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Devoted Obsession

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Devoted Obsession

Myssie adored Corey.

They both attended the same university, studied the same major, and she had practically been in love with him since… forever. Perhaps she had spied on his applications and meticulously crafted her own to ensure they were perfectly matched. It had been a complete “coincidence” when they both ended up at the same university, in the same classroom, taking the same courses, everything the same.

If they hadn't ended up in the same room or wing, it was because there were rules of coexistence that even she couldn't circumvent. But that wasn't an obstacle for her; sooner or later, she would have Corey.

Or so she thought two years ago. She was almost halfway through their degree, and the guy wouldn't even look at her to ask for the time. He wasn't arrogant; on the contrary, he was warm, kind, and gentle. But it turned out Myssie was too clumsy and shy to approach him and speak without stumbling over her words. And unfortunately for her, other girls on campus were taking advantage of this. It turned out that putting the best "dish" on the menu within everyone's reach hadn't been the best plan. What she had worked so hard to put in his path was now slipping through her fingers.

The girl lay in her room, staring blankly at the ceiling. Luckily, her roommate had gone out to a party or something, leaving her to her thoughts. She was fiddling with a pendant hanging from her neck, a trinket she had received in a Friendship Day’s exchange. Of course, it hadn't been given to her by just anyone; it had been from Corey. In fact, maybe that's where her fervent interest in him had come from; it was shaped like a heart, and although she could have interpreted it in any other way, she decided to melt with love for him as if there were no tomorrow. The girl continued to move it from side to side, wondering what to do. Should she try to talk to him more? Flirt with him? What could she do? She wanted Corey to be hers, more than anything in the world.

Her hand wrapped around the pendant, squeezing it tightly. She wanted him all to herself, for no one else; she needed him, she wanted him. The heart-shaped pendant began to heat up little by little, until it burned her hand. The girl pulled the necklace away, startled, got out of bed confused, and looked at her hand. The heart mark was barely visible. She touched the symbol again, but it was completely cold. Missy was confused. Maybe she was hallucinating, and it was better to sleep. She shook her head, turned off the lights, and lay back on her silk sheets, closing her eyes and repeating her wish. She wanted Corey for herself, and no one else.

Until she fell asleep.

Early morning was underway. Her soft snores filled the room before her body made a strange, abnormal movement, as if her back were about to break. She groaned, a mixture of gasping and wheezing, without waking up at all. A small lump formed in her stomach and slowly began to rise to her chest and throat, climbing with grunts and guttural sounds. From her tongue, a pink mist shot up to the ceiling, disappearing from the girls' room. Missy's body fell peacefully back onto the mattress as if nothing had happened.

Pink smoke wound its way around the school campus, passing through the dormitories like a fox sniffing something, following a trail. Slowly, it advanced directly to one of the dorm windows, piercing the wall to reveal Corey's sleeping body. His roommate slept beside him, equally asleep in the entire situation around.

The mist watched him for a while until it finally lunged at Corey. The guy's mouth fell open, his eyes rolled back to white as his body twisted and moved abnormally. Gasps and moans were muffled by the force of air that rushed into him with the power of a tornado. The guy couldn't offer even the slightest resistance; his fingers twisted in vain. He let out one last gasp before the last bit of air finally entered him. A pink energy filled the room for a blink before he drifted back to sleep.

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New You

The day had been awful, too many projects at university, annoying and stupid classmates. All I wanted was to get home and rest, finally lie down in bed and…

— Tanner?!

— Ah, dude! There you are, how are you? – I saw my “brother” lying on his bed wearing nothing but tight underwear that showed off his thick, heavy legs, those thighs like ham. He was also wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off his biceps with those hairy armpits and… UGH! What the hell was that smell?! It was similar to dampness, mixed with something more rancid and sour, like the smell of a locker room that hadn't been cleaned in weeks. He was casually moving his bare feet from side to side while he seemed to be taking pictures on his phone.

— Jacob? What the hell are you doing here?! You were supposed to have left Tanner's body yesterday.

— Oh yeah, about that… I was thinking maybe you wouldn't mind if I stayed here a little longer, or would you?

— What the hell are you talking about?! I told you to leave, you can't be inside him, he has a… A life!

— And didn't you want me to help you with the laundry problems you both had and all that? – you smiled somewhat smugly.

— And what help?! You're just as smelly and stinky now! When was the last time you took a bath?

— Heh, I don't know – you shrugged, somewhat disinterested, opening your legs a little and playing with those enormous feet, they felt so wet and funny, you'd spent all morning playing with them, smelling them, licking them… You had no idea your best friend's brother was so flexible! Considering he's a behemoth, haha.

— You're leaving right now.

— Nah, I don't think so.

— What?!

— You let me in, now you're going to have to let me stay.

— Jacob, I'm not in the mood for games. Get out of him, right now.

— Or what? I bet you don't know how to expel my soul from his body. If you did, you wouldn't have told me to do it "voluntarily", so, nah. Screw your pleas and your older brother's life. I'll do whatever I want with these massive muscles – you flexed your arms before slamming your hands down to slap the insides of your thighs hard, making them jiggle like jelly – It was your fault for asking me to possess your brother's body when you could have just talked to him, but damn, I have to thank you. Without you, none of this would have been possible.

You just winked at him with a mocking smile, licking your lips before showing off those damn perfect, big muscles that were now yours again. You couldn't wait to take them for a spin. You'd spent most of the previous night taking pictures, uploading them to gay dating sites, and doing other perverted things. Ah… This would be a fun life.

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Internal Affairs Division (IAD)

Summer vacation always meant fun, sand, sea, piña coladas, and sculpted bodies swaying. But it also included… its dangers, more specifically, body snatching.

Hundreds upon hundreds of reports of clandestine body swaps, along with some inexperienced individuals possessing bodies left and right, had the police department drowning in paperwork. Some cases were lighter than others, but all were a walking danger.

At that time of year, every corner of the city was plastered with ads, flyers, shop windows, and anything else that could "alert" the public.

But, well, what can you do in those situations? Tell the snatcher he can't take yours?

— Alright, listen up, I want everyone in their seats, let’s start the meeting – Captain Ross murmured gravely, gripping his tactical belt tightly as it sagged slightly under the weight of his holster. It still felt… unusual to feel his pants sagging. He’d been so used to having a beer belly that now, inhabiting the body of an athletic twenty-something, could break the monotony a bit, thanks to the police force improvement program, Project Gemini.

— I’d better have some good news – Officer Aaron muttered, rolling his eyes and slumping in his seat. On any other day, Ross would have practically slapped him for such insubordination, but he understood his men’s exhaustion; the piles of reports just kept coming in, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The man inhaled, trying to stay calm as he grabbed a remote control and pressed it to start the presentation.

— The victim's name is Steve Anderson. He's currently in the body of a 50-year-old office worker with a gigantic belly. The guy's acting crazy, claiming he was leaving the gym when the robbery occurred via a handshake. We suspect the body used to commit the crime isn't the thief's original body either; it's possibly a swapper. The latest reports of "Steve's" location place us on beaches along the country's south coast. More than ten charges have been made to his credit card for hotel stays, flights, purchases at swimsuit shops, and even some adult stores.

— Looks like someone's been busy, huh? I'd make a run for it too, with the size of those things – one of the subordinates muttered, causing the others to burst into deep laughter. The captain tensed his fingers.

— Oh, come on, Tennyson, it's not like you weren't possessed a month ago and left dancing in a dive bar with the "sexy cop" starring.

Laughter erupted again as the presentation changed.

— The victims' names are unknown, but they all report waking up one day in different places, some more… comfortable than others, but they all share a similar modus operandi while being possessed, so it could be the same jumper; the same look, attitude, and poses.

The victims state they don't know when those photos were uploaded to their social media. Some were fired from their jobs for being absent, others are trying to initiate legal proceedings with their banks to argue "breach of trust", among other things.

— And… are we just supposed to look at these cases like we're flipping through a magazine? What are we supposed to do?

— In these cases, unfortunately, there's nothing more we can do than establish a perimeter, increase security at hotels and airports, and hope that something gives away the jumper or potential swapper. We have no leads, no details beyond the statements and evidence.

— ... Then nothing – The superior rolled his eyes and switched back to the presentation.

— In solved cases, which are the ones that concern them most instead of stuffing yourselves with donuts and playing around in patrol cars with your new bodies, apparently; we had a report of a guy in college whose brother stole his body to go on a beach trip with his boyfriend.

It seems he returned his brother's body safely, without a scratch, other than a little pain “back there” – the silence in the room was almost cold – Well, if you want action, here are our big fish.

The presentation abruptly changed to show three columns with photographs of each "wanted" person's actual body, some taken from social media, others even from while they were being processed (although the fact that they were still "active" meant that most likely they had managed to escape in the body of some muscular police officer, heading straight for freedom).

— First we have "Bread," we don't know his real name, his alias is all we have.

— Is his name... Bread? Literally like a loaf of bread?

— Yes, Tennyson. Now, if you stop opening your mouth to ask stupid questions, the rest of us can proceed with the meeting, if you don't mind. The bodies he's been occupying have mostly been Asian, muscular, all with nerdy vibes but pecs as big as melons. His possessions had been somewhat isolated, but they've reappeared all along the east coast. This is the vessel he's currently controlling.

He's moved away from the beach area and deeper into the wooded and hiking areas. We lost track of him three days ago. He possibly escaped in another vessel. Unfortunately for us, a group of Japanese exchange students was in the area. One of them "disappeared" with all his belongings, so it's easy to connect the dots.

The other officers in the crisis room began taking notes in their notebooks at Ross' command. The atmosphere had changed abruptly, like a sudden downpour on a sunny summer day.

— We have other reports of similarly Asian body snatchings in the area. We're not yet sure of the target, but we believe it could be another jumper nicknamed “Warhawk”. He's been on a streak of muscular guys with Asian features, almost crossing the country.

His modus operandi is to swap bodies through kisses, so we have a dozen nerds, athletes, Asians, family men, and office workers in the wrong bodies. He's literally leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. He's one of our top priorities.

The presentation changed once again, this time showing the image of a Canadian guy. At first glance, he didn't seem strange, like any other citizen of the country: friendly, middle-aged.

— Then we have “Jake”, another jumper, damn addicted to scent and with a very marked preference for bodies – he pointed to the photos of different guys with brown and tanned skin below him – Latinos.

He usually focuses his activities on countries like Mexico and further south in Latin America; however, his activity has begun to increase.

Recent reports even show activity in Italy, but locally, there are testimonies from men who don't remember how they got to the beaches, whose bodies ended up dumped in the middle of the street.

And some strange videos of others exploring themselves in the street, sniffing each other's armpits and testing the "merchandise".

— He's another one of our top priorities. Hopefully, we can trap him. We just need him to possess the wrong body so we can lock him up with a phase-control device. That will inhibit his powers, and we hope it can keep him in check for a while. That is, if he's still in the country; otherwise, it'll be someone else's problem.

— And what about… – one of the less experienced officers picked up one of the files from the table – Ryan… Thomas? – he murmured, raising an eyebrow slightly, as he slid the envelope back in.

— UK, he was an employee of CORPUS, Inc. until he stole an experimental device. He's also one of our top priorities.

— For stealing a… device? Wouldn't that be more of an internal company matter?

— They came to us to track him down, and no, it's not just any device. It's a portable skin suit creator. It works like an injection; you just have to administer a 10ml dose to the cervical area of the body, and automatically, the body will transform into a custom-made suit.

Basically, he's been traveling the world collecting suits. His suitcase must be full of borrowed skins. The danger lies in the fact that, so far, we don't know how to return the victims to their normal state.

We recovered a suit from a guy in California, but most likely he left it there by accident or on purpose. Following the trail he's leaving, he may have at least 15 identities under his control, of which we've only identified five. He's a walking chameleon.

The officer brought his hand to the space between his eyebrows, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself for a moment. The map was covered in notes, points, sightings – it was literally like watching twenty flanks at once. He inhaled again, trying to continue with the presentation. The worst part was yet to come.

— The highest priority case is… We have no record of the name, when his activity began, or even what it is. We only know that we captured one on a beach in Puerto Vallarta.

— What do you mean by “one”?

— It's a case of possession, committed by the same person. From the little information we've gathered, we know the criminal is 23 years old, male, Mexican. He most likely studies communications or something like that.

— Why is this case relevant? It's like the other isolated possessions and body swaps; this isn't important.

— Well, I have a surprise for you because this guy is like a walking hive mind. We don't know what he was exposed to; he only mentions being in a forest when he saw a shooting star approaching. The supposed star turned out to be a meteorite that crashed near where he was. He went to see it, and… the rest is history.

— I still don't understand why this-

— The guy can possess whoever he wants, okay?! And the problem is that he doesn't leave the body he previously occupied, but rather multiplies. His consciousness is moving between different bodies at the same time. We don't know how he does it, or what other locations he's in. The part we managed to capture refuses to speak. We're trying to do experiments based on hypnosis, but they're not yielding results.

— B-But…

— It's dangerous because he could do anything and be anyone. Nothing prevents him from possessing a member of the secret service, a senator, or even the president. Is it clear to you now why he's so damn dangerous? He's literally a walking swarm!

— But is he… evil?

— Oh, I don't know, I didn't stop to ask him, Tennyson. I forgot to sit down and play tea with him and tell him if his intentions were good or bad so he could go home. What do you think?! I want finding him to be your top priority. I want the entire cybersecurity department examining every story and every post that feels abnormal. I want the security of senior staff improved with verbal identification codes. Whatever it is, he's a mole who could appear at any moment.

— And is he… being watched? I mean, all the time?

— David's in charge. He's trying to get him to talk. He's watching the cell.

Silence settled back into the room, tense as the buzz of a fly would have broken the almost sepulchral atmosphere.

— What? What's going on?

— Sir… Um… David's not here.

— What do you mean he's not here? His only job was to take care of that! Where is he?!

— Um… He… He booked his vacation, his wife says he hasn't been home for four nights.

Captain Ross started to turn pale.

— Quick, I want every agent at the airport, I want cameras, track him, he can't get away!

— Um… Are you sure this is a good idea? – “David” muttered as he settled into his airplane seat, wearing only a long-sleeved compression shirt, tiny red shorts, and long socks. He felt so damn uncomfortable, like a giant trying to fit his enormous buttocks into a tiny chair. His anxious gaze wandered between the window, the aisle, and the flight attendants.

— Yeah, nobody suspects anything yet. By the time they find out, you'll be three countries away – a voice in his mind replied in a deep but cheerful tone. He could feel the water lapping at his feet, although, well, that was impossible because he was on a plane.

— But…

— Relax, don't you trust yourself?

The connection with his other “self” was happening almost thousands of miles away, while that clone enjoyed his fifth piña colada of the day, his feet submerged in the pool with the sea in front of him. Without a doubt, of all his mental copies, he had hit the jackpot. Not only had he ended up in the sculpted body of a tourist, but he was also rich! He could squander his newfound money on as many drinks, meals, and hotel stays as he wanted.

Who was going to suspect a thing?

And best of all, he didn't have to worry about gaining weight. That guy's metabolism was like a chimney; it didn't matter how much fat and sugar got in the way, it all burned off perfectly, without ruining those perfect abs or those plump pecs. Damn, how he loved them.

— Yeah, but it doesn't help much that I'm inside a cop's body, fuck. I literally have his life savings in the bank account, how am I not going to raise suspicions? – he muttered under his breath, occasionally lifting his cell phone to pretend he was on a call.

— Pfft, relax. You just have to cover your tracks. Aren’t you excited about your new life? You’ll literally never be alone again! Hahaha, we’ll figure things out later. Just… try not to possess anyone else, it would be very awkward if this place were filled with more than eight voices at once.

— Why are you the leader?

— Because I’m the first, I guess. So, relax, big guy. Don’t you see the others are stressed, do you?

The new officer, David, snorted, turning his gaze to the window to stay calm, adjusting his new, muscular body, closing his eyes, and inhaling. At least he had a good body…

Scattered around the world were his other five versions, each in a different body. How had that happened? He hadn't the faintest idea. His body had literally turned into stardust. He tried to ask for help, and that's where he found him: muscular, with almost model-like black hair, perfect teeth, broad back, defined shoulders, and wide, damn fat pecs.

And from there… The rest began to unfold. How? He still had no clue.

He'd just had to pretend a little and change the story to cover his tracks. Obviously, none of it had happened in a forest; he'd been at the beach, trying to collect seashells at night, and bam!

Now… he just had to relax, enjoy those sculpted bodies he now inhabited. It was a little stressful never having silence in his mind, but it was worth it… What would it be like if two of his versions crossed paths and interacted? Damn, even his mind was filled with so many possibilities… Well, there's only one way to prove it.

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There are a few appearances from readers, friends, and others who had requested to be part of CORPUS, Inc. stories. However, it was a bit… complicated due to scheduling conflicts, other stories, and I had to optimize the space as best I could.

Even so, I hope you enjoyed the appearances. To those I couldn't include in this story, I'm very sorry, but I'll try to bring you new stories and situations soon.

This story ended up being somewhat… confusing to write. I started with one idea and ended up with a VERY different one, haha, but I think I liked the result and I even think it has the potential to become something more. But what do you think?

Would you like to see more about this possible new “series”?

Yes!

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There are already too many series, thank you

Remaining time: 23 hours 41 minutes

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Sucker Invasion

Holy shit! I have no idea what just got into my brother!

A few hours ago, we were about to go camping outside the house. Yeah, I know, it was a silly tradition we had between us.

We were about to roast marshmallows when we saw something light up in the sky. I thought it was a shooting star, until I saw that fireball hurtling toward me.

Troy had to move me out of the way. The hole the smoking ball made was small, like a soccer ball. We approached cautiously. I don't know when something launched itself at me. It looked like some kind of spider.

It tried to lunge at my face, but again, my brother got in the way. He just wasn't fast enough to stop that creature, and even if he had been… What followed was pretty disturbing.

The creature gripped his mouth and nose like forceps, holding them wide open with its legs as it forced a liquid inside. All I could hear was him gagging, the substance escaping from the corners of his mouth, mingling with his spilled saliva.

His eyes were white as he spasmed, and the thing maintained its grip until it finally plunged inside him. My brother struggled with what little strength he had left, but he seemed almost drugged. He quickly collapsed to the floor, convulsing, his body twisting and his bones cracking as the alien went deeper and deeper. Until he lay still.

I ran inside for the phone to call for help. But who could I call?! 911? NASA?! WHAT WAS I GOING TO DO? I suppose my uncertainty gave the thing the time it needed to stand up. As soon as I peeked out with the phone in my hand, it was gone.

I heard a noise coming from inside the house, specifically from my room… I went upstairs carefully. I had nothing to defend myself with but a simple phone; it was ridiculous.

I saw the light on in my room, followed by noises. They sounded almost animalistic and guttural, frantic gasps and squeals accompanied by the creaking of my bedsprings. When I peeked through the door, I found my brother's body on my bed. His clothes were scattered on the floor, but the worst part, without a doubt, was seeing what he had in his hand, or rather, between his legs... Oh fuck...

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Haunted: Wherefore art thou Romeo

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. All the stories features only adult characters. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Previously on Haunted:

It's revealed that the one who's been inside Peter's body all this time, distracting "Benji" (or rather, the intruder in his body), has been Rex. This was all to buy Tobias and the others more time to investigate without raising suspicion. With Zeke, Brady, and Daniel ruled out, only one person remains in the equation to find out where he is: Marco.

However, it seems Rex's time is running out, increasingly drained by the constant possession, and he's beginning to fade away little by little.

Previous part: Haunted - Impostors

Haunted: Wherefore art thou Romeo

— Come on. You have to move forward. What terrifies you so much? – Tobias looked at Julian, confused. He wasn't moving. They were standing in front of the auditorium. This was Marco's sanctuary, his safe place. If he wasn't there, it meant... that he was inside Benji.

— I-I… – Julian wasn't a coward, much less hesitant. If the situation demanded it, he was capable of going all in to get what was needed. He never gave up; his own death was clear proof of that.

— Jules...?

The man's eyes were wide, his irises trembling. Adrenaline coursed through his veins like fuel.

— I-I can't – he whispered, turning back and running down the hallway.

Tobias’ eyes wide with shock, yelled at him to come back. The athlete ignored him, feeling the heat of his blood rush to his cheeks, staining his skin. He clutched his jacket, hyperventilating, and kept running until his legs gave out, collapsing inside the privacy of a janitor's closet.

— S-shit.

Why had he run? Why had he been a coward? His lower lip trembled, his stomach was in such a tight knot that it hurt to breathe, he felt like everything around him was shifting and pressing against him. He tried to grab onto the walls as if trying to stop himself from being crushed.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't. He didn't believe Marco was capable of such a thing. He was his friend, his best friend. He had supported him with Benji, gotten him the costume for Halloween, the birthday party, everything. Why would he do something like that? Why would he betray him to such a degree? He didn't want to think about the possibilities, but… They hadn't seen each other in almost two months. For Julian, that might have been normal; Marco used to disappear into the auditorium for weeks if they were preparing a play, even more so if it was a musical. But now, his usual routine didn't help matters much; besides, why wouldn't he take this opportunity? If Benjamin's body could be his ticket out, would he waste it?

Would he really let Broadway go? A brilliant career in theater, under the spotlights, surrounded by roses, paparazzi, critics fawning over him, and always having the lead role? Even if Benji's body had two left feet and the voice of a magpie, under Marco's control, he'd be dancing perfectly in a few weeks and holding the note on the bridge of "The Winner Takes It All".

If he himself weren't in love with Ben, he surely would have taken the opportunity to return to sports without a second thought.

But if Marco was in there, it meant that… He had lost the only friend he had left. He hadn't spoken to Elliot since Halloween, and the way things had ended, maybe there was no going back. It had hurt, it had devastated him to lose his friend, the guy who always played chess while watching him practice on the court, the one who he defended when Brady and Daniel started to cross the line, even the one who he was always in the library even though he hated reading.

But Marco was… Different.

When Julian became a ghost, it was… Chaotic. Going from being alive, being the captain of the team, the talk of the town, and the star of the Institute to being… Dust. It's not what anyone is prepared for. He crumbled. And he wouldn't have climbed out of that hole if it hadn't been for Marco.

And from then on, they had been inseparable, always supporting each other. Marco could possess some athlete if Jules wanted to play soccer, even if he didn't know how to stop the ball without getting hit in the face, or Julian could be in the body of the musical's co-star if Marco needed his "muse." Always together, always as one.

Facing the possibility that she had lost him was almost agonizing.

He would have Benji, but… at what cost? To be left without friends? Rex, Zeke, and Tobias were his boyfriend's friends, not his; Brady was a complete no-go; Daniel would drive him crazy sooner or later; the other ghosts didn't even dare look at him. What was he going to do?

— Are you… okay? – Tobias cautiously slipped through the door, his hands clasped together like a shy mole.

— Go away – Jules murmured reluctantly, his chest still rising and falling, clinging to his legs so tightly that his skin turned red.

— I…

— Just go away, Tobias! You have no idea what I feel! – he yelled, his face red, his eyes glassy, tears welling up and catching on his eyelashes – Just… just go, please.

The ghost observed the other, lying on the ground, defeated, anguish reflected in every cell of his being. His hair, no longer his usual perfect style, was now disheveled. He was about to take a step back, swallowing hard.

— I... I understand you.

— What do you know about friends if you don't have any? – Their eyes met. Julian knew he'd crossed a line. Tobias just inhaled, trying to stay calm.

— That's precisely why I understand you – He moved closer to him and sat beside him, fidgeting with his fingers, as if trying to figure out where to begin this whole... speech – I failed my only friend.

— You... failed him? What are you talking about, Tobias? – Jules turned to look at him, frowning – I literally had to separate you from Daniel. You organized the whole search, you sent Rex, you saved Benji from going out of control during his first possession. How could you fail him?

The two remained silent. Tobias was still playing with his clothes as if it would buy him more time. Perhaps if he counted each seam on his sweater, he could avoid speaking.

— The book is mine.

— The book? What are you talking about?

— The one about the ritual, the suspended soul, all the information about the “Borders”, it's all mine.

Finally, the information made sense to the athlete, who backed away, frightened.

— Y-You? You planned this? – Tobias stared at him, a dark expression in his eyes that slowly crumbled. He lowered his gaze, his face tearful, shaking his head.

— No… It wasn't my intention. I discovered all those things in my early years as a ghost. I was trying to find a way to escape, to… understand what had happened to me – He lowered his gaze.

— Happened…?

Tobias let out a soft, bitter laugh.

— Let’s just say that the Institute's dudes, rituals, dark magic, and sacrifices don’t mix well; nor does trusting that you’ve made friends for the first time – he shook his head – The point is… I spent all my time here studying, devouring every book I could find, tomes on dark magic, necromancy, rituals. I never thought I’d ever see a “Border” with my own eyes. I thought they were myths, or that they were extremely rare. Until Benji showed up and… Well, we all know what happened.

His gaze was fixed on the floor, his nails digging into his palms.

— But… Did you give someone the idea to do it?

— No. I don’t know how the book ended up outside – he whispered – I keep all my things in a locked space, all my research, all my volumes, notes. I must have… I must have been very careless that someone found it, took notes, and… And Ben is like this because of me – His voice cracked like porcelain – It’s my fault it fell into the wrong hands.

Tears began to fall like a waterfall, his pitiful sobs filling the room with a blue, dejected glow. The ghost hugged his own legs; he had never told anyone, not Rex, much less Benji. He would never be brave enough to tell him the truth.

— Hey… – Julian murmured, approaching him to wipe away his tears – This isn’t your fault.

— Of course it is, Jules, you know that – he bit the inside of his cheek as if he wanted to unleash all his pent-up anger on himself – If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have left the key to Pandora's box, your boyfriend wouldn't be in danger, his life wouldn't be at risk, none of this would have happened.

— And you didn't know what could happen. You didn't know someone was going to find it, or even that it would be useful, did you? – The other nodded listlessly – Then stop blaming yourself. You're trying to make amends by finding a solution. You're being a good friend to him.

They both fell silent again for a while, Julian's arm around Tobias's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

— Marco is the only friend I have left – he murmured, his voice barely a whisper – I don't think I could bear it if he's the one inside Ben. It would be... too much for me.

Tobias turned to him for a moment, trying to smile.

— Nothing guarantees it's Marco.

— But what if it is? What if he's not in the auditorium? What if he...?

— There's only one way to find out – The older ghost pulled away slightly to stand up as best he could, brushing the dust off his clothes – I'll be honest, at first I hated you. You were too perfect, good at every sport, charismatic. You reminded me of... the same guys who did everything in the beginning. And when you started dating Benji based on lies, it got even worse. I thought you were like Brady, just trying to play with his feelings, finding a pastime until you got fed up.

— Why didn't you ever tell him the truth?

— Because it wasn't my responsibility, Jules – He was silent for a moment, sighing and shrugging – And then I started to notice that you didn't see him as just anyone. You're truly in love with him. Not just anyone is willing to practically consume themselves just to spend even five minutes with him.

They both chuckled softly. Jules just shook his head, banging it against the shelf of bleach and gloves.

— I don't know how I'm going to tell him the truth. Just thinking about it terrifies me – he exclaimed, cracking his knuckles as if that would lighten the burden his soul carried like a rock on the edge of a precipice – I’m so buried in lies that I know nothing will hold me back when I have to be honest.

Tobias observed him a little longer; he looked like a defeated lion, on the verge of despair, consumed by his own demons. He moved a little closer to him, extending his hand.

— Let's solve one problem at a time, shall we? – He smiled carefully, reaching out to ruffle his hair – You're not alone. Maybe we're not best friends, but you have me for whatever you need, Jules. No matter what.

The captain of the football team looked at him for a moment, a shy smile playing on his lips. He accepted his hand to help himself up, immediately pulling him into a hug.

— Ready? – Julian looked again at the wooden door of the auditorium. It was walnut, barely two meters tall at most, but to him, it looked gigantic. The red curtains surrounding it almost transformed into snakes that could bite him at any moment. Tobias moved closer and carefully took his hand.

— Okay – he nodded.

The athlete inhaled and exhaled carefully, taking a step forward next to the other. The auditorium was dark, the seats empty, the aisles long, the stage imposing, gigantic. Marco was always there, script in hand, spotlight on him.

But now, it was empty. There wasn't a soul there, not in the front row, much less in the technical booth, or in the seats, nobody.

Julian's knees buckled, falling onto the red carpet. His gaze was lost on the stage. How had he done this? Why?

He sobbed silently, shaking his head.

Tobias wanted to stay by his side, but he managed to hear something from the back.

— Come here.

— Leave me alone… He's not here – The oldest ghost heard another murmur.

— Come here – he said, lifting him as best he could; it was almost like trying to pull on a marble column. Pulling him along forcefully, guiding him backstage, behind the heavy curtains, marking the path to the dressing rooms.

— It's useless, Tobias, please let's go, we already know who's inside, we have to get him out, we have to…

— Here I will establish my eternal rest – he heard a soft voice – and shake off from this world-weary flesh the yoke of the enemy stars.

The further they walked, the more clearly he could make it out. He pulled away from Tobias and began to walk faster; he knew those passages, he remembered them.

— What is this? – Julian found himself answering on impulse; he had rehearsed that scene so many times with Marco, he knew it by heart – A cup clutched in the hand of my faithful love, the poison, I see it, has been his untimely end.

— Eyes, look one last time. Arms, give your last embrace.

Marco's voice was as clear as light, and yet Julian felt the path grow long, narrow, and lonely. He pressed on, trying to find his scene partner, his confidant, his best friend.

— Oh, you miser – he smiled – Did you drink it all, leaving not a single friendly drop to help me follow you?

He opened dressing room doors one after another, finding no one inside. The last door was the only way to know if his ears were telling the truth, or if the ghosts in his mind would be the final dagger to pierce his soul.

Slowly, he turned the knob. The room smelled of fresh roses, a hint of mint. There was a gigantic mirror with lights adorning its rim, a sofa at the far end, some makeup on the main table, even a coat on the rack – purple, with too many ruffles.

In the main chair, with their back to him, sat someone, leafing through a script, oblivious to their surroundings.

— And you, lips, gateways of breath – he whispered, searching for a bottle on the table, raising it as if it were a glass, toasting – seal with a legitimate kiss a boundless pact with all-consuming death… – he whispered, bringing it to his lips. He was about to continue the scene when he felt a gaze on his back – Jules?... What are you doing here?

Julian let out a soft laugh and ran to his friend, wrapping him tightly in his arms. Marco frowned, confused, but patted him gently.

— Where were you? – he whispered.

— Um... Here, what's wrong? Is something the matter? – He could see his friend's pale complexion, the dark circles under his eyes, his tears welling up – Are you okay?

— Yeah, I'm fine, I just... I didn't know where you were – he lied. He'd never been so happy to see the guy.

— Here, they're performing Romeo and Juliet. You know I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Marco's last play, the same one he performed before he ended up there. Jules sighed with relief, taking a couple of steps back.

— I'm glad. You'll do fine, man.

— Did you bring... visitors?

Tobias was watching from the shadows of the hallway, his expression... strange.

— Yeah, why don't you come in?

He took a few steps forward, muttering to himself, his gaze darting between Julian, Marco, nowhere, and back again, as if trying to complete an equation.

— Is he okay? Are you guys okay?

— I… – Jules tried to gather his thoughts – Benji isn’t okay. He… He was possessed.

— How? By whom?

— We don’t know, and… That’s not the worst part. It’s like they ripped his soul out of his body. The invader is inside him, and Ben is… basically a ghost.

— But who could have done something like that? It’s… It’s horrible.

— We’ve been trying to find everyone. We know it’s not Brady, not Daniel, not Zeke, not you either, so…

— Elliot’s the one we’re missing – Tobias murmured, finally completing the puzzle – Your other friend is the one inside his body. He’s the invader.

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I'm really excited about the plot; it's truly one of the series I'm most passionate about writing. I hope you love it as much as I do.

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Soul To Hold | Paradise II

Soul To Hold | Paradise II (Final Part)

Soul To Hold | Paradise's second part

— What's wrong, Gale? – I picked up the phone to finally answer his call, almost seven missed calls. I tried to keep my voice steady, not let it crack; there were still too many things to think about. Was I being too selfish for… wanting to rethink my relationship with Parker? What would I do when our family grew? How would I explain to them that their father would be gone for days? Not because he didn't love us, but because someone else was invading his body. Or when we retired, would I still have to chase after him while I tried to stabilize myself with a cane? It was a fucking mess.

— I found some information about lighthouses. I think you want to know. In ancient times they…

— If you're going to tell me they were used to grant people's greatest wishes and last wills, I'm afraid I already know. My boyfriend is a fucking wish-granting fountain. — Well… You're fast, but I think you need to improve your reading comprehension, “Dyl” – he said in a completely mocking tone, letting out a small laugh – The same thing that causes his condition is the same thing that can end it.

— Grant… other people's wishes? Well, now he'll be Santa.

— You know I'm not bothered by your sarcasm, but concentrate, this can literally save your relationship, buddy. It's not in general; he has to grant the last wish of someone very specific, so listen carefully. And what you'll have to do next is find him.

After hanging up with Gale, I went back to the room, and to no one's surprise… Parker wasn't there again; he had completely ignored me. I moved to the lower part of the hotel, through the lobby, the bar, the pool, and… Oh crap.

— Are your muscles always this big? – There were about five guys surrounding him, all of them looking eager to run their slender, smooth hands over his abs and pecs. It was like a Renaissance painting where a demigod was surrounded by nymphs, although in this situation, the delicate nymphs were skinny guys, anxious and desperate to get my "boyfriend's" attention.

— Of course, sweetheart. Want to touch? – Parker flexed his biceps forcefully, bulging them to reveal his smelly armpit. He was acting arrogant, exuding confidence, and… Shit, the smell was reaching me. How long had the guy been inside him? It couldn't have been even an hour. Why did he stink so much?

If I didn't act now, I'd most likely see one of them dive into the water to "attend to" him, or in the worst-case scenario, kiss him, and I didn't want to risk either of those.

— Parker – I raised my hand, forcing an awkward smile. He looked up, his brow furrowed. His admirers, surrounded by him, wore even more hostile expressions, like hyenas defending their prize.

— Do you know him? – one of them murmured. I could only clench my fists, anticipating his response.

— Know me? Ha, he's my boyfriend – I said, putting on the most indignant face I could muster, though it wasn't like I had to fake it much – And I think you're getting a little too close to him, don't you think, guys?

The guys grimaced, scattering into the pool under Parker's offended gaze. His chest gleamed in the water's reflection, a few drops sliding down his hairy pecs and revealing areolas.

— Hey! You guys, where are you going? Come back! – I slowly approached him, his gaze pricked up at my presence, as if I had robbed him of the opportunity of a lifetime – Who the hell do you think you are?

— I should be asking you that. Who the hell are you? I know that body you have isn't yours.

— I-I don't know what you're talking about – his gaze and confidence crumbled, he began to look around as if it were a hidden camera show – What were you smoking? How could it not be me?

I watched him a little longer, the position of his arms, comfortably resting on the water's edge, how he stuck his chest out, though still hunched over slightly. He'd even put a chain around his neck (which I had no idea where he'd gotten it from). To make matters worse for me, Parker wasn't even wearing his collar anymore, though, with or without the collar, they'd still possess him, so… Judging by the way he was behaving, his whole posture, that vibe he was giving off, he was most likely some fat guy staying at our hotel, or who knows, maybe some guy on the plane had just happened to see Parker's body; so many tourists would give anything to possess him.

— Okay, let's keep this simple – I said, placing my hand on his shoulder, hoping Gale's instructions would be… concrete.

— What? Why are you touching me? What's wrong with you?

— Dii fati et fortunae, audite preces meas…

— What are you doing? Wh-what is that?

The tension in his body was palpable. I felt him try to move; I only had one more chance. I gripped his shoulder tighter, rolling my eyes back to sync with his words. Shit, Gale, this better be real.

— Rota, ut volvatur, ut hostis uno tactu mutetur, hodie tantum. Rota mihi in favorem operetur.

« — It’s an old spell. I have no way of knowing if it works because I’m not a beacon, so you’ll have to do it yourself. It’s supposed to be how they could make “the beacon” receive as many souls as possible in a single day in ancient times. Living souls, ghosts, wandering spirits; only… It could all go well, or very badly. There’s no guarantee you’ll find the soul you’re looking for. Also… There’s a possibility that some soul might cling so tightly to its body that you won’t be able to bring Parker back. »

I felt as if my palm and his shoulder began to burn, fused together in some forge. The intruder kept trying to back away in a panic, but our skin was stuck together. I felt the flow of energy rush from my arm to his. He shook his head.

I knew I was risking too much, that it was almost a shot in the dark. But what other choice did I have? I was doing it for us, for Parker. His body twisted, releasing a long, pitiful gasp. His head jerked back, his mouth opening slightly as if he were babbling. His eyes rolled white, and like a slot machine, they seemed to spin. His mouth opened wider. His muscles tensed, his arms stiffened like a robot's, his fingers moving erratically.

« — You can change souls periodically. You must choose a very specific area of their body to transfer to the next one. But listen carefully, Dylan. You only have until sunset. Once the sun dips below the horizon, if you haven't succeeded in time, their body will remain as it is, a vessel for the rest of their days. Are you sure you still want to try? »

I closed my eyes, inhaling and exhaling.

— Hodie tantum. Rota mihi in favorem operetur.

Parker's body finally broke free, collapsing and sinking into the pool water. I quickly approached him and grabbed him by the armpits, pulling him up. As soon as he touched the surface, he gasped for air, bouncing back and pushing me away in confusion.

— What the hell?! – he flailed, his wet hair falling across his forehead. Everything about him was soaked, and he was still struggling to stay afloat. His body felt too heavy for him, like a dolphin just learning to swim. I pulled him as close as I could to the edge of the pool so he could steady himself. Breathing heavily, he looked around – W-Wha-What am I doing here? Shit, did I fall in? – he groaned, clutching his head.

— It's okay, you're fine. Who are you?

According to Gale's research, the spell was part of a ritual involving as many beacons as possible. From dawn, priestesses arranged them in a crescent shape to allow the souls to flow one after another, fulfilling two functions: to celebrate the ephemeral nature of life alongside the spark of desires, and to give the lighthouses the opportunity to finally release their mystical work.

The priestesses had absolute control to know who was in each body, whether a lost soul, a deceased person, someone from the city itself, or even an invader; all to maintain better control.

Parker's eyes met mine, confused. I was surely about to protest when his eyes went out of focus again, as if in a glitch, and his jaw twisted.

— I work here… I'm a room attendant…

— Why is this body receiving you today?

— Envy... He doesn't have to work, he doesn't have to put up with rude and arrogant customers, he just has to be sexy... I want what he has – he muttered in a monotone, his gaze completely lost, though when he finished the sentence, his expression returned to normal, as did his eyes.

He remained confused for a moment until his gaze fell upon his torso, a gigantic smile spreading across his lips.

— Holy shit! Hahaha! No way, this is... Oh my god! – The other guests were looking at us, confused, somewhat annoyed, and well, I didn't blame them.

"Parker" was digging his new fingers into his fat pecs, with a more than delighted smile, letting out giggles as if he were unveiling the gift of his dreams. He pressed them again, making them bounce and playing with them, his tongue sticking out. He looked like a complete pervert.

I let out a soft sigh. This day would be the worst of my life…

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Skin Drift

If I just waited for my uncle to go on vacation, to land after an exhausting trip, and fall asleep so I could project my consciousness onto him and possess his body? Yes, that's exactly what I did. Do I feel bad? Not at all.

My uncle was an idiot, always bragging about his achievements and the luxuries he'd acquired by maxing out his credit card, drowning in debt but still driving the latest model car, having a designer cell phone, and eating out every day. Why did that bother me? I mean, at the end of the day, it was his card, not mine.

Well, because apparently his "great" lifestyle was worthy of admiration, and if the rest of us didn't share it, that meant we were losers and unambitious. His constant criticism at the dinner table drove me crazy – about not saving, about putting your money into investments, and other financial nonsense that was more talk than action. But the final straw was when, as always, he criticized my sexuality, saying things like my father hadn't been firm enough in raising me, my mother had been too protective, or I hadn't met the right gurl to stop being a fag.

The utter fool dared to criticize the food we always ate, to say that the bed was too hard, that everything was a mess in the house, when we let him stay, eat for free and do practically nothing while "his business took off". He was a bedbug who enjoyed sucking the vitality and happiness of others at the expense of their wallets as well.

So… I guess you reap what you sow, right?

— Damn, you've got a great body, don't you think? – I smiled, sitting in front of the mirror, legs wide open so my member could slap against the seat in that tight swimsuit. My uncle might have been an idiot, but he had a fantastic body: tanned skin, abs. Maybe he wasn't huge, but with his attractive face and matching beard and mustache, he had more than enough to work with…

— I bet you'd be going crazy if you saw everything I'm doing to your body, wouldn't you? – I lowered the index finger of his right hand along the cleft between his pecs. The sensation made me let out a soft, brief gasp that felt like touching the stars. I felt my more mature masculinity now throb, needing more. I gasped a little more, sliding my free hand against his areolas to focus two fingers on the area. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and whimper like there was no tomorrow.

I had no idea that area was so sensitive, or that my uncle's gasps would sound like a fucking symphony to my ears.

All the swimsuits he'd picked out for the trip were shorts and long swim trunks. I had to throw them away and use his credit card to buy new things, the one he was always bragging about. I wouldn't be dressed like your average uncle on my summer vacation-

I'd never felt a more fucking exciting sensation than watching the number on the register climb endlessly, swiping a card, and not having to worry a damn about paying a thing!

I made sure to buy designer linen clothes, tight swimsuits to show off my new tool and my buttocks. For a middle-aged straight man, what my uncle had in the back was fucking huge, a fluffy cake eager for the locals to bury their faces in it and squeeze while their poor, "helpless and deluded" tourist panted until dawn.

I know I'm sadistic to dangerously high levels with someone who's family, my own blood, but do you really blame me for wanting to go this far? I can do whatever I want with him! Like he's my flesh puppet, if I want him to stand up, he does; if I want to swim in his body, I'll do it; or if I want to act like a complete idiot on the highway and stick my tongue out while I slobber all over my new pants, go for it! Hahaha.

What would stop me? Social anxiety, public panic, getting arrested for indecency? Nah, one snap of a finger and I'd be hundreds of miles away in the safety of my room with, if anything, just a headache.

But until then, or until “my” credit card maxes out, I'll stay here, enjoying this fantastic vacation for "me". I love how the sand feels under my skin, the refreshing waves of the sea, or that burning yet comforting sensation of the sun, the sea breeze filling my lungs.

Also, I love how everyone's eyes are on me – a simple waiter, the guy who always makes my bed, the neighbor across the hall, or some curious tourist on the beach. I don't know if it's my pecs, my abs, or these stinky feet, haha! But I love the attention. The first few days I tried to enjoy the beach, not to make too much of a mess or do anything risky, but I'm getting bored, and I think I need a little… Push to make this vacation more fun.

I could hide in my room, leave a damp, smelly swimsuit on the bed so that when the cleaning guy comes, he won't be able to resist the urge to sniff it. Then, magically, I'd pop out and tell him the only way I wouldn't report him is if he gets on his knees to lick my feet and pants like a fucking dog.

Will I get in trouble? Nah, Uncle Roger will, not me.

Am I cruel? Very. Do I care? Ha, fuck off.

This body is all mine until the holidays are over, and I'm going to squeeze every last drop of sweat out of this sculpted body. Maybe you were right after all, Uncle Roger. The luxuries and the "great man" life are meant for only a few, and I think you'll just have to watch from the back of your tiny brain while I do whatever I damn well please.

— Another margarita, sir?

— Of course, thank you. Charge it all to the same account.

— Um… Sir, it says the purchase was declined. Would you like me to process it again?

— Oh, no. It's fine as is. The only problem is I don't have any cash, but… I think we can work something out, right?

I'm really going to enjoy this vacation. Ha.

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CORPUS, Inc (All Inclusive) - Tired Of The Snow

CORPUS, Inc (All Included) - Tired Of The Snow

« Thank you for trusting CORPUS, Inc. The number one company for making your dreams come true, in the body of your dreams, wait a moment. »

You heard this while waiting in the company's "offices" waiting room, although in reality, the place had more of a travel agency vibe mixed with an airport terminal, with subdued colors and a few travel posters for different destinations around the world, featuring some eye-catching bodies, as if that would help you decide which destination to take.

Your gaze lingered for a moment, taking in all the posters advertising paradise destinations. Places like Hawaii, Costa Rica, Australia, great destinations in Latin America, and even some beach areas in the United States seemed tempting, as did the bodies...

Damn, all those tans looked good, the sculpted bodies, the hard pecs, feet sinking into the sand, the sun bathing their skin, mingling with the sensation of the sea breeze. You felt a flutter in your stomach before the representative called your name, indicating that you could enter.

He was a young guy, no more than twenty-two, with a neat hairstyle and a somewhat average appearance, dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and ankle boots.

— Welcome – he smiled slyly and began typing a few things on his computer, glancing back at you to continue typing important information on the screen. It seemed important – Do you already have a destination in mind? Would you like any suggestions? – His hand slid smoothly to reach for some flyers, placing them in front of you.

Destinations like Rome, New York, London, even Tokyo, though you felt that wasn't really what you wanted. You were fed up with the rainy or somewhat cold weather; it had been a damn endless winter, with snowfalls and temperatures hovering below freezing. It was fun, for a while, not when you were slipping on the ice on the sidewalk every day of the week. You shuffled the papers in front of you again until you saw something that caught your eye.

— How about this one?

— A fantastic destination, sir – The guy nodded with some excitement, resuming his typing – I'll check if there are any bodies for rent in that area. There probably are; the summer promotions are amazing. Will it be a body swap or possession? Possessions increase the availability of slots for our hosts; a body swap would only close the door to those hosts who wish to travel to this part of the world, even though the price is cheaper.

You hesitated a bit at the prices before you, even though you had been saving like crazy since CORPUS, Inc. launched. It was something you wanted and longed for, not just a weekend or even a whole week, you wanted a month in a paradise destination, far from the snow and recurring colds.

— It will be a possession tour.

— Perfect! I think I have some options you'll quite like – He picked up the computer and turned it toward you. The moment you saw him, you knew exactly who you wanted to be – The transfer process can be done right here, just in another wing of the building. How about today for your “flight” date?

In less than a blink, you were already seated in a kind of capsule, resembling an MRI machine, with wires, electrodes, and machines constantly monitoring your pulse and other vital signs. Your former sales representative was replaced by a medical team moving about until the room gradually emptied. You could see a large window at the front, overlooking another room where someone was sitting.

— Hey, hi. Is everything alright in there?

— I feel like I'm in a medical exam – you murmured with a slightly awkward smile.

— Don't worry, everything will be fine. After all, your trip starts today, aren't you excited?

— Nervous.

— That's normal for the first time. We usually use a viewer and a neural transmitter for possessions, but because of the distance to the destination and the length of time you'll be inside our host, it's best to have full coverage of those things – the man's voice relaxed you a little, although you were still… tense – Let me quickly explain the process. Your body will stay here for the necessary time, with water and food to prevent complications and require care, while your consciousness inhabits the body of… Davi? Yes, Davi. At the end of your stay, you'll need to repeat the same process at our facilities there so your mind can return without any problems. Is everything clear?

— Yes, yes. Everything's clear.

— Perfect, then, let's proceed. You're not afraid of enclosed spaces, are you?

You were about to answer when you heard the machine activate. What looked like a lid rose from the side and moved upward, closing like a sarcophagus. You nervously closed your eyes, hoping it would all be over soon. A mechanical noise whirred against you, your heart pounded, and you shook your head. You wanted to move to stop the process, but a blow to your chest snapped you out of it. The pain was sharp and burning, like you'd been propelled backward.

All the sensations around you had completely vanished. There was no noise, no wires, no… You slowly opened your eyes to find a black void, as black as the space around you. You swallowed.

— Uh… Hello? Can anyone hear m-?

Another force grabbed your shoulders and pulled you as if you were on a high-speed roller coaster mixed with a giant swing. Everything around you moved, transforming into colorful lights that violently whipped you back to the ground.

When you opened your eyes again, you were shaken, everything felt like it was spinning, you felt so dizzy. The space around you was bright, white as a pearl, your retinas ached from looking at it directly.

— Senhor? O senhor consegue me ouvir? O senhor está bem?

— What?... Me?... Uh… – You could hear someone speaking, but you didn't understand anything; it was another language. Your head throbbed, your ears popped for a moment, as if you were suddenly transported to sea level.

— Você consegue me ouvir? Você consegue me entender? – You opened your eyes, confused. The language that had felt so strange a second ago finally felt familiar. You nodded, incredulous.

— Eu... eu entendo, porra! – You burst out laughing as you felt your tongue moving in another language, sticking to the roof of your mouth and teeth in a way you weren't used to. You even had to instinctively catch it between your teeth, laughing like a maniac. And things “got worse” when you looked down and were met with firm pecs, tanned skin, and a sculpted body.

A few more routine formalities and procedures, and you were ready to go out into the world with your new identity, Davi. Where had you chosen to go? Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

It was basically on the other side of the world, but damn! Ever since you saw the flyer, you knew it was what you wanted: beach, sand, and ocean, the sun shining in all its glory, the palpable summer atmosphere everywhere you looked, and tight swimsuits.

And your huge, muscular body matched perfectly, with those thick, soft pecs – you were getting addicted to playing with them, ha. How could someone be so muscular? It was nothing like your old body, not a single part. Your thighs were like tree trunks! Your feet were gigantic, and your ass? For God's sake, that was the best part, the wet swimsuits sticking together and rubbing like a perverted glare at you.

Or the scent, damn! So spicy and acidic, mixed with a good cologne, it just blew your mind. This guy had it all. You couldn't wait to explore the rest of the city, the nightlife, other men to have fun with… You were getting "excited" just thinking about it. But for the moment, you were content lying on the beach, the sand sticking to your skin like you were being breaded. The sun felt perfect, yes…

It truly was the best investment of your life. Nothing could go wrong, right?

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Veilbreaker: Mermaid

Mermaids, lethal and beautiful creatures that inhabit open waters, beautiful women from head to torso, but below, with a tail covered in scales instead of feet. Some associate them with knowledge, others with cruelty and a voracious hunger. With the ability to hypnotize anyone who heard their cursed song.

Temptation and damnation in the same being.

Humans and mermaids had a rather chaotic relationship with each other; humans were a delicacy for them, and humans hunted them to obtain their voices and scales for various purposes such as love potions, good fortune, or simply for the thrill of catching one.

When the monsters were exiled, the mermaids took refuge on the other side of the seas and oceans, where they managed to survive on fish and some seaweed, waiting for the day when, as every year, they could return to land.

Eric was a die-hard travel and concert lover; they were practically his driving force in life. So it wasn't surprising that he'd just found tickets to a beach trip and indulge in his two favorite pastimes. That afternoon, he was strolling along the sand, the waves crashing against the rocks. The place seemed relatively empty; it felt like it was just him, the water, the sun, and the sand beneath his feet. He wandered aimlessly for a while, taking some photos to upload to his feed.

But just as he was about to pose for another one, he heard a strange melody coming from what sounded like a rock arch. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if it was his imagination, or perhaps someone was playing music on their speaker. He took another picture, but with the click of his phone, he heard the melody again, even more insistent.

It seemed to be a lullaby that drew him in more and more. He didn't know why, but that beautiful, indecipherable song was almost hypnotic. He walked barefoot until he crossed the archway, as if it were a doorway. He even felt the air was different, softer, as if he were floating. The melody was closer, but there was no one in sight, only rocks, shadows, the crashing sea. He even noticed the occasional seashell with almost rainbow-like flecks. This place seemed to be paradise: a few palm trees, crystal-clear, calm water, multicolored fish. He walked further and further, venturing into the depths of the bay. He walked until sea and land met. It was a strange grotto. There were stones and stalactites that shone in the light that struck them; even the slightest reflection made them sparkle. The water was calm, like a wading pool. There were vines and a light that fell from above like a skylight. He walked on, his feet dipping in the water. At that moment, the music stopped.

— Is anyone here? – he shouted, but no one answered. He only heard the water moving, light as a drop. He waited a while longer, still without a response. He was about to turn back when he heard something leap from the water and land on a rock, drops falling like rain.

— Hello – a female voice said. It was utterly captivating. Eric tried to resist turning around, but the voice was so tempting, so warm... Like pearls slipping from his ears, he slowly turned around, only to find himself face to face with a woman whose skin appeared damp.

Or at least that's what it looked like at first glance. In reality, her skin was bluish, as if she were gasping for air. She had gills on her neck, ear fins, and disheveled hair that, at the same time, looked elegant. Her eyes were completely white, and her skin was covered in scales that shimmered in brilliant blue tones in the sunlight.

— Come closer – she smiled, beckoning with her finger. The guy could see she had claws instead of nails and webbing between her hands, water dripping down her entire body. He wanted to resist again, but it was completely useless; her voice was as melodious as the bubbling water. He advanced slowly until they were face to face. The mermaid smiled contentedly, placing her palm against his cheek, her claws digging in slightly – You seem like a very charming specimen – she smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth behind those alluring lips. He was about to scream when she began to sing. Eric's eyes glazed over, his pupils dilated, and he relaxed completely with a silly grin – You're like a glove.

She laughed, moving nimbly to position herself behind him and take him by the chest.

— I could devour you, I think you'd make a perfect feast – she said with a giggle, stroking his hair – But I think I have a better plan for you.

She returned to his starting position, observed him for a while; the guy remained completely unmoved.

— You will give me your body of your own free will. I will walk on your legs, and you will return to the water with no memory of what happened. You will return here before the last full moon of the month, is that clear?

— My... body… – he murmured, nodding.

— Say it.

— I give you my body… – he said in a flat tone. The place began to glow with an intense light, the siren's songs intensified, like a magnificent opera, and the water bubbled. Suddenly, two lights emerged from both their mouths, rising into the air as if dancing a waltz. Eric's eyes turned white as his body seemed to twist. The lights finally separated, swapping paths and suddenly entering each of their mouths, descending to their chests. The siren's song abruptly ceased, leaving only the sounds of retching and grunts from both of them, ending in silence.

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Summer Job

— That's enough! – The sweaty, middle-aged man with a huge belly gasped as he stared at the guy with defined pecs and abs, lounging on a sunbed with his cap tucked in, enjoying the light summer heat. The pool water shimmered, inviting him to take a dip at any moment to cool off – I've done everything you wanted. I swept the driveway, mowed the lawn, cleaned your damn pool. Give me back my body!

The man could barely breathe from the exertion. Sweat dripped everywhere, seeping into the cracks of fat. He felt disgusting, he wanted his body back. He'd just returned from college and needed a summer job before the next semester. He thought putting up flyers all over the neighborhood offering his services for whatever was needed would be a good idea.

This was one of his neighbors. He was known for being a somewhat... experimental scientist. But he earned a good salary, his house was the best of all, even though his physique was that of a man who had completely dedicated himself to his work, to donuts, to skipping sleep, and to fast food that wouldn't distract him too much from going back to work, and work, and work some more.

— You still need to clean upstairs, the study is a disaster – his old body said with a smile, scratching his chest carelessly, even wiggling his bare feet from side to side, not bothering to lift his cap to look at the other – Do that, and I'll give you back your body.

The college student trapped in the middle-aged man's fat body clenched his fists, letting out a grunt and going back inside the house, resigned. It was that or nothing, the scientist gave him a mocking smile.

Of course he wasn't going to give him back his body in a thousand years, why would he? He was crazy, but not to that degree, haha! The guy could keep his nearly 220 pounds, his lifeless hair, and his disgusting physique; and he could keep those great muscles. He loved how tight his new boxers were. He longed to go to the mall to buy hundreds and hundreds of new clothes, perfect for showing off that sculpted body like a work of art. He wanted other guys to die of envy when they saw him, or on the contrary, to have their legs tremble with the urge to kneel and worship him. Heh…

It was the perfect summer.

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Sweet Revenge

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Gavin was the perfect guy: Nice, an amazing athlete, always empathetic, with a perfect smile, dreamy hair, and a voice like velvet against your skin, and his scent...

His only flaw was his damn sister, Raquel. She was the typical queen bee of the university, mean, ironic, and sarcastic to the point of wounding with the slightest glance – the very image of arrogance in all its splendor.

That's what Nick hated about her, and dude, he have plenty of reasons to hate her; ever since they'd both started university, it seemed like she had no other purpose in life than to make the poor guy's life unbearable, making fun of his clothes, his appearance, even going so far as to call him "Fatty Nico". If they were ever on the same team for a class, he was guaranteed to end up doing all the work while Raquel just stared at her hair in the mirror and checked her perfect nails.

But everything worsened when "someone" leaked some of his very very… personal photos, scattered all over the university campus like hot pamphlets, fresh from a hellish oven. Nick's reputation plummeted deeper than the Mariana Trench. He was resentful, and unlike any other victim of her bullying, he had the perfect way to strike back in the most brutal way possible.

In a very... familiar way.

Nick was part of a lineage of dormant sorcerers and witches; generally, magic was always something sacred, without banal uses, much less malevolent ones like revenge, but he was fed up and utterly exhausted. Why did he have to keep putting up with an insecure bitch whose only pleasure could be derived from making others feel bad?

— Dolor in possessionem mutetur, et possessio mutetur in sanguinem eius quem maxime odi… – he murmured softly, seated around a pentagram, scattering grains of salt around him, his gaze fixed on a specific photograph in the center. The area was surrounded by candles, with a dark and tense atmosphere that made the quartz crystals, amethysts, and other delicate herbs almost crackle as he continued incantating. He took a piece of branch to wrap around a ball of red yarn, then took the photograph to wrap it as well, closing his eyes. Murmuring and continuing the wrapping with each incantation, he continued – Frater eius ultionis meae scopus sit... Conscientia mea in corpore eius habitat... Per eum desiderium meum impleatur!

A distant thunder sounded. Nick's body twisted backward, his face contorting as his eyes turned white. He mumbled a few things, as if still speaking Latin. His fingers tensed, and his mouth opened, unleashing a torrent of energy that shot through the ceiling, leaving his body on the floor, completely extinguished. The candles around him gradually went out until total darkness remained.

— Ugh… – Gavin groaned, shaking his head as he tried to concentrate on lifting one more rep of a weight. His whole body felt sweaty and sticky; his tank top was soaked in the armpit area. And although it seemed disgusting, he had no other choice. In reality… He had always been very sweaty. No matter how much deodorant and antiperspirant he used, he always ended up drenched in that foul stench. That was why he always tried to train at night when the university gym was empty. During exercise practices, he always brought an extra change of clothes because the first one was already smellier than any cheese with vinegar. The guy tried to lift another weight when he noticed the ceiling lights flicker for a while before returning to normal. He just sighed, refocusing on his routine, so much so that he didn't notice something spying on him – Just three more – he muttered with a grunt, pushing his body to the limit. His bicep bulged, his jaw clenched – Three... Two...

— One.

Just as he was about to pause to inhale on the last repetition, an invisible force forced its way into his mouth. The poor guy, completely unprepared, dropped the weight and was forced to swallow the invader. He collapsed to the floor without any resistance, beginning to writhe.

— UGHHHH! – he groaned with even more desperation. His entire body was writhing, plagued by spasms and uncontrollable movements. His eyes rolled back as if in a trance. He opened his mouth to spit out a little saliva along with his tongue. His pecs hardened against the fabric of his t-shirt, producing even more sweat from the uncontrollable effort coursing through his nervous system. He felt himself losing more and more control of his body. He couldn't feel his feet, his hands, anything in his torso. It was as if, little by little, he was fading away until nothing remained of him. He groaned in despair, feeling a final jolt of electricity before collapsing to the ground, his chest heaving, his pulse racing, erratic and uncontrollable.

Little by little, he calmed down until he opened his eyes, a reddish gleam blending with his irises before fading. He blinked a few times, bringing a hand to his head.

— Mfh… Maybe I should have waited for a calmer place – he murmured, his voice unfamiliar to him. It was higher-pitched, less athletic and imposing than usual. He looked down at himself, initially calm and even indifferent, before a mocking smile spread across his face, followed by a chuckle – No way – he whispered – Woah…

His hands went to his chest, raising and lowering it in disbelief. A huge grin was etched on his face. He raised his arms and began flexing them forcefully, fascinated by the way his biceps bulged, how the flesh came together to form a perfect mound of muscle he desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. He licked his lips, trying not to calm down, his areolas prickling and pressing like rocks against his sleeveless shirt.

— Damn, it feels so good to be you! – he let out another erratic laugh, lifting and lowering his legs on the tatami mat, his composure completely gone – Fuck, seriously, sorry Gavin, but hey… I've got a great body now, don't you think?

He stood up and began pacing the empty gym until he found a mirror in front of him. He raised his arms again, launching into a parade of bodybuilder and almost superhero poses, a mix of ridiculousness and fascination. How his muscles looked, how tight his sweatpants felt, his biceps and those well-defined shoulders, and…

— Shit, I have abs! – he exclaimed happily as he lifted his shirt to reveal his sculpted abdomen. He licked his lips like a madman. The outline in his pants was gigantic, like the trunk of an ancient tree. His skin was tanned, glistening, so tempting… “Gavin” couldn’t resist lifting his shirt again and pressing it completely to his nose, inhaling as if it were the last oxygen in the universe. He kept sniffing until his nostrils were clogged with that fetid, testosterone-laden, rancid, and slightly acidic aroma, which only left him more dazed than if he had seen the gods themselves.

— This is so fucking delicious, haha. Why haven't I done something like this before?! I could have saved myself so many shitty deals – the guest pressed himself against the mirror, rubbing against the cold reflection that only chilled his skin, causing him to gasp. The mirror's surface was completely battered and slightly fogged by the heat. His gaze focused on the new one that belonged to him, smiling.

— Well, big guy, thanks for the ride. I didn't mean to involve you, but… I think you have a sister who's a real bitch. Don't you think?

And the key Nick needed to carry out his entire plan against Raquel was Gavin. Why? It was simple. Raquel's success and reign of terror were based on being untouchable, not because she was the prettiest or the most beautiful, but because she was his sister. Everyone gave her a second chance, hoping she'd be as pleasant as her older brother at the end of the day. The professors didn't dare not raise her grade for fear of "facing" Gavin's charm, which would make them back down the moment he walked through the door. She had no power of her own; everything was at her good brother's expense.

— I'm sorry for what's going to happen – he murmured – But if it's any consolation, I assure you, you won't remember a single thing about this.

Gavin was always known for his calm, gentle, self-controlled, and diplomatic personality – the most outstanding figure at the university, the perfect face of the institution that boasted of its values of respect, humility, empathy, and…

— Who wants to see my abs?! – The new Gavin stood in the middle of the cafeteria, perched on the central table, wearing nothing but tight, shiny, almost spandex-like workout clothes. He had on dirty, worn-out shoes that smelled like rancid cheese.

Everyone in the room stared at him in disbelief, some surprised, others scandalized, and even horrified. Gavin wouldn't dare do that even if he were completely insane, but with the advice of his new "best friend" Nick, he was definitely going to let loose.

He brought his hands to his pecs and squeezed them together, flexing again and starting to sway his hips like an exotic dancer. His hand slid slowly up his thigh before he stood up again and slapped his own buttocks, letting out a gasp. He stuck out his tongue, then knelt down and began crawling around the table as if he were putting on a show for his fans. Some had already pulled out their phones and weren't bothering to turn off the flash. He felt like a pop star in the middle of a leak, and ironically, he wasn't bothered in the slightest.

Well, Nick wasn't bothered. For the first time, he felt so seen, and especially, under his own control. No more embarrassing photos on the web, much less making humiliating piles of papers in the hallways. If he stuck out his tongue, if he raised his armpit, or took off those disgusting shoes, he was sure the result would be masterful.

The athlete stood up again only to begin unbuttoning his bodysuit and slowly pulling it down. The scent hit everyone as soon as his skin was exposed, that earthy, musky aroma of a real man. The audience was mesmerized.

— What the hell is this?!

Principal Abrahams had to intervene to stop the scene, practically dragging Gavin to his office. The whole way there, Gavin kept smiling at the people staring at him, licking his lips, running his tongue over his perfect teeth, or flexing his biceps like male birds displaying their plumage to impress females. But in this case, let's just say Gavin was paying a little too much attention to other athletes, nerds, or lone wolves who were staring at him for a bit too long.

— Can you explain what just happened? Have you lost your mind?! You're the face of the school, how are you going to avoid getting expelled?!

— Actually, Principal… I think I have the perfect solution, so you, you know, can… – he murmured, kneeling against the principal’s face, sliding under his desk to force him to open his legs, running his hand along his thighs and lightly digging his fingers in – Forgive me.

The sound of the zipper being lowered, the nearly fifty-year-old man was completely stunned, frozen in place, the guy’s agile, athletic hands moving to slide the principal’s tool down and begin to take care of his “urgent needs and annoyances”.

From that moment on, that was “Gavin’s” way of solving any problem. Bad grade? He’d wait for his critical thinking teacher in his office with his legs open after a tiring game. Coach complaining about his performance? He could pay him a visit in his car and kiss him desperately like wild animals in heat. Some nerd who didn’t want him on his team because he never worked? Maybe a good sniff of his smelly armpits could change his mind.

Rumors, photos, videos, and stories passed from ear to ear spread through the university hallways like wildfire, and while Gavin's newfound "reputation" soared to the heights of outer space, Raquel's reputation plummeted to a much lower level. Whispers behind her back, laughter – all the power she had amassed in the shadow of her perfect, athletic brother had completely evaporated.

— Yeah, I've heard what you've said about my sister, but hey, I'm a good brother, and I actually get along really well with her. She's an angel. Don't be mean to her. We get along so well we even share clothes!

Nick had gotten Gavin to open an OnlyFans channel and other social media accounts that weren't exactly focused on glorifying his athletic achievements. He was wearing a thin-strapped top, some damn tight pants that looked more like leggings, and a totally "uninhibited" attitude in front of the camera, flexing his muscles as his hungry audience demanded, eager for more, more skin, more humiliation, more of everything.

A part of Nick truly felt terrible for having such a gorgeous guy like Gavin in trouble which it wasn’t his. He knew he could have possessed Raquel's body instead and given her the lesson she deserved, but a part of him also knew his fun wouldn't have been the same. He wouldn't have had those defined pecs, the strength in his hands, his thick, muscular thighs, his biceps, or his damn smelly armpits… But more importantly, the satisfaction.

— What the hell is wrong with you, Gav?! Are you a fag or wha-?!

— It's called being gay, Raquel. We're not in the 18th century, and if I am, what's it to you? It's my life, isn't it?

— You're ruining my reputation! You can't keep doing that!

— Oh, really? Just because you say so? Sure, don't worry, little sister, I'll stop just because you say so – he smiled as cynically as he could, making sure to puff out his pecs and slap his own thighs hard, the result of years of nonstop training – Although it'll be a shame not to let so many guys dominate me in so many ways the way they want, it turns out you were a bitch to almost the entire university and for some reason, they want to take it out on your brother. Don't you think it's ironic?

The revenge continued and continued, rising like the ocean waves. More revealing clothes, dirty socks soaked with sweat; there were days when he didn't even bother putting on a t-shirt or shirt, it was better to go au naturel in this heat. Heh.

The clothes that only came out of his closet for working out now plagued his daily life, and his more reserved and calm personality had been buried by constant flirting and an excessive desire for other guys to see him. And god… He certainly had no shortage of spectators in the locker room.

The reputations of both siblings were buried seven meters underground. Even though Nick abandoned Gavin's body, it was obvious the damage was done. And despite the possession having served its purpose, Raquel had become almost an outcast, the laughingstock of everyone else. She still tried to maintain that same abusive and domineering personality, only it no longer worked whenever she tried to hide behind her "brother". If she did, she only got double entendres, provocations, and laughter on her poor face, but even so, Nick wanted more.

— Woah! Shit! That was intense – he said with a chuckle, wearing nothing but swim trunks, barefoot, shirtless, and drenched in that characteristic sour sweat. His hair was disheveled, he wore sunglasses, his tongue was sticking out, and he was dancing in the middle of a beach surrounded by people.

Gavin had an important trip with the rest of the sports team; it was the finals, the one that would put the university on a pedestal in front of other faculties. The game would be held on one of the most beautiful beaches in the country. Nick was ready to compete. He could be acting without any inhibitions, but since he'd been spending more and more time in Gavin's body, some of his tastes had also assimilated into Gavin's: sports, exercise, some video games. Luckily, he hadn't developed an attraction to women; that would have been weird, lol.

But until the game, he could have as much fun as he wanted: drink after drink, a passionate kiss with a stranger, acting more easy than even at home. What if his pictures ended up all over the internet? So be it!

Nick was intoxicated with power, and not exactly with revenge. He loved everything! The attention, those defined abs, his amazing physique, the strength of an athlete without ever having lifted a finger to get it, that incredible body – guys saw him, noticed him, and socializing and flirting were effortless! Gavin's original life could go to hell!

He'd found out that Raquel had dropped out of university. Apparently, the joke's only funny until you're the butt of it. Nick could practically go back to his old life without any problems or consequences… But he didn't want to. He wanted to enjoy being Gavin, being an attractive athlete, without many restrictions, insecurities, or limits. He could stuff himself with food and drink, one after another.

The guy had the stamina and metabolism of a demigod! He could eat almost ten hamburgers one after the other and not gain a single pound of fat; on the contrary, it transformed into muscle!

And his fans? He was watched by tons of pervs every day, making a ton of money – more than he'd ever imagined! Selling photos, some smelly clothes, he'd even thought about taking things further. Wouldn't people fight over a single date with him? Of course they would, damn it! He was like a diamond in a room full of thieves, all eager to sink their claws into him and claim the grand prize.

No more laughter, no more degrading comments about his body. Maybe he was taking someone else's life, but screw morals and ethics, that's what he wanted.

— Mmmhw… – The poor Nick groaned, a terrible headache throbbing as he woke up in his hotel room. He was drenched in sweat, shirtless, just tangled in the sheets. He felt sticky, and not from his own sweat. He smelled… funny.

Fuck, fuck, the match! The former loser tried to get up as best he could, only to let out a sigh and lie back down on the bed. What did the match matter? He could give the judges and the referee a "hand job" or even use his mouth, so his team would win; that was the least of his concerns.

He should go back to enjoying the beach; the sand and water felt delicious here, and with that body… He wouldn't have any trouble finding company.

Ah, damn, how he loved his new body.

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Haunted: Impostors

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. All the stories features only adult characters. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Previously on Haunted: After Daniel gave Benji, Tobias, and Julian clues about the whereabouts of the other ghosts around the Institute, the group split in two, with Tobias and Julian searching for Marco, and Daniel and Benji trying to find Zeke.

Benji manages to find Zeke, discovering him in an unstable and almost vulnerable mental state. He decides to support, listen, and stay with him until he returns to his usual "head in the clouds", dismissing his friend as a possible intruder in his body.

However, one front remains undiscovered: What has Rex discovered about the imposter who has been occupying Benji's body all this time? Time is ticking, and the faster they find the answers, the less likely it is that Benji will end up becoming a ghost for all eternity.

Previous part: Haunted: Sober

— I love you.

— I love you more.

— No, no, I love you more!

Benji chuckled as he walked backward, hand in hand with Peter, who just gazed at him with twinkling eyes. They walked down one of the Institute hallways as if nothing else in the world mattered.

— Hey, you're going to fall – Peter chuckled softly before taking him by the waist, pulling him closer, their breaths warm and ragged, until they kissed softly.

— It's worth it for you, isn't it?

They stayed close until Peter pulled away to give him a chaste kiss on the forehead.

— I'll be right back, I won't be long. Okay? – Benji nodded, smiling.

— I love you.

— I love you more...

Peter took a couple of steps to open the bathroom door, entering and approaching the sink. He waited for the door to finally close behind him before letting out a sigh, his gaze fixed on the mirror as he turned on the water tap, inhaling and exhaling, gripping the edge of the faucet.

— Everything's alright... You're alright, everything will be fine – he squealed, almost terrified, before scooping up some water and splashing it on his face – It's not infidelity if he asked you to find out who took his best friend's body, is it? Everything's alright, everything's alright, everything's alright.

The pressure continued to rise, and apparently, so did the heat in his body. The droplets that clung to his face and neck slowly evaporated, leaving behind a trail of smoke. The guy looked back at the mirror, revealing a red glint in his iris that flickered out like a bonfire.

Rex's initial plan didn't involve possessing Peter, but he knew that with Julian out of the equation, the plan could fall apart at any moment, missing such a crucial piece of Benji's life. He thought Julian's romantic interest would seep into Peter's soul sooner or later, but he was wrong. He only had to give him a day to see what the guy was really like, and dude, was he a piece of shit.

Indifferent, cold, more interested in women, without a single trace of his "boyfriend's" memories, now he understood why Jules found it so hard to loosen the leash of his flesh suit. One second alone and everything could go wrong.

Peter's skin looked paler, and he could barely conceal the dark circles under his eyes. His mortal body was giving out, and he himself was growing weary. The ghost couldn't stand it any longer and stumbled toward the nearest stall, locking himself inside. His eyes rolled back, and he "exploded" like a pressure cooker. Rex's essence, more like a reddish, woody smoke, billowed from his mouth, nose, and even his ears, reforming itself beside the poor mortal, who collapsed unconscious against the bathroom wall.

— S-Shit – The punk muttered wearily. His head ached like never before; he was sleepy, and so hungry. He felt like he could eat a whole chicken and still not relieve his discomfort.

What if he just aborts the mission? He hadn't heard much about Operation "Uncover the Impostor" in days. The last he'd heard was that Daniel was one of the good guys now. Beyond that, he had no information. And himself? Ha, even less. Everything related to who was inside Benji's body was... Nothing.

He had absolutely nothing. The guy was a complete chameleon; there wasn't a trace of his ghostly aura, not in his eye, his essence, his powers, nothing. He looked like a mortal from head to toe; his voice was identical, his mannerisms too, even his personality. It was as if he had completely immersed himself in his role, like an actor or a stalker who had dedicated himself one hundred percent to his victim.

He needed more time, and yet... He no longer had time. Rex raised his hand in horror to discover that where his right hand should have been, there was only a diluted space along with strands of light connecting to his arm. He tried to move his fingers in a desperate attempt to feel them, but... nothing. There was nothing.

He swallowed, tears welling in his eyes. Was he willing to risk more to save someone? He cared about Benji; he was his friend, yes. But... if he was completely honest, it wasn't for him that he had agreed to get involved in this situation.

« — I don't know what I'm going to do – Tobias sighed, tears welling in his eyes. Rex held him tightly to his chest. They had moved far enough apart to give Julian and Ben time to "get to know each other better".

— Everything will be alright. Possessions take time. You can't prolong it forever. Sooner or later, it will come out.

— You don't know that, Rex! – Tobias was a bundle of nerves, his heart pounding, his face and eyes red from crying – This isn't normal. Benji shouldn't be out of his body. I don't know how a Border works, and what if... what if something happens to him?

— Nothing's going to hap-

— Rex, I know you want to help me. But... But it's not working – Tobias sobbed, pulling away. His boyfriend cupped his cheeks – What if he evaporates? What if something happens to him? No... I can't lose him, Rexy. I can't – He hugged him again, tears streaming down his face until the punk's t-shirt was soaked. He clenched his jaw, keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead.

How long had Tobias been alone? He was almost the first ghost, and... The next one didn't arrive until almost two decades later. He hadn't had a single friend in those twenty years, and almost a century later, he still hadn't.

To Rex, Tobias at the beginning was strange, too quiet, too cryptic, like a shadow that vanished around corners and down hallways without a trace, a hermit. He wasn't the most sociable person either, but... he was used to it; he'd always been a lone wolf.

Tobias, however... he was solitary, but not by choice. He'd always been the odd one out, even after death.

If he valued Benji so much, it was because he was the only friend he'd ever had, and even if he were to leave at the end of the school year, he still loved him. And that's why he didn't want him to get lost, much less be locked in the same cage with him for the rest of eternity.

Rex had to do something. He couldn't just stand idly by; he needed to do it for Toby.

— Look. You're smart, aren't you? Very, very smart.

— You say that because you're my boyfriend…

— No, I'm serious. You know about the occult like no one else, you have more experience being a ghost, you're dedicated, intelligent, and who knows how many books you've read all this time. I think you're the only one who can figure out what's going on here.

— B-but what about Benji, and his body and-

— Benji's already with Julian, don't worry about that. And... if you're worried about his body, I can go and... try to find out what I can. Okay? I can possess one of Peter's friends so as not to raise suspicion, and have three flanks covered.

Tobias slowly raised his gaze, and Rex cupped his cheeks again, gently wiping them with a soft smile.

— Are you... sure?

— Yes, it'll just be a matter of going in and out. Nothing will happen, you'll see. »

Rex leaned against the wall, his breath ragged, his eyes fixed on his hand with anguish. Could it regenerate? Could he ever get it back? He'd seen Julian recover after so many possessions, and... there he was, but he'd never seen him lose a limb. Would he ever be able to sculpt again?

Peter's growl brought him back to earth. The mortal stirred slightly; he'd wake up any minute. He had to hurry, not just to return to the mortal's body, but to uncover everything that was happening with the Benji imposter.

Rex felt like someone was moving them around like chess pieces on a giant board, but... who?

— Are you done yet? You took a while.

— Yes. It's all good, I just needed to clear my head – Rex lied inside the athlete's body. His hand felt stiff, as if he could no longer fully control it. I didn't know if the changes would be permanent in the long run – What do you want to do after classes today?

— Maybe we can play board games. I love board games. What do you think?

— Sure, whatever you want, Benny – The imposter smiled gently and took his hand again, bringing his right hand between his eyebrows as if it were a habit, though he quickly lowered them with a nervous laugh and hugged his "boyfriend" tightly again.

— I love you... Thanks for noticing me – Rex forced his disguise to smile, raising both hands and placing a chaste kiss on the back of his palm.

— Let's go – The imposter barely nodded, making sure before glancing around, as if he sensed someone was watching them.

— Everything is okay?... Did you forget something?

— No, no. I already have what I wanted.

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Holiday Stowaway

— Do you want to adjust your swimsuit?

— I'm already bored! Why don't we go to the hotel instead? – My "boyfriend" rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, twisting his mouth uncomfortably – I want to play something on my phone or something. We can go to the bar!

— I didn't tell you to come in the first place.

— I thought it would be more fun, Jay!

The truth is... that wasn't my boyfriend. It was my cousin, Simon. He had just started college, was slim, somewhat short, and had trouble socializing. It wasn't like he was exactly rolling in dough at the moment, always eyeing what he wanted and wanting it from someone else.

And unfortunately, it turned out that his focus this time was on my boyfriend, John.

We had both saved enough money to go to the beach for almost two weeks, without worrying about work, overspending, or anything other than getting a tan, enjoying each other's company, and swimming. Or at least that was the plan until a stowaway sneaked inside.

— I told you. If you want this to be over, just get out.

— Ha. And miss out on this? No way!

— Then shut up and stick to the itinerary we both planned.

"John" rolled his eyes, still fiddling with his swimsuit. I knew perfectly well that he wanted to get his hands on what was underneath, and I wasn't about to let him.

This was supposed to be a perfect vacation. Shit!

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Arcade Reward

Holy moly! Am I dreaming? I seriously can't believe I won something like this, damn! Just look at these huge biceps, these pecs… My face looks like an angel from the Palace of Versailles!

Is all this mine now? I mean, I'm not complaining, but wow! This definitely wasn't part of my plan when I came to the arcade today.

I've always loved arcade-style games, with claw machines to pull out plushies, dance machines, racing games, basketball games, and scoring games – everything was fantastic. I've always been slim, and I wasn't bothered by it; it was normal for me. I had dates, friends; maybe I wasn't super popular at college, but I wasn't invisible either.

My skill at playing arcade games was impeccable. I always ended up winning prizes with tickets, and I even managed to win an Xbox controller once!

I went without fail, I could spend hours there. I'd been saving my reward tickets for the "grand" prize. Unlike other times, the biggest prize of all was hidden, just there... waiting. And since I'm a curious person and basically addicted to these machines, I worked hard for a whole year to get 10,000 tickets (it was a lot of money and hours invested).

I thought it might be a laptop or some kind of gaming computer, but damn, this was way better!

It turned out that to attract new customers and encourage the survival of these kinds of arcade places, which were declining by the era of consoles and mobile games, they had introduced new types of... Rewards.

Bodies, to be more precise. Who wouldn't want to have their dream body for a day? To try being some athlete with huge muscles, maybe a businessman, or even a motorcyclist! It turned out that the prizes, durations and body types varied like you were choosing your character in a video game; the possibilities were endless.

But in my case, all the tickets I'd collected, and being the first to achieve it (and the official face of this new points and tickets system), was me! And of course, I'd have to keep my new prize for the rest of my life.

I don't regret it at all. My old body and life can go to hell, this is awesome! I love how my jeans fit my thighs, how my biceps pop with the slightest movement, how good everything looks. I FEEL SO HOT!

I know I said I used to date, but with this body, I'll be unstoppable! I can have any guy I like eating out of my hand; they won't stop flirting with me when I go to bars!

And I mean, it's not like just because I won the prize once, I automatically have to give up on playing. Actually… I can try to win the grand prize again. If I could do it once, I can do it again. I’m right? I wonder what it will be this time, but for now… Damn, I love my new body.

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CORPUS, Inc - Pride

CORPUS, Inc. was basically the most important (and only) company in its niche. Every program involving possession, body swapping, renting skinsuits, or anything else you could imagine, was guided by them. From small businesses to government initiatives, everything was infused with their technology, contracts, workers, and more.

And why? Well, because CORPUS, Inc. basically never let a single opportunity pass them by, ever. Any gap in the market was detected by them – growth opportunities, everything. Did the elderly hate going to nursing homes where they were abandoned? Give them new bodies. Was crime on the rise and prisons overcrowded? Select the best bodies and put them back to serve society. Was the medical system rusting? New bodies!

So when June arrived, coinciding with the start of the World Cup festivities, the answer was simple: allow tourists to inhabit the bodies of locals in Mexico and other FIFA host cities, enabling them to attend matches without spending a fortune on lodging, flights, and more (or at least, if they were going to spend a lot of money, it was best to do so with them).

But June's significance wasn't solely due to the World Cup; it was a peak month for LGBT+ Pride celebrations, marches, parades – a massive economic boost that CORPUS, Inc. couldn't afford to miss out on. So… what could they do amidst the celebrations of all those football fans, especially after having already raffled off some of their bodies to other foreign fans? Simple.

Give them those same bodies.

Who wouldn't want to be in the body of a muscular fan wearing a tight-fitting tricolor jersey that left nothing to the imagination? The body-swap company should thank the fashion industry for providing the perfect trap for anyone interested in enjoying Pride Month in Mexico.

Oliver (24, UK)

I used to be somewhat… thin, not really a social person, always encapsulated in my own little bubble. Celebrations and that kind of thing weren't my thing, but something in the advertising for CORPUS, Inc. tempted me to sign up for one of their packages. I hoped that the atmosphere of the parade, the clubs, and the whole party vibe of the city would make me "come out of my shell". Although I wasn't expecting a body… like this.

Literally, my head is the size of just one of my new legs! My arms, my hands, everything is gigantic! I feel like my clothes don't fit, this shirt is XL! And even then, I feel like it's constantly riding up.

Anyone would be happy with their new appearance, but not me! I feel gigantic and clumsy! I drop everything as soon as I take a step, and I think I feel even more self-conscious than before, which is ridiculous! I must be almost 6'6" and even then, I get stuck just walking to the corner store for a single bottle of water.

I thought this would be a great idea, but I just want to go home… The problem is, I booked a whole month in this body, and I don't want to anymore…

Lars (40, Sweden)

Mexico always seemed like an interesting destination to me. It was affordable, warm (unlike here, where you can make a popsicle after a few minutes outside in the freezing cold), and I'd been wanting to visit for a long time. I wanted to take a break from work, escape the monotony. I'm a firefighter in my original body. I might sound a bit arrogant, but my physique is definitely big, strong, and tall. I was hoping to end up in a body more… similar to mine.

But I ended up in this guy's body, he must be half my age, I lost almost 20cm, and everything feels… bigger, which I didn't like at first. I felt like my arms were too skinny, my waist too thin like a Barbie doll's, there's no hair except on my legs! Even "down there" is shaved and smooth as velvet.

But I have to admit I'm starting to like it. After almost insulting my travel agent at CORPUS, Inc., I thought: Hey, these legs aren't so bad. I love how fleshy they feel! The sound is a fucking cacophony to me, my hand against my thighs, against themselves, or shit, even my newfound masculinity against the area!

Besides, a garment this tight and small would have looked ridiculous on my old body, but here, it's a fucking marvel. Just look at that ass! It seems to fill the whole garment without any problem.

Diego (19, Argentina)

In my real body I am… Um… Well, I'm a trans guy. I haven't had the opportunity or the financial means to start my transition treatment properly, so I just cut my hair, wrap my chest, and try to dress as masculine as possible, although that doesn't stop some people from still calling me "she". I thought coming to Pride here in Mexico City would be fantastic, with a great body, confidence…

And dude, I wasn’t wrong, damn it! You see these muscles? THEY'RE MINE! And this voice? Nobody's going to call me "miss" even by mistake! I feel like the floor vibrates almost every time I take a simple step, and the beard! It itches like hell, but I'm truly loving every single second of it. I have the body I always dreamed of! No more wasting time wrapping a bandage around my torso, or trying to act more masculine. I am fucking masculinity personified!

I love sitting on public transport and spreading my legs, feeling my tool drop next to my fat balls, mfhhh! Am I a pervert? Maybe. But this is a fucking dream come true!

The only downside I'd mention is maybe the smell; these feet reek of cheese and vinegar like you wouldn't believe, haha! But I'm even starting to like it. I feel fabulous, incredible like never before. I have more confidence, more power, I've had more encounters than you can imagine… Lucky I booked a three-month stay.

I wasn't that interested in the World Cup in my old body, but this body has a tendency to enjoy football, and well, I think I could enjoy it too. It's not like there aren't plenty of guys hungry for a strong man like me who also enjoy watching football, heh.

Felix (32, Germany)

I've always felt out of place, and no, I'm not talking about my sexual orientation. Fortunately, I've always had the space to be myself without being judged. Men like me, I've had tons of dates, and I'm successful with them, but… I'm not comfortable with my body. Why?

I've always felt it's too… big.

My build has always been stocky, strong, very, very masculine. This always causes confusion when it comes to… getting intimate with someone. They always assume I'm a "top" when I'm not, and all I get is ridicule and difficulty in getting people to see me as I am. Nobody can believe I'm… sensitive, or that I'm feminine. They always expect me to be extremely masculine, brutish, to exude power wherever I go.

I was worried about the body they'd put me in, in Mexico. I'd always associated it with sweaty, strong guys with dark skin and the smell of tequila, but what I found myself in when I opened my eyes was… surreal.

Fair skin, black hair, glasses, no more than 1.80 meters tall, light as a feather, I had a good build but I wasn't a behemoth, it was like my dream body!

I ended up in the body of a total skinny geek with great muscles. I'm so flexible now! The guy did gymnastics, and it really feels like my body has an elegance that mine could never achieve. I can do the splits, lift my leg 180 degrees, spin on my own axis, I can even do a somersault! God, the more I'm here, the more I love this.

Jin (22, South Korea)

This is… disgusting.

I thought coming to Mexico would be fun – the party atmosphere, noisemakers, fireworks, Jarritos soda, even Dr. Simi was there! Believe it or not, Mexico is quite popular in South Korea, and I wanted to experience it without having to spend a fortune on travel and accommodation. I'd always been slim, like an… Idol, so to speak. I loved skincare, cleanliness, fashion, and all that stuff. I thought the Mexican body they were going to put me in wouldn't be too bad.

I was wrong. The guy stinks! Seriously, no matter how many times I shower, the smell of sweat keeps emanating from his armpits like a damn endless river! And his closet? It was even worse, full of sports jerseys, shorts, and smelly, muddy shoes. The guy was literally a soccer fanatic who went way into debt betting on the World Cup and now he'd rented out his body to earn the money to pay it off.

Where are the decent clothes? The creams? I don't have any! The area where she lives isn't exactly the most... well... well-kept. I'm not getting any better this week. I thought this would be more fun, but I have no idea where to go. All I've managed is getting his friends to invite me to watch games. I have to sit, spread my legs like a caveman, pretend I'm interested in sweaty men running after a ball, and go crazy when there's a goal. I haven't even been able to try a single Jarritos soda from here! Ugh!

Elena (26, Greece)

I was about to sue CORPUS, Inc. the moment I opened my eyes to a clearly male, gigantic body.

Latin America had always intrigued me, and I thought it would be a good option for sightseeing during Pride Month. I've always been very proud of my identity, but… I wasn't very good at picking up women. My physique wasn't particularly impressive either, plus I'm very shy. I had chosen a female body from their catalog: nice features, tall, with slightly tanned skin and brown hair. I thought that would make me stand out and that I could finally talk to a gurl without stumbling over my words.

But CORPUS, Inc. had other plans for me. A guy with broad shoulders, gigantic pecs, even bigger thighs, a tool of about 18 cm, sculpted buttocks, and a deep voice. I really wanted to go crazy, but if I was a man now, it meant I could use that to pick up as many straight girls as I wanted! Tell me, who could resist this? With these delicious biceps, I love how sensitive my areolas are now; just a touch of my shirt against my pecs and they're hard as rocks, haha!

I'm loving the festive atmosphere of the World Cup. I've always been a bit of a "tough girl", so I feel like a fish in water, and this body also has a tremendous tolerance for drinks! I can have like 15 in a row and stay perfectly fine.

I'm even curious to experiment a little with other men… I mean, this damn gorgeous body can't be just for women, right? I think it's partly due to its former owner. When I woke up, I saw some pictures of him with other men, gay dating apps, an X account that… I wasn't very willing to open, but as the days go by, why not? You only live once.

Bastian (28, Belgium)

I always felt insecure about my body, too chubby, t-shirts looked awful on me, everything was always visible, and I felt like a badly packaged ham! I thought the bullying would stop when I finished university, but it only evolved into my coworkers secretly making fun of my weight and how bad I always looked to my boss.

I just wanted something different. I didn't care about the country or the era; I just needed to be someone other than myself. And well, here we are. And… I like it. I mean, look at this face, isn't it cute? It feels so soft, and the hair too! Golden like the sun, I've become so damn addicted to taking pictures of myself nonstop. If there's a mirror, a reflection, or even the front camera of my phone, it'll end up with me taking a selfie.

Maybe I don't have huge biceps, or big legs, or even prominent pecs, but you know what I don't have? My gigantic belly. And that's all that matters to me.

Priya (25, India)

I had read so many bad reviews of CORPUS, Inc., complaints about people ending up in the wrong bodies, some transfers back that could never be completed, and the list goes on and on. But even so, I hired them, and in fact… I expected them to fail.

Call it a social experiment, just for pleasure, or whatever you want, but I'm loving being a man! The power, the security, all the advantages and privileges they have! Not only can I go to the bathroom in a flash and avoid long lines, but it was also so much easier to get ready. I just had to put on a t-shirt and jeans, and I was ready to go. I didn't have to put up with harassment or worry about walking around at night. Really, with these muscles…

The only problem I find is my hunger. The guy I swapped bodies with loves going to the gym, hence his massive pecs and the fact that his apartment smells so bad (but I'm not complaining). He was bulking, which basically made his cravings through the roof. I've eaten like 30 burgers in just one week! It's like a bottomless pit; I can eat and eat and eat and still never feel satisfied.

But I have to admit, I love it. I've never enjoyed food so much! I can eat pizza, sushi, tacos, ice cream, chocolate, burgers, and fries all in one sitting. It makes me burp all the time, but it's starting to feel so much fun. The power it makes me feel... And it seems like other guys like it too.

I don't know why some people are so obsessed with humiliating themselves, surrendering to others, and letting them do whatever they want. But if they want it, who am I to say no?

Leo (CEO, CORPUS, Inc.)

What's the biggest advantage of being able to run a body-swap company around the world? That I don't have to pay anything to use its services, much less worry about which bodies "are or aren't" suitable for this.

If I want, I can select the damn president's body and become him to smell his feet for a while in the Oval Office.

But, it would be a waste of time. So… World Cup season was undoubtedly the best of all: Chaos in the streets, celebrations, the excitement, sweaty, shirtless, sculpted bodies so lost in their own euphoria (and a few too many drinks) that they couldn't care less about the “little” things going on around them.

So many guys kissing each other in the street, groping each other, euphoric for more – anyone would think they're just drunk fans – but wouldn’t you “waste” your time kissing every guy you see in a body that isn't yours? With a great physique, no worries about work, no ties to romantic relationships, no physical limitations, just the carnal and lustful drive for more.

Perhaps that's what drove me to found CORPUS, Inc., and I must admit I don't regret it for a single second. Do we have flaws? Like any company, of course. Am I going to fix them? Of course not!

All that chaos of botched body swaps, possessions that last longer than expected, skinsuits that close without letting the user out – it's all on purpose! Who wouldn't love to be in a stinky body, with big muscles and a huge ass? To see some worried, devoted family man suddenly become a guy eager for another man to put him on all fours and make him gasp all night?

It's even somewhat perverted and sadistic, but… What does it matter? I can have as many attractive bodies as I want, as if I were going to put on clothes to go out, and the world can enjoy that too.

Want to be a muscular, goofy Himbo? Done. Prefer an athlete with stinky feet and armpits? Go for it. Want to become that neighbor you've secretly fancied for so, so many years? Take it!

There's a reason we have coverage in almost 190 countries. Any body, no matter who it is or where it's from, we can use it and bring it in for whatever you want. Even at these massive events. It would be a fucking missed opportunity to just let them go, with so many bodies that are perfect for anything!

Honestly, there are no limits to what can or can't be done at this company.

— Sir, your photoshoot is waiting. Are you ready?

Oops, my photographer arrived. Well, I guess I should leave you for a bit. I just swapped bodies with an athlete, and I'm really enjoying inhabiting his body. I thought soccer players were just dumb, brainless guys, which is partly true, but damn, they have great muscles! These legs could split a tree in two with a single kick, and his sweaty feet… I'm loving it.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to borrow him, take some pictures, and have some fun. It's not like his original owner is going to find out or know. I'll return his body soon so he can continue playing in the World Cup and scoring goals, but until then… His body is all mine.

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Question, question!

Hi everyone! How are you? As you know, there's a giveaway running on my X platform that will close on July 5th. You can win a free, custom-commissioned story (if you'd like to participate, don't miss out!).

However, some readers have mentioned that the X platform is problematic for them due to various issues, such as privacy concerns, not using the app, etc. This got me thinking: would you be interested in an alternative way to participate in future giveaways?

Maybe organizing everything here in Tumblr, or using other methods like a form or something similar. Would you be interested?

What do you think?

I like it, it's a good idea

Nah, i'm ok

Voting ended onJul 7

I hope you can help me decide, and maybe I can bring you more surprises and ideas soon.

Also, if you have any ideas for stories, or any particular requests (like body swapping, possessing someone, or using any of the "services" such as CORPUS.inc. Even ask for chapters for some series like Haunted, Slipped, Host Log, etc)

I'd be more than happy to hear them! Thank you so much for all your support; it's fantastic to have you as a community. Thank you so much. Enjoy!

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