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As you all know, June is a very important month for the LGBTQ+ community.
That's why I wanted to write a themed story for that important date, but I'm not sure which trope to use. There are so many possibilities and ideas that I'm a little "lost" haha.
So... what would you prefer to see?
Hypnosis' story
Bodyswap's story
Possession's story
Transformation's story
Remaining time: 6 days 36 minutes
Please let me know what you think, every idea it's welcome!
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CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.
CORPUS, Inc - World Cup 2026
With the World Cup just around the corner, starting in Mexico City. Tourism had undoubtedly exploded like lava from an erupting volcano: fans, tourists, everyone eager to see what the Soccer World Cup had in store and the wonders the host country could offer.
But at the same time, thanks to the need for lodging, transportation, and everything else that tourists would inevitably require, prices had skyrocketed. One-night stays were more expensive than a new cell phone, flights were overbooked, and available spaces weren't exactly... comfortable for the price.
This created the perfect opportunity for CORPUS, Inc. and its new summer project. Why stress about booking a flight, finding a decent hotel, and still having to get close to the wonders that Mexico City had to offer? Why not take over the body of a local? Language barriers vanished in the blink of an eye, accommodations weren't so complicated, and in most cases, you ended up with a perfect body for the rest of your vacation.
Or at least that was the experience of most of the clients who dared to approach CORPUS, Inc. and place their trust and love of soccer in their hands.
Youssef, Morocco - 48 years old
I have to admit that when I first saw the CORPUS, Inc. ad, I had my doubts. I thought it was a scam. It landed in my work email, and I thought: Body swapping? Possession?
I was about to delete it, but a little curiosity got the better of me. I'd always been a soccer fanatic, and my life was kind of... monotonous. I had a good (and very routine) office job, a wife, no sons, no daughters. And at my age, I highly doubt that ever happened. I kept checking the site for testimonials, and I have to admit something caught my attention. That, and the fact that the prices were ridiculously low compared to a flight and even the hotel that was still to come. Just one month, all paid for and included, cost the same as a round trip! لقد كانت صفقة رابحة.
I tried to convince my wife to come with me but she flatly refused, saying it was unnatural and blah blah blah, so I preferred to leave my body "stored" while I possessed this guy. لا أندم على أي شيء!
The tan of this skin is so damn attractive! His pecs are gigantic, my shirts barely fit and I'm always afraid they'll rip because of the volume of his muscles, haha! And damn, being back in my early twenties is fantastic, I'm in the prime of his youth, and with this body? I've never been this muscular or well-endowed (the guy has a killer ass!). His biceps are gigantic and I'm truly fascinated by everything about being here, the food, the music, the men. Uh… It's kind of weird, but it turns out the original owner of this body is gay. I didn't have a problem with it, the other bodies were taken and I thought it didn't matter, I'm straight as a fiddle, but damn, not in this body, haha! In my old body I would never have dared to do this, the customs and traditions are very, very strict, but here? I've kissed as many guys as there are streets in Mexico, they never stop wanting to get their hands on me! Do I feel bad for my wife? A little. I still talk to her and call her at night, but other than that, it's like I'm in a state of perfect euphoria; and she can't be hurt by something she'll never know about. Right? What happened in Mexico, stays in Mexico.
Valentín, Argentina – 32 years old
Pelutudo! How could I miss this? As soon as I got notifications on my phone about the CORPUS, Inc. promotion, I was immediately pulling out my card to pay! I love soccer, it's in my blood.
I have a somewhat… average physique, I won't say it's a marvel of the world but I'm not too out of shape either. I'm slim with a slight belly from not exercising as much as I used to. The demands of a job and the stress of it all take their toll. But in this body, hohoho! These biceps are tremendous! Like freaking grapefruits, sometimes I feel like biting them!
I don't know what the original owner of this body is doing in mine. It was cheaper to just let him stay inside me than to possess him. I guess he's sightseeing or something, but what the hell do I care? I'm going to take the win-win situation! He can have my skinny body all he wants while I keep his muscles. Look at these thighs! I bet I could burst something between them!
The only thing that bothers me a little is how huge my feet are. I must have gone up almost four sizes. They feel clumsy. It's not something I'm used to, but if I have to put up with big feet in exchange for being a damn stud, bring on those gigantic feet! Hahaha. I don't have to worry about not being able to see the match, about people respecting me, or about them trying to rob me. That used to worry me a lot! But now, any guy moves aside to let me pass. I feel powerful! I'm seriously thinking about extending my stay. I thought about following the World Cup by changing bodies little by little, but I think I can watch it on TV or something. The only thing that matters to me now is staying in this perfect body.
Lachlan, Australia – 24 years old
I think jet lag is one of the things I hate most about traveling to other parts of the world. Australia almost always has a huge time difference compared to Western countries. And I love to travel!
My original plan was to go to Mexico and then head to one of its beaches. I love feeling the sand, the salt water, riding the waves – it's in my blood, you know? But jet lag was a real headache that I didn't want to deal with this time, so when I saw CORPUS, Inc. displays at the airport, I thought it was better to trade my round-trip ticket for a local body.
And dude, I wasn't disappointed! Mexico is a fantastic place, its beaches are great, but wow! Their bodies were so much better! I'm loving this muscular physique; it's similar to mine but at the same time so damn different! Their thick legs, their biceps, that ass, god! I love how jet-black hair looks on me; I'm usually blonde, but this tan is worth every second. I never understood the supposed "Latin charm", but now that I'm living it, in a very literal sense, it's fabulous! Maybe watching football wasn't one of my main goals, but it turns out they give you your national team's uniform or something like that, and hehe, I love how it looks.
Would I prefer to watch it in a swimsuit? Yeah, but a trip to a swimsuit shop can wait. Maybe I want to have a little more fun in front of the mirror – new body, new limits to explore.
Camille, France – 45 years old.
Ces fils de putes! I was supposed to have arranged my exchange with CORPUS, Inc. to find me a female body, not a fucking stinking gorilla! What am I supposed to do in this body?! I wanted to accompany my husband in his athletic pursuits in the body of some young Latina woman, that was my idea! Not this! It sucks!
The sweat is so earthy and acidic it's going to make me cry, and that… thing! between my thighs is fucking uncomfortable, I have to keep adjusting it no matter how small the steps I take. What am I supposed to do for a month trapped in this body? I can't ask for a refund, or exchanges, and to top it all off, my husband is who knows where, like some fucking lost suitcase. It seems they sent his consciousness to another body because of a system error. I don't know where he is, I don't know who he is now, or what I'm going to do. We'll see each other in a month, that's for sure, but… merde! Am I going to have to be a stinky man for a month?!
I don't even have tickets to any match; my husband had those. What am I going to do?! Ugh! And this feels so… sticky. Oh no, no, no, no. I need to go to the bathroom again. I'm going to have to touch that thing. No! How disgusting…
Chase, United States – 20 years old.
Was I interested in soccer? Well, a little. I think I'm more of a basketball or American football fan, but! CORPUS, Inc. had launched a special program for university students under the pretext of the World Cup. Several of my classmates decided to go to other host countries or cities, but me? I wanted Mexico.
Why? To be honest, I haven't the slightest idea. But there's something about the vibe that's incredibly appealing! The festive atmosphere, the music, I always wanted to go, but I was worried about looking like an… Pendejo? Woah! It feels so good to pronounce it correctly! Besides all the stigma surrounding foreigners, so having your own “local” body and using it however you want is fantastic.
Like the movie Avatar! It turns out this body has a tremendous tolerance for drinking, and it's attractive to other guys here; it's like a hot magnet!
It wasn't hard for me to do this in my old body; I'm what you might call a "fratbro", proud of it, by the way. But being in this body is... different, sooo different. I don't know if it's the steroid-fueled nerd look, the short hair, or the fact that I can't see without his glasses, but I'm fascinated by being in this body here!
The parties, the streets, shit, the encounters! Did you know what happens in the last car of the subway? In my old body, I didn't feel very comfortable exploring my sexuality. I knew I liked other men, but I don't think that would be very well received in the fraternity. I depend a lot on my athletic scholarship, and I don't want to throw away my future just to... experiment. I know I have to be brave to come out, but I don't think I can in my own body. So, being in someone else's body and being able to do everything I was afraid of is fucking fantastic. Do I like it? No, I LOVE IT. It's the best experience of my life!
I hope the guy who ended up with my body is enjoying being a stereotypical frat bro, blond and with more muscles than brains, because I'm enjoying being in this Mexican body so much!
Alejandro, Spain – 34 years old.
This wasn't the damn body I was expecting, macho. In the application I filled out, I clearly specified that I wanted a muscular guy, my same age, very hairy, dark-skinned, with black hair, and an almost stallion-like physique. I paid a fortune to have those VERY specific wishes fulfilled. And what greets me when I arrive?
A hairless, blond, skinny guy with legs and arms as long as spaghetti, and in his early twenties.
And what does the company end up telling me? That they can't offer refunds, they can't give me back my old body, that they apologize, and in return, they'll give me a 10% discount on my next purchase. No me jodas!
I was supposed to come to Mexico to make out with guys and have them worship me like I was their god!
I saved every single penny of my shitty job as a computer programmer for this, just one month where I would be a huge Latino guy, making locals and foreigners tremble the moment I walked in anywhere. I expected a testosterone-fueled musk, that the slightest trace of sweat would stink like chili peppers in vinegar. And you know what this guy smells like?! It's like he's practically oozing vanilla from his pores!
Have I tried to pick up guys with my new look? Ah, here's the worst part! I want to pick up men, but they're trying to dominate ME. I didn't come here for this! And the really worst part is... I don't feel a thing! Turns out this body is straight. I thought that wouldn't matter. The form said it was a minor issue and that the body would adapt to my psyche, but no! I don't know what I'll do. I don't feel comfortable doing anything heterosexual with this body, but at the same time, it's the only thing it's comfortable with. I just want this fucking month to be over. It was supposed to be the best vacation of my life.
Ren, Japan – 19 years old.
My family wasn't entirely sure about taking over CORPUS, Inc. But they were all huge soccer fans; they went crazy for being in the stadium, cheering and shouting whether their favorite team won or lost. They were... passionate. On the other hand, I'm not like that; I'm a nerd. I prefer reading comics, mangas and playing video games, which was a problem for my father, who was always trying to steer me toward the "right path", and this was one of his many attempts to do so.
At the CORPUS, Inc. travel agency in Japan, they convinced him that if they placed me in a soccer-fanatic body, the passion would become more comfortable for me, and I would accept it as my own. My father bought five spots without hesitation: his, my mother's, my older brother's, my middle sister's, and mine, the youngest of the three.
What was the problem?
My dad didn't read the terms and conditions of the bodies he was renting properly, and they all turned out to be male. This was a huge problem for my mom and sister; they obviously weren't too happy about having huge muscles and buzz cuts while their voices were ridiculously deep, haha（そして付け加えておかなければならないのは、彼の「寛大な」美徳はそれだけにとどまらなかったということだ。）
My dad tried to file a complaint, but his signature on the documents invalidated any claim, so… My parents slept in separate rooms for about three days; customs surrounding homosexuality weren't very positive in Japan. But what happened last night? Oh, haha, it turns out their feelings are way stronger than their ideology, and they got tangled up in bed. I thought we were having an earthquake when I felt the whole house shake, haha!
Oh, and me? Well, like I said, I was used to being a nerd: straight hair, almost mushroom-shaped hair, thick glasses, skinny, short, and the body I got is gorgeous!
It has tanned skin, is about 50cm taller than me, weighs about 70kilos, and most of it is muscle mass, and damn, I have these gigantic arms! I couldn't be happier to be in this body. I love how my areolas harden when they rub against the shirts I wear; But the million-dollar question is… Have I felt more passion for football? Ha, 絶対にありえない、それは全く不可能だ！
I flatly refused to go with them to the stadium. I preferred to stay put playing video games and exploring this body. The pecs are fantastic, I love the chin, and the scent is… Damn, it's fantastic. I've never smelled such a strong odor, or at least not coming from myself. I can't stop smelling my armpits or reaching down to collect some musk between my legs. Ugh, shit, it's hard again… Well, I guess if I act like a pervert in this body, it doesn't matter much. It's “my” body at the end of the day, right?
Callum, England – 67 years old.
My glory days were a couple of decades ago. I'm not what I used to be. I used to have a great physique, I was athletic, I had charisma. Now I'm just a wrinkled raisin waiting to end up six feet under. I loved soccer; there was nothing else I preferred to watch on TV. My life was already so monotonous: just being in a nursing home, walking around, sitting for hours in front of the TV, sleeping, and then back again.
CORPUS, Inc. appeared at the perfect time. And they ended up putting me in this guy's body! See these biceps? And these abs, oh, oh! These pecs! I seriously wonder if it would be a good idea to wear a sports bra or something, hahaha. They're truly gigantic and heavy. This guy can't be more than twenty-five years old. My back doesn't hurt, nor do my joints. I'm strong and can run like a damn gazelle!
I haven't done anything but fiddle around here and there, also playing with… a couple of his things. It turns out this guy is also gay, and not just any gay guy – he seems to be seriously kinky. At first, I was shocked. I'd been married for almost thirty years to the love of my life, may she rest in peace. We were heterosexual and monogamous our whole lives; “games” in the bedroom weren't exactly common.
So, finding this guy's apartment full of leather outfits, harnesses, toys of all sizes, colors, and textures, and a laundry basket overflowing with musky socks and sticky underwear was disruptive, but woah, I've never felt so alive!
Do I feel like a pervert? Yes. Am I regretting it? No! Being young again is so fantastic, and the best part is I can eat again too! I can stuff myself with as much pizza and soda as I want. A few days ago, I was so horny and so hungry that I started rubbing a piece of chicken on… You know, it ended up all greasy and the chicken covered in a whitish liquid that was fucking delicious in my mouth!
I don't know if it's his psyche mixed with mine or if I had this dark side inside me, but I really love being in his body. Fuck! I was supposed to be at the stadium over an hour ago, the game already started, it was the one I cared about! Oh well… If I'm not going then…
Thiago, Brazil – 28 years old.
The body I received was very different from the one I had ordered. I'm a bodybuilder, I have a tan, my muscles are like rocks, always masculine and imposing, like a wild beast. But my new identity is the complete opposite: thin, blond, with silky hair like Rapunzel, with certain mannerisms that, no matter how hard I try to control them, still come naturally.
Mas eu gosto disso. I thought I would hate it from the first second I opened my eyes. The staff tried to explain, almost tripping over each other's words as soon as they noticed me looking at my reflection more closely than usual, but this was perfect! I don't know why I loved it so much, but this figure is so different from my usual self.
The soft cheekbones, the designer hair, the lack of muscles – I don't have to worry about bending down and hitting my head on the doorframe, or if I'm too wide to sit somewhere. I don't feel heavy or gigantic. I like the way other, stronger guys look at me, and, wow, I just want to run into their arms.
Maybe the only thing I don't like is that this guy's personality clashes with mine, and it turns out he's really, really shy. It's making it so hard for me to go out and meet new people. But all is not lost. He has friends, and he even has a… boyfriend. Did he tell him about the exchange? No. Does he know? Definitely not. So, I guess for the rest of the month, I can enjoy being thinner, having a loving boyfriend who has no idea who I really am, and spending hours and hours admiring myself in the mirror.
Adoro a incompetência desta empresa, obrigada.
Diego, Mexico – 22 years old.
Did CORPUS, Inc. also have coverage in the very country it was promoting, so others could occupy our bodies like miniature hotels? Yes. Did people complain? Yes. Did the government, FIFA, or CORPUS, Inc. itself do anything about it? No.
Did I take advantage and grab someone else's body? Of course I did!
I must admit that I don't like soccer at all; on the contrary, I hate it. I've never had a good relationship with that sport, and I simply find it silly to watch two men chasing a ball like idiots. But, being in someone else's body and having all their attributes is like pure bliss; having these pecs is fantastic! It turns out this guy's body belongs to an influencer who wanted to go on vacation to Europe. I was lucky enough to find the body available before another foreigner took it, and now I am him!
Tall, muscular, wearing expensive clothes, living in a luxury apartment, they gave me a long, boring lecture about soccer and things to do in the city, just out of obligation (cómo si no supiera yo a dónde ir en mi propia ciudad).
I still record things for his social media, and I make sure he sees everything I upload. It turns out the terms and conditions of the exchange exempt me from or don’t make me responsible for the "misuse" of his body, as long as I don't leave marks or permanent physical damage, everything will be fine. But that doesn't cover reputation or what I can do with his personal brand.
I love fame, but I would definitely love to see more of the "leaked" things about this body, see him on his knees with his tongue hanging out, more... intimate videos, scandals about "indecent" acts in public places. Do I want to humiliate him? Of course! Am I going to feel bad about it? A little, but I want to have several tangible memories when I get back into my body. I've been sending my old number hundreds and hundreds of photos and videos in very compromising positions. You'd be surprised how flexible this body is.
The best part is that he signed a contract that clearly specifies that nothing can be mentioned about the exchange or use of CORPUS, Inc as a company that rents his body, if I do something, “he” did it of his own free will and conscience.
And I'm going to do whatever I want with it. Poor guy, he would have been better off going on vacation by plane.
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Previously on Haunted: Tobias releases Daniel from his temporary confinement so he can tell him the truth about why he was hanging around the library and why he has a book with notes for a "soul exchange" which would allow one of the ghosts (likely the one inhabiting Benji's body at that moment) to take his life at the expense of his. Daniel denies everything, which enrages Tobias to the point that Julian has to restrain him.
At that moment, Ben realizes that Daniel isn't as bad as he seems, and that his past is actually the main reason for his defensive behavior.
Tobias and Daniel manage to make peace, while Benji discovers his new power, which allows him to possess other ghosts. He realizes this after accidentally possessing Julian and finding that, although it seems like a mistake, he wants to be with him. With Ben’s feelings somewhat cleared but still in chaos, Daniel offers to guide him and his friends to discover which ghosts "are not" anywhere in the Institute, which would be the possible culprits of stealing Benji's body and plotting to keep it for all eternity.
Previous part: Haunted: Kiss Me And I Might...
— Do you really think it could be Zeke? – Benji murmured as he walked down the corridors. He had a bad feeling, and honestly, being in this predicament didn't do much to calm his anxiety. He considered Zeke a good friend, someone special to him. Maybe they weren't that... consistent, considering Zeke's attention span was shorter than a blink, but would he really be capable of stealing his body?
— I don't know, it's just my suspicion. Tobias' boyfriend hasn't been able to find any more information about the “mission watching over” your body, and Julian and the old man are going to look for Marco, so that leaves him as the only one.
Benji's fingers tensed at Daniel's suggestion. What could he expect? He knew that dealing with the dead was pretty messed up, but who would be capable of stealing someone else's body and life just to live in their place?
— I don't think it's him.
— Do you really doubt the person who always ends up dragging every body he possesses into a scandal? Once he ended up in the body of an athlete and ate twenty hamburgers in a row in the cafeteria, one after the other. They had to rush the guy to the hospital.
— B-but…
— And let’s not even mention the incident with the chemistry teacher, or that exchange student who mysteriously went so “crazy” that he wandered around the library in his boxers, yelling nonsense and sniffing his hands.
The mortal felt like the class president was leading him down a series of dead ends around a crossroads; each “piece of evidence” made him doubt more and more.
The ghost they were looking for almost always wandered around the cafeteria and kitchen because of the hunger he always seemed to give him and the binge-eating fits he had in the middle of his chaotic possessions, but they hadn’t had any luck. Another place he used to hang around was the green areas, always lying in the grass or trying to blow on a dandelion (hopefully, he wouldn't accidentally swallow it). But there was no trace of him there either; it was as if the earth had sucked him in, or as if he were somewhere else (or inside someone).
— We've been searching for almost three hours, Ben. We have to go back to the others. Why don't you want to accept that Zeke is the one inside you? – The ghost from the sixties was fed up. His feet ached, the sun was beginning to set, and all the ghost's usual places and hiding spots were empty, without a trace or sign that anyone had been there.
— Just search for him.
— No, I'm tired of it. I'm fed up. What's wrong with that? Let's just go, we'll tell the others, Rex will beat him up and kick him out of your body. Why don't you want to do that? What scares you so much?
— Because he's my friend, Daniel! – The silence between them was tense and heavy with melancholy. Ben's knuckles were pale, unsure what to say – I don't want to think that a friend could betray me to that degree.
Again, silence was all that surrounded them.
— I hate to tell you this, Ben, but Zeke's only friend is his “happy grass”, and nothing else.
Benji nodded without saying anything. Daniel approached him and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. He was never good with feelings, and offering comfort to someone was probably a political campaign he'd never win. The mortal heard the other's footsteps recede toward the institute's workshops, leaving him alone. A couple of tears moved to his cheeks, as if he were starting to drizzle. He sobbed softly, trying to hold back.
He sobbed a little more, pausing for a brief moment.
— Sniff... Sniff… – Ben opened his eyes, looking around, trying to hold his breath so he could listen. Was that his own sob or…? – Sniff…
He walked toward where he thought the sound was coming from. There wasn't much around, except for bushes they'd already checked, a few empty benches, the setting sky, a tree… He squinted to get closer to the trunk, looking up to see worn and dirty sneakers hanging from a branch. Where was he?
— Um... Hello? – The sob stopped abruptly. He heard the leaves rustling, as if something were trying to hide among them – Is anyone there? Hello?
The sound of the wind was the only answer. He tried to get a little closer to see who it was, but all he could see was a curled-up shadow, sniffling.
— Zeke? Is that you?
— ...Go away, Ben – He heard his voice, though the tone was different. There wasn't that usual playful spark, which was understandable if he was crying, but there was something else. He felt more... sober?
Ben looked around. How the hell was he supposed to climb a tree? He'd never done it in his life, but he knew Zeke wasn't going to come down willingly. Moving the tree wasn't an option either. Damn it! Why couldn't ghosts float like in the movies?
The mortal clung to the trunk as best he could, trying to climb, though he looked more like a caterpillar wriggling around a branch. He ended up falling hard to the ground. Zeke said nothing, just continued hugging his legs and burying his face in them.
Benjamin got up as best he could; he wasn't going to give up. He tried to hug the tree again, this time using his legs instead of his arms to slowly climb until he reached the first sturdy branch. He pushed himself up, first using his arm and then his leg. The heights made him dizzy, but he forced himself to climb until he reached the branch where Zeke was. The tree's foliage provided the perfect cover. Only the remaining daylight filtered through the thick leaves. Mortals wouldn't even come close to seeing him, and ghosts… Well, that was another matter.
Carefully, Ben slid toward him, trying not to look down. He sat down as best he could beside him. Zeke's ragged breathing and soft sobs were barely audible, his body burying itself in the air as if trying to hug himself.
— What are you doing here? – Finally, something escaped Benji's lips. He didn't know how to approach him. Should he hug him? Try to take his hand? Say something else? It didn't help that he was still and rigid like a branch, trying not to sway, his fingernails digging into the wood.
— Just go, Ben. It's none of your business. Leave me alone – he whispered. The mortal couldn't help but notice the difference in his tone of voice again. It wasn't... shrill. It sounded normal, like any other human, or even a ghost, a balloon without helium.
— I'm not going to leave you alone.
— And why do you care so much about what I have? Just get lost! – Finally, Zeke pulled away from his own hiding place, his face pale and streaked with tears. His eyes were red from crying, and his hair had lost its luster. Everything about him had changed. He was gone, not even a shadow of the vigorous guy who always cheered him up with even the silliest joke. Now, there was only… That.
— Because you're my friend, Zeke. That's why I care, you matter to me – Zeke let out another sob before swallowing his tears. Finally, their eyes met. The poor guy ran his hands through his hair as if trying to tidy himself up; he was a chaos – Do you want to tell me what's wrong?
His friend's gaze fell to the ground for a couple of seconds, nervously fiddling with his clothes before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
— I know what other people think of me, and what you… think of me.
— What do you mean?
— That I'm a mess, Ben! That I can't control myself, that I'm always daydreaming, that even talking to me isn't worth it because I get confused, because I don't know what I'm talking about! That I'm so high up that... That… – His voice broke, tears welled up in his eyes again, he gasped, heavy with pain, shaking his head and covering it with his hands – I feel alone, Ben. I feel so alone…
The mortal couldn't hold back as he hugged his friend, resting his head on his shoulder while the other continued to cry, clinging to him. Tears kept falling like a storm as the sun slowly set, and Zeke trembled all over.
— Why do you say that?
— I don't have any friends, Ben. Everyone else always rejects me, they think I'm stupid, like that damn Dory! And the worst part is, I think so too, I feel that way too, and I hate myself. I hate it! Why did I have to die like this?! Why couldn't I die sober?! Every month it's the same, every month I… I have this period of lucidity where I realize the stupid things I do, the lives I've ruined, where I know I have no self-control. Where I promise myself to be more careful, to regulate myself more, to be more aware, and the next month it's the same thing again. I try to talk to other people and they practically run away from me like I have the plague. I'm tired, Benny, really… I'm really tired.
The sun finished setting, the sky released one last bluish glimmer before beginning to give way to night, the air made the leaves of the tree sway slightly.
— Are you always here?
— When I regain consciousness, yeah… I always stay here. There’s no point in going anywhere else. What for? Just have Brady and Daniel make fun of me for sniffing around like a dog? No thanks – Ben nodded carefully. Zeke wiped away his tears, his heart still aching from crying – This is the first time I’ve told anyone this, and the first time anyone’s seen me like this.
— Like this?
— Just being… me – He swallowed – I don’t want people to judge me only for who I am when I’m high, or when my blood is running in “somewhere else”. I want to be me, and for people to value me for who I am.
— And aren’t you yourself when you do all those things?
— Yeah, but…
— You’re my friend, Zeke. And I don’t care if you’re hard to talk to sometimes, or if what you say doesn’t make sense, if you can choke on a whole bag of chips, or if you want to show me your true self. You can be with me however you want, I'm your friend.
The ghost's eyes shone with comfort, a gentle smile forming as he embraced him.
— Thank you, Ben…
— You don't have to thank me, I'll always be here for you – They stayed like that for a second, before the undead guy pulled away for an instant, wiping away his tears to extend his hand, smiling.
— Nice to meet you, my name is Ezekiel.
— Nice to meet you, I'm Benjamin – They both chuckled, staring into space – Zeke, I have something to tell you.
— About your body? Yes, I heard Daniel.
— No, not that. It's something more... personal, and I need a friend's advice – Ben nervously intertwined his fingers, his legs bouncing back and forth – I... I don't know what to do.
— What do you mean?
— You know I'm with Peter, right? We're dating and all that – Zeke nodded cautiously, not quite understanding where this was going – I met someone, and I want to be with this person, but everything keeps us apart... He belongs to one world, and I to another; when I leave here, he'll be left behind forever. So, what's the point of falling in love with him? I have a... boyfriend who's alive, with whom I can have a secure future, but I've never felt as alive as I have with him, and I want to get to know him, I want to kiss him, I want... I want so many things, but…
— And what is it that your heart wants?
Ben barely managed a wry laugh.
— If I knew what I wanted, I wouldn't be asking you now, mate.
— I know, I mean, everything might be against you, like you said, there are so many things keeping you apart, and time is running out, but if you know you want him, why not make the time worthwhile? Maybe eternity isn't guaranteed for you, but you have this precious moment. Don't let time slip away, Ben. Don't lose the love of your life; time never forgives.
The mortal smiled slightly, moving closer to embrace him.
— Thank you, Zeke, I…
— Oh, look, a butterfly – Ben pulled back slightly, noticing Zeke's dilated pupils. His expression had changed, becoming more blank, his eyes glowing again, staring into space, completely lost. The mortal rested his head on his shoulder, patting his leg.
— I love you, buddy.
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Quick: Room Change
Holy shit! This isn't what I envisioned for a summer vacation; I knew it wasn't a good idea to stay in one of these roadside motels in the middle of the night!
One minute I was in my car because I'd forgotten something in the glove compartment, and the next I was here, inside a guy I don't even know! With a towel wrapped around me and... Shit... Maybe I could get used to this, you know?
It's not like I had a bad body before, but this is definitely new, with these strong muscles and this slim figure, haha! Woah... Nice pecs, I like the hair on them, that cute little path down the middle, heh. Maybe I could find some girl to have some fun with. If I'm not in my body, it doesn't count as cheating on my wife, right? I think-
— Is everything okay, honey? You're taking your time, sweetie, and I have to admit I'm not in the mood to wait around – a male voice echoed down my spine, like a snarling lion on the prowl. I froze, completely speechless. From the next bathroom, a huge guy, almost two meters tall, strong, muscular, with a scent that spread through the air like poisonous mist, hit my lungs.
Pectorals as big as footballs, biceps nearly forty centimeters or more. I had to swallow hard as I felt his footsteps echo on the floor while he positioned himself behind me to kiss my back, the hairs of his beard digging in alongside his warm breath that began to raise my new tool against the towel. Shit... This is going to get bad.
What the hell?! Where am I?! Oh. Shit, shit, shit. This doesn't look anything like my hotel room. Why am I wearing a t-shirt and- Wow! And these arms? WOOOAH! I think I could get used to it, huh? Although this beard is itchy, ugh. And the stench, yuck! Doesn't this guy know anything about personal hygiene? This seat feels so uncomfortable, it's so compact, like a family man's car. Ohhhh! That explains the keychain with a family photo and the "baby on board" sign behind it.
Although I'm not going to waste this huge body playing “the sweet family”. Maybe I can have some fun with my boyfriend, after all, we were about to "get things interesting".
I usually have no problem letting him pound my cute ass for hours until I'm breathless against the bed, but with these muscles! I think it'll be better to break in this fat tool, thick as a beer can, heh.
I should pay him a visit, I don't think he's busy. Right?
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CORPUS.Inc - All Inclusive
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Our body swap system allows you to access the body of a local in the place you want to visit, depending on your needs. Want a muscular guy? There's bound to be someone in the area with those characteristics!
A twink? A more mature man? A sweaty himbo to ride the waves? Of course, it's done!
With coverage across almost the globe, going to a country on the other side of the world is no longer a distant dream or something that requires a lot of saving. From paradisiacal beach destinations like Latin America or Australia.
To colder, icy destinations like Sweden and parts of Europe. Even Japan is among our options for you to have the best vacation you can imagine!
Enjoy your all-inclusive stay, and at the same time, enjoy walking in someone else's shoes. Any body type, characteristics, and shapes are welcome. You can even rent your own body to generate income while you travel!
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CORPUS, Inc. is not responsible for the misuse of your body by another guest. The exchange of body and consciousness has a slight margin of error in "psyche assimilation" due to our use of a neural network, so changes in your personality, sexual orientation, phobias, or languages spoken may become permanent.
In case of loss of your original body, the client agrees to inhabit the substitute body assigned by the company for the rest of their life. By signing, you waive your right to miss your former life.
Enjoy your journey and thank you for trusting CORPUS, Inc. The number one bodyswap and possessions’ company worldwide.
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This story is rather short, but it has a "deceptive" twist: I'd love to write more for you all! And to celebrate this special possessed summer, vacations and everything else, I'd like to ask you: What body would you like to be in? Where have you always wanted to travel but for one reason or another haven't been able to?
It's time to make your fantasies a reality! They might not be extremely long stories, but they would also give me time to work and write, to create something special for you all. If you've already left your request in my inbox, in the comments, or anywhere else, rest assured that I'm already working on it. In fact, several of you gave me this idea with your requests for vacation bodies or even for using CORPUS, Inc. for other purposes (wink wink).
Feel free to tell me your ideas, be open to whatever you want, and be creative. The sky's the limit. I'm very excited to read your ideas!
Remember that in the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!
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Shell Change
Hermit crabs are well-known worldwide for their habit of using seashells as "mobile homes", which they gradually replace as the previous one becomes too small or uncomfortable. It's a simple and easy process. But with human intervention, it has gradually become more complicated, causing the crabs to end up using other, less conventional things as shelters.
Larry was a small crab who had had quite bad luck finding a new shell. He had only found trash and a few other containers that were too impractical for him to use. However, being without a protective shell was like being out in the open, begging Mother Nature to do her work. He couldn't continue taking such risks.
He had surfaced to try to improve his search on the surface. Maybe he would have better options than the seabed. He searched everywhere without much success until he saw something lying on the sand. It was... gigantic, about twelve times his size. He could see the folds of muscle, the deep crimson of what appeared to be a... loincloth? He had no idea what he was looking at.
He wasn't unfamiliar with humans, but he was certainly used to seeing them more "active" rather than lying completely motionless. Larry tried to move beside it to gently push it away, but at that moment, he felt as if his paws were sinking into its skin like wet sand. He tried to back away, testing the surface with curiosity.
He had no idea if human skin had that characteristic, but a sound similar to a squawk from the sky alerted him that a seagull was circling the area, dangerously close. The little hermit crab panicked. What would he do? He was completely exposed. If he went back to the sea, who knew what dangers awaited him there? Venturing further inland wasn't an option either, and staying there was even less so. So what was the best option?
Larry stepped on the skin again, feeling the soft, squishy surface once more. Another croak alerted him. With little choice but to push forward, slowly entering the man's back. The man let out an uncomfortable grunt. The crustacean continued pushing until it disappeared completely inside his spine.
At first, the man's body remained completely still until it began to move abnormally again. His back twisted to the right, his legs began to move uncontrollably as if he were kicking the air, his arms followed suit, and his eyes fluttered open with vague movements that briefly turned them blank. He continued to grunt and gasp incomprehensibly, his hands thrashing against the sand as he felt something else invading him from within, climbing up his spine to the top of his head.
The stranger continued to thrash about on the ground, shaking his head, trying to maintain control of his body with his hands, but without much success.
— MWWWHHHAAAWWW – he continued to grunt, writhing, his breathing ragged, his pulse even more so. He tried to resist with all his might until it was impossible. He only let out a defeated gasp, collapsing onto the sand, exhausted.
He remained like that for a while, his chest exposed, until he opened his eyes, somewhat confused. The light bothered him as if the sun were shining directly on him; his head was killing him. He groaned again, covering his face.
— Ugh... Shit – He whispered, lying there with his eyes closed until he opened them, confused. He got up quickly; why did he feel so heavy? He tried to crawl, but his arms gave way, pulling him back and sending him sprawling face-first onto the sand – Agh! – He lay on the sand for a while longer, his nervous eyes darting around, his hands slowly reaching for his face – What... what the hell is this?
He got up as best he could, struggling to move his legs normally; he seemed clumsy. He moved one foot in front of the other and then back again, the sand tickling the soles of his feet. What had seemed like confusion and annoyance at first quickly transformed into surprise and... something more.
The crab-turned-man brought his hands to his new pectoral muscles, squeezing them. It was a completely new sensation, nothing like his usual rough, hard skin. It was... soft and spongy. He let out a chuckle that ended in a gasp, his eyes rolling back as his finger brushed against his areolas.
— Mfhhh! – escaped his lips, his fingers sliding against them, opening his mouth to tempt his moist tongue. Everything was new to him, so... big and perfect. Was it like a new... shell? A refuge? He'd certainly used some unusual things, but this far surpassed anything he'd ever known.
Those agile hands, with those long fingers, those... biceps and... Ugh! What was that smell? He tentatively raised his armpits to give it a quick sniff. They smelled quite strong, a mixture of sea salt and something more acidic, similar to vinegar. He wrinkled his nose but sniffed again, taking a deep drag. The more he smelled, the more he liked it.
Under his gaze, confused, as he felt his new tool harden against his wet swimsuit, Larry touched it, only to let out a long gasp. His hand wrapped tightly around it, rubbing himself like a pervert.
— Mfhhhh, f-fuck – In his marine life, he'd never known such fucking... vivid pleasure. It felt great. The birds and other predators that could devour him in one bite were nothing compared to his new form! Those enormous feet were fantastic, and those... muscles? Was that what they were called? They were fantastic! He was a little confused as to why his new "rear end" was so damn big and soft, plump like an anemone, haha! Maybe it would help him float better, who knows.
The poor guy was so confused and ecstatic about the wonders of being human that it was the least of his worries. With that enormous, smelly body, which was a damn gift to him, he could happily adapt to his new form. He was loving being human. Maybe it would be a problem getting used to the... Customs and not wanting to go swimming in the sea, but he could adapt.
And man, did he want to start learning more about the wonders of being human; those gigantic feet were piquing his curiosity so much... Larry moved along the sand, hopping gently with his new gift. How... did it even get to the shore in the first place?
It turned out the original owner was named Gerry, a tourist who had come to the beach area to experience a "bodysuit" party, one of the newest offerings from CORPUS.Inc. Entry was by invitation only. There, they assigned "roles" – some would wear the suits, others would be the ones. For better or worse, Gerry had been assigned the last one.
He felt his skin transform from what he was used to into a rubber suit the moment he took a sip of a cocktail with a "special touch". A fat millionaire had chosen him, groping himself all over with other borrowed guys just as sculpted and attractive as himself. He had behaved like a complete pervert (in fact, the word fell short; more like a damn pig), sniffing other people's feet and armpits, touching everyone here and there, and hadn't hesitated for a single second to put on his tight, passion-colored swimsuit.
Until he abandoned it on the beach. Gerry had been instructed that the effect would wear off after midday and that he would return to normal without any complications or side effects. Until Larry found him and... Well, he seemed quite pleased with his gift, which, unfortunately for the original owner, had already passed the time limit for returning to normal. So it was only a matter of time before they both got used to their new roles.
But goddamn! Larry was going to discover all out the new pleasures of humanity. Today was just the bright horizon of his new and fantastic life; this was the best shell change of his life! Yes!
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Thalassal Thief
— Heh, you look funny.
The guy muttered with a smug smile as he watched a jellyfish-like creature lying on the sand, thrashing about as best it could under his fascinated and somewhat mocking gaze. Tyron could only watch in horror as his old body loomed over him, that mocking smile completely out of character.
He just wanted to enjoy a good beach vacation; he needed it after finishing university. He wanted to relax before jumping straight into the arena of what would be working life. He hadn't counted on a body-stealing creature from the seabed deciding to surface that very day, where the unsuspecting Tyron was dipping his toes in the sea spray.
He felt a horrible sting that made his body spasm uncontrollably. His eyes went black, and the next thing he saw was his old body from below. Noticing his thick thighs and the outline they showed in the tight swimsuit he'd bought thinking it would be the best vacation of his youth, he tried to scream, to speak, or at least beg.
He felt so... strange, having so many tentacles instead of fingers. He also felt weak. He tried to bring his new limbs closer to his leg, or even his old foot, but the thieving creature only let out mocking laughter as it swiftly pushed him away.
— Oof, so slow! – It licked its lips, flexing its biceps and stretching as it clicked its tongue – I'd like to stay with you longer to... keep rubbing your body against you, but I think you should go now.
Before he could react, a wave crashed down, pulling him under. His new, clumsy body struggled to stay afloat, but it sank back to the bottom of the sea. The new Tyron adjusted his new tool, a perverted look on his face, his chest broadening in a commanding manner, as if he wanted to assert his dominance as the main male, he headed back to the hotel.
— Time to have some fun.
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Hi everyone! As those of you who have been following me for a while know (and who's not. Hi, my name it's StarBoy), I love creating themed stories around events throughout the year, whether they're holidays or celebrations like Halloween, Christmas, etc. So, with summer just around the corner, why not celebrate these months of sun, water, and sand in the best way possible?
I'll be posting themed stories about the holidays. I hope you enjoy them and are as excited as I am! I'll be a bit more consistent with my writing, although some will be shorter, caption-style stories, but there will be a TON of updates, haha (I have way too many photos saved xd).
Other special series like Haunted, Slipped, and others will continue as usual. I learned the hard way that trying to coordinate them with the time of year is a bit of a risky move, and I don't want to do it again, haha. So, my series will develop in their own time/space (most of them) to avoid complications.
I hope you enjoy the surprises, themes, writings, and other narratives I have prepared for you! I feel like summer, vacations, resorts, spas, water parks, the beach, and more, provide tons of content to write from (don't let on that I'm excited). Anyway, that's all I wanted to share before kicking off this "Possessed Summer".
If you have any ideas for this time of year, or any particular requests (like body swapping, possessing someone, or using any of the "services" such as CORPUS.inc), 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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Forced Fitness
When my brother suggested we swap bodies, I thought it would be amazing! I've always had a chubby body, with a little bit of fat here and there, almost like squishies. No matter how much I've dieted or exercised, the result is always the same: a damn belly and tight clothes (and not the way I'd like).
My brother, on the other hand, has a slimmer, well-defined, and attractive body, always at the gym, wearing clothes that show off everything, and that plump ass that looks like a cake. That's why I accepted without hesitation when he made the proposal. I thought it would all be mine: His biceps, his abs, all his tight clothes, those soft, attractive glutes, perfect for going out to pick up guys at a bar at night.
But all I've been doing is repeating exercise after exercise at the gym, damn it! I can't control my new body, it's like I'm on autopilot, lifting weights, doing squats and push-ups nonstop. My thighs are killing me, this fat ass is burning, all my muscles are screaming in agony, ugh!
I want my body back. This isn't what I wanted, damn it, damn it. I don't know why I agreed to swap bodies with him! And I don’t have even the slightest idea of what the hell he wants my body for. What's the point of all this?! Shit, here comes another rep, for God's sake, no! I swear I'm going to pass out from exhaustion, I can't take it anymore. FUCK!
Why did I swap bodies with my chubby brother? Meh. I was fed up with all the dieting, all the protein, exercises that left my body numb and sore. I loved the rewards, but not the work to get them. So... Why not have someone else do all the hard work while I sit back and relax? My brother already has a pig's body, oink oink, hahaha! Now I can eat all the food I want: Pizza, burgers, pasta, everything! Without worrying for a single second about calories, sugar, or fat. I can even go to a freaking buffet and eat the whole plate if I want. Haha!
Anyway, it's not like this body is going to get any fatter than it already is. I have to admit I kind of like how my belly bounces every time I move, haha, it's like having a balloon stuck to me! HAHAHA
Oops. My pizza's here, great, I was starving. Maybe my brother can keep up the training for a couple of months; I don't think he'll mind living my life on my terms.
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0. The Fool
Professor Hudson's gaze darted wearily from side to side as he surveyed the university's end-of-semester fair. He could see his stupid students running around, the occasional amorous couple practically devouring each other, athletes flexing, and some overweight guy stuffing himself with cotton candy. They all seemed so... idiotic.
Hudson was the typical academic who made life miserable for his students, always thinking he was a brilliant genius walking the earth (and, well, his almost three doctorates plus a master's degree only made him more arrogant and prone to exploding at the slightest idiotic action).
He despised athletes above all else, those fraternity members who didn't strive for anything other than getting ripped at the gym to impress girls, or even guys. All this talk about inclusion, for crying out loud. How could anyone prefer having muscles over brains? And it wasn't like he didn't take care of himself, of course he did, but he had brains.
— Stop running, you're going to cause an accident! – The professor practically barked at some students who were running around carelessly. Those brats were going to give him an aneurysm.
His gaze lingered on one of the fair's tents; there were hundreds and hundreds of them, some for target games, others for food, and there were even photo booths, but this one The tent was different… It had intense, striking, yet calming blue colors on its walls and ceiling, and a scent that seemed to be sea breeze emanated from it.
In no time, the man was already walking inside. There was only very dim candlelight and… sand? He looked up, finding a young, blonde woman with a slight smile behind a glass table.
— Hello, welcome. Can I help you?
— I… Excuse me, what is this? – the man said, somewhat confused. He didn't even know how he had gotten there; it was as if an alluring, hypnotic force, almost pure magnetism, had drawn him in.
— Would you like me to tell your fortune? I think it's better if I explain it this way – Cirse moved the deck in her hands; the cards shifted elegantly from side to side, almost floating in the air. They were engraved with bluish details and vibrant colors, as if they wanted to convey the essence of the summer that was almost upon them.
— Fortune? – the man asked. He let out a mocking laugh, shaking his head – That's for charlatans and people without their own judgment. It's obviously false – He was about to turn away when she spoke again.
— Of course, it's easy to believe what you can see, but what's imperceptible to the human eye, that's what's truly fascinating. If you're a man of fact and not faith. Great philosophers have pondered this doubt, the real question here is… If you're so sure of your knowledge, why would it matter to put it to the test?
The professor's jaw tightened. The most sensible thing would have been to leave the shop and leave the woman alone, but the urge to prove a point took hold of him. He approached the table and sat down on the other side.
— Cost?
— Our first reading is always free – She winked at him confidently as she passed the cards from one side to the other. The sound between them was like clicks. Everything moved so quickly that he didn't have a second to distinguish the different cards. The Magician, Judgment, Fortune, Knight of Wands – everything moved like a hurricane until finally one touched the table, sliding across it. Circe's smile appeared like a painting, accompanied by a giggle.
— And what's that?
She turned the card over to reveal the Fool.
— Wow, what a great turn… – she whispered, fascinated, touching the card with her elegant nails – The Fool card tells us about the beginning of a new journey, and I think it will be a very long one... With all the potential that's trapped inside you. And more than anything, liberation.
Her lips pronounced that last word as if it were silk, letter by letter. The candles slowly extinguished until the place was plunged into complete darkness. The man just rolled his eyes.
— Yes, yes, it's clear you know how to put on a good show. Can I go now? – The silence was total. Hudson sighed, about to stand up when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He had to throw himself back down in the chair; it was a pain Disabled. Shit, was he having a heart attack? – Hello?! Something's wrong with me, I need help!
He expected to hear the woman's voice again, but only felt another pain in his ribs. He clenched his jaw, trying to stifle a scream, but it was useless. He felt as if his bones were being torn apart. He gripped the armrests tightly, gasping for breath.
— MFHHH! H-Help! – he pleaded again, desperately seeking someone's attention. Without hearing the way his clothes began to rustle, as if the seams were about to burst, the man groaned. Suddenly, his pectoral muscles expanded forward, like the yeast baking a cake fresh from the oven. He felt his shirt begin to tighten, trying to accommodate his new changes, but without much success. Buttons flew off, and the "elegant" sweater he was wearing ripped like cracks in an earthquake. The pain was excruciating; his skin burned. Something similar was happening to his lower torso, his abs heating up to melt away all the accumulated fat. His years-long belly began to reintegrate with the rest of his body, leaving behind a well-defined six-pack and a glistening, pearly complexion.
— MFHH! M-Miss! – He shouted again, a burp escaping his lips inexplicably. He tried to cover his mouth when he felt another one, but instead felt a tingling in his arms that quickly filled with that same wave of energy, expanding in a snap of his fingers. His biceps were defined, though not usually so exaggerated, but now they had grown exponentially, as if he were a gym addict. His armpits, usually hairless, were now covered in hair, and a strong smell hit his nose. Shit, why did he smell like a gym? It was the same smell that filled his classroom when the damn athletes came in after a rigorous training session. The aroma left him so confused that he didn't realize when the sensation shifted to his legs, his muscles beginning to expand, using stored fat to transform it into pure, dense muscle. The man groaned, feeling his pants begin to rip.
— Shit! No! – He watched as his tailored trousers tore to shreds, his boxers tightening as his tool began to mutate in the same way. He was well-endowed, a good 15cm, but these began to grow longer and longer, becoming heavier, thicker, and longer. His balls followed suit, becoming more rounded and filled with that precious whitish fluid. The sensation was still uncomfortable, but there was a more lustful charge in these final stimuli. The man gasped, his tongue lolling out, caressing himself as the transformation moved down to shape his calves. Again, the changes accelerated in his feet. The khaki shoes ended up torn and shredded as his feet grew, smelling and sweaty. Hudson let out a loud, confused groan, his face flushed.
— S-shit, t-this isn't right – he stammered, trying to stand. He paced aimlessly, trying to lean against the table for air, but his shoulders and back swelled, becoming larger and more massive. The stern professor's careless hand brushed against his manhood, panting. Slowly, he felt his rear end begin to grow and become rounder, as if air were being pumped into a pair of shiny balloons. The little that remained of his clothing tightened around the new shape. The air was warm, though a loud thud from his buttocks shattered it completely – PPFFRHHHHT.
His stomach ached as if tons of protein were inside him. Another thunderous fart escaped. The professor had no idea what was happening.
— N-no, it can't be – He tried to take another step forward, another burp escaping his lips. He was so desperate and confused that he didn't even notice the body he now had, which bore no resemblance to his usual physique. It looked as if his head had been attached to the body of some college athlete, and in fact, that was the extent of the change.
Energy surged up his spine to his neck.
— Shit! – What came out of his mouth was a sound completely foreign to his polite and refined tone. Now it was deep, resonant, as if he didn't have many brain cells. His voice sounded almost 20 years younger, hmmm! Little by little, his neck changed, becoming more muscular and rugged.
A huge Adam's apple rose, and his skin gradually became smoother, perfect, like that of a high-level athlete. His chin sculpted, and every trace of a double chin disappeared in the blink of an eye. His cheeks followed the same path, becoming firmer, his nose more upturned, his head grew a little, his old glasses broke from the sides and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
— MFHH! SOMEONE HELP! – he shouted again, his voice unfamiliar to him. The transformation reached his hair, turning it a deeper brown, styled in a shorter, more modern way. The man was slamming against the walls. But that wasn't the worst of it.
Like a jolt of energy, he suddenly froze, face up, his eyes slightly crossed, his mouth ajar with saliva escaping.
— Ughh… – He was almost in a catatonic state, only grunts and guttural sounds escaping his thick throat – Mfhhh…
His eyes remained almost blank. Apparently, from the outside, nothing was happening. But inside his mind, it was as if the Library of Alexandria were under fire again; all his knowledge, his academic degrees, everything was being thrown away while something else was forming in its place. Why worry so much about IQ when he could keep training to grow those fantastic pecs? Hehehe, one more size and he'd have to wear a sports bra, hehe. His brain was slowly slowing down as other priorities tore down each of the islands that were important to him in his psyche. Goodbye to teaching, hello to partying. Why would he be interested in teaching others when he was barely in college, bro? What kind of nerd would he be?
His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He wouldn't have a fixed preference; bread is for everyone to enjoy, right? He'd be like a beast in bed, bro! Although nervous twinks were definitely his weakness, hammering them for hours, so damn sweaty. With that damn stench emanating from every part of their bodies that he loved so much.
His mind was slowly adapting to the new frat-brother body he now had, with those nice muscles, that attractive face that could make anyone swoon. He could sweat like nobody else on campus; they called him "Stinky Danny" for a reason. Ha, his farts were fucking legendary! They smell like tear gas, but he loved them – pure protein, honey!
The old, strict, and bitter professor was a complete jock now. The image of the student he so detested, the one he thought was a waste of student funds, was now Danny.
The good old Danny, a member of the football team – hopefully he'd be captain someday, stinky, he spent more time in the gym than in his classes, which were fucking boring. He didn't think much, duh. He'd gotten into college on an athletic scholarship; he could pay some nerd to do his homework for him (or better yet, do it "in person").
The whirlwind of hormones and testosterone settled within him, his tool still hard, as were his areolas. His hand automatically moved to the area, beginning to stroke it back and forth, lost in this final mental transformation. One drop and it would completely seal off this change; there would be no going back, no more Professor Hudson, no more teaching, only being a stupid jock.
— MFHH! I-I… I… This is wrong! H-help. I-I… – The deep, gravelly voice of the new college student body rang out, his eyes rolling back in his head again. He tried to speak, but a jet of whitish substance shot out like an avalanche, spreading the stench of dampness and chlorine everywhere. His thick pecs rose and fell before his vision slowly cleared.
— Ugh, shit, my head, bro – he muttered. Around him, only the rest of the fair remained; it couldn't have been more than five in the afternoon. Perfect for finding his fraternity bros and going on other rides. Shit, he even saw a guy working at the mirror house earlier; he was so cute. Maybe he could convince him to take him downstairs and show him how good he was at hide-and-seek, damn, hehe.
The jock stretched a little. Inhaling the scent of his hairy armpits, he stroked his pecs; he looked fantastic. He'd been training nonstop for when summer came. He planned to go to the beach in the tiniest swimsuit he could find. He might go with his friends for the holidays, or even by himself. He didn't want to share all the hotties he'd hook up with when he was in the middle of the saltwater and sand. Ah… It felt so good to be free. Screw college.
— BRAWWWPP – he blurted out, letting out a laugh and shaking his head as he walked away, patting his belly. Those hot dogs hadn't agreed with him, haha. Lol. Danny let out a soft laugh as he scratched his fat butt with his hand. He loved being a stinky, farting jock so much, ha. Wait, why did he have some kind of handkerchief in his pocket? Ugh, like he's some kind of refined loser or something, get ready world, because Stinky Danny is here to have some fun, booyaaaah!
Circe could only watch from afar as old Professor Hudson, now ridiculously improved in all his glory (well, surely if he were still aware of his new appearance, he'd be going crazy), but that was the least of her concerns.
— Mwhaaaa – she heard a kind of soft, gentle grunt from her bag, and she just patted it.
— Shhh, calm down – she whispered into her deck of cards – I promise there will be more transformations soon. Litha is just around the corner, and magical energy is more abundant – She seemed to feel the air around her, taking in the sea breeze, the color of seashells etched against the sky, the refreshing sound of waves crashing against the shore – I think I know exactly where we need to go, buddy. Let's go.
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Which Tarot / Major Arcana Card would you like to see next?
The Wheel of Fortune
The Sun
The Temperance
The Hierophant
Voting ended onJun 3
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Invaders
— Whoa... Nice pecs, huh, human? – Francis murmured with a mocking smile, flexing his arms and bouncing his thick pecs as he grinned while the water cascaded down his back, soaking him completely. The sensation was so damn delicious. He was captivated by every second of this "ritual" in the bathroom, letting the drops run against his skin, the flow of water cascading over his chest, falling directly onto his abs before reaching his manhood, his strong legs with those enormous, smelly feet that seemed impossible to rid of, even with shower after shower. He was so focused on all of this, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from something important in the bathroom: the soap.
— Or what? Is something bothering you? – The "guy" chuckled again, finally taking the bar of soap and lathering it all over his body, those armpits heavy with his putrid stench, his tool, making sure to scrub well, even between his buttocks, "just in case". When he finished, he held the bar in front of his hand, squeezing it and letting the lather run to the floor – I mean, it's not like there's much else you can do.
The dark-skinned guy chuckled again, finally setting the object aside. Inside it, was the real Francis, screaming in panic, unheard by anyone, completely terrified and not quite understanding what was happening. The only thing he could "understand", if anything, was how his body was acting like a pervert under the control of someone else, or rather, something.
Francis had decided to take a shower late at midnight. His body ached with a satisfying feeling after his workout, and he wanted to wash away the sweaty gym sock smell. He turned on the water, leaving the window open. Perhaps he was being a little... arrogant with himself. He imagined some curious or unsuspecting neighbor might catch him bathing, his body in its full glory. But the fool hadn't noticed something enter the room with him – a kind of rubbery figure that clung to the soap just as he picked it up to lather up.
The creature hid perfectly, and as soon as the soap touched his skin, it slid upwards towards his mouth. The movement was so fast that Francis couldn't do anything but gasp in confusion. As soon as that thing slid deeper into his throat, he let out a guttural groan. His eyes rolled back, his expression became confused, as if he wanted to vomit. His body began to spasm, moving from side to side until something else emerged from his throat. It was also a gummy substance, like jelly or slime, but it looked… luminous, as if it were energy. Francis stuck his tongue out further, still in a catatonic state, and that source of light fell against the bar of soap, melting into one.
When the initial chaos of the situation finally subsided, a mocking smile appeared on the dark-haired man's face.
— Woah! What a nice body, huh? – He moved his hands to his chest and squeezed it carelessly, as if his pecs were a stress ball he was frantically pressing over and over again – Damn, and I thought this whole mission to Earth was a waste of time, mffhhh!
His fingers found his areolas, twisting them with a gasp, his tongue lolling out.
— Oh holy shit! – he let out an almost hysterical laugh, his expression completely idiotic, as if all that lustful energy was too much for him to handle for the first time.
It turned out that "the thing" that had entered through the bathroom window was some kind of extraterrestrial being that was part of an expedition to Earth. And although their race was far more skilled and intelligent than ours, they had a huge weakness: their anatomy- Too soft and delicate to survive the harsh world that was our planet. So… the only solution was to occupy a larger, more robust body, and unfortunately for Francis, he had been in the right place.
— MFHHH! Shit, yes – the guy kept going like a madman, checking every inch of his body, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sticking his tongue out as if he wanted to take “measurements”, slapping his buttocks a couple of times, until his gaze dropped to the obelisk that stood there, imposing.
He was about to pick up that great tool when he sensed what seemed to be mental waves, trying to trace their origin, noticing the bar of soap on the ground; the consciousness of the real Francis was there.
— Oh, hello. You don’t mind if I give you a show of how I use your body, do you? – He smiled – You better get comfortable, this is going to get good.
To be continued.
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Law Of Restoration Of Consciousness
“The National Budget and Health Resilience Act was passed last night by a narrow margin, after three days of legislative gridlock. Although the opposition voted unanimously against the controversial “Section 404” – the hidden amendment that allows the expropriation of criminal biological substrates – the need to release emergency funds forced the Senate to pass the entire package. Today, the bodies of inmates no longer belong to the State; they belong to the repair market. In the highly controversial Restitution of Consciousness Act” – The radio blared in the middle of the Transfer Center. The first of many across the country, while orderlies, doctors, nurses, and the patients themselves were moved throughout the facility, police officers awaited the necessary “shipping” to begin operations.
The Law of Restitution of Conscience was an initiative that proposed to prevent overcrowding in the country's prisons and, at the same time, allow those incarcerated to "give back" to society. And how? Quite simply, with their bodies.
To repair the damage committed, for being unable to settle their debt with the other affected party, or even for crimes of "force majeure", the prisoner would undergo a process where their body would be rehabilitated and given to someone else so that their conscience could have a second chance in that body. Those considered for the procedure would include victims of the same offender, family members, terminally ill individuals, and even others who wished to acquire a new body and donate a significant amount of money to the state.
Complaints, objections, and other demands were swift, claiming it was an inhumane and extreme treatment, going beyond existing forms of penance. However, there was no alternative but to let the project proceed once it was approved. And today was the big day.
— Are you ready? – a nurse whispered to Stacy as she wheeled her into the procedure area. Light streamed through the windows as she gazed out at the clinic's green space.
Stacy had been attacked by her ex-boyfriend a couple of months earlier at her home. The confrontation had been so violent that she had fallen from a third-story window, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. Because of this, she was one of the first to be considered for the project.
Even the law had certain adjustments to make (like the issue of gender and which bodies each person would end up in), but for her, that wasn't a problem. She wanted that jerk to pay, and what better way to do it than by taking his body?
On the opposite wing, but heading in the same direction, some officers were bringing the guy in, holding him by both arms. He had stopped struggling a while ago, resigned to what was about to happen, his gaze darting from side to side.
When they finally converged, they were seated in a procedure room, which looked more like some kind of strange dentist's office with two examination chairs, a machine between them, and above them, two helmets with wires and tubes connected to them. They sat each of them in their respective place while the doctors administered a couple of IV drips, sedatives, and solutions necessary for the consciousness transfer.
Stacy smiled as soon as she felt the helmet being lowered, gripping the straps against her chin. Everything was proceeding normally until her ex-boyfriend started screaming in panic, trying to break free and get up to run away, but it was useless.
— NO, PLEASE! WAIT, WAIT. THIS IS WRONG, I'M SORRY, OK? I'M SO SORRY! – He was hysterical, moving from side to side to no avail. The machine began to growl with the force of volts coursing through it. The energy leaped mercilessly against the helmets, jerking them both around. Stacy gritted her teeth and hands, resisting. Brad, her ex-boyfriend, continued screaming in terror until everything faded to black.
Stacy felt almost as if something had enveloped her in the darkness, a bony hand that threw her to the opposite side of the room until she crashed into “something”. Her head throbbed when she opened her eyes again. Disoriented and seeing only blurry images, she felt them remove the straps and, almost instinctively, tried to stand. She ended up stumbling.
But what was different at that moment was that when her vision cleared again, she saw enormous feet in front of her, masculine, completely unlike anything she was used to.
And best of all, she could feel them again. Not only that, she watched with fascination as those fat toes responded to every stimulus she sent. The dampness they felt, the cold ground against the soles of her feet – it was fantastic.
The doctors helped her to her feet to take her to an area where she could be more comfortable and continue performing tests while they left her old body behind; it didn't matter anymore.
The routine checkups and other examinations were a complete success. It was very different inhabiting Brad's body – more muscular, with his enormous pecs, gigantic biceps, and even all the tattoos scattered across his body. But the biggest difference (or rather, acquisition?) was undoubtedly his tool. Thick, long, and difficult to handle.
But Stacy loved it, finally having the upper hand. Those same biceps that had tore her like a rag doll were now hers, obeying her every command. The bad smell was also a huge problem, but she could adapt.
After all, she had a great life ahead of her, and she was certainly going to enjoy it. She didn't yet have a clear idea of what path she would take next, but with Brad's body at her mercy, his attractiveness, strength, and charm, she was sure to do well. The only catch was that, sure, that body was straight as a kite, but with her inside, things would change drastically.
Anyway, it wasn't like Brad could complain or even see what she was doing with his body. Ah… Karma really was kind.
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I really enjoyed writing this story, although I must admit it was a bit rushed, haha. But I liked the final result. I know I've already explored similar themes in other CORPUS.Inc's stories (which is basically the "origin" company of all these exchanges), or in my more recent story about police and new bodies, etc.
I wanted to ask if you enjoy these kinds of stories so I can bring you more on this theme, connected to CORPUS.Inc., perhaps in other areas of society, public services, etc.
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For sure!
Mmm... Only sometimes
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Veilbreaker: Ghosts
— Woah, bro. What do you think of this new body? I found it at the gym a block away. I have to admit, the smell intimidated me a little at first, but damn, it feels good now! – Oliver watched as his younger brother chuckled, placing his hands on his pecs and smiling victoriously at his new acquisition.
It's often believed that all creatures, monsters, and other fantastical beings took refuge in the Upside Down for safety, but several managed to remain, like ghosts.
They were actually floating souls who, for one reason or another, failed to reach the veil of the afterlife, remaining stuck in the world of the living, who could never see them (though there were some exceptions, of course); but the most peculiar characteristic of ghosts was always… Possession.
Some found it more difficult, others easier, but the ability to inhabit a mortal body was an innate skill. The duration always depended on various factors, sometimes even the way they were bound to something. When souls became trapped in this plane, they were often confined to a place – a hospital, an institute, or a house – unable to move beyond the property's boundaries. Others were bound to objects, and many others seemed to have no physical anchor, but rather a moral one, more like a mission to fulfill in this world; and these were the strangest. Why? It was simple. They could move freely wherever they wanted, so far that they could traverse entire states, but with the sole condition of fulfilling their assigned mission. Otherwise, their life force would gradually weaken until they vanished like sea foam.
And that was the case with Oliver and his brother, Jacob. The two were inseparable, practically best friends, always doing everything together. They had moved into an apartment near the university campus where they had both been accepted, always supporting each other.
Until a motorcycle accident shattered all hope for Jacob's future, bringing the curtain down.
Oliver sank into depression and despair, rarely leaving his apartment. His grades were declining, and his life in general was deteriorating, until one day, a complete stranger (wearing the sweatiest clothes imaginable) showed up at his house claiming to be his brother.
Jacob's mission in life beyond death was none other than… to take care of his brother. Although, with his possessive powers, they certainly let loose with all the "mischief" they got up to.
From possessing some strict teacher and forcing him to dance in the middle of the classroom, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling down his pants before all the students ran for the hills.
To getting revenge on some guy who had crossed the line with Oliver, teaching him a thing or two about manners. The possibilities were endless.
Just like time itself.
— What do you want to do tomorrow? – Oliver murmured with a gentle smile, waiting with his new "friend", Mark. In the middle of the fast-food line, a side effect of possession was the enormous energy expenditure it entailed, so Jacob always had to be burning calories until he was bursting to replenish his energy.
— How about going to the movies? There's a film I've wanted to see for days. Shall we?
Oliver barely nodded with a chuckle. Jacob took a step forward to order the food while he stayed behind, his gaze lingering on him for a long moment, not because of his physique or his biceps – that was the least of his concerns. But something did frighten him: How much longer would he have his brother with him? When would he know it was "time"? Would it be like this forever? Or would there be a day when he would wake up again without him by his side? A day when he would finally "grow up" and stop needing him?
He loved having him around, and beyond all the variety of bodies he could occupy left and right, completely at his will (be they athletes, attractive neighbors, gymrats, or some attractive DILF).
What he adored about all of this was the second chance it implied, being able to have him by his side. Laughing, talking, playing video games until after dawn, keeping each other company and just being themselves.
They even supported each other sometimes in romantic matters, when Oliver noticed someone he liked and Jacob gave him the “encouragement” he needed, or even when Jacob himself saw someone he liked.
The two sat on a nearby bench, each with an ice cream in hand. The vanilla flavor gently permeated their taste buds. Oliver's feet swung back and forth, a mixture of inertia and nervousness.
— Happy birthday – he murmured with a smile, taking a bite of his ice cream.
— Oh, you remembered, thanks! – Jacob said, laughing and eating his dessert a little faster, almost running – It's weird, you know? Celebrating my birthday when it's not like I'm going to keep growing the traditional way, haha.
His older brother barely nodded, looking up at him again, a smile now tinged with melancholy.
— I love you.
— I love you too, bro, come here – Jacob pulled him into a hug, ruffling his hair with laughter. The other pulled away slowly, tears wetting his cheeks.
— I mean it, I love you so much. I... I'm sorry if I didn't tell you sooner.
— Hey, what's wrong? I'm here, you know that. You can count on me for anything, I'm never going anywhere.
— You don't know that – he murmured, looking down – And I need you.
— Growing up is part of the journey. There will come a day when you can finally move forward on your own, but until then, I’ll be here with you.
Oliver’s gaze remained fixed on the ground, a couple more tears welling up as he shook his head.
— I’ll always need my little brother – Jacob smiled, pulling him into a gentle embrace, and they stayed like that for a while.
— I love you, big brother.
The two brothers stayed hugged for a while until the new Mark pulled away to pat the other's leg more enthusiastically.
— Come on, I don't want you acting like a crybaby on my birthday. You owe me a cake and you owe me my present, or will you be a bad brother? – Jacob stood up cheerfully, stretching his muscles a bit with that mocking smile that always characterized him – Come on, I saw a muscular guy coming out of a sporting goods store, maybe we should give good old Mark a break and get another meaty suit, ha. Shall we?
Oliver looked at his brother's outstretched hand, his heart still aching. He wiped away his tears, nodding and forcing a smile.
— Let's go.
— I heard a guy is coming to promote his movie this week.
— Don't joke around, from Marvel? What if we try to possess him?
— Don't exaggerate.
They both chuckled, embraced, and walked away together. Just as it should always have been.
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Fever Exchange
— You've got to be kidding me – Dexter muttered, his nose completely congested, his eyes watering, and sneezes relentlessly pounding his nostrils as he squirmed in Kerry's room.
Kerry was the typical nerd: bright, good grades, somewhat preppy-looking, with a haughty gaze and a sarcastic remark waiting to spill out every time he opened his lips. He had a slim, attractive body and a smile brimming with self-importance.
Dexter was muscular, a bit short, but that only made his enormous biceps and thighs, the result of so much time spent at the gym, look even better. He always wore workout clothes that were usually damp from the copious amounts of sweat pouring from his pores, and he had a slightly unpleasant odor no matter how much deodorant and cologne he tried to use; the result was always that earthy, musky scent. Despite being an athlete, he had a kinder, gentler, and more fun-loving nature, somewhat naive, which Kerry noticed immediately. They were both new to the university, roommates, and poor Dexter had been kind without hesitation, unaware of what was about to happen.
— If you need anything, you can tell me without hesitation. I'll always help however I can – Dex said, placing a box of his belongings on his bed. Kerry just gave him a somewhat sinister smile behind his back.
— Actually… I do need anything. Would you do anything then? – Dexter felt a bad feeling in his lower back, but his kind nature ended up overcoming his intuition and common sense.
— Of course.
It turned out that Kerry had an antique bracelet made of what appeared to be blue quartz crystals. It was a gift from his father, taken from who knows where in Asia. It needed to be linked to two souls, although one would have predominant control over the other. Over what? To move them around as he pleased, all he needed was a verbal affirmative response, a handshake, and Dexter's body would be all his to occupy as he wished.
The poor athlete, who thought he had made his first friend at university, knew nothing of this.
The first exchange occurred during a gym session. Dex was doing a couple of weightlifting exercises when, in the blink of an eye, he found himself somewhere else – more specifically, sitting at a desk. In front of him was an exam with questions and things he knew nothing about, and most importantly, there was a note under his arm: « Thanks for agreeing to cover for me. I'll give you back your body in a bit ;) »
It turned out Kerry had been given a surprise exam that was far too tedious for him. He didn't need to worry about passing or failing; his father could buy him a good grade with just a checkbook. But he wasn't about to sit for more than three hours until his backside went numb. For that, he'd rather use Dexter's vigorous body and do whatever he wanted with it. When the athlete returned to his own body, he learned from his friends and his photo gallery that yesterday "he" had gone out partying, ending up in a club somewhere in the city, drinking to excess and making out with strangers until dawn. Kerry had made sure to leave his body before the terrible hangover hit him.
The rest of the exchanges were similar. If Kerry didn't want to do anything, was bored, needed a quick way out of an awkward situation, or had nothing better to do, in a snap of his fingers he was already inside Dexter's muscular body. And man, he adore it. The athlete thought his "friend" was very generous in buying him various pieces of sportswear: shorts, compression shirts, leggings, although they were a bit too… tight for his liking. He soon discovered that these gifts weren't for him, but rather clothes that Kerry planned to wear someday.
The random exchanges continued, over and over, with Dex powerless to do anything about it other than try to cope while in Kerry's body. He found hobbies, hung out with friends, and so on, but he always felt uneasy. The nerd's body was more… thinner, skinny. He felt incomplete without the massive arms and pecs he had worked so hard to achieve. But every time he brought it up, he only received vague excuses from Kerry and empty promises about "not doing it again without his permission".
Dexter had managed to get some very expensive and exclusive tickets to see his favorite artist, which he had saved up for months and months of earning a salary (which hadn't been easy either, considering that several times Kerry had taken over his body and left without asking permission or bothering to come back; it was a miracle he hadn't been fired). After getting the tickets, he asked Kerry for only one favor: not to switch places with him on the day of the event. The nerd gave him his word.
Or at least that was the case until he got sick.
Dexter, in Kerry's sick body, stared at a note stuck to the refrigerator, his watery eyes barely allowing him to make out the letters as snot dripped: « Heeey, dude. Sorry, I have a terrible flu and honestly, I don't want to stay here while I choke on my own phlegm, lol. Would you mind if I took over your body until my body feels better? Thank youuuu. »
The athlete almost wanted to scream in frustration and cry, unsure if it was from the same feeling that now filled his chest with no choice or from the terrible, aching body he felt. He sat on the floor, sobbing and sniffling.
— So your roommate does whatever you want? – A similarly muscular and attractive guy was standing next to "Dexter". They'd started talking a couple of hours earlier while waiting for the concert to start. Kerry had chosen a black sleeveless shirt that showed off his bulging arms perfectly. He could feel all the guys around him giving him flirty looks, practically devouring him with their eyes, and he couldn't be more damn excited.
— Yeah, the poor idiot is like my lapdog – he chuckled softly, casually running his hand along the guy's chest. They were looking at each other with interest, and it was clear where things were headed if the "innocent" caresses continued.
— Well, I'm glad he gave you his ticket to come without complaining – the other said confidently, winking as he licked his lips.
— You can say that again – Kerry laughed inwardly, damn, he really liked using Dexter's body that much, poor idiot haha. He would soon manage to keep his body forever, and there would be nothing that poor foolish himbo could do.
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Hi, I had planned a story for today, but I think it would be better to talk about something that's been stuck in my system for a few weeks now, and that I honestly don't know how to address or get out of (I'll be going to therapy soon, haha, just waiting for my therapist to make room in her schedule). But to keep this short, here's the thing: An insecurity has surfaced that I don't quite know how to handle. As you know, the niche of body swapping, possession, hypnosis, and other related things that we all love so much is quite small, so finding good stories is like striking gold. And for me, writing stories like that made me feel good, made me feel like a professional writer, with my fanbase, people who longed to read me, who liked my writing style, and so on.
As you know, my desire, my life's aspiration, is to one day become a writer, and I'm afraid that this path isn't the right one to achieve my goal. I'm worried that my readers aren't interested in the plots, my writing style, or my pen, but rather in the raw, carnal approach, in finding that rare "gold" and not so much in the person behind it. I'm worried that if, for example, I decided to change my niche someday to something more serious or less "spicy", 95% of you would leave.
And thanks to this insecurity, I've been finding it increasingly difficult to write, as if I can't concentrate or as if the ideas don't flow as easily as before. Which worries me, because it's not something I'm used to, and I'm starting to get frustrated.
I know this isn't a story, I know this isn't what you expect, I know you'd prefer an update on a series, something short, a one-shot, or even a new post on Blogger; but I'm not managing what I'm feeling well, and I'd like (if it's not too much to ask, of course) words of encouragement, from reader to writer, from writer to writer, anything.
I know this is more of a professional's job, and I'm definitely working on it. But I feel like I'm losing my way, that maybe I'm not a talented writer and people just accept what's there because there's not much else to work with, that I'm a fraud, and other insecurities that are slowly pulling me into a very dark place, I hope, and don't want, to end up in.
I apologize if this post wasn't what you were expecting. I hope I haven't bothered anyone, and I hope you can help me, that would be great. Thank you so much. I'll try to post new updates this month, keep working on the stories and everything else. Thanks for reading.
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Haunted: Kiss Me And I Might...
Previously on Haunted: After Benji and the others discovered that the mortal's body had been stolen by a ghost, they became involved in trying to figure out who the imposter was. While Ben and Julian slowly explored their feelings, Tobias found something in the library of the old wing: a book containing notes and other rituals that indicated the theft of Benjamin's body wasn't an isolated act but something premeditated. Inside, Tobias found a stowaway lurking around – Daniel was spying on him. The oldest ghost, suspecting that the former class president and Brady were involved, decided to use his powers to trap the ghost's essence in order to ask him a few questions. Ben wondered what he was feeling for the "stranger" that Julian is to him, while the jock tried to use as much time as he could to his advantage.
Previous part: Haunted - Answers
— This is the last time I'm going to ask, who's inside his body?
— I don't know, damn it! How many times do I have to repeat myself?! – Daniel was trapped inside a barrier created entirely by energy by Tobias. They had chosen Rex's workshops as their "base of operations". Usually, no one went there; they were the perfect hiding place for both the living and the ghosts. However, judging by Daniel's desperate screams and cries – he sounded almost like a parrot – the mission would be difficult.
— You were in the library. The book was with you – Tobias's expression was dark, almost terrifying – Are you still going to say you have nothing to do with it? What do you want? For me to lock you in a jockstrap?
— I don't know anything, you moron!
Benji sat on the floor, his hands clasped together, fidgeting nervously, a pit in his stomach. The commotion around him seemed completely muted as he thought more and more about what had happened a few days ago: Julian's lips against his, his own words whispered – « I love you » – to someone who wasn't Peter, their bodies intertwined. If it had been an only night affair, perhaps he would have felt a little better, but the memories of them cuddled up together, the soft kisses, yearning for something more than just physical affection, his own heart pounding with hope at Julian's teasing, the fruity scent of his hair, and every inch of his body making his legs tremble. What was he doing? He had a boyfriend. Someone was supposed to be "waiting" for him, someone he was in love with, someone he was supposed to feel all these things for. So what was he doing, feeling this hurricane of emotions for someone he couldn't even touch while in his own body?
He kept fidgeting with his fingers, nervous, his lips pressed tightly together, his breath ragged. When the time came to leave, what would he do?
— Are you okay? – Julian asked with a gentle smile, standing beside him.
— Yes, I'm fine, everything's fine – he nodded half-heartedly. The athlete barely noticed, letting out a soft laugh. His gaze shifted to Daniel's interrogation, which resembled a chaotic play, both of them shouting at each other and trying to fight. It wouldn't be long before Tobias lost his patience and intervened, perhaps resorting to his fists. He'd never seen him so... unhinged. Tobias was usually very kind, shy, always reserved. Rex was much more imposing than him, with his punk appearance, his height, and his enormous build. Why then did the skinny, shorter one look like a rabid fighting dog?
He smiled. Lately, everything made him laugh. Still floating in his dreamy cloud, he knew he was being selfish in more ways than one, rejoicing in what had happened to Benji, that he was now trapped in that form, his body being occupied by who knows who. Rex was supposed to be covering that flank, but the imposter was being too convincing to properly follow a trail; and yet, Julian was happy.
Finally, he could be with the guy he loved, without needing to assume another identity to get close. He could be himself, with his own jokes, his own anecdotes, and more than anything, he could touch him. He could feel his hands, his hair, all of him. Was it wrong if… He wanted things to stay this way? What would be the downside? Staying together for all eternity? Like two lovers, just the two of them and no one else. Was he being selfish?
— Jules, about what happened the other day, I… – Benji finally dared to open his lips, the words coming out with difficulty, trembling. He didn't know how to broach the subject at all. He had to inhale and pause; he couldn't feel anything for a stranger, could he? It was a one-night stand – I…
— I'm fed up! – Julian and Ben's tranquility shattered as Tobias broke their own safety distance to grab Daniel by the collar and punch him. The sound was sharp, like a blow to the bone. He raised his hand again and delivered another right hook that connected with his nose. The former student council president's head snapped back like a spring, and as soon as it rebounded forward, he was met with another punch, and another, and another.
Jules jumped up to try and stop Tobias, grabbing him from behind. The guy was flailing wildly, hysterical.
— Let me go! What are you doing?! Do you want Ben to be left without a body?! LET ME GO! – Julian tried to use all his strength to subdue him, but it was like trying to control a tiger. He was furious, continuing to throw punches and kicks at the air, some of which even landed on Daniel, who was on the verge of fainting, with traces of blood on his skin.
Ben slowly approached Daniel to help him, gently laying him down on the ground and cradling him in his arms. Tobias continued to scream, growl, and act uncontrollably.
— You have to calm down, Tobias! That's enough!
— Shut up, Julian! You don't know anything! You don't care about anything! Why are you supporting him?! Whose side are you on?! – Tears streamed down his face, his strength gradually waning, reducing him to a rag doll that writhed with difficulty in the other's arms – W-We have to help him, they can't do that to him.
His sobs rang out, his legs buckled, and Julian pulled him close, hugging him as best he could. A weight settled in his chest as he realized the selfishness of wanting Ben to stay with them. He closed his eyes.
— Ben… We'll go get some fresh air. You stay with Daniel and… Don't let him leave, okay?
Their eyes barely met. Jules looked away guiltily, turning away and letting Tobias crawl to his side, sobbing.
Daniel's body still lay on the workshop floor, battle wounds etched across his face, the taste of rust lingering on his tongue.
— Wow, looks like the old guy knows how to hit – he grunted, trying to sit up. A sharp pain in his stomach made him lean back against Benji's legs again.
— Will you be... okay?
— Ugh, it's not like I can die again, is it? – He chuckled slightly at his own comment, shaking his head – I'll be fine. Ghosts regenerate. I just need a couple of hours and I'll be good. You don't need to keep an eye on me – He grunted, trying to move away, but the pain pulled him down again. Ben watched him with a touch of pity, like a wounded fox, and swallowed hard.
— Why did you have the book?
— I already told you I didn't have anything.
— So what were you doing in the library then? – Daniel's gaze shifted.
— That's none of your business.
— Neither was the fact that you just got your face smashed in and here I am – The ghost's jaw tightened slightly, his eyes narrowed with a hint of suspicion, and Ben thought that at any moment he might explode at him, but instead, he just sighed.
— I was spying, okay? I usually spy like this, on the living or the dead, it's… – He paused for a second, as if hesitating to say what he was about to say or remain silent – It's what I do, I like to blackmail others.
— What?
— Come on, for God's sake, are you deaf? I already told you, I spy on others, I do it all the time. People are careless with things when they think no one is watching. Julian scratches his ass, I saw you pick your nose, Tobias has a secret room under the library, see? It's what I do.
— And... why are you doing that? Did you want to see what Tobias would do so you could tell Brady what's going on with me? – Ben's tone turned somewhat darker, the temperature in the room beginning to drop – Is Brady the one inside my body?
— No! Look, I'm just a gossip. I just like having that feeling of control and... knowing what others are trying so hard to hide, because I... I...
— You what?!
— Because I like being in control? Okay?! – He seemed about to explode, his chest rising and falling. Nervous, he pressed his lips together. He didn't know why he was telling Ben all this, or why he was even speaking at all, but it was as if he couldn't stop the flow of water. Tears began to stream down his face as his voice dwindled to a whisper – My whole life I've lived off my parents, always doing what they wanted, what they had planned for me. I didn't... Shit, why am I telling this to a junior? – A pitiful laugh escaped his lips. Lowering his gaze, he bit his lip as if trying to hold back, to finally be silent.
Ben hadn't spent much time with Daniel; in fact, he seemed like a… minor character who always hovered around Brady like his lackey, a remora hiding behind a great white shark. But he always saw him as imposing, confident, almost arrogant, with the same self-assurance as a president, impeccable, unflappable. So seeing him shattered, his shirt disheveled, crimson stains on his face, his hair disheveled, and his eyes filled with tears, was like watching an ivory statue fall and crumble.
— You can tell me, I wouldn't have to judge you, I… I'm here by your side – Ben smiled, placing his hand on Daniel's shoulder. Daniel looked at him with a mixture of impatience and incomprehension. The thought crossed his mind to silence him, to shove him away and run, but those nerves of steel seemed to fail him once again.
— I didn’t want a career in politics – he murmured – But that’s what paid the most, according to my parents, what would make me someone in life, ha… If only they had known – He shook his head to himself.
— And does control make you…?
— It makes me feel good. It’ll sound cliché, or even far-fetched, but it’s like I finally… have control of everything; not my life, but at least what others do, like having something in my hand and squeezing it however I want – There was a certain wicked glint in his eyes, which vanished into a storm raging in his irises – I couldn’t choose anything about my path, not who I wanted to be, what I was going to study, who I was going to be in institute, in… Nothing – he whispered – I have nothing.
He lowered his head, wiping away a couple of tears.
— Is Brady using you for that too?
— What? No – a look of confusion crossed his face – I know Brayden can be a son of a bitch most of the time, but he's not as bad as he seems, he's just… lost – he murmured – Maybe that's why we're friends.
Ben watched as Daniel looked away.
— Lost?
— He's the youngest, you know? He's only been a ghost for fifteen years, it's very recent; eternity as a ghost is something no one prepares you for, everyone expects something else, paradise, hell, reincarnation, or even that it all ends and you evaporate as quickly as you arrived, but… Do you think this looks like paradise? Never being able to leave, seeing the same hallways over and over, how everyone can leave except you, how you remain trapped day after day, week after week, month after year, decade after decade. He's just someone trying to cope as best he can with what we've been dealt. Not everyone finds a good friend like Tobias.
Daniel finally managed to sit up slowly, leaning his back against the wall, his head throbbing.
— He sure hits hard.
— You can say that again – He chuckled, his gaze somewhat distant – I owe you an apology, Ben.
— What?
— I also supported the idea of making you a bet, you know, the whole… who could mess with you first thing. Zeke completely ruined all that, but that's another story – Ben's expression turned a little more serious. Daniel wasn't very good at talking about his feelings, much less apologizing, but he wasn't stupid either – What I’m trying to say is, I was bored, and I thought it was funny. I was wrong. You didn't owe us anything, or give us the right to treat you like a toy. You didn't choose to have your gift, and maybe if things had turned out differently, you wouldn't be involved in all this.
Ben thought for a moment, then offered a soft smile.
— Thanks.
— Nothing to thank me for – He tried to adjust himself a little to ease the pain, letting out a gasp – And about your possession, I think I can help with that.
— What?
— I spy on everyone, remember? I know where every ghost is, and which ones are nowhere to be found.
— And who's nowhere to be seen, you nosy bastard? – From behind the wall, Julian and Tobias reappeared. Tobias seemed much calmer, though that didn't diminish his passive-aggressive attitude, as if he could snap again at any moment. His gaze settled on both of them. Daniel's profile also narrowed with a certain wariness.
— Relax, both of you. Daniel, he… – Ben's voice trembled with doubt. The trust the other had placed in him could vanish with a single wrong comment – He was just passing by the library. He doesn't know anything about the book. Brady isn't involved either, but he thinks he can help us – Daniel returned his gaze with a calmer, gentler expression, whispering a small "thank you" under his breath.
— I wander around the Institute to kill time most of the time. I usually know what everyone does, their routines, and where they are or will be in the coming days – He stood up carefully, stopping against the wall, and slowly moved forward until he reached a sketch of the facilities – Mr. Ashford never leaves the old wing. I know Rex is here in the workshop most of the time. Your nerdy friend is probably hanging around the library. I saw Brady before someone locked me in a shoe; he was heading to the gym. The only two people I haven’t seen, and who aren’t in the room, are Zeke and Marco.
Julian’s heart sank a little at the possibility that his best friend was behind it all. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but Marco had too many loose ends: a career in Hollywood, talent that had been taken from him. Why wouldn’t he want to get back in the game in all its glory?
— Zeke would be too impulsive with his body – Tobias murmured coldly – Marco wouldn’t do that, so why should we believe you?
— Why would I lie to you? – Ben tried to think of something; the words had evaporated from Julian’s mind, and he felt his stomach clench.
— We can’t let him go. We have to keep him trapped here – Tobias said – If he’s lying, he’ll go to Brady and tell him, or maybe to the imposter, and it will all be for nothing. We have to act fast before summer vacation; time is running out, and we can’t afford to leave any loose ends.
— That’s a bit extreme, Toby. We can’t keep him here. It’s not fair to him – Julian murmured, his head throbbing. He knew Tobias was partly right, but he didn’t want to resort to such a desperate measure.
— Do it – Daniel said, returning to his “circle of containment”, sitting down, still bruised – I only have one condition.
— We won’t deal with threats.
— What do you want?
— My phone.
— You have a… cell phone?
— Yes, I got it a couple of months ago. It's not so heavy that I can't use it, and it's… fun. It's the only way I have to get out of here, even if it's just for a little while. It's all I care about. You can keep me here as long as you want, but I want my phone.
— No, absolutely not. Do you think we're stupid? It's obvious you can tell someone. What's the point of having you here then?
— It's my condition. I'll stay here if you bring me my phone. Without it, there's no deal.
Ben's gaze shifted back to Daniel, to his disheveled hair, his downcast face, as docile as a defenseless creature. He understood why the others distrusted him. Even part of him didn't quite believe everything Daniel had just said, but if only…
— Give him the phone.
— What? Ben, have you lost your mind?!
— No, but we don't gain anything by having him here. He already said his phone is the only way he can escape from here. You, more than anyone, should know how that feels – Tobias clenched his fists, letting out a sigh.
— Fine, I'll go get it. Where's that thing of yours?
— It's in the library, between the politics and law books. Bring the charger too. I wanted to finish watching a series.
The ghost grunted, slid his hand along the floor to recreate the energy cell, and turned to reluctantly exit through the wall. Daniel slid his back gently against the wall, closing his eyes and resting for a while.
— Ben, about earlier… – Jules murmured.
— Yes, we still need to talk about it – he whispered, lowering his head. The pressure in his chest returned – Maybe we need a more private place – The athlete nodded, heading towards the exit. The mortal followed him slowly, glancing back to see Daniel still there, huddled together. Ben returned for just a moment.
— I know Tobias can be a pain sometimes, but you should try to be his friend. Maybe you have more in common than you think. Eternity is a long road, so why not try to make it easier for everyone?
Daniel opened one eye and settled back down as if he hadn't heard anything. Ben gave a half-smile; at least he'd tried. As soon as they both left, Daniel settled back down, waiting until Tobias returned.
— How are you supposed to use this?
— Come on, I'll show you. Do you want to listen to music?
— Can it be classical music?
— Don't go overboard.
Ben and Julian walked through the campus greens. Night had fallen, and the air felt cold with the moon shining down on them. Ben's hands were in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the grass. Julian seemed unsure where to put his own.
They walked in complete silence to the art studios. Because of the time and the distance, they were completely deserted, barely illuminated by the windows. Ben sat down on a stool, and Julian sat next to him.
— About what happened, I…
— What happened was a mistake, Jules – he murmured, his gaze drooping – I… I have a boyfriend, Julian. And I can't be playing this game when he's not here. We can't let this happen again. Do you understand?
Julian's heart broke. He understood Benji's reasoning completely, but at the same time, what should he do? The Peter he missed so much, the one to whom he swore eternal loyalty, was none other than himself. If Ben were alive again at that very moment, Peter would greet him with indifference, only using him as a friend when it suited him. He wouldn't give him the time of day in a million years. Marco's advice burned him like ice, so trapped in the web of his lies that even now they were crushing him.
— But… Wait – he tried to murmur. Ben stood up, shaking his head.
— I'm sorry, Jules, but I can't. Perhaps the best thing would be… to take some time apart, and I can't guarantee we can be friends. I can't do that to him, I'm sorry.
Ben was about to take a step forward when the ghost grabbed his hand tightly, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward, right where Julian was. He tried to catch him, but it was as if the mortal's body had become intangible, and he was immediately sucked into Jules.
He gasped in confusion, unable to say anything before spasms began to wrack him. His eyes rolled back, his back twisted backward, and his mouth opened as his fingers twitched.
— Ugh… ugh… – Short, gasping sounds were all that escaped his throat. His legs buckled as he felt something surge within him, like a whirlwind swirling in his stomach, rising through his chest and unleashed in his head. His consciousness was pushed back into the driver's seat before he finally succumbed. His body stopped moving, his lips slowly closing, as did his eyes, and he fell “asleep” against the table.
What could have been five minutes or an hour passed before he gasped for air, waking up.
— G-God, what was that? – he murmured, confused, looking around. He tried to get up, but the weight of his legs held him back, sending him crashing to the floor – Damn it… – he groaned, his eyes widening in shock. The athlete got up as best he could, almost having to crawl on the floor. His center of gravity, weight, height: Nothing matched what he was used to. He felt heavier, clumsier; his arms and legs were longer. He approached a mirror in the classroom, perhaps part of some class project, and inhaled nervously, observing his reflection – No way… Shut up…
He whispered, running his fingers against his cheeks, astonished, feeling the smooth skin, the defined cheekbones, the sculpted chin, the face etched with years of athletic practice. He swallowed nervously, running his fingers over his lips, which he hadn't had much time to kiss. Because that wasn't Julian; that was Benji.
— Um… Jules? Are you there? – Ben murmured with a hint of panic, but there was no answer. It was just him and the night, completely alone. He continued to observe his body with complete fascination. Having been in that other athlete's body had been interesting, with its large muscles and all, but this was… very different. Julian also had a sculpted body, with his strong biceps, his pecs, my god, his abs, his chiseled back, he could feel it all. He was fabulous.
Even their heights were different; Jules must have been about 10 or 20 cm taller at most. It felt so good. His cheeks were flushed as he looked at himself. He casually flexed his arms, widening them with a chuckle. His perfect white teeth met those soft lips. His heart pounded. Slowly, "Julian" took off his sports jacket, letting it fall to the ground. He flexed his arms forcefully, admiring the mountains of muscle that formed there, almost mesmerized.
— You're so... perfect – he murmured. The burden of guilt seemed to vanish, and honesty surfaced as if possession were a truth serum or something similar. Those days with Julian by his side had been the most vivid thing he had ever experienced: his laughter, his silly jokes, that smile and gentle gaze he always found behind him, the memories of his kisses drawing him closer, yearning for more. He ran his fingers once more over those velvety lips, the scent of his body, even within someone else's, as if his soul held an essence he couldn't erase from his mind.
Benji slowly approached the mirror, his breathing slow, as if he didn't want to break the spell of the night.
— Jules? – he murmured again, making sure he was alone. No one answered. He moved closer and closer, until he was just inches from his reflection. He brought his lips to the cold surface, trying to kiss him – I... I love you – he whispered shyly, before kissing him again.
Although he wasn't entirely alone, deep within his own subconscious, Jules was watching him like someone watching a romantic movie, eyes twinkling, a silly smile on his face. Could he have answered him all this time? Of course he could have, why didn't he want to? The answer was right in front of him.
Perhaps even without disguises, they could have fallen in love. He so wished he had realized that sooner.
« Kiss me and I might drop dead… »
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