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Stolen Muscle for Hire

His name was Marco Reyes, 29 years old, ex-military, now a personal security consultant who made a living protecting rich assholes in the city. Tall, thickly muscled, with a dense pelt of dark chest hair that trailed down over carved abs and disappeared into his waistband. The kind of man who turned heads in the gym and made enemies in the underworld without even trying.

He never saw it coming.

The mercenaries had been watching him for weeks. They worked for El Lobo; the ruthless leader of the most powerful cartel on the West Coast. El Lobo’s original body had been rotting away in a private hospital, riddled with cancer and barely able to speak. He needed a new vessel. A strong one. A young one. Marco was perfect.

They struck at night outside his apartment building.

Two black vans boxed him in. Six masked men in tactical gear swarmed him before he could draw his weapon. Marco fought like a demon, elbows cracking jaws, knees driving into ribs, fists smashing noses. He dropped three of them before a taser hit him square in the back. His massive body convulsed, muscles locking up as 50,000 volts ripped through him. They zip-tied his wrists and ankles, shoved a black hood over his head, and threw him into the van like a sack of meat.

He woke up strapped to a steel chair in a dimly lit warehouse, shirt torn open, chest heaving. The same thick, hairy pecs that had been flexing in gym selfies just hours earlier were now glistening with sweat under harsh fluorescent lights. His arms strained uselessly against reinforced restraints.

“Let me the fuck out of here!” Marco roared, voice echoing off concrete walls. He thrashed so hard the chair legs screeched across the floor.

“You have no idea who you’re fucking with-”

A tall man in a tailored black suit stepped into the light. Behind him, a team of technicians hovered around a sleek, ominous machine humming with blue energy…the mind-transfer device El Lobo had spent millions acquiring.

“You’re exactly who we’re fucking with,” the man said calmly. “El Lobo picked you personally. Said your body is… exceptional.”

Marco’s eyes widened as the technicians lowered a gleaming metal helmet onto his head. Cold electrodes pressed against his temples. He bucked wildly, veins bulging in his neck, sweat dripping down the dense hair between his pecs.

“No… NO! Get that shit off me!”

The machine whirred to life.

At first it was just pressure, a crushing weight behind his eyes. Then came the burning. Marco screamed as he felt his consciousness being ripped out of his own skull like meat from a bone. His vision flickered. His powerful arms went slack. His thick thighs trembled in the chair as the last fragments of his mind were sucked into digital limbo.

Across the room, El Lobo, an old, frail man hooked up to life support, smiled for the final time.

The transfer completed in 47 seconds.

Marco’s body went completely still… then suddenly jerked upright in the restraints.

The new owner opened his eyes.

El Lobo, now wearing Marco’s flawless, muscular body, blinked slowly. He rolled his new, broad shoulders and felt the delicious weight of heavy pecs shifting under dense, dark chest hair. A low, satisfied groan rumbled from deep in his new throat.

“Fuck… this is even better than the photos,” he growled, voice now rich, deep, and dripping with Marco’s natural baritone.

The technicians quickly unstrapped him. El Lobo stood up on powerful legs, grey sweatpants tenting obscenely as he felt the heavy, thick cock between his thighs for the first time. He ran both hands down his torso, fingers spreading through the thick hair covering his chest, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples that hardened instantly. A shiver of pure pleasure ran through him.

He squeezed his new pecs hard, then slid his palms lower, tracing every ridge of his abs, following the dark treasure trail that disappeared into his waistband. His new cock throbbed visibly, growing thicker by the second.

“Goddamn… look at this body,” he muttered, turning to admire himself in a nearby reflective panel. He flexed one massive arm, watching the bicep peak and the veins pop. Then he grabbed the waistband of the sweatpants and yanked them down just enough to see his new cock, thick, veiny, and already hard.

The real Marco’s consciousness was still trapped inside the machine, screaming silently as he watched his own body being molested by the gangster who now owned it.

“I’m keeping this one,” he said aloud, voice thick with lust. “This hairy, muscular, perfect fucking body is mine now. Every inch of it.”

He squeezed his heavy balls, then reached back to grope the firm, round ass that used to belong to Marco.

“Gonna put this body to work,” he growled, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

“Gonna fuck, fight, and rule in it. And you…” he looked straight into the camera feed of the machine, straight at Marco’s trapped soul, “…you get to watch every second of it.”

El Lobo, now permanently Marco Reyes, smiled with pure, wicked satisfaction as one of his mercenaries approaches with a new set of clothes,

“Welcome to your new life, boss,” he said said, grinning.

El Lobo just flexed again, admiring how the muscles moved under his command.

“Best fucking vessel I’ve ever had.”

Epilogue

A few weeks later…

El Lobo stood shirtless in the blazing afternoon sun, the heat kissing every inch of his new, permanently stolen body. Marco’s tanned, hairy chest glistened with sweat as he took a slow, deliberate selfie in the backyard.

He smirked behind the sharp red reflective sunglasses, loving how they made him look like a total cocky bastard. The thick silver chain around his neck caught the sunlight, resting perfectly between his dense, dark pecs. He flexed subtly, making the heavy muscles of his chest bounce and the dark treasure trail shine with sweat.

“Still feels fucking unreal,” he murmured in Marco’s deep, smooth voice. He ran a hand down his torso, fingers dragging through the thick, sweat-damp chest hair, then lower over his tight abs. His cock was already half-hard in his shorts just from feeling the sun on this perfect skin.

He tilted his head, admiring the way the light highlighted every ridge and curve of muscle. The real Marco’s soul was long gone, locked away in some digital prison while El Lobo lived his best life in this hairy, muscular masterpiece.

El Lobo laughed low and filthy, gripping his thickening cock through his shorts right there in the open.

“This body was made to be used,” he growled, giving his pec a hard squeeze before flexing his bicep for another photo. “And I’m never giving it up.”

El Lobo smiled wide behind the red lenses, already planning how he’d spend the rest of the day breaking in his new favorite toy even harder.

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Regrets

Teenagers could be so cruel. But they wouldn’t know it or give a damn at the time. Not until someone loses their life.

Gavin Pope was a prime example of teenage cruelty. He and his friends spent a majority of time terrorizing Quentin Torres simply for being himself. While Gavin had been more of a follower, he participated anyway to avoid getting outcast by his so called friends.

When news that Quentin had killed himself after months of that torture, something in Gavin had snapped. His insecurities didnt matter anymore. He saw his friends for what they really were.

He took the courage to go to Quentin’s house to apologize and pay resepect. While his family made a note to tell him that it was too late to apologize, they let him in and talked about their son.

He was more like him than he ever thought. Loved the same shows and video games, enjoyed basketball even when he wasnt fit for it, enjoyed studying and travelling.

He could have been his best friend.

So when he sat in Quentin’s bed that day, he had started sobbing and feeling the weight of what happened. He began to delude himself an imaginary version of Quentin. A theory if you would, to act as his conscience. An imaginary friend per se,

He cut ties with people associated with Quentin’s death and tried to live a more honest and decent life.

And though as an adult he found himself doing well, he could never shake the regret of being part of Quentin’s death. Though he was imaginary, his “friend” would never say the words “I forgive you” to him. But he knew it was just his subconscience never forgiving himself. He wouldn’t be surprised if the real Quentin eventually showed up and took revenge on him.

So on the night that it did happen, Gavin wasn’t all the bit surprised.

He had fallen asleep after drinking some beer on the couch and talking to “Quentin.”

“I’ll see you soon.” He’d said, before vanishing.

It took about 5 minutes before his body was violently jolted awake by the feeling of something entering his chest.

“Finally.” He heard Quentin in his head. But it wasnt his delusion.

It was the real thing.

He’s heard stories about this. About vengeful spirits coming to take revenge. He had a feeling it was going to happen eventually. He’d even been warned.

An old acquaintance of Quentin’s had approached him at a cafe once. His name was Phil, from what Gavin remembered. He told him that he’s been marked by a grudge with a familiar scent. He was inclined to shrug it off, but Phil simply pat his shoulder and left before he could argue.

Gavin didn’t react to the maniacal, twisted laughter that echoed in his head. This was a stark contrast to the calm, understanding delusion he lived with for most of his life. But he had accepted this retribution. He had been waiting for it.

Finally. He echoed the spirits sentiment internally.

He felt his body jerk up, as if control was being wrestled out from him.

“I waited 10 years for this. 10 years of dormant seething. 10 years of purgatory. All so I could come back. I will show you what its like to lose everything.”

Quentin had expected backlash. He had expected resistance and begging from Gavin. He marked Gavin when his soul died specifically because he felt he was weak willed. He was going to change that.

But there was no resistance. There was no grovelling.

His body should have been convulsing and crying. Instead, he got heavy breathing and moaning.

He had not seen Gavin for years with his restless soul trapped in a haze of anger. He did not observe or see his guilt eat him alive. And he wasn’t planning on hearing him out when he siezed his body.

“It’s okay.” He finally heard Gavin say. The tears finally dropped down from his cheek. “It’s okay,”

Quentin felt his grip on Gavin’s soul iron clad.

“What are you saying?” His words had exited through Gavin’s mouth. “Why aren’t you begging for mercy?”

He laughed. Surely this was a ploy to get him to lowrr his guard and shake him free.

Quentin grabbed Gavin’s dick and began masturbating. He rubbed his soon to be new body, built from the gym sessions Gavin took to try and ease the guult. So hairy too, something Quentin was eager to take.

“Once I cum, I will have full control. I will eject you from this body. You will know what it will be like to be a spirit lost in the world.”

That’s okay. It’s yours. Gavin had said in his mind.

Quentin felt distress, the eerie calmness and acceptance throwing him off. He wasn’t seeing what Gavin saw, only letting the lust take him.

He pumped faster, surely by ejecting him he wouldn’t feel this unease.

“I’m sorry.” Gavin had said through his mouth. But it wasn’t the fake apology Quentin had anticipated. It was the sincerest one born from Gavin’s guilt.

In another life, things could have been different.

Finally, Quentin had started seeing. He slowed his pump, feeling himself close his eyes and see Gavin’s soul.

Internally, he saw Gavin’s soul standing in front of him. The tired, battered blue soul of a man with deep regrets. He approached, his red, glowing soul touching Gavin’s cheek.

Behind him, he saw an illusion of him chained to Gavin. He looked older, as if he had grown to know Gavin. He had been tethered to him since the real Quentin had died. A theory. The tethered version of him stood between them and slowly pushed the two together. He felt the theory enter his red soul and he felt it all at once. The guilt. The hours of deluded talk. The memories of Gavin creating when he got to know him through his family. The delusion of what ifs.

Gavin’s soul sobbed.

“I’m sorry.”

Quentin’s soul wavered, his anger slowly fading. What was he supposed to do now?

“In another life, things could have been different.” Quentin lifted up the crying man’s chin, their bare naked souls gaze on each other.

Quentin’s lips met Gavin’s and the two souls began kissing. Their hands touched each others body, their soul dicks colliding and hardening.

The real Gavin’s body began pumping faster as the two made spiritual love internally.

“I’m sorry.”

“In another life.”

His body repeated the words, as the two souls collided. Their vastly different colors mixing onto a pure blue as one. Gavin felt Quentin’s soul tongue invade every crevice of his soul as his real body moaned in delight and sadness.

“I forgive you.”

The words were met by three climaxes.

The two souls internally and Gavin’s body finally cumming.

Gavin felt himself black out, expecting himself to be ejected or merged.

When he awoke, he found himself staring up at someone. He had some of his features. His dark hair snd hairy bod.

But this was definitely Quentin.

“Morning babe.” The man smiled at him. “Last night was amazing.”

“Quentin?” Gavin’s eyes widened. How was he here?

“Woah. You never use my full name unless something serious happened. What’s wrong, Gav?”

Gavin stammered. He felt himself sitting up. His mind was scrambled as he tried to understand what was happening.

He turned to the mirror and found something even stranger.

He had looked way different. He had lighter, curly hair, fewer body hair, and toned body. It was as if he had taken traits from Quentin… just as he had taken traits from him.

“Is something wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said.

“Theres nothing to forgive. Whats eating you? Besides me of course.”

“I dreamed… that you were gone. Died years ago. That I was someone else... entirely.”

Quentin laughed and knocked on wood. “In another life maybe. I’d never kick the. Bucket before you. Can’t bear the thought of you suffering my death,”

At those words, Gavin felt his new memories begin to seep in. A life where he had met and understood Quentin immediately. Them, taking on their youth together and sharing their love for everything they liked. Them shrugging the bullies off and working out to beat them up the summer after they were targeted. Together, they were unstoppable. Another life. Another chance. And their linked souls knew they were meant to stay together and consummated it in love.

Quentin turned Gavin over and smiled. “Whats say we start the morning right and get rid of the morning wood.”

Gavin smiled and nodded, letting himself slowly let go of his pain and memories. His regrets, now non existent

-Etoile Cyber here! Sorry for the longest absence. I’ve been quite busy. But I do hope you all like this new story!

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December 12th - Body Suit - Benny

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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The stockings hang high next to Santa’s little chute, But things always feel snug when wearing a tight suit.

When Benjamin had asked the rest of the friend group to accompany him out to the club for his birthday, everyone had agreed to a night out. It was a good way of celebrating the end of the semester, and it wasn't often that the other man had asked to go out. Benjamin was the notorious introvert and homebody of the group, usually saying no to going out or leaving early so he could head back home. So when he suggested going out for his celebrations, it was a significant deal to everyone else.

And so, Ethan found himself in the middle of a thumping club, with loud music blasting in his ears and the heavy bass sending vibrations through his body. The rest of their friends were off in the middle of the dance floor, tearing up the scene as they were busy having the night of their lives. But Benjamin had asked Ethan if he could accompany him in getting a drink, and the two hovered on the side at the bar, watching the night unfold.

"How's the night going? Having fun with your birthday?" he asked Benjamin, leaning over to yell in his friend's ear over the loud music. The introvert nodded slowly, a small smile lingering on his lips as his eyes scanned around the room. If Ethan didn't know any better, he could have guessed that Benjamin was having second thoughts about going out, already thinking of a way for him to head home early.

"Ah, ah, none of those thoughts," Ethan teased as he nudged the other's shoulders. "I can practically see what you're thinking. Here. Take a shot with me, and I'll have you pick out the hottest dancer around here. Maybe we can see if they'll give you some special attention for your birthday," he hummed as he turned around to accept his order for two shots of vodka from the bartender. Handing it over to the birthday boy, he nodded his head out towards the crowd. "Alright, so who's the best looking to you?"

Situated throughout the space were small, elevated platforms, adorned with glowing RGB lights that pulsed in time to the music. Each platform had a stripper pole that rose up to the building and just enough space for the dancers to wriggle their hips and gyrate in the space. There were several shirtless, sweaty, and practically naked male dancers, each one moving their body around in a way that invited the club's patrons to stuff their skimpy thongs with dollar bills. The bodies were close enough for people to grope and squeeze as they liked, although the dancers could gently move away if it ever became too much for them. Still, they were the main feature of the place, as most people had their sights locked on the dancers as they stripped down to less and less clothing.

Ethan watched as Benjamin's eyes shifted towards one of the dancers close to the main stage, and he could see why. The other man moved like he was the star of the place, the crown jewel that made everyone beg for a taste. Ethan grinned at his friend's choice, only wiggling his brows as he reached down to grab his hand. "Well, don't just stand there then! I bet he's waiting to thrust his hips against a cutie like you!" he yelled, pulling Benjamin along from the bar towards the dancer, who was busy giving an overeager patron a very public lap dance.

Weaving in and out of the crowd, Ethan had managed to bring them right up to the side of the platform, staring down at the dancer until he noticed them. Fishing out a wad of dollar bills from his wallet, he placed them in the birthday boy's hand and gently nudged him forward. Gesturing towards the stripper, he grinned as he pointed at Benjamin. "It's his birthday tonight! He thinks you're the hottest one in here!"

The dancer glanced at the introvert, now clutching the money tightly out of sheer shyness. To his credit, Benjamin didn't pull away and seemed willing to have some more fun with the dancer if he could relax for a bit. Grinning at the new cutie, the dancer practically tugged Benjamin up onto the platform with him, letting him take a seat where the other patron had previously been sitting just a few moments ago. "Just have fun with me tonight! I promise I'll make it worth your time!"

Pleased with the turn of events, Ethan whooped and hollered as his introverted friend had the dance of a lifetime. Pulling out his phone, he casually flicked past his apps, unwittingly scrolling past the Advent calendar and tapping his daily notice to get to his camera app. Ethan planned on filming it all so he could show the rest of their friends what they had been up to. That, or just for Benjamin to keep for his private records afterwards. His brows raised in surprise as he saw the dancer finish up on his friend, only to lean in close and whisper something into Benjamin's ear that caused the introvert to blush furiously in response.

"What'd he say to you?" Ethan asked as Benjamin had rejoined him by his side, the two of them slipping away back into the crowd to grab some more drinks.

"For me to meet him in the back in ten! It's when he's off stage. He wants to give me a more private show!" Benjamin yelled back over the din of the club, the giddiness and sheer excitement evident in his voice.

Ethan could only whoop and holler some more, slapping his friend on the back out of excitement for him. Benjamin, for the most part, seemed just as pleased. However, he had cautiously asked for Ethan to accompany him when he did go back there, on the off chance that the dancer changed his mind and Benjamin could avoid wallowing in his embarrassment all on his lonesome.

At the given time, the two of them began making their way towards the back, slipping past the bouncers until they made their way towards the dancer's private rooms. Ethan followed along after his friend, amused at the way Benjamin seemed to walk with a renewed purpose. Stopping in front of a door with the name "Benny" in front, the grad student couldn't help but snort in mild amusement. Of course, Benjamin found the one dancer who had practically the same name as him. But he didn't say anything, only flanking the other's side as the birthday boy knocked on the door carefully.

To both of their surprise, the door pushed in, showing the waiting dancer sitting at a makeup vanity desk with his back towards them. Benjamin called out to him inquisitively, although his question received no response. Tilting his head towards the dancer for his friend to approach, Ethan followed after him into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He had only just turned around to see his friend lightly tapping the other man's bare shoulder, as if to stir him awake. But he hadn't expected seeing the stripper deflate like a balloon being let of all air.

The trim and fit body, glinting with a mixture of glitter and sweat, erupted with a long burp of air billowing out of the dancer's mouth. It was like a wet, elongated fart, spilling out of the deflating body until all that was left was a thin and muscular strip of skin. Ethan gawked at the sight, stumbling deeper into the room to examine the… strange occurrence.

"What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything! I just tried to see if he was awake or alive, and then he just– he just–!"

"Oh my god, oh my god! No one just deflates like that! What the fuck?!"

There was a clear sense of panic, a frenzy that seemed to overtake the room as Ethan fumbled with his phone, pulling it out nervously as he debated calling for the police. Did he even call the police? Would they consider them murderers? But what could even do that? There was no way either of them had anything on them that could cause a human being to deflate. He flicked open his lock screen, only to see the calendar app already primed and ready. The rhyming couplet seemed to stare back at him, as if taunting him about the turn of events.

His trance was cut off by Benjamin's soft voice, which cut through, a straightforward question adding to the immense confusion already taking place in the room.

"Do you… Do you think I could wear him?"

What. "What?"

But Benjamin's gaze was fixated on the dancer's mouth, a new glint in his eyes as he began examining the stretchy skin. "I… I heard of things like this. Like suits, you know? That just fits over you. I thought there'd be a zipper or something, but…" To prove his point, his fingers wrapped around the inside of the stripper's mouth, and he pulled.

Ethan gasped as he watched the deflated body stretch and extend to the point where it was clearly unnatural for anyone's mouth to move in that way. To Benjamin's point, the other's skin did seem more like a suit with how rubbery and elastic it extended. And while he wanted to tell his friend to stop so that they could go get help, Ethan couldn't help but watch in mild horror and macabre fascination as his friend began to step inside the stretched hole.

Bit by bit, the introvert's body was swallowed up by the stripper's extended hole of a mouth. In some ways, it was no different than putting on one of those inflatable Halloween costumes or a mascot costume. But it was disconcertingly human-like in this suit. Benjamin grunted as he wriggled into the suit, gasping as the skin clung to his own body. While the dancer had a tall, muscular frame, the skinsuit was clinging to every bit of him as he made his way in. Benjamin stared back at Ethan, with all that was left being the dancer's head wrapping over his own. With a soft, shaky breath, Benjamin gasped as he pulled over the last bit.

Ethan was greeted by the sight of the dancer standing in the place where his friend had been. The taller man was in the middle of exploring his body, tugging up his shirt as he groped and squeezed at his muscles. The sensual dancer moaned with each squeeze, his body trembling at the mere touch as he played with himself. It wasn't until he opened his eyes and saw Ethan staring back at him that the stripper stopped mid-exploration, leaving those perfect abs on full display for his friend to ogle at.

"Sorry, he just… feels so sensitive against my skin. It's like this body is mine or something. I didn't think that would actually work," Benny murmured breathlessly as he let his fingers slide down over his nipples and trace down the V-line just above the waistline of his tight shorts. "It's like he's primed to be touched… It's so hard to even think straight when all I want to feel is people putting their hands all over my body and rubbing every last bit of his muscles…"

Glancing away from the more sexual and lewd display his friend was putting on, Ethan huffed as he stepped closer to him. There was such a cocky and confident expression that lingered on Benny's face, as if the other man knew that he was hot stuff and could get people to do whatever he asked. Ethan's hands darted out before he even realized it, letting them grope and squeeze at the other's flexed biceps. "It… It feels like it's you…" He gasped in amazement. There were no gaps or pockets of air from what he could feel. It was as if Benjamin had never existed, or was at least swallowed up in the entirety of Benny. Whatever hard-earned muscles the dancer had before certainly felt the same as what Ethan was squeezing at now. There was no way of knowing that this was a suit, much less that his former homebody friend was buried underneath that taut skin.

Moaning as he felt Ethan's fingers poke and prod at his body, Benny shuddered as he threw his arms behind his head. He assumed a natural bodybuilding pose, allowing his muscles to flex as he contorted into the most comical expression he could manage. "Fuck man, I could do anything in this body. I can pretend to be the dumbest dude out there, and guys would still fall to their feet begging for me to let them worship me," he groaned as a strand of drool spilled out the corner of his mouth. Benny grinned at the stupid, himbo-like expression he was making, letting the light dim from his eyes as he appeared more empty-headed. "Ain't nothing going on in here now except for all the cocks I'm gonna suck tonight. I bet this mouth has been trained to fit in all sorts of sizes; you saw how greedy Benny was swallowing me up. He was practically begging me to take over and wear his skin. Show everyone just how slutty he can really be when I'm in control."

Watching as his friend took control of the dancer's body, Ethan whimpered as Benny leaned in to seal their lips together in a firm and passionate kiss. He could feel the dancer's wet tongue slipping down his mouth, any moans and whimpers swallowed up in the messy make-out session between the two of them. Benny wrapped his arms around the smaller man, keeping Ethan pressed up against his bare chest. It wasn't until they had to break for air that the dancer finally pulled away, only staring down at Ethan with a smirk on his lips. That teasing tongue slipped out once more, making a show of licking up any stray droplets of saliva.

"Delicious… Just for you, I want to put on a little show… You'll let me do that, right? As a thank you for staying with me all night and making sure I was comfortable. And for letting me celebrate my birthday the way I wanted to," Benny purred as he carefully pushed Ethan back until he was stumbling back into a chair behind him. The young man sat down without a word, only staring up with wide eyes as his friend stepped away to begin his little private show.

Benny's movements were slow and sensual, in stark contrast to the fast-paced, thumping music just outside the door. With his friend wearing the dancer's bodysuit, Ethan watched as Benny ground his hips along the floor at a slow and careful pace. It was wildly intoxicating watching the other man move, and the stripper seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Crawling towards Ethan on all fours, Benny didn't stop until his head was resting against the inside of the younger man's thighs. His tongue was slipping out once more, letting some drool fall as he pressed his nose up against Ethan's crotch. "Fuck… You smell so good here… You want to give me a taste of this, big boy? I wouldn't even mind riding it until the morning. This hole feels so empty without you," Benny whined as his nose prodded at the younger man's bulge.

The two of them were suddenly interrupted by the door opening, and a large, burly man eyed them with a rather impassive face. Whether he registered the pure look of surprise on either of their faces. The stranger didn't say. The bouncer didn't even seem bothered at the sight of the dancer crawling on the ground with his head clearly positioned for a more sexual act in mind. Instead, he glanced over at Benny, jerking his thumb towards the hallway behind him.

"You're back on in five. You're closing out the night, remember? And put on something a little more show-stopping. The boss wants you to turn heads and catch eyes before you take it all off."

And without waiting for any recognition or response, the man left as quickly as he came, already moving to the next couple of rooms to inform the other dancers the same thing.

Ethan let out a shaky breath of relief that he didn't realize he was holding, only to look over at his friend shuffling through the duffel bag of outfits on the table next to where they had initially found the suit. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for something to wear! You heard them; I gotta wear something flashy to make everyone look at me," Benny said as he began pulling out some outfits. Unbothered if Ethan was watching him or not, the dancer began to dress himself in the middle of the room.

"But you don't work here!" Ethan protested, his brows glancing towards the door nervously in case the other man returned on them once more.

Benny hummed as he finished deciding on two outfits, swapping between the two to show them off for his friend in a slow, model-like turn. The dancer, to his credit, was enjoying the little display, savoring the way his skimpily dressed body showed off all the new muscles and curves to his enticing frame. “Ah, c’mon. It's just for one night. Besides, you've seen what I can do in this body. I don't think I'll have any trouble dancing on stage. Now, which outfit do you think looks better on me?"

Ethan sighed softly as he looked over the dancer's choices, knowing that once Benny had committed to doing something, there was no way anyone could talk him out of it. And if Benny wanted to have some fun dancing on stage in a body that wasn't his, who was he to refuse his friend that fun? "I think the first one could be pretty hot. I'm sure plenty of guys out tonight would have fantasies about a cowboy giving them lap dances or stripping on them," he hummed after careful consideration.

The dancer's eyes sparkled with delight, pleased with Ethan's decision. Benny quickly dressed himself in the suggested attire, testing it out only slightly with a simple sway of the hips and a roll of his body. "Yeah… oh, I like this. I can see myself dancing on people in a fit like this," he purred lowly, tugging his shorts down just a bit to flash the tight band of his thong. "Alright, I think I'm all set, cutie. Thanks for coming back here with me. I think I got my birthday wish granted this year, although it wasn't exactly the way I had imagined it."

Tilting his head as he looked at his friend curiously, Ethan couldn't stop himself as he asked, "What sort of wish did you have in mind?"

Benny's eyes glimmered with a hint of delightful glee now that he had asked, and the dancer only closed the distance between them once more. Keeping the smaller man pinned down to the chair, he climbed on top to let his fat bubble butt brush over Ethan's clothed bulge. The stripper wrapped his strong arms around his friend's head, pulling him in for another wet and sloppy kiss. He moaned sweetly into it, grinding and rolling his hips as he let both of them imagine what it would be like for Benny to sit on top of Ethan's cock later.

"I wished for a cutie to make out with and make him kiss me until I saw stars. I just didn't think you would be the one to do it for me," he whispered back with a soft giggle. Benny stared down at Ethan for a long moment before finally unlatching himself with a soft peck and a sway of his hips.

"I'll see you out there, yeah? I just gotta swing by the bathroom and put on some more glitter. I'll make sure to think of you when I'm dancing up there," his friend called out as he left the dressing room with a wave of his hand.

Ethan sat there for a moment, staring at his own arousal pressing up against his pants after Benny's more erotic lap dance. His phone pinged in the dim lighting, showing a text from one of their friends asking where they were. As he stared at the screen dumbly, Ethan watched as the time switched to midnight. A soft chime indicated that the next day on his calendar app was open now for him to check in.

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Irish Lad!

Fuckk! This body feels great!

A few minutes ago, I was a lost sea soul until I saw this body in the water. I noticed how it was struggling to swim in the currents and took advantage when it fainted. I slipped in and evicted his soul!

I woke up feeling strong as I managed to combat the current and swam to shore. I couldn't believe how strong I felt now, from training and playing rugby. Not a bad choice being hot and single.

Guess I must go to practise now!

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Magneto Possession

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Trust Us, We Make You New

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.

Trust Us, We Make You New

CORPUS.INC continued to gain strength in the market; it was a publicly traded company, yes. It was somewhat controversial due to its practices involving body swapping and possessions here and there (activists questioned the ethics of monetizing people's bodies), but without a law to stop them, it was merely a moralistic question.

Although, of course, there were certain... under-the-table exchanges and arrangements.

The announcement that the Secretary of the Treasury was stepping down due to health issues to allow his Deputy Secretary to take over didn't surprise anyone or raise any alarms. Secretary Harwell was already too old, out of touch with certain issues, and terribly rigid. Criticism and commentary were inevitable every time he appeared on camera or gave a speech; he was a dinosaur trying to stay relevant, and that bothered people.

So, allowing his Deputy Secretary, Bennet, to take over was the best idea. He had only been selected a few weeks prior. He was strong, muscular, and attractive (because, well, image matters in politics too, right?). He displayed a mental agility and charisma that far surpassed his predecessor — of course, people loved him!

Big, strong, attractive, his Instagram was full of images that were a mix of suits and political speeches and gym sessions, self-care, and attractive selfies. He was the perfect replacement, the first step for the old generation to leave once and for all and let the new ones rise to power, right?...

— Yes, yes. I know your products are still new, I'm not complaining about that – Bennet said, flexing on the terrace of his new penthouse. There was a beautiful view of Manhattan, and he even had a pool – I know it's a prototype, I'm trusting you, but I want you to fix this.

— Mr. Harwell, as I explained, it’s normal for your old memories and those of your new body to merge; it’s a completely normal process of symbiosis. Moreover, given the semi-permanent nature of the process, it’s a reabsorption.

— Yes, but I don’t want this guy’s gay thoughts in my head! – he said in frustration. Having to stop himself with his muscles sweating and burning, he was finding it so hard not to want to smell his armpit.

It had been largely his fault. He hadn’t even given much thought to who he’d choose to be his new body; he’d just looked for attractive, muscular guys, a pretty face to be his puppet. It didn’t need knowledge of politics or finance; after all, he’d be the brains, he just needed the muscles.

And now he seriously regretted it. It turned out Bennet was addicted to smelling himself; he loved the stench of sweaty armpits, not only his own but other men’s as well. Images of him kissing other men, their muscles pressed together, panting, sweaty, and reeking. Damn! He had to stop because his tool had become "anxious."

— As I said before, Secretary Harwell…

— I don't give a damn about your explanations! Fix this now. It's the service I'm paying for! – There was silence on the other end of the line.

— Sure, we apologize. I'm sending an update to your neurotransmitter to fix the problem. Give me a few minutes. You'd better be sitting or lying down.

The man smiled victoriously. Finally, he could enjoy this new body properly. He settled into one of the outdoor chairs, put his feet up on the table, and stretched his muscular body. He waited for a while with his eyes closed, feeling nothing. He was about to ask when he felt a sharp pain in his temple. He had to stifle a scream and grip the armrests. What the hell was happening?!

— Shit! It hurts! Fix it right now!

— It's normal to feel that during the process. Please wait a second.

— I'll sue you. You sons of bitches! Ugh!

He felt the pressure in his skull increase. He squeezed his eyes and hands shut as he writhed. Images of other men surged through his mind, memories of Bennet's adventures at the gym during rush hour also surfaced, and the urge to smell his own armpits was uncontrollable.

— SHIT!

— Please wait a little longer, Mr. Bennet. The upgrade is almost finished. We thank you for hiring CORPUS.Inc, and remember: Trust us with your future – The line cut out, Bennet sat in the chair for a while longer, his breathing ragged, his headache starting to subside, he opened his eyes confused, and put his hand to his forehead, wincing in pain.

— Fuck... I need to take an aspirin or something.

He rubbed his head for a while longer. He still had some paperwork to do regarding taxes and finances; he remembered everything he needed to perform his new role in the cabinet, down to the last detail. Although... he felt more relaxed. Why had he been so annoyed moments before?

Meh. Never mind, it was better if he got to work.

Should he shower and put something on? He was all sweaty and smelly. Nah! He could work like this; after all, he loved the smell.

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Short Story: An Interesting Tidbit on a Mystic Forum

Title: An Interesting Tidbit on a Mystic Forum

For those of us who enjoy stealing other people's identities—whether through possession, body swapping, or other means—most usually prefer doing it out of sight. But let me tell you, that’s not always the case. If you're skilled enough, you can pull it off right in the middle of a crowd

Take my own case, for instance. Naturally, my method of choice is possession. And to keep things interesting—and not make it too easy—I don't turn myself into a ghost or a slime to possess someone. Instead, I use a method that involves physical touch, merging, and then taking over

The setup was simple: first, you need a target. Today, my eyes were set on a young police officer who was busy directing traffic and helping out the public...

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