gonna get some drinks, do you want anything?

— No, I'm fine, thanks...

She just gave me a strange look to turn around and disappear into the crowd. I started to explore my new body over my clothes, feeling my new pecs, my arms... Gosh, was that my new scent?

Don't get me wrong, Samuel has an attractive body, but it wasn't my body. So I felt unfamiliar on it.

Our heights were different, weights, builds, even skin tone. Everything was different, I felt small. It was like relearning how to walk.

I was about to explore my new body, but I thought it would be too strange to start touching myself in front of everyone, so I decided to go to a port-a-potty for that.

I stared at my new reflection for quite a while, still dumbfounded. I felt his cheekbones, the texture of his skin, it was so soft... I guess because of all the dermatological products he used, his blond locks falling on my forehead...

Gosh. I must admit his body is cute, I like how the clothes look on the new me. I flexed my arms, popping the decent bicep I now had. I lifted my armpit a little, sniffing myself.

Samuel's scent was very different from mine, it smelled more like his cologne than his stench, I didn't dislike it, it just... it's different from how strong my scent was.

I smiled slightly. Samuel might be the guy I hated most on the face of the earth, but I could enjoy this. I pulled out my phone, snapping a picture with a goofy face.

Then I came out of the bathroom to start moving through the crowd, this wouldn't ruin my enjoyment of the concert either.

I started dancing again, just listening to the music and feeling the rhythm coursing through my veins. Although I felt small, I was definitely starting to notice that being in Sam's body was starting to attract the attention of certain people... or to specify it better: men.

Some guys started to approach me and try to flirt with me, I liked the feeling of attention I was getting in this body.

In my old self, I also received flirtations, but sometimes I was always expected to make the first step, here instead... I felt... like some kind of item in a shop window, seeing how everyone wanted to have me.

I casually flexed my arms, still dancing. I started to think it would be a good time to go back with Astrid, I was sure she would be worried, when I saw him:

A guy was dancing in the center of the dance floor, flexing his muscles, puffing out his biceps and thrusting out his broad chest, occasionally sticking out his tongue in a goofy expression and smiling. I swore I saw him let out a little saliva as he flexed and sniffed his armpits to lick them. Fuck, that was my body!

I advanced furiously through the crowd, he had at least fifteen boys gathered around him, in a circle, looking at him like fools. I immediately pushed him from the chest, which scared him at first, but as soon as he saw me, he smiled egocentrically.

— Hey, Sam, how are you?

he mumbled superiorly. Damn... I even had to look up to meet his gaze.

— What the fuck do you think you're doing, Sam?

— Nah, don't get confused, bro. I'm Max, you're Sam – all this chaos eventually dissipated the audience my old body was having, so it was just the two of us. Sam folded his arms, puffing them up and puffing out his chest more – And I'm just enjoying myself, you know.... Enjoying being a brainless stinkin' jock.

He flexed his arms again, grinning. He grimaced goofily, rolled his eyes and dropped a little spit before letting out a mocking laugh.

— Stop acting like that, it's my body! – I growled in annoyance. It must have been totally ridiculous to see Sam's body act like that.

— And all the more reason I'm going to act like that.

I pushed him again, although it was like hitting a concrete wall.

— What's wrong with you?!

— Nothing! But look at these muscles! – He flexed hard again, though after that, he stuck one of his fingers into his armpit to fill it with sweat and run it over my nose – That's what dumb jocks like me smell like, isn't it?

He scoffed. Which made me more and more irritated.

— If you dare to do anything again, I'll...

— You what? – he muttered dryly – What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me? Are you going to give me a skin care treatment? Don't make me laugh, Sam.

He had me pinned up against the wall, as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I didn't have my muscles anymore, now I was just a pretty face...

— Fuck you... – I muttered.

— No, fuck you – he replied back, he closed the distance. He looked imposing, annoyed... I thought he was about to throw a punch at me, but what he did was kiss me. I opened my eyes with astonishment and a certain part of fear, I only felt how my old lips crossed again and again with the new ones, I hesitated.

But finally I closed my eyes to reciprocate his kiss, sticking to him gently.

— You don't know how long I wanted to do that... – my old body murmured to kiss me again.

Damn, what the hell is going on?

To be continued.

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Stra8 to gay: EDC

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Stra8 to gay (English Version)

This is my friend Gustavo and me, my name is Edgar.

We usually work out a lot, and we usually make the girls go crazy for us. Although sometimes there is some other guy interested in us, and don't get me wrong, I don't "dislike" those kind of guys.

I just don't share their interest in other men, and neither does Gustavo. I guess we're both straight enough to only notice girls with big breasts and buttocks. We are also both big fans of electronic music. And one of the most important electronic music concerts in the world was about to happen: EDC.

Unluckily for both of us, we hadn't found a single ticket for the festival, and the prices from online scalpers were sky high.

– Bro, what are we going to do? The festival starts today and we still don't have a ticket - Gustavo snorted as he leaned against the machine he was using.

– Don't worry, bro. You'll see we'll find a way to go, finish your sets, then we'll be on our way.

After the gym, we went straight to where the EDC would take place, there were thousands of stands with merchandise, the entrances for the entrance, and some resellers looking for or offering tickets. However, the prices were just as high as online.

– Bro, we're not going to find anything - my friend Gustavo said, frustrated. Sitting down on the floor - the concert starts in an hour and we have nothing.

I didn't know what else to say, I knew he was right and we wouldn't be able to listen to the music, see the artists... nothing, not even flirt with some hot girl that was entering the festival.

– Looking for a way to get into the concert, huh? - a stranger seemed to appear out of nowhere right next to us.

– Yes, yes, but if the ticket is too expensive? - I tried to say, but Gustavo interrupted me.

– No, we'll do anything! - he seemed desperate to get in.

–Anything?...

The stranger raised his eyebrow curiously. Before the stranger could say anything, though, I approached him to whisper.

– What are you doing... Don't you think it's risky to tell him that?

– Bro, maybe it's the only chance we have to get in, we've dreamed of going this year, it doesn't matter. I have a good feeling about all this.

I sighed, Gustavo immediately approached the man.

– Whatever. What's your price?

He was silent, then smiled.

– Nothing, I just needed to be told.

He waved his hands, something felt incredibly wrong, I tried to stop all this but out of nowhere... everything seemed to go black. It was like being lost in nothingness, and suddenly finding a tunnel of light that I was pulled into with no alternative.

I inhaled air as if I hadn't done it in years, everything around me felt blurry until slowly I was able to focus. I was... inside the concert?

I could see the stages, the music playing, the people walking around in their costumes. But... How?

That's when I looked down. Finding a body completely different from the one I was used to, my muscles were gone, the tanned and dark complexion I had, even the clothes I was wearing.

Instead, I found a body that had a slimmer frame, wearing tight leather shorts and what appeared to be a top t-shirt.

Shit... How was all that happening? I swallowed nervously. I looked around, noticing a large mirror, so I walked over to examine my new body. I stroked my cheekbones, soft... flexed my new arms, they still had a certain amount of muscle but nothing compared to the huge biceps I had before.

Even the texture of my hair was different, and what to speak of the way I was dressed.

I would never wear such a revealing outfit. It looked good on this body, but it felt so out of place... it felt tight and snug, plus... oh shit.

I could feel the outline of his underwear, this guy looked like he was wearing string as boxers! He was clinging to my new buttocks tightly. I felt so... Fuck, whatever.

It wasn't all bad, was it? After all I was at the EDC, I could listen to the music, dance, even flirt with some girl! It would be hard to get his attention with this body and no doubt there would be more than a little doubt about his sexuality, but I was in control now. No gay stuff with me in charge.

I pulled out this guy's cell phone to take a picture of me, I had to admit I looked good, I liked the way he looked... gosh, I looked sexy...

What? Where had that thought come from? I looked attractive, not sexy, why would another man look sexy to me? See how those legs look though... meaty and big. Oh my gosh, look how tight those shorts look.

Before I could continue with all that, I could notice from the reflection, how someone was behaving strangely.

He was caressing his body, as if he was checking himself out for the first time.

He looked dismayed, but at the same time, he seemed fascinated by his appearance. Could it be...?

I approached the other guy, he was wearing a cap and glasses, and some kind of tight bodysuit that looked so sexy...

Shit, that's enough!

I approached timidly. I didn't know if it was the fact of approaching someone and asking them if that wasn't their body, or if it was this body influencing them in some way.

– Um... Excuse me - I mumbled.

The boy immediately turned around, stopping touching his body, apparently he was going to start examining his pectorals because he quickly lowered his hands to pretend naturalness.

– Yes? - he said somewhat nervously.

My heart was beating fast. But it was now or never...

– Gustavo, is it... is it you?

There was a silence, which was only filled by the voices of the people around or the music itself.

– Oh fuck, Edgar?!

The boy smiled. He immediately hugged me tightly, clinging me to him, to which I couldn't help but gasp at the closeness.

But what was happening to me?

— Dude, we made it in! - he smiled broadly, looking around, although he then took out a wallet from his pockets to examine the contents.

– Gustavo, there's something not right, w-we have to figure out how to solve this.

– Fix? Dude, we're in the EDC, there's nothing to solve, besides. Now tell me Alex.

I didn't understand why my friend was behaving that way, so... calm from being in someone else's body. Hadn't he noticed the changes? Wasn't he feeling them?

– No, no. You don't understand, now I'm feeling things... I-I, it's this body! I don't feel like me anymore!

– Mh? - he raised his eyebrow in confusion, it seemed he wasn't even paying attention to me, he was flexing his new arms, apparently enjoying the way the fabric fit him – What are you talking about? You're still you, just in another body.

– No! Can't you feel it!? These bodies aren't straight like we used to be! See how they're dressed!

It almost seemed that Gustavo didn't care about anything. He was more focused on admiring himself now in that new form.

– Well, I say they look good. You look so good... - he murmured, looking at me as if I were a girl.

– What the fuck is wrong with you, Gustavo? – I told you I'm not "Gustavo", call me Alex. Don't stress about all this, besides, how are we going to solve this? We don't know where the man who did all this is and we don't have the slightest clue how to get back.

My heart was pounding in anguish.

– W-we're screwed.

– Nah, enjoy. I'm sure these guys have access all three days! Stop being so dramatic! - Without warning, he reached down to open the front of the backpack this body was carrying, pulling out what appeared to be a wallet, opening it to check it

– What's more, I'll call you Tony now.

– But that's not my name!

– Now you do, Tony – he smiled, turning the wallet over to show me the ID.

How could he be so relaxed! I was about to go crazy, I wanted my body back!

– No, Gustavo! That's enough! - I could feel some people looking at us in confusion. But I was two seconds away from a nervous breakdown.

And the next thing that happened totally confused me... Gustavo grabbed my shoulders to press his lips against mine, clutching his fingers on my shoulders to keep me there. At first I tried to pull away, but the more time passed, it felt more and more... good?

Why was I so upset before...? This felt so good.

I kissed him back slowly, feeling our tongues crashing against each other, each touch feeling even better than the last. I let Gustavo, I mean, Alex.... Take my waist and hold on to him.

– Are you ready to spend the best three days of your life, Tony?

– Y-yes - I nodded with a silly smile on my face. Before kissing him again.

He took my hand tightly to lead me to a secluded spot, there were some tents to cover up, we both slipped away until we seemed to be out of sight of everyone. Without giving any respite, Alex grabbed me again, seeking my lips.

– What a sexy body you ended up in, Tony - he murmured, caressing my waist, his hands slowly moving to my buttocks to squeeze them. I could feel the fabric crinkle at the movement.

– T-thank you - was the only thing my brain managed to formulate. Without warning, Alex pressed me against his armpit, rubbing me against it.

– Smell it.

The scent intoxicated me, I opened my eyes as if in a dream, lethargic, barely nodded, letting the aroma flood my nostrils, even gave it a couple of licks, feeling the fabric full of sweat.

– A-Alex...

– Shhh... They're going to hear us - he continued to rub me. Then he smiled to flex his arms, puffing them out through the black fabric.

– Do you like it? - he then shifted his pecs, which seemed to bounce to stay in place thanks to his bodysuit.

– Yes!

Unable to contain myself any longer, I ended up throwing myself against him to kiss him again in a desperate and needy way.

I think it's going to be a very interesting three days...

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Body Swap, Drop Bass

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Bass Drop: Body Swap (Versión Español) + versión extendida

Odiaba a mi hermano. Era cinco años mayor que yo, y definitivamente éramos polos opuestos en todo sentido. Si alguna vez nos vieras por la calle, creo que nunca pensarías qué tendríamos algún lazo sanguíneo; y en personalidad, era lo mismo.

Él era el típico deportista: grande, fuerte, musculoso y guapo, tenía a las chicas a sus pies y todo le salía bien.

Y por otro lado estaba yo. Delgado, pequeño, con gustos frikis e increíblemente torpe. Siempre solía burlarse de mí por mi aspecto, haciendo comentarios despectivos sobre qué parecía un spaguetti o que sin un gramo de músculos era una niña. Estaba harto. ¿Pero qué podía hacer? Sin duda años y años de él molestándome habían hecho que de cierta forma, me acostumbrará a todo ello. Hasta el día que el vaso terminó por caerse.

— ¡Por favor, Chris! ¡Quiero ir al concierto, sabes lo mucho que me gusta la música electrónica!

— Ya te dije que no, enano – mi hermano murmuró mientras veía que ropa usaría mañana para el EDC.

Uno de los conciertos de música más importantes, y al cual quería ir con todas mis fuerzas. Era claro que era fanático de la música, aunque también sentía curiosidad por todo el ambiente que se daba ahí. Los chicos solían usar ropas tan ajustadas que no dejaban nada a la imaginación, tirantes, lazos, arneses. Parecía un desfile del orgullo gay si lo veías bien de cerca, y quería verlo.

— ¡Tú y tus amigos tienen un boleto de sobra! ¡Déjame ir! ¡Chris, por favor! – le supliqué mientras él sólo me ignoraba.

— Y ese boleto lo vamos a vender, pff. ¿Cómo crees que vamos a pagar parte de los otros boletos? Revender es un buen negocio.

— Entonces te lo pago, vendemelo a mí – dije, casi al borde de la desesperación.

Mi hermano dejó de hacer lo que estaba realizando, sólo para soltar una carcajada burlona en mi cara.

— No vas a ir, tonto – negó aun riéndose – ni siquiera papá y mamá te van a dejar ir en primer lugar.

— ¡Sí lo harán, ya dame el boleto!

— No – dijo tajante – No te lo voy a vender ni aunque me des dinero de más, esto sólo es para hombres de verdad, no debiluchos como tú – se jacto. Ensanchando su pecho con burla. Sólo pude apretar los labios con rabia antes de salir de su habitación para encerrarme en la mía.

Sentía tanta molestia, ira y rabia en aquel momento, ¿pero qué podía hacer? Él era mayor y aun peor. Él iría al concierto.

Derrotado, me senté en la cama. Por un rato dure cabizbajo hasta que sentí como mi celular zumbo, lo levante para ver la pantalla de carga, como si se acabará de actualizar. Una vez volvió a la normalidad, no pude evitar notar que había una nueva aplicación llamada "Possess". La abrí de inmediato, notando la interfaz un poco rara y las instrucciones de la aplicación: "Posee a quién tu desees. Selecciona los datos"

Había una sección para meter mis datos y los de la otra persona. Me sentía ridículo, incluso pensé que se trataba de un virus, aunque la curiosidad me llamaba a intentarlo. Llene ambos campos y le di clic al botón que decía "Poseer", se quedó cargando. Y nada pasó en un minuto, volví a darle clic al botón para tener el mismo resultado una y otra vez.

Molesto, lance mi teléfono al otro lado de la habitación, para cerrar mis ojos, cansado y molesto por no poder ir al concierto de mis sueños.

A la mañana siguiente, me sentí muy distinto. Pesado... aunque extrañamente vigorizado, abrí los ojos, confundido al mirar a mi alrededor, ya no estaba en mi habitación sino que era la de mi hermano. Olía a sudor, había posters de deportes, carros y demás en las paredes, el típico cuarto de un deportista.

Me levanté confundido.

— ¿Chris?... – murmuré. Notando mi nuevo barítono. Baje la mirada, sólo para encontrar los grandes músculos de mi hermano que ahora parecían ser míos – ¡Oh carajo!

No pude evitar gritar. Comencé a explorar mi nuevo cuerpo, acariciando mis pectorales y abdominales, mis enormes bíceps. ¡Dios, era enorme!

Sonreí satisfecho ante mi nuevo cuerpo, incluso sentí el contorno de mi nuevo miembro, el infeliz de mi hermano sin duda se llevó los mejores genes.

Aun estaba perdido en aquella exploración de mi mismo, con mi nuevo olor, creo que podría pasar horas oliendome a mi mismo... pero entonces recordé el concierto. ¡Ahora podré ir y no habría nada que lo impidiera!

Sin esperar ni un segundo más, comencé a arreglarme para el festival, me hubiera gustado usar algunas prendas reveladoras y ajustadas en el cuerpo de mi hermano mayor... pero no había nada en su closet que se apegara a esa fantasía, así que sólo me puse unos pantalones jogger, y una sudadera amarrada a la cintura, me veía algo tonto... Pero hey. El cuerpo de mi hermano era ardiente, ¿a quien le importaba que se viera ridículo? ¡Mejor ve el tamaño de estos pectorales!

También me coloque unos lentes de sol y pinte mi nuevo cuerpo con pintura neón. Una vez estuve listo, tomé el automóvil de mi hermano para irme directo al festival. Pensé que sería difícil aprender a manejar, pero al momento de tocar el volante, fue como en automático saberlo.

Sentí una extraña emoción similar a la excitación al ver como escaneaban mi boleto y me dejaban acceder, la música retumbaba con fuerza. Había miles y miles de personas con trajes extrafalarios, bailando o sólo charlando. Mi corazón latía con fuerza. Por alguna razón, me sentía pequeño e inadaptado, aun estando en un cuerpo tan enorme; no pasó mucho tiempo antes de que varias personas comenzaran a fijarse en mí, y a sonreírme.

Me estaban viendo. Me estaban... ¿Coqueteando? Por alguna razón, eso pareció ser un flujo de adrenalina para potenciar mi confianza. Saqué el pecho de forma egocéntrica, avanzando entre la multitud, sonriendo a uno que otro chico que se quedaba viendo de más mi cuerpo.

Cielos... se sentía tan bien ser así de musculoso.

El resto de la tarde y del día no hice más que bailar, escuchar la música y admirar de vez en cuando mis nuevos atributos. Acariciando mis pectorales, o sintiendo mis brazos. O mi aroma, requería de toda mi fuerza de voluntad no ponerme a oler y lamer mis axilas ahí mismo. Aunque, ¿y sí lo hacía que? Otros seguro se sentirían atraídos a todo el actuar de este cuerpo, después de todo, ahora tenía el físico de un dios.

Me encantaba también notar como otros chicos trataban de coquetearme, descuidadamente apretando mis bíceps o directamente quedándose a centímetros de mis labios con los de ellos. ¡Incluso uno casi se pone a oler mi axila con el pretexto que era una broma!

La música vibraba con fuerza, de vez en cuando levantaba los brazos para hacerlos flexionarse, aparentemente bailando. Todo se sentía genial, la atención, la música, ¡El olor!

Creas o no, tantos tipos bailando por horas y horas realmente pone a apestar el ambiente. Pero carajo... No me molestaba, me encantaba. Podía sentir el relieve de mi hermano ponerse rígido cada que el olor golpeaba mi nariz. Tal vez el cuerpo de mi hermano podía ser heterosexual con él al mando, pero conmigo controlandolo... En un inicio traté de contenerme y mostrar "respeto" a su cuerpo, ya había sido cruzar un límite el haberle robado la experiencia del festival y convertirme en él. Aunque esa sensación duro al menos unos 10 minutos antes de recordar todo el infierno que me hacía vivir a diario – 《 A la mierda, ¿qué importa si hago algo que le afecte? Es mi turno de disfrutar 》

Podía sentir las miradas de varios chicos. Algunos musculosos, otros delgados o con cuerpos definidos, pero todos compartían algo: Se estaban comiendo con la mirada este cuerpo. Sonreí egocéntrico, levante mis brazos para flexionarlos, hinchando mis grandes y fuertes bíceps. Fue como hacerlos babear.

Aunque en ese proceso, pude olfatear algo... rayos. Olvide ponerme desodorante. Mi hermano tenía un aroma muy fuerte, almizclado y potente que de inmediato me hizo jadear al olerlo. Levanté mi axila, y sin poder contenerme más, comencé a olerla y a lamerla, disfrutando el hedor de mi nuevo cuerpo.

Esto pareció disgustar a algunos chicos, pero otros se sintieron aún más interesados por ese actuar. En cuestión de simples segundos, tenía al menos a siete chicos de todas las complexiones rodeándome, aprovechando un poco la oscuridad de la zona para mover sus manos por todos mis músculos.

Alguno estaba en mi relieve, otro tomó mis pectorales, otro mis glúteos, incluso mis brazos y mi abdomen, era como si ningún centímetro de mi cuerpo se quedara sin atención.

Pero, hey... Este cuerpo es de un dios. Y merece ser adorado. Así que si quieren tocar, que lo hagan. Me importa un carajo si alguien graba y se dan cuenta de mi "hermano" portándose así. Ahora es mi cuerpo. Y si quiero que quede como un adicto a flexionar sus brazos y oler su propio aroma, qué así sea.

Cerré los ojos, perdido en toda esa adrenalina hasta que escuché una voz familiar.

— ¿¡Chris!?

Mierda. Abrí los ojos rápidamente para encontrarme con la mirada de Mauricio, uno de los mejores amigos de mi hermano, estuve a punto de ponerme nervioso. Pero preferí poner una cara indiferente y fría.

— ¿Sup, bro? – Levanté un poco más mis axilas para que mis nuevos admiradores continuarán con desesperación.

Lo que causó conmoción en el chico. Mauricio sin duda era lindo, un poco moreno, fuerte y enorme... y al parecer su traje no dejaba nada a la imaginación, ni siquiera parecía de esos típicos trajes "heteros" que eran simplemente una camiseta deportiva.

Él traía un traje de vaquero, ajustado y llamativo. Se veía tan bien...

— ¿¡Qué mierda, amigo!? ¡No nos contestaste tu celular por horas! ¿¡Y qué estás haciendo!

Claramente se veía alterado, pero sólo le sonreí con arrogancia.

— Bueno, tuve otros planes. Perdón por no avisar, supongo. No te pongas tan dramática – solté una risa profunda.

— ¿Acaso estás drogado? ¿Qué te pasa? ¡Wey! ¿¡Qué pasa con Samantha!?

Ah, con qué así se llama la nueva chica que mi hermano tiene derritiendose por él, interesante saberlo ahora.

— Nah, bro. Estoy completamente lúcido, y no sé. Creo que ahora me gustan más los hombres – sonreí – Y por lo que veo, tal vez también a ti.

Baje la mirada, señalando el relieve que se le formaba. El deportista se tapó de inmediato; me estaba encantando toda esa actuación, aunque al parecer a mis nuevos admiradores les terminó aburriendo por que poco a poco se terminaron dispersando hasta no quedar ninguno.

Aproveche aquello para acortar la distancia, de inmediato acercándome para aferrarme a su contorno.

— ¡Bro! ¿¡Qué mierda te pasa!?

— No lo sé, wey. Tal vez me di cuenta que eres muy ardiente – murmuré para finalmente besarlo con intensidad, fue inconcluso hasta que terminó por besarme de vuelta. Sentí como me tomó de la cintura para pegarme a él.

— Chris... – murmuró jadeante. Me acerqué a él para levantar su axila y comenzar a olerla, olía aun mejor que la de mi hermano...

— ¿Qué? – dije aun de forma indiferente.

Toda esa adrenalina me estaba llevando hasta las nubes, podía sentir el contorno de mi hermano pegarse contra su ropa interior y dejarla un tanto húmeda. No me importaba si esto arruinaba su amistad con Mauricio, si se enteraban sus otros amigos o su círculo social. Carajo, si su universidad se enteraba de todo esto, aun mejor.

¡Dios, es tan genial ser mi hermano mayor!

———

Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra.

Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Está será mi nueva cuenta, espero les gusten las historias que vienen próximamente

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

———

[possesseddesires]

Body Swap: Drop Bass

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar.

Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Bass Drop: Body Swap (Versión Español) + versión extendida

Odiaba a mi hermano. Era cinco años mayor que yo, y definitivamente éramos polos opuestos en todo sentido. Si alguna vez nos vieras por la calle, creo que nunca pensarías qué tendríamos algún lazo sanguíneo; y en personalidad, era lo mismo.

Él era el típico deportista: grande, fuerte, musculoso y guapo, tenía a las chicas a sus pies y todo le salía bien.

Y por otro lado estaba yo. Delgado, pequeño, con gustos frikis e increíblemente torpe. Siempre solía burlarse de mí por mi aspecto, haciendo comentarios despectivos sobre qué parecía un spaguetti o que sin un gramo de músculos era una niña. Estaba harto. ¿Pero qué podía hacer? Sin duda años y años de él molestándome habían hecho que de cierta forma, me acostumbrará a todo ello. Hasta el día que el vaso terminó por caerse.

— ¡Por favor, Chris! ¡Quiero ir al concierto, sabes lo mucho que me gusta la música electrónica!

— Ya te dije que no, enano – mi hermano murmuró mientras veía que ropa usaría mañana para el EDC.

Uno de los conciertos de música más importantes, y al cual quería ir con todas mis fuerzas. Era claro que era fanático de la música, aunque también sentía curiosidad por todo el ambiente que se daba ahí. Los chicos solían usar ropas tan ajustadas que no dejaban nada a la imaginación, tirantes, lazos, arneses. Parecía un desfile del orgullo gay si lo veías bien de cerca, y quería verlo.

— ¡Tú y tus amigos tienen un boleto de sobra! ¡Déjame ir! ¡Chris, por favor! – le supliqué mientras él sólo me ignoraba.

— Y ese boleto lo vamos a vender, pff. ¿Cómo crees que vamos a pagar parte de los otros boletos? Revender es un buen negocio.

— Entonces te lo pago, vendemelo a mí – dije, casi al borde de la desesperación.

Mi hermano dejó de hacer lo que estaba realizando, sólo para soltar una carcajada burlona en mi cara.

— No vas a ir, tonto – negó aun riéndose – ni siquiera papá y mamá te van a dejar ir en primer lugar.

— ¡Sí lo harán, ya dame el boleto!

— No – dijo tajante – No te lo voy a vender ni aunque me des dinero de más, esto sólo es para hombres de verdad, no debiluchos como tú – se jacto. Ensanchando su pecho con burla. Sólo pude apretar los labios con rabia antes de salir de su habitación para encerrarme en la mía. Sentía tanta molestia, ira y rabia en aquel momento, ¿pero qué podía hacer? Él era mayor y aun peor. Él iría al concierto.

Derrotado, me senté en la cama. Por un rato dure cabizbajo hasta que sentí como mi celular zumbo, lo levante para ver la pantalla de carga, como si se acabará de actualizar. Una vez volvió a la normalidad, no pude evitar notar que había una nueva aplicación llamada "Possess". La abrí de inmediato, notando la interfaz un poco rara y las instrucciones de la aplicación: "Posee a quién tu desees. Selecciona los datos"

Había una sección para meter mis datos y los de la otra persona. Me sentía ridículo, incluso pensé que se trataba de un virus, aunque la curiosidad me llamaba a intentarlo. Llene ambos campos y le di clic al botón que decía "Poseer", se quedó cargando. Y nada pasó en un minuto, volví a darle clic al botón para tener el mismo resultado una y otra vez.

Molesto, lance mi teléfono al otro lado de la habitación, para cerrar mis ojos, cansado y molesto por no poder ir al concierto de mis sueños.

A la mañana siguiente, me sentí muy distinto. Pesado... aunque extrañamente vigorizado, abrí los ojos, confundido al mirar a mi alrededor, ya no estaba en mi habitación sino que era la de mi hermano. Olía a sudor, había posters de deportes, carros y demás en las paredes, el típico cuarto de un deportista.

Me levanté confundido.

— ¿Chris?... – murmuré. Notando mi nuevo barítono. Baje la mirada, sólo para encontrar los grandes músculos de mi hermano que ahora parecían ser míos – ¡Oh carajo!

No pude evitar gritar. Comencé a explorar mi nuevo cuerpo, acariciando mis pectorales y abdominales, mis enormes bíceps. ¡Dios, era enorme!

Sonreí satisfecho ante mi nuevo cuerpo, incluso sentí el contorno de mi nuevo miembro, el infeliz de mi hermano sin duda se llevó los mejores genes.

Aun estaba perdido en aquella exploración de mi mismo, con mi nuevo olor, creo que podría pasar horas oliendome a mi mismo... pero entonces recordé el concierto. ¡Ahora podré ir y no habría nada que lo impidiera!

Sin esperar ni un segundo más, comencé a arreglarme para el festival, me hubiera gustado usar algunas prendas reveladoras y ajustadas en el cuerpo de mi hermano mayor... pero no había nada en su closet que se apegara a esa fantasía, así que sólo me puse unos pantalones jogger, y una sudadera amarrada a la cintura, me veía algo tonto... Pero hey. El cuerpo de mi hermano era ardiente, ¿a quien le importaba que se viera ridículo? ¡Mejor ve el tamaño de estos pectorales!

También me coloque unos lentes de sol y pinte mi nuevo cuerpo con pintura neón. Una vez estuve listo, tomé el automóvil de mi hermano para irme directo al festival. Pensé que sería difícil aprender a manejar, pero al momento de tocar el volante, fue como en automático saberlo.

Sentí una extraña emoción similar a la excitación al ver como escaneaban mi boleto y me dejaban acceder, la música retumbaba con fuerza. Había miles y miles de personas con trajes extrafalarios, bailando o sólo charlando. Mi corazón latía con fuerza. Por alguna razón, me sentía pequeño e inadaptado, aun estando en un cuerpo tan enorme; no pasó mucho tiempo antes de que varias personas comenzaran a fijarse en mí, y a sonreírme.

Me estaban viendo. Me estaban... ¿Coqueteando? Por alguna razón, eso pareció ser un flujo de adrenalina para potenciar mi confianza. Saqué el pecho de forma egocéntrica, avanzando entre la multitud, sonriendo a uno que otro chico que se quedaba viendo de más mi cuerpo. Cielos... se sentía tan bien ser así de musculoso.

El resto de la tarde y del día no hice más que bailar, escuchar la música y admirar de vez en cuando mis nuevos atributos. Acariciando mis pectorales, o sintiendo mis brazos. O mi aroma, requería de toda mi fuerza de voluntad no ponerme a oler y lamer mis axilas ahí mismo. Aunque, ¿y sí lo hacía que? Otros seguro se sentirían atraídos a todo el actuar de este cuerpo, después de todo, ahora tenía el físico de un dios.

Me encantaba también notar como otros chicos trataban de coquetearme, descuidadamente apretando mis bíceps o directamente quedándose a centímetros de mis labios con los de ellos. ¡Incluso uno casi se pone a oler mi axila con el pretexto que era una broma!

La música vibraba con fuerza, de vez en cuando levantaba los brazos para hacerlos flexionarse, aparentemente bailando. Todo se sentía genial, la atención, la música, ¡El olor! Creas o no, tantos tipos bailando por horas y horas realmente pone a apestar el ambiente. Pero carajo... No me molestaba, me encantaba.

Podía sentir el relieve de mi hermano ponerse rígido cada que el olor golpeaba mi nariz. Tal vez el cuerpo de mi hermano podía ser heterosexual con él al mando, pero conmigo controlandolo...

En un inicio traté de contenerme y mostrar "respeto" a su cuerpo, ya había sido cruzar un límite el haberle robado la experiencia del festival y convertirme en él. Aunque esa sensación duro al menos unos 10 minutos antes de recordar todo el infierno que me hacía vivir a diario – 《 A la mierda, ¿qué importa si hago algo que le afecte? Es mi turno de disfrutar 》

Podía sentir las miradas de varios chicos. Algunos musculosos, otros delgados o con cuerpos definidos, pero todos compartían algo: Se estaban comiendo con la mirada este cuerpo. Sonreí egocéntrico, levante mis brazos para flexionarlos, hinchando mis grandes y fuertes bíceps. Fue como hacerlos babear.

Aunque en ese proceso, pude olfatear algo... rayos. Olvide ponerme desodorante. Mi hermano tenía un aroma muy fuerte, almizclado y potente que de inmediato me hizo jadear al olerlo. Levanté mi axila, y sin poder contenerme más, comencé a olerla y a lamerla, disfrutando el hedor de mi nuevo cuerpo.

Esto pareció disgustar a algunos chicos, pero otros se sintieron aún más interesados por ese actuar. En cuestión de simples segundos, tenía al menos a siete chicos de todas las complexiones rodeándome, aprovechando un poco la oscuridad de la zona para mover sus manos por todos mis músculos.

Alguno estaba en mi relieve, otro tomó mis pectorales, otro mis glúteos, incluso mis brazos y mi abdomen, era como si ningún centímetro de mi cuerpo se quedara sin atención.

Pero, hey... Este cuerpo es de un dios. Y merece ser adorado. Así que si quieren tocar, que lo hagan.

Me importa un carajo si alguien graba y se dan cuenta de mi "hermano" portándose así. Ahora es mi cuerpo. Y si quiero que quede como un adicto a flexionar sus brazos y oler su propio aroma, qué así sea.

Cerré los ojos, perdido en toda esa adrenalina hasta que escuché una voz familiar.

— ¿¡Chris!?

Mierda. Abrí los ojos rápidamente para encontrarme con la mirada de Mauricio, uno de los mejores amigos de mi hermano, estuve a punto de ponerme nervioso. Pero preferí poner una cara indiferente y fría.

— ¿Sup, bro? – Levanté un poco más mis axilas para que mis nuevos admiradores continuarán con desesperación. Lo que causó conmoción en el chico. Mauricio sin duda era lindo, un poco moreno, fuerte y enorme... y al parecer su traje no dejaba nada a la imaginación, ni siquiera parecía de esos típicos trajes "heteros" que eran simplemente una camiseta deportiva.

Él traía un traje de vaquero, ajustado y llamativo. Se veía tan bien...

— ¿¡Qué mierda, amigo!? ¡No nos contestaste tu celular por horas! ¿¡Y qué estás haciendo!?

Claramente se veía alterado, pero sólo le sonreí con arrogancia.

— Bueno, tuve otros planes. Perdón por no avisar, supongo. No te pongas tan dramática – solté una risa profunda.

— ¿Acaso estás drogado? ¿Qué te pasa? ¡Wey! ¿¡Qué pasa con Samantha!?

Ah, con qué así se llama la nueva chica que mi hermano tiene derritiendose por él, interesante saberlo ahora.

— Nah, bro. Estoy completamente lúcido, y no sé. Creo que ahora me gustan más los hombres – sonreí – Y por lo que veo, tal vez también a ti.

Baje la mirada, señalando el relieve que se le formaba. El deportista se tapó de inmediato; me estaba encantando toda esa actuación, aunque al parecer a mis nuevos admiradores les terminó aburriendo por que poco a poco se terminaron dispersando hasta no quedar ninguno.

Aproveche aquello para acortar la distancia, de inmediato acercándome para aferrarme a su contorno.

— ¡Bro! ¿¡Qué mierda te pasa!?

— No lo sé, wey. Tal vez me di cuenta que eres muy ardiente – murmuré para finalmente besarlo con intensidad, fue inconcluso hasta que terminó por besarme de vuelta. Sentí como me tomó de la cintura para pegarme a él.

— Chris... – murmuró jadeante. Me acerqué a él para levantar su axila y comenzar a olerla, olía aun mejor que la de mi hermano...

— ¿Qué? – dije aun de forma indiferente.

Toda esa adrenalina me estaba llevando hasta las nubes, podía sentir el contorno de mi hermano pegarse contra su ropa interior y dejarla un tanto húmeda. No me importaba si esto arruinaba su amistad con Mauricio, si se enteraban sus otros amigos o su círculo social. Carajo, si su universidad se enteraba de todo esto, aun mejor.

¡Dios, es tan genial ser mi hermano mayor!

———

Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra. Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Aun estoy en proceso de mudanza por las limitaciones de la aplicación pero quiero ver primero que tanto se puede conservar aquí.

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

———

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Drop Bass: Body Swap

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue.

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Bass Drop: Body Swap (English Version)

I hated my brother. He was five years older than me, and we were definitely polar opposites in every way. If you ever saw us on the street, I don't think you'd ever think we had any blood ties; and in personality, it was the same.

He was the typical athlete: big, strong, muscular and handsome, he had the girls at his feet and everything went well for him.

And on the other side was me: Thin, small, with geeky tastes and incredibly clumsy. He always used to tease me about my looks, making derogatory comments about how I looked like spaghetti or that without an ounce of muscle I was a girl. I was fed up, but what could I do? No doubt years and years of him teasing me had somehow made me get used to it all.

Until the day the glass finally spilled.

– Please, Chris, I want to go to the concert, you know how much I love electronic music!

– I already told you no, shorty - my brother mumbled while I was looking at what clothes I would wear tomorrow for EDC.

One of the most important music concerts, and the one I wanted to go to with all my might. It was clear that I was a fan of the music, although I was also curious about the whole atmosphere there. The guys used to wear clothes so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, suspenders, bows, harnesses. It looked like a gay pride parade if you saw it up close, and I wanted to see it.

– You and your friends have an extra ticket! Let me go! Chris, please! - I begged him while he just ignored me.

– And that ticket we're going to sell, pff. How do you think we're going to pay for part of the other tickets? Reselling is good business.

– Then I'll pay you, sell it to me – I said, almost on the verge of despair.

My brother stopped what he was doing, only to let out a mocking laugh in my face.

– You're not going, silly - he denied still laughing - not even mom and dad are going to let you go in first place.

– Yes they will, just give me the ticket!

– No - he said sharply - I'm not going to sell it to you even if you give me extra money, this is only for real men, not wimps like you - he boasted. Widening his chest with mockery.

I could only press my lips together in anger before leaving his room to lock myself in mine. I felt so much annoyance, anger and rage at that moment, but what could I do? He was older and even worse. He would go to the concert.

Defeated, I sat down on the bed. For a while I was crestfallen until I felt my cell phone buzz, I picked it up to see the loading screen, as if it had just updated. Once it was back to normal, I couldn't help but notice that there was a new app called "Possess". I opened it right away, noticing the slightly odd interface and the app's instructions, "Possess whoever you want. Select the data."

There was a section to enter my data and the other person's data. I felt ridiculous, I even thought it was a virus, although curiosity called me to give it a try. I filled out both fields and clicked the button that said "Own", it just kept loading. And nothing happened within a minute, I clicked the button again to get the same result over and over again.

Annoyed, I threw my phone across the room, to close my eyes, tired and sad that I couldn't go to the concert of my dreams.

The next morning, I felt very different. Heavy... yet strangely invigorated, I opened my eyes, confused as I looked around, I was no longer in my room but my brother's room. It smelled of sweat, there were sports posters, cars and so on on the walls, a typical sportsman's room. I stood up confused.

– Chris? - I murmured. Noticing my new baritone.

I looked down, only to find my brother's big muscles that now seemed to be mine

– Oh fuck!

I couldn't help but scream. I began to explore my new body, caressing my pecs and abs, my huge biceps

– God, he is huge!

I smiled in satisfaction at my new body, I even felt the outline of my new member, my unhappy brother certainly got the best genes.

I was still lost in that exploration of myself, with my new smell, I think I could spend hours smelling myself... but then I remembered the concert. Now I could go and there would be nothing to stop me!

Without waiting a second longer, I started getting dressed up for the festival, I would have liked to wear some revealing and tight fitting clothes on my older brother's body... but there was nothing in his closet that would stick to that fantasy, so I just put on some jogger pants, and a sweatshirt tied at the waist, I looked kind of silly.... But hey. My brother's body was hot, who cared if he looked ridiculous, you better see the size of these pecs!

I also put on some sunglasses and painted my new body with neon paint. Once I was ready, I took my brother's car to go straight to the festival. I thought it would be difficult to learn to drive, but the moment I touched the steering wheel, it was like an automatic knowing.

I felt a strange thrill similar to excitement as they scanned my ticket and let me in, the music booming loudly. There were thousands and thousands of people in outlandish costumes, dancing or just chatting. My heart was pounding.

For some reason, I still felt small and misfit, even being in such a huge body; it wasn't long before several people started noticing me, and smiling at me.

They were looking at me. They were... Flirting? For some reason, that seemed to be an adrenaline rush to boost my confidence. I stuck out my chest in a self-centered way, moving through the crowd, smiling at the occasional guy who kept overlooking my body. Gosh... it felt so good to be this muscular.

The rest of the evening and day I did nothing but dance, listen to the music and admire my new attributes from time to time.

Caressing my pecs, or feeling my arms. Or my scent, it took all my willpower not to start sniffing and licking my armpits right there. Although, what if I did? Others would surely be attracted to all the acting of this body, after all, I now had the physique of a god.

I also loved noticing how other guys would try to flirt with me, carelessly squeezing my biceps or directly staying inches away from my lips with theirs.

One even almost got to sniffing my armpit under the pretext that it was a joke!

God, it's so great to be my big brother!

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Bass Drop: Body Swap

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar.

Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Bass Drop: Body Swap (Versión Español)

Odiaba a mi hermano. Era cinco años mayor que yo, y definitivamente éramos polos opuestos en todo sentido. Si alguna vez nos vieras por la calle, creo que nunca pensarías qué tendríamos algún lazo sanguíneo; y en personalidad, era lo mismo.

Él era el típico deportista: grande, fuerte, musculoso y guapo, tenía a las chicas a sus pies y todo le salía bien.

Y por otro lado estaba yo. Delgado, pequeño, con gustos frikis e increíblemente torpe. Siempre solía burlarse de mí por mi aspecto, haciendo comentarios despectivos sobre qué parecía un spaguetti o que sin un gramo de músculos era una niña. Estaba harto. ¿Pero qué podía hacer? Sin duda años y años de él molestándome habían hecho que de cierta forma, me acostumbrará a todo ello.

Hasta el día que el vaso terminó por derramarse.

— ¡Por favor, Chris! ¡Quiero ir al concierto, sabes lo mucho que me gusta la música electrónica!

— Ya te dije que no, enano – mi hermano murmuró mientras veía que ropa usaría mañana para el EDC.

Uno de los conciertos de música más importantes, y al cual quería ir con todas mis fuerzas. Era claro que era fanático de la música, aunque también sentía curiosidad por todo el ambiente que se daba ahí. Los chicos solían usar ropas tan ajustadas que no dejaban nada a la imaginación, tirantes, lazos, arneses. Parecía un desfile del orgullo gay si lo veías bien de cerca, y quería verlo.

— ¡Tú y tus amigos tienen un boleto de sobra! ¡Déjame ir! ¡Chris, por favor! – le supliqué mientras él sólo me ignoraba.

— Y ese boleto lo vamos a vender, pff. ¿Cómo crees que vamos a pagar parte de los otros boletos? Revender es un buen negocio.

— Entonces te lo pago, vendemelo a mí – dije, casi al borde de la desesperación.

Mi hermano dejó de hacer lo que estaba realizando, sólo para soltar una carcajada burlona en mi cara.

— No vas a ir, tonto – negó aun riéndose – ni siquiera papá y mamá te van a dejar ir en primer lugar.

— ¡Sí lo harán, ya dame el boleto!

— No – dijo tajante – No te lo voy a vender ni aunque me des dinero de más, esto sólo es para hombres de verdad, no debiluchos como tú – se jacto. Ensanchando su pecho con burla.

Sólo pude apretar los labios con rabia antes de salir de su habitación para encerrarme en la mía. Sentía tanta molestia, ira y rabia en aquel momento, ¿pero qué podía hacer? Él era mayor y aun peor. Él iría al concierto.

Derrotado, me senté en la cama. Por un rato dure cabizbajo hasta que sentí como mi celular zumbo, lo levante para ver la pantalla de carga, como si se acabará de actualizar. Una vez volvió a la normalidad, no pude evitar notar que había una nueva aplicación llamada "Possess". La abrí de inmediato, notando la interfaz un poco rara y las instrucciones de la aplicación: "Posee a quién tu desees. Selecciona los datos"

Había una sección para meter mis datos y los de la otra persona. Me sentía ridículo, incluso pensé que se trataba de un virus, aunque la curiosidad me llamaba a intentarlo. Llene ambos campos y le di clic al botón que decía "Poseer", se quedó cargando. Y nada pasó en un minuto, volví a darle clic al botón para tener el mismo resultado una y otra vez. Molesto, lance mi teléfono al otro lado de la habitación, para cerrar mis ojos, cansado y triste por no poder ir al concierto de mis sueños.

A la mañana siguiente, me sentí muy distinto. Pesado... aunque extrañamente vigorizado, abrí los ojos, confundido al mirar a mi alrededor, ya no estaba en mi habitación sino que era la de mi hermano. Olía a sudor, había posters de deportes, carros y demás en las paredes, el típico cuarto de un deportista. Me levanté confundido.

— ¿Chris?... – murmuré. Notando mi nuevo barítono. Baje la mirada, sólo para encontrar los grandes músculos de mi hermano que ahora parecían ser míos – ¡Oh carajo!

No pude evitar gritar. Comencé a explorar mi nuevo cuerpo, acariciando mis pectorales y abdominales, mis enormes bíceps. ¡Dios, era enorme! Sonreí satisfecho ante mi nuevo cuerpo, incluso sentí el contorno de mi nuevo miembro, el infeliz de mi hermano sin duda se llevó los mejores genes.

Aun estaba perdido en aquella exploración de mi mismo, con mi nuevo olor, creo que podría pasar horas oliendome a mi mismo... pero entonces recordé el concierto. ¡Ahora podré ir y no habría nada que lo impidiera!

Sin esperar ni un segundo más, comencé a arreglarme para el festival, me hubiera gustado usar algunas prendas reveladoras y ajustadas en el cuerpo de mi hermano mayor... pero no había nada en su closet que se apegara a esa fantasía, así que sólo me puse unos pantalones jogger, y una sudadera amarrada a la cintura, me veía algo tonto... Pero hey. El cuerpo de mi hermano era ardiente, ¿a quien le importaba que se viera ridículo? ¡Mejor ve el tamaño de estos pectorales!

También me coloque unos lentes de sol y pinte mi nuevo cuerpo con pintura neón. Una vez estuve listo, tomé el automóvil de mi hermano para irme directo al festival. Pensé que sería difícil aprender a manejar, pero al momento de tocar el volante, fue como en automático saberlo.

Sentí una extraña emoción similar a la excitación al ver como escaneaban mi boleto y me dejaban acceder, la música retumbaba con fuerza. Había miles y miles de personas con trajes extrafalarios, bailando o sólo charlando. Mi corazón latía con fuerza. Por alguna razón, aun me sentía pequeño e inadaptado, aun estando en un cuerpo tan enorme; no pasó mucho tiempo antes de que varias personas comenzaran a fijarse en mí, y a sonreírme.

Me estaban viendo. Me estaban... ¿Coqueteando? Por alguna razón, eso pareció ser un flujo de adrenalina para potenciar mi confianza. Saqué el pecho de forma egocéntrica, avanzando entre la multitud, sonriendo a uno que otro chico que se quedaba viendo de más mi cuerpo. Cielos... se sentía tan bien ser así de musculoso.

El resto de la tarde y del día no hice más que bailar, escuchar la música y admirar de vez en cuando mis nuevos atributos. Acariciando mis pectorales, o sintiendo mis brazos. O mi aroma, requería de toda mi fuerza de voluntad no ponerme a oler y lamer mis axilas ahí mismo. Aunque, ¿y sí lo hacía que? Otros seguro se sentirían atraídos a todo el actuar de este cuerpo, después de todo, ahora tenía el físico de un dios.

Me encantaba también notar como otros chicos trataban de coquetearme, descuidadamente apretando mis bíceps o directamente quedándose a centímetros de mis labios con los de ellos. ¡Incluso uno casi se pone a oler mi axila con el pretexto que era una broma!

¡Dios, es tan genial ser mi hermano mayor!

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Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola.

Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra. Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Aun estoy en proceso de mudanza por las limitaciones de la aplicación pero quiero ver primero que tanto se puede conservar aquí.

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

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[possesseddesires]

Mudanza

English: Hi everyone, I don't know how many will be able to see this post, but it's like an announcement that I will be moving my account because the application is making me shadowban. Also, I may have to publish the "complete" stories in some other platform like blogspot; I hope you can follow me there too. Thank you

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Español: Hola a todos, no sé cuantos logren ver este post, pero es cómo un comunicado de que me estaré mudando de cuenta debido a que la aplicación me está haciendo shadowban. De igual forma, tal vez también tenga que publicar las historias "completas" en alguna otra plataforma cómo blogspot; espero que también puedan seguirme allá.

Gracias