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Christmas Exchange
— Holy shit! – Harlon stared at himself with fascination, flexing his muscles in the tight red spandex. His gaze was eager and somewhat hungry as he looked at himself, licking his lips with a certain amusement. Although that wasn't quite the Harlon Wikson he knew. But to tell the whole story, one must start from the beginning.
The Wikson family used to be very close, especially around Christmas time. It consisted of Harlan, a widower and father of two college-aged children, and Rolan, the eldest, a successful athlete with a girlfriend who was a cheerleader on the official cheerleading squad.
And then there was Caspian, thinner and more scrawny, who preferred books and artistic pursuits to strenuous sports. He also had a couple, only he was... well, another guy. Blake was his name. With a tan complexion, jet-black hair, a good pair of muscles, and a somewhat daring attitude.
It was the first time any of the sons had brought someone else to Christmas dinner, and to make matters “worse”, it was... well, a guy. Harlon wasn't homophobic, but seeing one of his sons with another man wasn't exactly what he expected.
— Are you sure Dad won't disinherit you or something? – Rolan asked his brother as they set the table. Their father pretended not to hear them from the kitchen.
— I hope not. I know it's kind of... complicated, but Blake's a good guy, and we've been together for almost two years. I wanted to introduce him and make it official. You know?
— I get it, bro. I'd bring Jen too if she didn't have to be at her parents' house. I support you, though... try to go as calmly as possible with Dad. Okay?
The man gripped the sleeve with the turkey juice too tightly and had to put it down for a moment, bringing his hand to his forehead. How would he handle the situation? His wife, who was no longer with them, was supposed to know how to deal with these things. He didn't want to be rude to Caspian or his... “friend”, but the news that his youngest son was gay and, moreover, in a relationship, hadn't been the best way to start Christmas Eve.
He wanted to be a good father, to support him and love him unconditionally, but he felt that the situation was partly overwhelming him. He wanted to understand him, he really did; he went over to one of the display cases in the house, taking a snow globe in his hands to shake it. He often did that to find answers or comfort when he didn't quite know what to do about fatherhood.
— I just want to understand him better – he murmured softly, watching the snow and silver glitter fall and float in the magical orb.
He sighed again, then went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Blake arrived around eight o'clock at night wearing a white tank top, a navy blue cap, and a demeanor far too relaxed for Harlon's liking. This was supposed to be a formal, family affair, not a damn basketball game.
— Welcome – he muttered. The burly athlete smiled warmly and shook his hand.
— It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I appreciate you having me today. My parents are in another country, and these holidays are usually lonely for me. Thank you – The guy had a slight Hispanic accent, a friendly demeanor, but... Shit. Was that sweat? Harlon had to restrain himself from wincing at the overpowering stench of sweat and testosterone emanating from the man.
— Darling! – Caspian shouted before throwing himself into the guy's arms. His father noticed the size difference, as if the other man could easily crush his son. The displays of affection between them made him somewhat uneasy, seeing his son so... delicate.
Caspian's behavior wasn't exactly a new phenomenon. Yes, he was more effeminate and delicate than other guys his age, with a high-pitched voice, a colorful wardrobe, and pop music constantly playing on his phone. But seeing them was one thing, having them both so close was quite another. Blake's chest practically pressed against his face, his hands anxious, unsure where to rest, that gaze heavy with desire…
— Why don't we just go straight to dinner? – Harlon had to intervene. Caspian nodded, taking his boyfriend's hand so he could sit down. Rolan just raised an eyebrow at the guy and his extravagant attire.
The evening progressed as expected, with a few stumbles, like an awkward conversation about who was the man and who was the woman in Caspian and Blake's relationship, but also some successes, like the nearly thirty-minute conversation between Rolan and his brother's boyfriend about sports.
But every time he saw them holding hands, whispering things in each other's ears followed by a tender laugh, that feeling of unease still lingered within him. « Please, I want to understand, please » – he reminded himself of his wish.
— Do you have room for dessert? – he asked amiably, getting up to collect some plates and heading to the kitchen for the cream cake he had prepared. Blake stood up immediately.
— Let me help you, Mr. H! – The father had no choice but to accept the help, letting the man carry the dishes to the sink while he cut some slices of the cake.
— I really want to please you, sir. Your son is important to me, and I want to show you that you can trust me.
— Thank you, I'll… keep that in mind – he said, pressing his lips together as politely as he could, placing the slices of cake on the table.
Again, a few trivial topics came up as they ate.
— It tastes delicious… Did you put anything different in it this year? – Caspian asked, savoring the dessert. Harlon just shook his head, concentrating on his plate.
— I think he might have put something in it, it is – Rolan paused, on the verge of revealing the "secret ingredient", but instead, his eyes glazed over as he looked around, confused – I… I feel… What did you put in it?
He watched fearfully as Blake's fork clattered against his plate, his gaze unsteady and unsteady.
— I don't feel... well… – Harlon felt his stomach churn, and everything began to blur and become a blur. Caspian didn't even have time to say anything before collapsing onto the table. He tried to stand, but only managed to fall backward, feeling his weight, almost like tons, slam against the floor. The world went dark around him as he lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he was still in the same dining room, only... different. He remembered that in the last few moments he had been lying on the ground, but now he was sitting up, and his gaze shifted to the right to find Caspian beside him, also beginning to wake up and putting his hand to his forehead, wincing in pain.
— Damn, my head – he muttered in a slightly deeper tone, but his voice was still just as high-pitched.
Caspian didn't usually swear. Although a heavy noise, like a growl or a groan, sounded beside him, when he looked in that direction, he could see something rising from the ground, heavy and large. It was...
— Ugh… – he heard his old voice. He saw his old body stretch in pain, as if the blow of several years leading up to middle age had suddenly struck him.
But the worst part was when a scream from Rolan filled the room. His eldest son, always confident and "tough", was now frantically waving his hands around, his eyes wide as he looked him up and down, his hands coming out at his cheeks and slapping them hard with his open palm as if trying to wake himself from a dream.
— What the hell?! – Caspian jumped up, almost lunging at Rolan, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him – Why are you in my body?! Who are you?!
A confused Rolan looked at him with the same confusion and bewilderment, a single movement making the skinny boy back away.
— Why are you in my body, anyway?! – Rolan shouted again, his voice sounding more... melodious? As if that enormous body truly didn't belong to him, completely alien to him.
They stared at each other for a long time. Caspian was the first to swallow, unsure how to speak, as if the cat had eaten his tongue.
— Cas? Are you... are you in there? – Rolan nodded slowly, perplexed.
When Harlon dared to look at himself, he glanced down to find a white sleeveless shirt. He took a drag, catching the scent of sweat. He felt a cap on his head, damn it. He couldn't resist the urge to run to one of the bathrooms. Only hearing the screams of his old body and the apparent body of "Rolan" behind him did he slam the door shut, locking it.
— Puta madre – he managed to say in perfect Spanish when he saw himself in the mirror. In front of him was Blake's reflection, his brown skin, those enormous biceps, his chin… – Mierda, si que estoy guapo!
He said with a certain fascination. He didn't quite understand what was happening to him; his hands traced the lines along his sides with a deep laugh.
— Damn. I feel so young! – He heard that distinct accent coming from his lips, slapped his pecs hard, then squeezed them, but what truly dismayed him was when he lifted his armpit, taking a deep drag. The stench that had previously seemed unpleasant and nauseating now felt comforting. Warm and pungent... He took another drag, smiling. It would be much better if Cass were sniffing him like a maniac. Damn! What?!
On the other side of the house, Rolan also couldn't resist the urge to dash off to his old room and find himself in his younger brother's body, much thinner and shorter than him. He felt like a flower stem, flimsy and fragile.
— Don't play around – he said, panic in his voice. His damn fingers even looked thin and manicured. What the hell?!
He didn't judge his brother for being gay and liking feminine things, but being in his body was a completely different story. He felt so fragile, so tiny! There wasn't a trace of his old muscles; his pecs had shrunk to tiny sizes, like lemons! His face no longer exuded that natural attractiveness that could make any girl swoon. Now he was cute! What was he going to do about it?!
— Holy shit, my god, it's like… – Blake murmured as he felt his "father-in-law's" body, his new, more mature and aged pecs. He had to admit, Mr. Harlon was very well preserved. He even felt the roughness of his chin from the half-grown beard.
— Honey, I don't know if I'm okay with seeing you touch my father's body like that – Caspian said with a grimace. But the other ignored the complaint, only continuing to run his hands all over his body, a deep laugh in his ear.
— My back feels like shit, but look at this stuff! – He ran his hands back down to his pecs, bouncing them up and down with the same control of his hands, toying with them. Caspian, in his older brother's body, was flushed and furious; he had to slap him to make him stop.
— I told you that's enough – His gaze conveyed ferocity, something that never happened in his real body. Blake raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile.
— Why? What bothers you about all this? – He moved a little closer to his boyfriend, sticking out his tongue in the process to make the stupidest face he could manage. He leaned in to give him a wet kiss, heavy with saliva and using that enormous tongue he now possessed.
But all he managed to do was push him away with Caspian's newfound strength, who then ran upstairs. Blake shrugged nonchalantly; going upstairs to the main room, he was sure to find something fun to pass the time.
Caspian, on the other hand, felt a throbbing headache, as if he'd been beaten with a baseball bat. He barely managed to reach his old room to lock the door. Something he hadn't counted on (and that no one expected, of course) was that his older brother's psyche was much stronger than his own, more dominant and less fragile. He felt new impulses coursing through his skin. He hadn't returned the kiss, not because he didn't like it, but because it disgusted him somewhat, and not because of the "obvious" changes in their bodies. But because kissing a man seemed... strange.
His skin felt like it was on fire. He pulled off his shirt as best he could, revealing his thick, fleshy muscles. He had to stare at himself in the mirror, mouth agape.
— Damn – he grinned, feeling his new biceps and abs – Now I know why the girls loved it so much – he said with a mocking smile that vanished into a panicked expression. Girls? But if he liked men, that wasn't right. He had to do something, he had to- AGH! A sharp headache immobilized him, so much so that he collapsed onto the bed in agony. The veins in his neck bulged as he felt a new wave of memories and desires wash over him, as if his mind were being rewritten. He clutched the sheets around him, trying to resist.
Downstairs, Harlon emerged from the bathroom, his chest heaving. A bit of sweat glistened on his skin, and a silly grin played on his lips. He saw "Caspian" coming down the stairs, looking nervous and anxious.
— Cas, there you are – he said, grabbing him tightly by the waist to pull him closer. The thinner man pushed him aside with all the strength he could muster.
— W-wait. I'm not Caspian, and- Dad, aren't you inside? – There was fear in his voice, trying to get as far away as possible from the thunderous kisses the other was trying to give him. He inhaled for a second, only to be met with the putrid stench emanating from his brother's boyfriend.
— Dad? Pfft, what are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense, honey.
What Rolan hadn't counted on was that his father was having an... intense moment in the bathroom. Surrounded by memories that seeped into him with such force that they became one, memories of Caspian panting beneath him as his hips pressed against his, their skin damp and sweaty, the scent of intimacy and masculinity filling the air. Why would he be against such great pleasures that life offered him? There was nothing wrong with feeling attraction to men, so sexy with their pecs, biceps, and smelly armpits; he loved them. And even more so if it was his sexy and delicate boyfriend whom he longed to tear in two.
— N-no, I'm serious, this is wrong, and- mfffhhhh! – Rolan couldn't even finish the sentence before being slammed into his brother-in-law's stinky armpits. He felt the stench sting inside his nostrils, he struggled but it was useless. Like a boa constrictor, the athlete kept his grip around him, tight and firm, forcing him to smell.
— That's it, darling. Take a good drag, you love daddy's smell, don't you? – he said mockingly. Rolan's eyes were watering, he felt nauseous, but the more he inhaled, the more his head spun, his legs gave way.
He felt new impulses stirring within him, a natural inclination towards submission, a yearning to kneel before a man and serve him. Rolan hadn't known how perverted his younger brother could be, and now he was enveloped by all these new memories and desires. He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue and beginning to lick his beloved boyfriend's armpits.
— I knew you'd get used to it quickly – It seemed as if Rolan, or rather Caspian, had been given a stimulant? His eyes were shining, almost like stars, his cheeks flushed, and he had a tent in his pants.
— Mfhhh – gasps were all that escaped his lips, his tongue sticking out.
— You don't have to say anything else, cariño – Old Harlon took the other's cheeks in his hands and kissed him desperately. They embraced each other, their lips clashing as their wet tongues met. The height difference was striking, so the older one decided to take him by the waist, lifting him so he could wrap his arms around his hips and kissing him more intensely.
They were both a chaotic mess, stumbling all over the place, bumping into the walls, the kitchen counter.
— Fuck, I don't give a fuck if your family hears us – the new Blake said breathlessly, deep and eager like a predator. Caspian nodded like crazy, rubbing himself against his boyfriend's waist so he could feel his tool against him; he wanted him to fill him up so badly.
Upstairs, the real Blake continued exploring his new body. In fact, he was getting more "comfortable".
— Bro. I look great in this – he said, laughing. He’d found a cap and a black tank top and hadn’t hesitated for a second to put them on; he felt more comfortable like this. He took a sniff of his new armpit, only catching the scent of deodorant and cologne – I wish it smelled stronger.
He grimaced. But hey, that wasn’t going to stop him from exploring himself. He knew, in a way, that it was wrong. He wanted to make a better impression on his father-in-law, and using his boyfriend’s dad’s body like this certainly wasn’t very… appropriate. But he felt almost like his hormones were boiling over, so screw it. What did it matter?
He could act like a mindless athlete in a middle-aged man’s body if he wanted. He had to admit that this style suited his father-in-law; it made him look younger and more radiant. He felt his tool throbbing, thick as a beer can and accompanied by heavy, bull-like balls. He couldn't hold out much longer.
Especially considering the noises downstairs, the loud, desperate gasps of who seemed to be "Caspian" and his old body, bellowing, desperate, and almost in heat, colliding with each other. If they were having fun, why wasn't he?
Dinner had been a complete disaster, in fact. They hadn't even eaten; each of them remained locked in their respective rooms, adjusting more to their new identities. It was as if their current bodies had absorbed them, rearranging their mindsets to make them adapt – well, all except Blake. Who, for some reason, managed to keep his psyche above Harlon's boring and somewhat outdated personality; he'd even gotten a nose piercing to look more "cool”.
Visiting gay clubs and bars to let loose with his new "mature daddy" look. And what happened to him and Caspian? Unfortunately, they had to break up. Caspian's new tastes no longer suited him. Now, inhabiting his older brother's body, he had discovered a fascination with women; their curves and other attributes seemed so captivating and... delicious.
As soon as summer vacation ended, he couldn't resist the urge to explore these new pleasures with his girlfriend, Jen. He ended up filling her again and again with his thick, creamy substance.
Now he was a success in sports, a heartbreaker with girls begging for him, powerful, masculine, and without a trace of his old identity. He still occasionally harbored a certain curiosity for men. So he could enlist any of his old friends to have their mouths serve well in worshipping a real man like himself.
And Harlon and Rolan? Well, they were together, as a couple. At first, it had been strange and contradictory, their old minds feeling how wrong things were, but their new bodies were eager to cling to each other, like magnets that couldn't stay apart for long.
With their sweaty skin pressed together, Rolan would be at Harlon's feet, literally. Desperately sucking and licking to get every last drop of his new boyfriend's rancid, acrid essence.
Rolan already felt comfortable with his slimmer, shorter figure, his perfect cheekbones, and his smooth skin, moving naturally, swaying his hips. Why would he miss his old muscles when he now had enormous buttocks that made anyone drool?
Harlon was young again. He knew his old body was already attractive, but this was different. He felt more agile, stronger, his tanned skin radiant, his biceps and pecs enormous. So damn attractive, it had been quite a sudden change, going from liking women to liking men, practically overnight. But damn, it felt so good, so comfortable.
It seemed like it had been a good Christmas exchange after all.
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Hey everyone! This is a special Christmas post, just a few more and we'll be done with this holiday season. I wanted to thank you all for the support you've given me this year; I truly appreciate it. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, surrounded by your loved ones and friends. Enjoy! And if you're going through a tough time, feeling like you can't go on or that life is kicking you, remember that nothing lasts forever, and everything always works out and gets better. Everything will be alright.
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Three alien men decided to go on a trip to the primitive planet of Earth. Rather than go by ship which would’ve taken two years, even with wormhole technology, they opted to project their consciousnesses into three earth men. Of course that meant feeling the foreign sensations of male human bodies.
They took the bodies of Derek, in the black speedo, Al in the red, and Cade in the blue. They had done research on earth customs and culture and even on the lives of the bodies they would be inhabiting for the duration of their trip. Each of these men had a wife and two of them had grown children at home.
When the alien buddies beamed their minds into these men, Derek, Al, and Cade were in the middle of a photoshoot for their town’s calendar.
“Now put your butts together and scooch back towards each other,” the photographer instructed the men.
The aliens, not wanting to blow their cover so easily, obeyed the man and put their muscular man pussies together. They began feeling a stirring in their respective speedos. They found themselves pushing back on each other forcefully and enjoying the stimulation. The photographer was hollering in delight as he got the event on film.
They had assumed they would be straight in these human bodies, as the men were each married to women. But in each passing moment they found themselves curious for their new sexual compatibility with one another. The photographer offered them a break since they were fully erect in their swimwear. They took the break happily and went into the one person bathroom together.
The three men had never had any sexual interest in each other back on their home planet. Their species didn’t experience sexual gratification, after all. But these human bodies were horny, and feeling that was as powerful as an intoxicant. It wasn’t long before they figured out how to put two and two together. They had researched straight sex prior to the trip, anticipating that they would have sex with their human wives at some point, but all they needed in order to figure out gay sex was their strong desire to mate with one another. They took turns fucking each other until they had each came a heavy load. Then they used the sink to wash up so that they could return to their calendar photoshoot.
The real Derek, Al, and Cade were trapped in their minds experiencing everything the alien hijackers chose to do with their bodies. At first they were screaming for them to stop with the gay sex and cheating on their wives, but eventually they gave into the hedonism and let themselves experience the sexual ecstasy granted by the debauchery of the vacationing aliens.
The aliens stayed in their human host bodies for a month. They had gotten very good at creating excuses for getting away from their host families and breeding each other’s middle aged man holes. By the time the consciousness imposition was over and they were sent back to their alien bodies, the three human men were changed mentally. They would continue the trend of lying to their wives and meeting up for dl sex. They secretly wanted to thank the aliens who temporarily stole their lives and accidentally sexually liberated them.
Since I got hold of the Chronivac, my life has been transformed, quite literally! After a quick glance at the instructions, the first thing I did was to swap bodies with my hot neighbour Zack. He was going through a rough patch with his wife and he had just been made unemployed but that didn’t worry me because it was nothing the Chronivac couldn’t handle.
Sure enough, a few carefully programmed commands and Zac’s nagging wife Tamsin became Todd, my husband, a hunky ex-fratboy type with firm muscles and a winning smile who would do anything for me in and out of the sack.
Next up was the job situation and that was no trouble either. The Chronivac made it super-easy to set myself up with a great career and in no time at all, I was CEO at the company my former dad works at, the best part of which is that he now reports to me.
Making some final tweaks, like a sharp Italian suit and tie combo and a totally hot new hairstyle for the normally grungy Zack, I kissed goodbye to Todd, slipped on some shades and set of for work in my new sports car. Life sure is great with the Chronivac on hand!
(Original Story posted August 19th 2024) This story has been mildly Updated!
The eyes are the windows to the soul. I’d never realised just how true that saying really was until recently. Now I understand. Because whenever I looked into Leo’s eyes, I could always see Rory staring right back at me. Even now as we sat together in this cozy little coffee shop. He looked over at me while innocently sipping on an iced latte. Leo’s eyes still gleamed with the same love that Rory’s always had for me.
It was enough to give immediate butterflies. Though, if I was being totally honest, Leo’s body was enough to do that on its own. All that size and hairy muscle… it was something else. And now that it was under Rory’s control, I had the honour of worshipping that hunky body every day.
———
3 months ago Rory had been involved in a terrible accident. You might be thinking he was in a car crash or a work related incident. Nope. It was a fucking lightning strike. A freak thunderstorm that’d come out of nowhere decided that, of all the places to strike lightning, it was gonna slam down only inches away from my boyfriend. A lot of victims survive lightning strikes in some manner but Rory wasn’t so lucky. That strike took him out for good. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.
His body had been taken away and I left to mourn along with his family as we planned Rory’s funeral. It didn’t feel real at the time. Like it was all some sick joke. But that’s when it happened.
One night, as I was looking back on some of our pictures together, I felt something cold press against my back. I hardly had time to react before I felt it pressing inside me. I couldn’t grab or see whatever it was, only feel as it seeped deeper into my skin. As it forced its way into my body, it attempted to take control. I tried to fight, resulting in my body and limbs flailing around chaotically, but it was no use. Soon enough this thing had pushed its way inside entirely and quickly assumed full control on my body.
At first it seemed like a nightmare. Seeing my body move against my will. That is until I heard a familiar voice in my head telling me not to worry. I couldn’t believe it. It was Rory’s voice! He then spoke aloud using my own body’s voice as he apologised for taking over without asking me but he assumed this was the only way I would believe him. Naturally my mind was spinning with questions. Luckily he could hear every last one of them so he took his time to explain everything.
He told me that ever since he was killed in that crazy thunderstorm, he’d been stuck wandering as a ghost. He wasn’t sure why but he theorised that perhaps something about that lightning strike had prevented him from moving on? It seemed far fetched but it was all he could think of since he hadn’t come across any other ghosts. Apparently he’d been watching me and his family ever since until he figured out he could possess people. Something he realised when he accidentally slipped inside the body of my father not long ago. Apparently it’d taken him days to figure out how to leave his body.
“Well now I know why my dad was acting so weird before…” I said internally. About a week prior I remembered having a conversation with my dad. We’d been talking about Rory and he was trying to comfort me through it all. Then out of nowhere my dad started convulsing on the sofa next to me! I thought he was having a seizure until suddenly stopped moments later. After that I remember how strange he started acting. Looking down at himself like it was the first time he’d seen his own hands. Touching his stubbly face. Running his tongue over his teeth as though they were brand new. And then he’d given me the weirdest look before getting up and apologising. After that he ran and locked himself in the bathroom for an hour. In hindsight I don’t think I wanna think about what he was doing with my father's body during that time. At least now it made sense why he seemed so awkward around my mother.
“I would’ve possessed someone else or told you who I really was while I was inside your dad’s but I didn’t you’d believe me.” Rory explained with my own voice. “If it were the other way around and my dad started telling me that he was actually being possessed by my dead boyfriend then… I’d probably start thinking about getting him checked into a mental hospital.” And he was right. There was no way I would’ve believed him had he not literally been inside my body right now. That said I was feeling an almost incomprehensible mix of emotions right now.
Love. Joy. Shock. Fear. Relief. Those and so so many more all bundled up to create this whirlwind I was feeling as Rory took the opportunity to check my face out in the bathroom mirror. Going on to comment on how weird it was to see the face of his handsome boyfriend being reflected back at him as he prodded at my body while I was helpless in the passenger seat. Add Horny to the list of emotions.
“Wait. If you were inside my dad then why hasn’t he said anything at all about being possessed now that you’ve left?” I questioned.
Rory shrugged my shoulders. “Well… after I figured out how to leave his body, I might’ve jumped back in an hour or so later. Not for long though. Just so I could let him know that if he tries to tell anybody about me, that I’d come back and possess him forever.” He said casually as if he hadn't put the fear of god into my father.
Once Rory had finished explaining himself to me, we started discussing what the hell we were gonna do now. For starters we quickly agreed that him possessing me wasn’t the best way to proceed. For a start I wanted to actually be in control of my own body and as fun as it was to both live in the same head, I’m sure we’d miss not being able to kiss and cuddle up together as individuals. Not to mention having our private time when needed. Oh and being able to fuck of course. That said, if we wanted our relationship to continue then we needed to go about this a different way.
Getting Rory a new permanent body of his own.
So that’s what we planned to do. I allowed him to hop in and out of my body for the meantime as a means of easy communication as we hunted for someone else for Rory to take over. We specifically wanted to find a man who would be perfect on the outside but a complete asshole on the inside. Why? Well whenever Rory possessed someone, that person was completely conscious of everything. For that reason we didn’t want Rory to just steal the body of the first hot guy we saw and damn some innocent dude to be a prisoner in his own head for the rest of his life. Instead we needed to find a dude who was a total scumbag that deserved such a fate.
And it took awhile. Sure there’s plenty of bad people out in the world. But not all of them were obvious and the ones that were usually didn’t meet the physical criteria shall we say. There were a few close picks that Rory and I kept our eyes on but everything changed when we found Leo.
Rory had been in control of my body at the time. We’d decided to head downtown and shop around for the afternoon. Going into a few stores and buying some stuff here and there. Eventually we decided to have a little browse around one of those sporty shops that sell all sorts of athletic clothes since I was in need of some new gym attire. That’s when we saw him.
Browsing some of the shoes on displays was this gorgeous adonis of a man. He seemed about the same height as me but man was he beefy! It looked as though his clothes were struggling to contain his body. The blue compression shirt hugged his upper body nice and tight in a way that showed off his hefty pecs that undoubtedly bounced with every step he took. Even the hard tips of his nipples were easily spotted through the tight fabric. As for the sleeves. They seemed as though they struggled to contain even a small portion of those colossal biceps he built for himself. So thick with power. Bulging with strength. Not to mention those pale blue jeans that were so firmly strapped to his legs that not much almost nothing was left to the imagination. So skintight that it was impossible not to admire those hulking thighs and calves, never mind that huge muscle ass and noticeably large package.
I could immediately tell Rory liked him. After all he had full control over all my bodily functions and I just got one of the hardest boners of my life. Though I can’t lie, even if I was in control my body probably would’ve reacted the same to a hunk like that. Especially after we saw his face. Because if that body alone wasn’t enough, his face looked as though it’d been carved by the gods themselves. So perfectly masculine in every way that was both rugged and gorgeous at the same time. And that beard. God the beard. It was so perfectly thick and full. I just wanted to run my hands through it and worship it for all it was worth. This guy was our dream man.
Hence Rory used my body to subtly follow the stud around the store for a while. The two of us soon found out he even had a full head of thick hair hiding underneath that cap he was wearing as he flipped it around at one point. Not even a hint of baldness. I was starting to wonder if this man had any flaws whatsoever.
Eventually though, the hulking man exited the store and we soon followed. Watching as he walked through town before dipping into another shop. Seeing this I reminded Rory that if we followed him into too many stores, he’d eventually notice and get suspicious. I told him that it would be safer if he left my body and continued to follow that handsome brute in his ghostly form without me and report back tonight. Rory liked the sound of that plan, soon jumping out of my body and leaving me disoriented for a moment. I couldn’t see Rory of course but I could only assume that he’d followed our new friend into that shop and to anywhere else that stallion went.
Then I just had to wait.
———
Later that same evening I was sitting up in bed watching some TV. I absentmindedly rubbed my cock to the thought of that hunk from earlier that day, wondering whether Rory had taken his body for a spin or not. And then, right one cue, that familiar icy hot feeling rushed over my entire being as Rory slipped back inside my skin. By this point we’d done it enough times that the possessions were pretty seamless.
He didn’t waste any time in catching me up. Rory told me how he’d followed the burly stud all the way back to his place. It didn't take him long to find out that the hunk’s name was Leo and that he lived alone in a fairly decent flat. Not to mention how, underneath that compression shirt, the dude was a fucking gorilla! Not only was absolutely built with muscle but he was covered in manly fur from head to toe. Especially his chest and stomach.
Rory told me how he’d watched Leo for a good few hours and hadn’t picked up on anything just yet that would qualify him for the position of certified asshole just yet. However there was a certain vibe he got from Leo. A hunch that said he wasn’t as pretty underneath all that masculine charm as you might want to believe. That said we agreed Rory would continue to surveil Leo for at least a couple more days to see if his hunch checked out. If not we could always go back to searching
And with that he wished me love before hopping out of my body and leaving me to wait yet again.
———
And wait I did. For over a week in fact. I did my best to live my life as normally as possible. I still had to put on the act of a mourning boyfriend to my friends and family but that wasn’t too hard. In the meantime the suspense of knowing what Rory had found out was killing me. He’d never taken this long to surveil a body before. I was even starting to worry that maybe something had happened to him. Maybe he really had moved on somehow. Thankfully all of my doubts and worries were put to rest one afternoon when I heard a knock at my front door.
When I opened the door, my jaw practically fell to the floor. Standing before me, in all his huge hairy and hunky glory, was none other than the same man I’d seen at that sports store. The same man who’d been living rent free in my head for the past week. The very same man Rory had been surveilling this whole time. Standing before me was none other than Leo! He was grinning ear to ear at me. His eyes were so full of love and mischief at the same time. But I could tell from that one look alone that it wasn’t the real Leo in control. Behind those eyes was boyfriend Rory.
I barely had time to get a word out before he wrapped me up in a massive bear hug. Intentionally pulling me forwards and squishing my face between those enormous hairy pillows he called a chest. The enormity of which was hardly covered by a tight red tank top. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath as my face remained submerged between his thick muscle tits, inhaling his warm scent nice and deep. The powerful pheromones he exuded filled my nostrils in a way that caused my brain to light up. That combined with the feeling of those large muscled arms holding me nice and tight had my cock twitching and flailing in my pants. I almost thought I was gonna cum on the spot.
I was in a total daze by the time he let go, pulling away from his gorgeous chest so I could stand up straight and look into those sparkling eyes of his. I tried to speak but he cut me off once again, this time by pressing those hot bearded lips against my own. It started soft but it only took a few seconds for it to devolve into something more primal and passionate. Him deepening the kiss as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth like he owned me.
“Rory? Please tell me it’s you.” I was finally able to say once the two of us pulled away. It had to be. The look in those eyes was unmistakable. I was certain it was my boyfriend in there.
“You’d be in deep shit if it wasn’t.” He replied with a smirk, giving me the confirmation I needed to breathe a sigh of relief. “And I’d say we have ourselves a winner.” He added while gesturing down at his newly stolen form and giving his hairy pecs a firm tantalising squeeze.
I almost couldn’t believe it at first. “No fucking way. Please don’t say you’re messing with me… You’re actually gonna keep this one? Like forever?” I asked while my eyes whipped up and down his form, subtly licking my lips as I spoke. The last time I’d seen Leo it’d been through stolen glances. Now however I could appreciate his body without shame. And Rory was showing it off nicely. Along with that red tank top, he was also wearing a pair of skin tight sweatpants that clung to his legs shamelessly. Were all of Leo’s clothes skintight? Sitting on his head was a black cap that was once again hiding his perfect hair. And to bring the whole look together was a bulky sliver chain that hung around his neck and draped across his upper chest. Yet as I scanned his clothes, my eyes couldn’t keep their gaze away from those giant biceps or that handsome face for more than a few seconds. Put simply, if I were a woman I’d probably get pregnant just from looking at him. Instead it just felt like my cock was about to make a mess of my underwear instead.
“Ooooh yeah. You wouldn’t believe the shit I found out about this guy. Seemed okay at first but I started to see those layers pull back first hand. I was on the fence at first but the more I learned about him, the more I realised he was a total fucking scumbag who didn’t deserve gorgeous body like this.” The way he flexed those biceps after saying that almost had me fainting into his arms. “So to answer your question, yes. I’m gonna keep this one. Forever.”
I don’t think I’d ever been more happy in my life to find out that another dude was a complete asshole. So much so that I dragged him inside the house and shut the door behind so I could give him a real hug this time. Squeezing him with all the love I had while telling Rory how happy I was that he could truly be here with me again. That I could actually see and talk to him again even if he looked different now.
“You sure you’re not just happy that I’m this massive hairy stud now?” He joked.
“It’s the person on the inside that matters most to me.” I said, trying my best to sound humble. “But I would be lying if I said the new body wasn’t an added bonus…” I continued honestly while smiling back at him.
After that I practically dragged him into the living room where the two of us sat down on the couch together. Without wasting any time, I asked Rory to tell me everything that he witnessed over the past week he’d been observing Leo. I was dying to know what a man like this could’ve done to warrant himself worthy of a permanent body theft.
Like Rory said, everything seemed normal at first. Just a regular gym obsessed stud living his everyday life. That is until Rory saw Leo texting on his phone. He didn’t think too much of it until he realised that Leo was texting multiple women at once. He didn’t want to assume things at first but judging by the way he messaged each one of these women, it seemed as though he was dating all of them! There had to be at least 3 different women he was leading on. Jumping between all their messages and letting them believe they were the only one. That was terrible of course but it only got worse.
During that week Leo had invited two of the three women to stay at his place for a night or two but the way he treated them was disgusting! He acted like such a stereotypical male chauvinist, getting these women who were guests in his home to cook meals and do all the washing up. He treated them like crap and Rory couldn’t understand why these women put up with it? Initially he’d assumed it was because of how purely handsome Leo was. He knew plenty of people out there would allow themselves to be treated like dirt if it meant getting attention from someone who looked like him. But after witnessing Leo fuck those women like an absolute beast, he started to wonder if that was the real reason. He was a hairy hunk who knew exactly how to use his fat cock to make his female partners orgasm multiple times before cumming himself. And because of all that, these women let him walk all over them.
By this point Rory was getting close to deeming Leo worthy but a small part of him was still on the fence. That part of him soon swayed however the more he observed. On the nights where none of his girlfriends were staying over at his place, he would instead find some other random chick on a hook up app to have over instead. Which meant he was fucking a girl almost every single night only to toss those hook up’s out the door the very next morning. The way he treated women was just… vile. Mysogisny at its peak. That probably explained why he was so good at sex though.
Rory then went on to say how he’d followed Leo to places like his job as a construction worker and the gym where he’d meet up with his friends. Once again it didn’t seem too bad at first until they started making certain comments that made Rory’s eye twitch. It started with more horrible comments about women. That seemed to be a common theme unfortunately. Whenever an attractive lady would walk past the construction site Leo and his buddies were working at, they’d all made some kind of crude comment or gesture towards one another about the poor woman. Often talking about women like they were sexdolls for their pleasure and not real people who deserved respect.
What really made Rory snap however was on the one instance where Leo and his buds spotted a gay couple walking past. They just couldn’t stop themselves from muttering homophobic comments under their breath. Chuckling to one another as they made fun of the two unsuspecting men holding hands and Leo even went as far as to call them faggots. Not to their faces of course but that didn’t matter. He still said it.
So by this point Rory had been able to establish that Leo was sexist, homophobic, a misogynist and most likely a narcissist as well from what he could tell. With all that under his belt, Rory was willing to bet there was even more shit buried underneath that pretty exterior but he’d already seen enough. This guy didn’t deserve his body.
So Rory took it.
One evening Leo was texting away on his phone, messaging one of his multiple girlfriends yet again. Probably deciding if he wanted to invite them around or if he was just gonna find himself another hook up. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t going to get the chance to decide as Rory finally dove towards the hulking man with all of his ghostly might.
Apparently what followed was a long groaning roar of turmoil and discomfort as Rory tried to force his way inside Leo. But it wasn’t easy. Out of the few people he’d possessed since becoming a ghost, Leo was definitely that most difficult. The hulking brute of a man fought back against the foreign invasion of his body with everything he had. Rory described it like two powerful forces pushing against one another with all their might. For a moment Rory wasn’t totally sure he’d be able to take over. Thankfully being a spirit gave Rory a strong advantage and soon enough Leo’s resolve began to crack.
Before long the hairy meathead fell to his knees and thud. Knuckles on the floor like the gorilla he was. His back arching while he let out another involuntary groan of distress as Rory was finally able to force himself deeper inside that powerful body. Leo’s soul and mind were slowly pushed out of control as Rory forced him into submission. The hirsute hunk’s eyes darted around in a panic as he felt himself losing all free will he had over his own body until eventually not even his eyes obeyed him.
Once the struggle came to an end, Leo’s body collapsed to the floor face down. Still conscious but panting heavily. Once his body had acclimated to the possession however, Leo’s eyes darted open. Only it wasn’t Leo behind those eyes anymore. Looking through those piercing blue irises was none other than Rory. Of course Leo was still in there. Still able to see, hear and feel everything. But now he was in the backseat. A passenger in his own body and nothing more.
He used his rough hands to push himself up off the ground. As he rose, the first thing Rory saw while looking down were those thick meaty pecs. Only now they belonged to him. He wasn’t just admiring them from the outside anymore like a pervert. No. They were his now. An enormous grin spread across Rory’s face and immediately he could feel the way his new beard and mustache curved under the expression. Running his hands through that thick manly facial hair had been intoxicating for him. He probably could’ve admired it for hours had the desire to squeeze and grope all of his new muscle not overwhelmed him soon after.
What Rory described to me next was a scene I would’ve committed murder to have watched with my own two eyes.
He went on to tell me how he’d slowly stripped himself of what little clothing Leo had been wearing at the time of possession. Gradually revealing more and more of the body he’d stolen in all its huge hairy glory. After that he found the first mirror he could and watched in awe as each and every muscle in Leo’s perfect body moved and bulged to his whim. Every moan that escaped his mouth was filtered through Leo’s deep masculine baritone that only served to make Rory hornier by the second. He even went on to describe how he’d had an erection from the second he’d taken control over Rory’s cock. And it was fat. The two of us had been right about him being well endowed as between all the flexing and exploring of his new body, Rory had found it increasingly hard to ignore his new cock. Of course he already knew how big it was after all his spying but actually getting to own it was something else entirely! He’d wanted to save the best for last but he couldn’t help passively stroking it through his underwear.
When he finally whipped that thing out, he described it like a monster cock. The kind you’d only ever see in porn. Yet there it was between his legs, standing tall and proud. After that he didn’t go into too much more detail. All he told me was after he was done exploring every inch of his new body and cock, he needed to take a long shower to get cleaned up. My imagination could already fill in the blanks. Bodily self worship with one hand and blissful masturbation with the other hand. The room filling with the sound of deep manly grunts for over an hour straight until finally he exploded like a volcano all over himself. I had no doubt that new cock of his was a cum fountain.
And that brings us back to the two of us sitting together in my living room. Rory told me he’d spent a good bit of time familiarising himself with Leo’s body and finding out a few extra details that he couldn’t see while observing. And the day after it all went down, he came here to show me good news. So here we were. Me sitting next to this Goliath of a man. Him looking at me with such a kind and gentle expression that made me blush. Now that my loving boyfriend was behind the wheel, it was hard for me to imagine this guy having been such an asshole before. Part of me was glad to have not seen it but at the same time just the thought was weirdly hot. My soft and tender hearted gay boyfriend stealing the body of an arrogant straight guy and forcing him to watch as Rory not only made his body gay as fuck but genuinely made him an infinitely better person.
“Wait so… just to be clear, is he actually still conscious in there? Like can he see and hear everything right now like I could??” I asked. “He’s not like… fading into your subconscious is he?”
“Not as far as I can tell. He’s definitely still wide awake.” Rory confirmed. “He regained consciousness a couple hours after I took control. His mind and soul must’ve been exhausted from fighting against me. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was trying on some of his clothes when I started to hear his voice in my head.
He sounded confused and scared at first but that quickly turned to anger when I explained to him what’d happened. Told him that I’d been watching him as a ghost for the past week. Seeing how much of a scumbag he was to those around him. And so I’d decided that he didn’t deserve his body anymore and that I would turn his life right around.” He continued with a smug look on his face. “I carefully explained to him that I’d been a ghost searching for a new body and that he was the perfect match for me.”
“No fuckin way. You actually said all that to him?” I chuckled. “How did he respond?”
“Not very well.” Rory admitted while scratching the back of his neck. “He started shouting and wailing at me, demanding I get the fuck out of his body and whatever. He very quickly jumped to insults which I won’t repeat. All I’ll say is that they were distasteful to say the least.” He leaned back onto the couch, allowing his muscular back to sink into the seat. “Honestly though his threats were kinda funny after the fact. I mean it’s not like he can do anything. He’s trapped. Locked up. Powerless. He thought he could intimidate me into leaving his body but honestly it just solidified my decision to keep it…” Rory began to trail off as he looked down at himself and pulled open the front of his tank top slightly just so he could gently brush a hand through his new chest hair. “Yeahhhhhh… You hear that asshole?! All mine...” Rory said to himself out loud while giving one of his pecs a squeeze. Anyone else would think he was a little crazy.
I couldn’t help but sit and watch as my boyfriend groped himself. A huge part of me wanted to join in and start touching his body but I was too nervous to reach out. Instead I just undressed him with my eyes. My gaze narrowed specifically on his crotch. I couldn’t help it when his bulge looked so enticing. Every neuron in my brain was telling me to press my lips against it but I was quickly snapped out of my haze when Rory spoke up again.
“Oh fuck and when I told him about you and me? God you should’ve heard him. It was just homophobic slur after slur. Shouting about how he’d never let me put his cock near another dude. Practically calling himself the straightest man on the planet and that his dick would never prick up for another man. So after that I had no choice but to torture him by watching some gay porn that his ‘straight’ dick got hard as a steel rod for.” Rory explained while enacting a crude jerk off motion over his bulging crotch. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard a more furious man in my life. Fuck I can still hear him now. Shouting at me like a lunatic.”
“Really? Has it been non stop since he woke up?”
“Preeeetyyyy much…” Rory sighed, rubbing his temples.
“Doesn’t that get… really fucking annoying?” I asked genuinely.
Rory rolled his head slightly before locking eyes with me again. “A bit yeah but I’m gradually learning to tune him out. I just have to envision turning down the volume on him. Like twisting a radio dial. Other than that I'm also learning how to probe through his mind and access his memories. I’ve already picked up a lot of his physical habits but I’ll need more than that if I wanna convince people that I’m the real Leo Barlett.”
I was surprised. I didn’t think that was something he’d be able to do. “Wow. You mean you can just look into his mind. Just like that? How did you even figure that out?”
“Well I can’t help but notice some of his memories and experiences slowly seeping through the cracks anyway. So I think if I just force those cracks wide enough I’ll probably be able to gain full access to everything he knows. But honestly… I’m not too worried about that right now.” He said with a sly grin. “Because right now all I wanna do is torture that son of a bitch to the max while enjoying the fuck out this sexy fucking body! And I wanna show you just how much I love you in the process.” Even though I knew he was trying to be sweet at the end there, it was quickly overshadowed by the blinding amount of lust shining through his eyes right now. Not that I minded. “But first… how’s about you show daddy how much you appreciate his new body first.”
And that was all the green light I needed. In seconds I was on him, jumping into his lap and worshipping every inch of his body. Kissing and licking his bulky biceps. Pressing my lips against his and savouring the feeling of his beard. Grinding my ass against his bulge and feeling it grow beneath me. Digging my nose into his armpits and huffing on his powerful scent. I could tell he was loving every second of it just as much as I was. Before long we tugged off each other’s tops and threw them across the room, finally allowing me to gaze upon those massive furry pecs in all their glory.
My hands flew towards those hairy mounds of muscle, massaging them and tweaking Rory’s nipples in a way that had him biting his lip. I felt like I was on auto pilot. Groping at his chest like some horny animal. But I couldn’t stop there. Before either of us knew it, I had my lips wrapped firmly around one of his nipples, sucking and teasing it as best I could. Nibbling on it in a way that enticed a moan to slip out of his mouth. I swapped between nipples constantly until my face finally settled between his pecs once again. Using my hands on either side to push the pliable muscle further around my head until my face was as buried as could. I was in heaven. Plain and simple.
“Goooood boy.” He grunted in my ear. “But I think it’s about time you showed daddy what that mouth of yours can really do.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was down between his legs in a flash and tugging down those sweatpants. My jaw dropped at the sight of his dick straining heavily against his underwear. With a few good tugs they came down as well and that monster finally sprung forwards, free of its fabric prison and clearly aching for attention. The way it pulsed had me entranced for a moment until the feeling of Rory’s huge hand in the back of my head brought me back to reality.
The room filled with an orchestra of manly moans coming straight from Rory the second I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock. Even after how Rory had described it to me, I don’t think anything could’ve truly prepared me for how large it would be. Fatter than any cock I’d seen in real life that was for sure. It’s length was impressive to say the least but where it really shined was its girth. It was so damn thick that I struggled to get my lips around it at first! I was a guy who prided myself on my excellent cock sucking skills but I felt like I was out of my depth with this one. My throat was gonna need a lot more training before I was able to take all of that at once. For now though Rory seemed more than satisfied with me getting my lips just over halfway down his new shaft and taking care of the rest with my hand.
“He’s shouting about wanting to bash your skull in right now.” Rory told me as I came up for air. “So I’ll give him a compromise and fuck your skull instead.” He smirked before grabbing my hair and forcing me back down on his dick. Making me take as much of it as I possibly could before letting me back up only for air for a few seconds before pushing me back down again and again. I gagged and I gurgled. I spluttered and almost choked a little at one point when Rory got too excited. But I was too horny to give up.
When he finally let me pull away from his cock, I knew what was next. He picked me up and flipped me over before grabbing the back of my pants. I yelped a little as he ripped them open like a beast. A shiver flowed up my spine and before I knew it I could feel his beard pressing in between my exposed cheeks. Eating out my hole and preparing it for what was to come. I was a little nervous honestly. With a dick like that I was afraid he might split me in half. Yet despite that I couldn’t help craving it all the same.
“Well, would you look at that big guy?” Rory said, seemingly speaking to Leo again as he teased my hole with the tip of his cock. “You said your dick would never in a million years get anywhere close to another man’s ass. And yet…” With hardly any warning at all he thrust the tip of his cock inside me. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out what sounded more like a shriek than a moan. It felt as though I’d just been speared up the asshole. Well I guess I kinda had been.
What followed was a symphony of lewd wet slapping sounds mixed with constant groans from both me and Rory as he slowly pushed his dick deeper with every thrust. Between his moans, Rory would grunt about how good my tight hole felt as it squeezed around his enormous member. I on the other hand was gritting my teeth through the pain of being stretched out by a dick as colossal as his. I would’ve tapped out but the undercurrent of pleasure made the pain worth it. Feeling myself getting stuffed to the brim by that giant rod was… beyond anything. Once I’d adjusted to this, I wasn’t sure any other dick would be able to satisfy me in the same way again. Especially as the swing of his hips began to speed up causing him to plunge into me faster and harder. If he got any rougher with me I feared I was gonna meet god.
Thankfully I remained very much attached to this world as Rory flipped us into position after position. Drilling my hole into oblivion while the real Leo was forced to watch no doubt. Until finally he was getting close. I could tell by how he’d been slowing down again to delay his orgasm but he wasn’t gonna hold on for much longer. Those huge balls that’d been smacking against me for the last however long were ready to blow, I could feel it.
And blow they did. Rory let out a long passionate roar as his cock started to spasm inside me. Half a second later I felt the flood gates open. Cum began pouring out of his dick at a rate that had my eyes widening with shock. Every spurt of cum his cock launched was bigger than one of my entire loads. They were like small tidal waves which soon began overfilling my hole to the point where cum began to seep out of my ass before Rory even had a chance to pull out. And when he finally did with a wet *shloop* his cum streamed down one of my legs in a white river of man seed.
Moments after I felt those strong arms wrapping around me again. One gently slipping down towards my cock that was hard as fuck and dripping with precum.
“You did really well for dad.” He whispered softly in my ear. “So well in fact that I think you deserve a reward.” My ears pricked up at that. My initial assumption being that he was gonna finish my off with a sloppy blowjob and let me cum all over that perfect face. But what he suggest was even better. “You must be sore after all that. How would you like to get some revenge by popping daddy’s cherry and fucking this straight hairy virgin ass?”
I looked over my shoulder at him, my gaze filled with nothing but pure lust and desire. “I’d love that more than anything.” I said wholeheartedly. Rory gave me that devilish smirk I recognised oh so well. He shifted his weight off my body, allowing me to stand up so I could jerk my cock a little to the sight of him. “Now get on all fours like the dumb muscle ape you are and show me that ass!” I demanded, doing my best to turn on my dominant side despite how submissive I’d felt moments ago.
Rory didn’t say a word. Only smiling as he did exactly what I asked. Getting on all fours and arching his back before waving that fat hairy bubble butt at me. And it was gorgeous. A sight so beautiful that I couldn’t stop my greedy mouth from diving between those huge globes he called an ass. Eating him out and swirling my tongue around his tight entrance. Eventually being able to coax it open just enough to slip a finger inside. Hearing him groan like a beast in heat at just one finger was definitely competing for the hottest thing I’d witnessed in my entire life. Especially knowing that homophobic prick Leo was probably freaking the fuck out inside Rory’s head.
It took some time but once I was sure his hole was prepped enough, I stood back up. Aligning my own average dick with his entrance. I thought about going slow and pushing in gently. But this was supposed to be revenge right? He certainly wasn’t gentle when he stuffed that monster dick inside me. So…
“AAUUOHHHHHHRRHHHHHUUU-FUUUUUUUCKKKK!!” Rory roared in pain as I stuffed his hole all the way down to the hilt of my dick. Sure his might’ve been bigger when he fucked me but I was willing to bet this was still more intense for him considering his new ass had never been fucked before. I’d been stretched further than ever before but he was being stretched for the very first time and the pained look on his face made it blindingly obvious. “Ohhhhhhh godddddddd… that’s right Leo… you’re such a fucking faggot now. Taking cock up the fucking ass like a slut.” Rory muttered to himself. “Don’t fight it… you’re gonna love it just as much as me.” With that he looked back at me with a laboured expression. “Fuck me.”
And I fucking did.
The moment he gave me the all clear, I was on him like a bull. Slamming my cock frantically back and forth into his hole. Fucking his tight hairy ass in a feverish frenzy of lust and ecstasy. The hairy flesh of his ass jiggled with every thrust and in turn caused a smacking sound that filled the room. It was even louder than when he was fucking me thanks to the sheer volume of his bubbly ass. All the while he moaned like a complete bitch as he balled his fists up tight and squeezed his eyes shut. But not for one second did he tell me to stop. Using every ounce of his strength to allow himself to be plowed by me. So I made sure not to disappoint and fucked him like it was our last day on Earth.
Unfortunately I couldn’t keep going for as long due to how horny I already was after my own fucking but perhaps that was for the best with how new his body was to this. Already I could feel my cum building. Swelling up inside until finally I couldn’t hold it. Before long I was splattering Rory’s insides with my seed. It was probably the biggest load I’ve ever blown yet it was still nowhere near the amount of cum Rory had unloaded inside me.
By the time I finally pulled out, Rory looked as though he was about to collapse from relief, exhaustion and satisfaction all at the same time. His giant manhood was leaking even more cum all over the carpet beneath him while he panted. That sight would be burned into my brain forever. Rory inside his brand new body, down on his hands and knees with an ass full of my cum.
“So. What did Leo think of that?” I asked cheekily.
Rory looked at me and laughed. “He won’t admit it… but I think he liked getting fucked in the ass if you ask me.” He claimed as he slowly pushed himself up off the floor and onto his feet again. “He’s shouting all sorts of slurs again but while you were fucking me I could hear him moaning too. He feels everything I feel. And I loved that. So as much as he wants to deny it, I know he did too. He’ll learn that eventually.” He then leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “So. How’s about the two of us get cleaned up and we can figure out where to go from here?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
———
So here we sat. A month later in a little coffee shop near my house. Rory sipped so innocently on his iced latte as we enjoyed the moment together. We’d had plenty of time to get used to our new situation. He’d almost fully adjusted to his new hulking body and I’d just about been able to wrap my head around the idea of him being a totally different man on the outside. I like to think the near constant and never ending sex we’ve been having has helped with that. His formerly straight asshole has done well to adjust. On the other hand I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that massive dick of his. I’m the one getting fucked more often than not and I’m still shocked whenever he shoves it inside. But I still love every second of it nonetheless.
That said however, there’s been a few complications with our new and unique situation that we’re still trying to sort out. First of all being our living situation. Naturally Rory now had Leo’s old apartment to think about and deal with. Secondly we had no idea when we were gonna tell our families. After all, to everyone else, Rory died months ago. I’m the only one who knows that he never moved on. He didn’t even reveal his identity to my dad while he was possessing him a while back. So if anyone saw us together now, they’d think I jumped onto another man’s dick before the dust had even settled.
We talked about it a lot. Mainly about whether we were gonna tell everyone the truth or not. The alternative would be to keep it a secret and have Rory take over Leo’s identity completely. It was a difficult one but we’d figure it out eventually. On top of that we also had to deal with Leo’s old life potentially coming back to haunt us. All those girls he lied to and hooked up with. All those sexist homophobic pigs Leo called friends. Along with whatever else Leo had done that could bite us in the ass. We had a lot on our plate. We’ve already started by telling all the girlfriends the truth and that went… as well as one could expect. But we agreed it was the only right thing to do.
Meanwhile Rory has been trying to keep a low profile at Leo’s construction job and not get involved with Leo’s old friends too much. He’d originally thought of looking for a new job altogether. Perhaps one similar to the job he used to have. After some consideration though, he decided he might try and find another constructive company to work with instead. After all, he has all of Leo’s memories now. That included all the ins and outs of being a construction worker. He admitted that he actually kinda liked it. All that physical labour was quite rewarding apparently. Might as well keep at it since he’s got the body for it.
Speaking of his body, he’s been hitting the gym like crazy. Yet another thing he’s picked up from Leo. He was making damn sure his body stayed in perfect shape. He’s even been getting me to come with him in the hopes of putting on a little muscle extra myself. Not that I minded. Getting to see him all worked up and sweaty after a tough session at the gym had quickly become a highlight of my day.
All that said, I love how things have turned out for us. This new chapter might’ve begun with tragedy but it’s continued with us developing a connection even deeper than before. Or maybe I’m just thinking about his new cock penetrating me deeper than ever. Either way I know that in the long run, we are gonna live the long and happy life together that we always planned. Just the two of us.
Well… the two of us plus Leo who was still trapped inside his own mind. Though Rory seems to think he’s been getting quieter as of late. Not complaining and ranting all the time like he used to. Maybe Leo was just finally starting to accept that Rory’s new body didn’t belong to him anymore. Or perhaps his consciousness was slowly starting to fade after all. Melting into the depths of Rory’s soul, never to return. It was impossible to say at this point but I’m sure we’ll find out in time.
For now I’m just going to enjoy this moment with him in the coffee shop and every moment to come for the rest of our lives.
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Sweet Revenge
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Gavin was the perfect guy: Nice, an amazing athlete, always empathetic, with a perfect smile, dreamy hair, and a voice like velvet against your skin, and his scent...
His only flaw was his damn sister, Raquel. She was the typical queen bee of the university, mean, ironic, and sarcastic to the point of wounding with the slightest glance – the very image of arrogance in all its splendor.
That's what Nick hated about her, and dude, he have plenty of reasons to hate her; ever since they'd both started university, it seemed like she had no other purpose in life than to make the poor guy's life unbearable, making fun of his clothes, his appearance, even going so far as to call him "Fatty Nico". If they were ever on the same team for a class, he was guaranteed to end up doing all the work while Raquel just stared at her hair in the mirror and checked her perfect nails.
But everything worsened when "someone" leaked some of his very very… personal photos, scattered all over the university campus like hot pamphlets, fresh from a hellish oven. Nick's reputation plummeted deeper than the Mariana Trench. He was resentful, and unlike any other victim of her bullying, he had the perfect way to strike back in the most brutal way possible.
In a very... familiar way.
Nick was part of a lineage of dormant sorcerers and witches; generally, magic was always something sacred, without banal uses, much less malevolent ones like revenge, but he was fed up and utterly exhausted. Why did he have to keep putting up with an insecure bitch whose only pleasure could be derived from making others feel bad?
— Dolor in possessionem mutetur, et possessio mutetur in sanguinem eius quem maxime odi… – he murmured softly, seated around a pentagram, scattering grains of salt around him, his gaze fixed on a specific photograph in the center. The area was surrounded by candles, with a dark and tense atmosphere that made the quartz crystals, amethysts, and other delicate herbs almost crackle as he continued incantating. He took a piece of branch to wrap around a ball of red yarn, then took the photograph to wrap it as well, closing his eyes. Murmuring and continuing the wrapping with each incantation, he continued – Frater eius ultionis meae scopus sit... Conscientia mea in corpore eius habitat... Per eum desiderium meum impleatur!
A distant thunder sounded. Nick's body twisted backward, his face contorting as his eyes turned white. He mumbled a few things, as if still speaking Latin. His fingers tensed, and his mouth opened, unleashing a torrent of energy that shot through the ceiling, leaving his body on the floor, completely extinguished. The candles around him gradually went out until total darkness remained.
— Ugh… – Gavin groaned, shaking his head as he tried to concentrate on lifting one more rep of a weight. His whole body felt sweaty and sticky; his tank top was soaked in the armpit area. And although it seemed disgusting, he had no other choice. In reality… He had always been very sweaty. No matter how much deodorant and antiperspirant he used, he always ended up drenched in that foul stench. That was why he always tried to train at night when the university gym was empty. During exercise practices, he always brought an extra change of clothes because the first one was already smellier than any cheese with vinegar. The guy tried to lift another weight when he noticed the ceiling lights flicker for a while before returning to normal. He just sighed, refocusing on his routine, so much so that he didn't notice something spying on him – Just three more – he muttered with a grunt, pushing his body to the limit. His bicep bulged, his jaw clenched – Three... Two...
— One.
Just as he was about to pause to inhale on the last repetition, an invisible force forced its way into his mouth. The poor guy, completely unprepared, dropped the weight and was forced to swallow the invader. He collapsed to the floor without any resistance, beginning to writhe.
— UGHHHH! – he groaned with even more desperation. His entire body was writhing, plagued by spasms and uncontrollable movements. His eyes rolled back as if in a trance. He opened his mouth to spit out a little saliva along with his tongue. His pecs hardened against the fabric of his t-shirt, producing even more sweat from the uncontrollable effort coursing through his nervous system. He felt himself losing more and more control of his body. He couldn't feel his feet, his hands, anything in his torso. It was as if, little by little, he was fading away until nothing remained of him. He groaned in despair, feeling a final jolt of electricity before collapsing to the ground, his chest heaving, his pulse racing, erratic and uncontrollable.
Little by little, he calmed down until he opened his eyes, a reddish gleam blending with his irises before fading. He blinked a few times, bringing a hand to his head.
— Mfh… Maybe I should have waited for a calmer place – he murmured, his voice unfamiliar to him. It was higher-pitched, less athletic and imposing than usual. He looked down at himself, initially calm and even indifferent, before a mocking smile spread across his face, followed by a chuckle – No way – he whispered – Woah…
His hands went to his chest, raising and lowering it in disbelief. A huge grin was etched on his face. He raised his arms and began flexing them forcefully, fascinated by the way his biceps bulged, how the flesh came together to form a perfect mound of muscle he desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. He licked his lips, trying not to calm down, his areolas prickling and pressing like rocks against his sleeveless shirt.
— Damn, it feels so good to be you! – he let out another erratic laugh, lifting and lowering his legs on the tatami mat, his composure completely gone – Fuck, seriously, sorry Gavin, but hey… I've got a great body now, don't you think?
He stood up and began pacing the empty gym until he found a mirror in front of him. He raised his arms again, launching into a parade of bodybuilder and almost superhero poses, a mix of ridiculousness and fascination. How his muscles looked, how tight his sweatpants felt, his biceps and those well-defined shoulders, and…
— Shit, I have abs! – he exclaimed happily as he lifted his shirt to reveal his sculpted abdomen. He licked his lips like a madman. The outline in his pants was gigantic, like the trunk of an ancient tree. His skin was tanned, glistening, so tempting… “Gavin” couldn’t resist lifting his shirt again and pressing it completely to his nose, inhaling as if it were the last oxygen in the universe. He kept sniffing until his nostrils were clogged with that fetid, testosterone-laden, rancid, and slightly acidic aroma, which only left him more dazed than if he had seen the gods themselves.
— This is so fucking delicious, haha. Why haven't I done something like this before?! I could have saved myself so many shitty deals – the guest pressed himself against the mirror, rubbing against the cold reflection that only chilled his skin, causing him to gasp. The mirror's surface was completely battered and slightly fogged by the heat. His gaze focused on the new one that belonged to him, smiling.
— Well, big guy, thanks for the ride. I didn't mean to involve you, but… I think you have a sister who's a real bitch. Don't you think?
And the key Nick needed to carry out his entire plan against Raquel was Gavin. Why? It was simple. Raquel's success and reign of terror were based on being untouchable, not because she was the prettiest or the most beautiful, but because she was his sister. Everyone gave her a second chance, hoping she'd be as pleasant as her older brother at the end of the day. The professors didn't dare not raise her grade for fear of "facing" Gavin's charm, which would make them back down the moment he walked through the door. She had no power of her own; everything was at her good brother's expense.
— I'm sorry for what's going to happen – he murmured – But if it's any consolation, I assure you, you won't remember a single thing about this.
Gavin was always known for his calm, gentle, self-controlled, and diplomatic personality – the most outstanding figure at the university, the perfect face of the institution that boasted of its values of respect, humility, empathy, and…
— Who wants to see my abs?! – The new Gavin stood in the middle of the cafeteria, perched on the central table, wearing nothing but tight, shiny, almost spandex-like workout clothes. He had on dirty, worn-out shoes that smelled like rancid cheese.
Everyone in the room stared at him in disbelief, some surprised, others scandalized, and even horrified. Gavin wouldn't dare do that even if he were completely insane, but with the advice of his new "best friend" Nick, he was definitely going to let loose.
He brought his hands to his pecs and squeezed them together, flexing again and starting to sway his hips like an exotic dancer. His hand slid slowly up his thigh before he stood up again and slapped his own buttocks, letting out a gasp. He stuck out his tongue, then knelt down and began crawling around the table as if he were putting on a show for his fans. Some had already pulled out their phones and weren't bothering to turn off the flash. He felt like a pop star in the middle of a leak, and ironically, he wasn't bothered in the slightest.
Well, Nick wasn't bothered. For the first time, he felt so seen, and especially, under his own control. No more embarrassing photos on the web, much less making humiliating piles of papers in the hallways. If he stuck out his tongue, if he raised his armpit, or took off those disgusting shoes, he was sure the result would be masterful.
The athlete stood up again only to begin unbuttoning his bodysuit and slowly pulling it down. The scent hit everyone as soon as his skin was exposed, that earthy, musky aroma of a real man. The audience was mesmerized.
— What the hell is this?!
Principal Abrahams had to intervene to stop the scene, practically dragging Gavin to his office. The whole way there, Gavin kept smiling at the people staring at him, licking his lips, running his tongue over his perfect teeth, or flexing his biceps like male birds displaying their plumage to impress females. But in this case, let's just say Gavin was paying a little too much attention to other athletes, nerds, or lone wolves who were staring at him for a bit too long.
— Can you explain what just happened? Have you lost your mind?! You're the face of the school, how are you going to avoid getting expelled?!
— Actually, Principal… I think I have the perfect solution, so you, you know, can… – he murmured, kneeling against the principal’s face, sliding under his desk to force him to open his legs, running his hand along his thighs and lightly digging his fingers in – Forgive me.
The sound of the zipper being lowered, the nearly fifty-year-old man was completely stunned, frozen in place, the guy’s agile, athletic hands moving to slide the principal’s tool down and begin to take care of his “urgent needs and annoyances”.
From that moment on, that was “Gavin’s” way of solving any problem. Bad grade? He’d wait for his critical thinking teacher in his office with his legs open after a tiring game. Coach complaining about his performance? He could pay him a visit in his car and kiss him desperately like wild animals in heat. Some nerd who didn’t want him on his team because he never worked? Maybe a good sniff of his smelly armpits could change his mind.
Rumors, photos, videos, and stories passed from ear to ear spread through the university hallways like wildfire, and while Gavin's newfound "reputation" soared to the heights of outer space, Raquel's reputation plummeted to a much lower level. Whispers behind her back, laughter – all the power she had amassed in the shadow of her perfect, athletic brother had completely evaporated.
— Yeah, I've heard what you've said about my sister, but hey, I'm a good brother, and I actually get along really well with her. She's an angel. Don't be mean to her. We get along so well we even share clothes!
Nick had gotten Gavin to open an OnlyFans channel and other social media accounts that weren't exactly focused on glorifying his athletic achievements. He was wearing a thin-strapped top, some damn tight pants that looked more like leggings, and a totally "uninhibited" attitude in front of the camera, flexing his muscles as his hungry audience demanded, eager for more, more skin, more humiliation, more of everything.
A part of Nick truly felt terrible for having such a gorgeous guy like Gavin in trouble which it wasn’t his. He knew he could have possessed Raquel's body instead and given her the lesson she deserved, but a part of him also knew his fun wouldn't have been the same. He wouldn't have had those defined pecs, the strength in his hands, his thick, muscular thighs, his biceps, or his damn smelly armpits… But more importantly, the satisfaction.
— What the hell is wrong with you, Gav?! Are you a fag or wha-?!
— It's called being gay, Raquel. We're not in the 18th century, and if I am, what's it to you? It's my life, isn't it?
— You're ruining my reputation! You can't keep doing that!
— Oh, really? Just because you say so? Sure, don't worry, little sister, I'll stop just because you say so – he smiled as cynically as he could, making sure to puff out his pecs and slap his own thighs hard, the result of years of nonstop training – Although it'll be a shame not to let so many guys dominate me in so many ways the way they want, it turns out you were a bitch to almost the entire university and for some reason, they want to take it out on your brother. Don't you think it's ironic?
The revenge continued and continued, rising like the ocean waves. More revealing clothes, dirty socks soaked with sweat; there were days when he didn't even bother putting on a t-shirt or shirt, it was better to go au naturel in this heat. Heh.
The clothes that only came out of his closet for working out now plagued his daily life, and his more reserved and calm personality had been buried by constant flirting and an excessive desire for other guys to see him. And god… He certainly had no shortage of spectators in the locker room.
The reputations of both siblings were buried seven meters underground. Even though Nick abandoned Gavin's body, it was obvious the damage was done. And despite the possession having served its purpose, Raquel had become almost an outcast, the laughingstock of everyone else. She still tried to maintain that same abusive and domineering personality, only it no longer worked whenever she tried to hide behind her "brother". If she did, she only got double entendres, provocations, and laughter on her poor face, but even so, Nick wanted more.
— Woah! Shit! That was intense – he said with a chuckle, wearing nothing but swim trunks, barefoot, shirtless, and drenched in that characteristic sour sweat. His hair was disheveled, he wore sunglasses, his tongue was sticking out, and he was dancing in the middle of a beach surrounded by people.
Gavin had an important trip with the rest of the sports team; it was the finals, the one that would put the university on a pedestal in front of other faculties. The game would be held on one of the most beautiful beaches in the country. Nick was ready to compete. He could be acting without any inhibitions, but since he'd been spending more and more time in Gavin's body, some of his tastes had also assimilated into Gavin's: sports, exercise, some video games. Luckily, he hadn't developed an attraction to women; that would have been weird, lol.
But until the game, he could have as much fun as he wanted: drink after drink, a passionate kiss with a stranger, acting more easy than even at home. What if his pictures ended up all over the internet? So be it!
Nick was intoxicated with power, and not exactly with revenge. He loved everything! The attention, those defined abs, his amazing physique, the strength of an athlete without ever having lifted a finger to get it, that incredible body – guys saw him, noticed him, and socializing and flirting were effortless! Gavin's original life could go to hell!
He'd found out that Raquel had dropped out of university. Apparently, the joke's only funny until you're the butt of it. Nick could practically go back to his old life without any problems or consequences… But he didn't want to. He wanted to enjoy being Gavin, being an attractive athlete, without many restrictions, insecurities, or limits. He could stuff himself with food and drink, one after another.
The guy had the stamina and metabolism of a demigod! He could eat almost ten hamburgers one after the other and not gain a single pound of fat; on the contrary, it transformed into muscle!
And his fans? He was watched by tons of pervs every day, making a ton of money – more than he'd ever imagined! Selling photos, some smelly clothes, he'd even thought about taking things further. Wouldn't people fight over a single date with him? Of course they would, damn it! He was like a diamond in a room full of thieves, all eager to sink their claws into him and claim the grand prize.
No more laughter, no more degrading comments about his body. Maybe he was taking someone else's life, but screw morals and ethics, that's what he wanted.
— Mmmhw… – The poor Nick groaned, a terrible headache throbbing as he woke up in his hotel room. He was drenched in sweat, shirtless, just tangled in the sheets. He felt sticky, and not from his own sweat. He smelled… funny.
Fuck, fuck, the match! The former loser tried to get up as best he could, only to let out a sigh and lie back down on the bed. What did the match matter? He could give the judges and the referee a "hand job" or even use his mouth, so his team would win; that was the least of his concerns.
He should go back to enjoying the beach; the sand and water felt delicious here, and with that body… He wouldn't have any trouble finding company.
Ah, damn, how he loved his new body.
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Holiday Stowaway
— Do you want to adjust your swimsuit?
— I'm already bored! Why don't we go to the hotel instead? – My "boyfriend" rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, twisting his mouth uncomfortably – I want to play something on my phone or something. We can go to the bar!
— I didn't tell you to come in the first place.
— I thought it would be more fun, Jay!
The truth is... that wasn't my boyfriend. It was my cousin, Simon. He had just started college, was slim, somewhat short, and had trouble socializing. It wasn't like he was exactly rolling in dough at the moment, always eyeing what he wanted and wanting it from someone else.
And unfortunately, it turned out that his focus this time was on my boyfriend, John.
We had both saved enough money to go to the beach for almost two weeks, without worrying about work, overspending, or anything other than getting a tan, enjoying each other's company, and swimming. Or at least that was the plan until a stowaway sneaked inside.
— I told you. If you want this to be over, just get out.
— Ha. And miss out on this? No way!
— Then shut up and stick to the itinerary we both planned.
"John" rolled his eyes, still fiddling with his swimsuit. I knew perfectly well that he wanted to get his hands on what was underneath, and I wasn't about to let him.
This was supposed to be a perfect vacation. Shit!
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I would like to book one of your "all inclusive" packages. I have no real preference, but I'd like to go somewhere warm. I was thinking Puerto Rico or Mexico? The only stipulation for swaps is I want huge pecs, and to be young and dumb.
Is there anyone out there who would want to swap with an almost 40 year old, white guy from Canada?
CORPUS, Inc (All Inclusive) - Summer Skin
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CORPUS, Inc (All Inclusive) - Summer Skin
You'd been longing for a trip somewhere warm and sunny, where the heat could be scorching but an ice-cold drink or even just water could soothe the feeling. You thought about booking a trip; it was easy enough – just choose the destination, check out the hotels, and decide what to pack. But when it came time to pay, that was the real problem.
The destinations you wanted to visit were several countries away, which increased the cost. Plus, the currency conversion for the bucks created a total cost that far exceeded your entire year's salary. But you still wanted to go on vacation, so what was the solution?
CORPUS, Inc.
You knew that body possession and swapping plans were somewhat more affordable than international flights and accommodation, possession itself was much more expensive, requiring more facilities, staff, and a whole host of other things you weren't keen to read about at that moment. In contrast, the body swap program was much simpler.
You only needed to upload a photo of yourself, fill out an extensive form about your characteristics, medical conditions, allergies, memories, and more and more paperwork. Oh, and that wasn't all; you were placed on a huge waiting list that depended on whether any tourist wanted to swap places with you and explore Canada in your body. You had submitted the application months ago, without receiving a single response. Days and days of endless work at your office made hope seem ever more distant. Perhaps you should… take out a loan or max out your credit card with a good installment plan with interest, or…
« Dear customer, we are pleased to inform you that your application for our Travel Exchange program has been approved. Please visit your nearest CORPUS, Inc. office. Please be prepared to travel that same day.
If you have any further questions, please contact us.
Thank you for your preference, and have a wonderful vacation. »
— Everything at your job is sorted out, right? – A representative said while typing a few things, you’d been told they needed to gather some extra information before moving you to the “launch” area. You’d seen the way here; it was pretty… simple. It was just a sofa, a VR-type headset, and that was it. Was that supposed to send your consciousness to your destination? You still had no idea where you were going. When you filled out the application, you’d marked two specific places to travel to, but the email never mentioned which one it was.
— Uh… Yes. I’m taking a vacation. It’s the same amount of time I’ll be away, so I’ll give my “guest” a free rein to do some sightseeing too.
— I’m glad to hear that – she murmured, pressing other keys without paying much attention – You’ve already read our terms and conditions policy, right?
— Sure, I checked it.
You lied under your breath; it was a huge list, almost seven pages long. You tried to paraphrase it as best you could, finding snippets like "no permanent modifications could be made to the destination body", some restrictions, other specifications, and more blah blah blah that you didn't have time to read. There couldn't be that many dangers in going on vacation in someone else's body, could there?
— Perfect, it appears here that your scans and other analyses are fine, so, come with me – She stood up and walked with a stiletto heel through the facilities, which were similar to glass cubicles, each with a travel representative inside, attending to other clients. She guided you through the corridors until you reached a black room. It had a wooden floor, some trim of the same material, but more importantly, there was a leather sofa in the center, the viewer, and a computer next to it. She gestured for you to take a seat.
— Um… You'll just put the visor on me and that's it?
— Yes, it's a pretty simple process, you don't have to worry about anything, it'll be like a blink, although it might make you dizzy – She leaned closer to adjust the helmet a bit, lowering a turquoise visor that rested against your eyes. It was somewhat opaque, and you could only see the rest of the room out of the corner of your eye through a slit underneath – I'll explain the procedure. It's important that at the end of your stay, you return to the CORPUS, Inc. facilities, where you'll be in a few moments, understood? Unlike our possession service, body swaps are very precise in terms of timing. One minute more and the company won't be responsible for any permanent changes that may occur. Agreed?
— I… Yes, was all of that in the contract?
— Of course, the same one I asked you if you'd read in its entirety – You pressed your lips together, only nodding.
— Can I ask about the person who will be in my body?
— We're not allowed to discuss other clients' profiles, but technically you'll be in their shoes, so – You heard her typing something. There was a moment of silence before she started pacing the room again – The system shows you're a guy around 25 years old, good build, and it seems his IQ is a bit low.
— Excuse me?
A mechanical beep sounded. You only heard her footsteps quicken and the sound of her typing.
— Well, it seems it's time for the switch. We remind you that CORPUS, Inc. is not responsible for any changes to your psyche, intelligence, or any other mental aspect. Have a good trip.
You were about to protest and remove the headset when your eyes rolled back, turning white as if in a trance. An electric current surged through your body like thunder, spasming and throwing you uncontrollably against the chair. The cables connected to the headset from the console began to flicker as if something were passing through them toward the server.
— Ugh… Qué mierda es… Ugh… – you murmured, your head throbbing like a bottle had been smashed against it. Where were you? Why were you lying down? You opened your eyes as best you could; everything was blurry. You grabbed the sides of what seemed to be a mattress and slowly sat up, adjusting yourself until the world stopped spinning. When your gaze finally focused on a single spot in front of you, you saw a room. It was very different from the one you'd been in at CORPUS, Inc. a few moments ago. In fact, it didn't look like an office at all; it was more like a bedroom.
You sat up, confused, falling flat on your face, tangled in one of the blankets. You let out an annoyed gasp, pressed your palms against the wooden floor, and, oh shit. Were those your hands? You smiled slightly at the sight of much younger hands, with a somewhat mixed skin tone. The fingers looked firm, athletic. You clenched your fist just to feel the strength, letting out a delighted little laugh.
Once you were standing, you looked around, right where there was a mirror. You approached it slowly to find your new reflection. It had golden-brown hair, a light beard, and a slender build – not overly muscular, but not scrawny either. A simple white towel was wrapped around its waist. You smiled somewhat unnaturally as your hands tingled.
— No inventes… – you murmured, your eyes widening at the sound of your new voice, and even more importantly... You weren't speaking English; it wasn't a Germanic language anymore, but a Romance language. You brought your hands to your neck and began to caress it with fascination, noticing how soft and supple your skin felt. It wasn't as if almost forty years had made you old, but the improvement was certainly remarkable, with those strong legs, ha! The biceps, the absence of excess fat, the weariness from an exhausting work life – in fact, now that you noticed it…
The room itself was elegant, almost luxurious. What did this guy do for a living? You looked around more and then noticed a sealed envelope on the bed with the logo of CORPUS, Inc. You opened it; it was a letter.
« Estimado cliente. Le agradecemos usar nuestros servicios de CORPUS, Inc con división en México, a continuación, le presentaremos los datos que debe de conocer sobre su nuevo cuerpo; esperamos que disfrute de su estancia con nosotros. También le hacemos gran hincapié sobre las políticas de “entrega”, recuerde que debe de volver a la base de operaciones de CORPUS, Inc en la hora y día acordados para que pueda volver a su cuerpo.
De no hacer caso a estás indicaciones, la empresa no se hace cargo por cambios permanentes en la psique ni identidades de los involucrados. Gracias por su atención.
PD. Lo llevamos a un lugar más privado y hogareño para que pueda descubrir su nuevo cuerpo, que lo goce, buen viaje. »
You continued reading the rest of the information in the letter. It turned out you were in the body of Gabriel, or better known as "Gabo".
He was 25 years old, the son of a prominent Mexican businessman. They resided in… the state of Puerto Vallarta… Jalisco? You felt a little strange with the terminology of another language and states, and at the same time, it felt so familiar on your own. Apparently, his academic performance was never noteworthy, and if he had a job now, it was thanks to his father, a true son of nepotism in every sense of the word. But if he was a daddy's guy, that meant that…
— Damn, this feels so good – You chuckled, licking your new pearly white teeth, trying on one of the many designer outfits in the closet. The guy had hundreds of clothes: t-shirts, shirts, shorts, bermudas, designer shoes, sneakers, socks, boxers with an almost silky texture. Woah! Why would a guy like this rent out his body? He has the perfect life! Nothing was stopping you from going to the bank, taking all his money, and putting it straight into your account, right? (Or well, you weren't so sure about that. If you had read the terms and conditions…)
You continued trying on clothes one after another until you left complete chaos on the floor, giant mountains of clothes that… Someone would have to pick up, right?
You gave a mocking smile, which you didn't quite understand where it came from.
You weren't usually like this; you were calmer, more… No mames! As soon as you opened a drawer at the bottom of the closet, you found countless swimsuits, some long like shorts, others shorter, and some that looked almost like a thong. You picked them up, fascinated by the texture and vibrant colors. Something inside you took over, pressing the fabric to your nose and taking a deep drag. You smelled the scent of expensive detergent, soap, and careful cleaning, but also the salty, and somewhat more human, aroma. You sniffed again and again, like a bloodhound that couldn't get enough of that scent.
Your gaze lingered on the window in front of you. The bright color of the ocean and its waves welcomed you. You slowly lowered the garment, a huge smile on your lips.
You put on the tightest swimsuit you could find, a bright cyan that perfectly matched your new abs and what was hidden inside. It felt a little tight, but... Wasn't that the intention? Having all the guys staring at you, eager to get their hands on you, heh… So silly, hehe.
Damn, what was that just? You shook your head with a bad feeling, the last words of the representative who performed the procedure on you flashing back into your mind. All about low IQ, zero intelligence, and stuff like that, but it had to be just part of him, right? How could it influence your mind? What a fool, pfff…
You shook your head, moving closer to the ocean, feeling the sand stick to your feet, seeping between your toes, heh, they looked bigger than you remembered. This guy was like Bigfoot or something, haha! You waded down a little further until you reached the point where the waves and the sand became one. You felt the cold water hit your body and could only let out a delighted gasp, venturing deeper and deeper into the ocean until it completely covered your legs. You bit your lower lip.
The sensation was damn delicious: The coolness of the water, the warmth of the place, the sea breeze, the sand between your toes, the scent… You inhaled a little more, lost in your sensations, so much so that you didn't realize that the scent you loved so much didn't come from the beach or the water, but from your new body. It was musky, slightly acidic and rancid. Your armpits felt wet, the golden hairs lying flat against your skin, which rubbed against the water with each new wave that crashed against you, mingling with the salty scent of the ocean, further intensifying the olfactory sensation that was driving you wild.
Beneath the clear, turquoise water, you lowered your hand to caress the edge of your swimsuit's curve, rolling your eyes and letting out soft gasps and moans as the other tourists watched with a touch of bewilderment. You flexed your biceps, proud of this body that was yours, and no one else's.
The rest of the afternoon unfolded much the same way, without you leaving the water for a single second. You'd even ordered a couple of piña coladas that had made you even more dazed than you already were, sniffing your armpits and scratching your new bulge as if you weren't on a public beach surrounded by people. In an instant, just as the sun was setting, some worries from your past life flashed through your mind – some quarterly figures, accountability reports, and things like that – But… It was as if your mind felt so sluggish and dull that the numbers and terms you once handled and knew inside and out were now foreign languages to you, completely unfamiliar.
You wanted to think a little more, but letting the information overwhelm you only gave you a headache, so you decided it was better to continue enjoying the warmth of the summer sunset before finally returning to your room in your new luxurious condominium. You were lucky that your new parents had gone to a business meeting in Europe, and that “you” didn't have siblings; there were only a couple of employees around the house, but nothing of much importance.
You lay down in your new king size bed, with a huge smile. You'd only be there for two weeks, but this day had been the best of your life. Nothing could go wrong…
Or so you thought until the days started to drag on. First, there were subtle changes, like in your tone of voice. And it wasn't just the language; it was a… strange hiss. It wasn't effeminate; it was more about arrogance, as if you felt like the king of the world and that everyone owed you something. Always haughty, always arrogant and self-centered. You'd even made one of the employees lick your feet! What the hell was happening to you?!
No matter how hard you tried to stay calm, to think it was just a phase or part of the process, things only got worse as the week went on. You were becoming more and more obsessed with smelling your new body, your sweaty armpits, every trace of perspiration trapped in a corner. You'd end up swiping it up your nose at best, but otherwise… You'd end up licking your fingers like they were lollipops.
The days at the beach were still special, fantastic, and wonderful. You could swim for hours. It turned out this guy hadn't gotten any special permission for work, but it wasn't like you had too much to do anyway. Just a couple of calls, getting other losers to do what you had to do, and that was it. What were they going to do? Your daddy was the owner, and with that, you were the one in control.
The second week was even worse. A much more arrogant, despotic, and even stupid personality emerged in all its glory. Reading exhausted you as if you were running a marathon with your brain. Stupid things made you laugh; even the smell of your own feet made you burst out laughing!
You tried contacting CORPUS, Inc., but they always sent you to voicemail, an endless beep that only made you more and more desperate before you finally resorted to using one of your new black credit cards with a huge credit limit – perfect for spending on tighter clothes, hehe…
You wanted to stay calm. Maybe when… You returned to your body, all traces of that behavior would vanish. You had loved the food, the music, the views, the weather, damn, the sun was so delicious on the Pacific Ocean side, the water, the flowers, the birds, and…
— Lo siento, creo que yo… No puedo realizar el proceso – A skinny, slightly tanned employee of CORPUS, Inc., wearing something beachy, scratched the back of his neck nervously.
— ¡¿Qué?! ¡¿Por qué no?! — you exploded like never before in your life — ¡Se supone que llegué temprano, la hoja decía que tenía que estar a tiempo!
— Sí… El problema no es usted, es que su viejo cuerpo se…
— ¡¿Qué?!
— Su viejo cuerpo se perdió, su huésped no se presentó. Y no lo pueden localizar, é-él-
— ¡Pues entonces busquenlo! ¡Lancen mi conciencia desde aquí! – Your heart pounded anxiously, what would you do? What the hell were you going to do now?! The constant ticking of an imaginary clock in your mind assaulted your eardrums, a horrible tick-tock, tick, tock, tick… tock…
— Me temó que no funciona así el proceso, yo… – The poor, underpaid intern, just as hysterical as you, tried to press a few more keys, enter some code, when a pop-up window appeared in front of him. He read the text, nodded to himself, avoiding your gaze.
— ¡¿Y bien?! ¡¿Qué carajos vas a hacer ahora?!
— Yo…
— ¡Tienen que hacer algo, ustedes tienen que-!
The words left you before you could finish the sentence. Your eyes rolled back as your back slumped against the leather sofa. Spasms began to pound mercilessly, shaking your arms and legs as if you were having an epileptic seizure. You groaned, shaking your head. You felt a horrible pressure in your head, as if thousands of needles were meticulously working against your brain to restructure everything inside it. Your fists clenched against the armrests of the seat, you felt the mental energy rushing through your being, slowly rearranging all your ideas.
Now you were Gabo, an only son, spoiled and the sole heir to your "papi’s" vast fortune. You were gay, you loved the beach, you didn't usually work much, and when you did, you just had to put on your pretty face, pretend to work when you were really playing Fortnite on your executive laptop, and cash the checks for a huge sum of money.
Sometimes you went out with friends, you didn't have a boyfriend and you weren't very interested in a serious relationship.
Saliva ran down your lips as your brain was washed and reconditioned to your new identity. You loved your smell; the stinkier your armpits and feet, the better. One of the needles had pressed too hard on a part of your brain; you only let out a groan mixed with pain and pleasure. All traces of intelligence, knowledge from your old company, skills, and other tools you had accumulated in forty years of life had vanished, and a bit of the intelligence your new mind possessed, too.
You weren't even someone who knew how to hold a broom properly; all you knew was how to take cute pictures for handsome guys on Instagram, how to pose well in your tight swimsuits, and, with luck, get a one-night stand on some "going-natural" beach. Your whole life was gone forever.
The energy flowed more slowly until it stopped, your new (and permanent) body left panting, tongue lolling, breath ragged.
— Um… ¿Señor, se siente b-bien?
— Mfhh… Gabo, llamame Gabo – You whispered with an awkward giggle, feeling like your head had downed ten drinks in a row. The guy nervously approached you to check on you, though that only made it easier for you to pull him closer, perching him between your strong thighs. – Te ves lindo, ¿no quieres ganarte fácil unos mil pesos? – You smiled, before throwing yourself against his lips with need. The poor guy couldn't even complain before he kissed you with the same needy fervor as his clothes slowly slid off the floor.
I think it was a perfect new beginning for you. I hope you like your new life, although… It wasn't like you had many options to go back to the old one.
And speaking of that, what had happened to your old body? Well, it turns out that "Gabo's" decision to use the services of CORPUS, Inc. wasn't a mere coincidence. He was fed up with the whole idea of having to inherit his father's company at some point, all the paperwork that came with it, meetings of things he didn't understand a damn thing. He just wanted to have fun, and if that meant dragging someone else's body and mind down with him to get his perfect escape ticket, so be it.
Besides, the body you had was a total bonus! Big, solid, hairy, smelling of burnt mahogany and testosterone, he might have lost almost twenty years of his life, but damn, the price to pay had definitely been cheap compared to the prize. Not only had he gained freedom, but that enormous Canadian body! Guys would go crazy for him. Hahaha!
« CORPUS, Inc. appreciates your business. Thank you for using our services. See you soon. »
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Switching Session
Type of Love: Marriage
Agatha and Ryan had... Problems. They had gotten married just a few years ago and although the relationship was good, there was a very specific problem found in the depth and privacy of their room… In their mattress.
They had tried a thousand and one alternatives to improve the chemistry between them, courses, books, motivational talks, different positions, they had even gone to therapy and nothing had worked. There was always a huge problem when something didn’t... wake up for Ryan. Agatha loved him, but she was tired of feeling alone with the pillow every night; they needed to do something if both wanted to stay together.
— Are you sure about this? – Ryan murmured in a low tone. He had a good build, not very muscular but slim, good face, well-combed hair, shaking his leg while Agatha looked towards the office door with the pamphlet in her hand – Look, honey, I think this is something very... extreme and we can try it another way and-
— Ryan – she cut him off immediately, looking him in the eyes – I love you, and I’m truly grateful that you’re my husband. But no, we’ve already tried everything, and I don’t want this to be our marital life for the rest of our lives, so no.
She returned the gaze, the man just lowered his eyes while letting out a soft sigh. They had ended up in that elegant but fucking expensive office thanks to the recommendation of one of Agatha’s friends who said it had helped her a lot to improve the relationship with her husband after both were fighting like dogs and cats out of control, but the “retreat”, as she had called it, had helped them understand each other better and “put themselves in each other’s shoes”; the information that Ryan and Agatha had about the service was as subtle as just that, her friend hadn’t wanted to give more details so that “she herself would try it”.
There were several offices in that place, almost ten doors arranged evenly in those harmonic hallways, one of the doors opened, only a burly guy coming out who advanced with difficulty but had a strange smile on his lips, his gaze lowered towards his physique, excited and trying to contain his hands so as not to touch himself in front of the others while walking towards the elevator. The couple exchanged strange looks, in fact, now that they remembered, he had entered with someone else, where had it gone?
— Ryan and Agatha? – A male voice emerged from the open office, both stood up trying to ignore what they had just seen to enter the same, inside, there was a guy with a formal white shirt although slightly open, tight tailoring pants with an elegant cut and a soft smile, he approached both to extend his hand – Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Porter. Please sit down.
There was a naturalness and charisma in his presence, both were already seated when he approached to close the door, returning with them to take a seat on his part in the front armchair, the office was cozy, a couple of plants, comfortable armchairs, a large window behind and what seemed to be a beverage station on a table at the back, it had some carefully sealed glass bottles of different bright colors.
— And tell me, what brings you here? – he smiled warmly, crossing his legs to start noting in his notebook.
— Well, um... We have problems in... – Ryan was tripping over his own words, almost blushing with embarrassment.
— He doesn’t touch me.
Agatha used to be very direct and somewhat... dominant. Porter just raised an eyebrow examining both and noting a couple of scribbles in his notebook while nodding.
— I see, I see. And what have you done about it?
— Eh, we...
— We’ve tried everything – Ryan was cut off again in the middle of the sentence – I don’t know what else to do, I love this man, really. But I can’t pretend to be crazy and let that go unnoticed, he didn’t use to be like this, he was more... sporadic, more intense. I don’t know what’s happening with him, we saw psychologists, we saw doctors, courses, and nothing works.
— Then it’s lucky that you’ve come across us – Porter drew a smile on his face again to stand up. He went to the drinks table, taking three in total, one was simple water, the others had bluish tones like some blueberry soda, he placed them on the table and uncapped them, settling back into the seat – I assume that... They haven’t told you fully what the dynamic is that is handled here.
— Not really. We only heard that it allows knowing the other’s perspective from their shoes.
— Exactly. And they refer to... Very literally.
— I don’t understand, doctor.
— These glasses you see in front of you contain a special drink, it will allow possessing the other so that you can experience how the other sees and feels life.
Agatha couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh at what the psychologist was mentioning.
— What kind of joke is this?
— None, not at all. If you’ve stopped here, it’s because someone referred you, trust their words if you don’t believe mine, besides – He stretched a little back with a trustworthy smile – You said you’ve tried everything, don’t you think one more effort is worth it?
Agatha stayed looking at the glass with her lips tightly closed.
— Honey, I don’t think it’s... – But before a response, Agatha quickly approached the glass to sip it in one go, leaving it back on the table. The blueberry flavor filled her taste buds without feeling anything beyond just the sweet taste.
Porter stayed with that satisfied smile, although, something that characterized him was that he was quite careless. Besides being new, it was practically his first day, if he hadn’t fucked it up before, it was by pure luck.
— Well, Ryan. It’s your turn – He approached the table blindly, trying to take the water glass that he had left dangerously next to the bluish glass, taking it and taking a sip under the incredulous gaze of Ryan who didn’t know whether to warn him or not, Porter’s eyes widened savoring the sweetness of the drink, the glass slipped from between his fingers, falling and crashing against the floor.
The psychologist tried to stand up but at that moment, it was as if Agatha became a blue smoke that rose to throw itself hard against Porter’s mouth, the man shook violently, his hands twisted, still trying to head towards the door, but he only managed to gasp, falling to his knees in violent spasms, his eyes twisting to white, his extremities seemed to be controlled by someone else, shaking until falling with his hands in front, Ryan was frozen, watching the scene from the sofa, he was in shock.
Porter continued shaking, his back marked in the white shirt, trying to regurgitate without success, his hands clung to the ground until he let out a gasp and couldn’t take it anymore, his forehead gave softly against the floor, and he stayed like that for a good while. Ryan still didn’t move, with a scared look.
What seemed like almost an hour finally ended, Porter took a strong breath of air, lifting his head and digging his nails into the floor, looked to the sides, his pupils were orbited, his chest rising and falling in clear panic, he got on his knees, observing his hands with what seemed horror.
— What the fuck is this? – He stammered, extending them forward to see his palms and then the back of the hand, thick and strong, with his knuckles marked and his predominant veins. His hands went to his pectorals, squeezing them with confusion – Mgh, this is... New.
He twisted a mocking smile without being able to stop touching his pectorals and his areolas in them, he felt that the shirt was too tight, the buttons would fly off at any moment, he was fascinated, confused but ecstatic for his new musculature. Agatha had never been very big, she was of average height, her attributes were not very prominent nor much less big, so now having tremendous things, it was an interesting improvement. Her husband continued watching the scene without fully understanding what was happening, seeing how the psychologist proceeded to pull his shirt from below with force while inflating his chest so that the buttons flew all over the office floor. She was what followed fascinated, she felt strong, manly, powerful; people always told her that she had a “conflictive” character, too dominant, authoritarian or controlling to be someone so small, but finally she felt strong, big, as if his personality finally coordinated with the body that someone with those characteristics should have. He inflated his biceps, tensing the fabric that miraculously would not tear either.
Finally his gaze, dominant and controlling fixed on her husband with a smile equally loaded with power.
— What are you still looking at so much? Something you like?
Ryan denied with panic, “Porter” stood up with confidence, unbuckling the buckle of his belt, sliding it out so that it hit like a whip against the floor, Agatha’s husband sweated cold, observing how the man who previously acted with security and charisma, now had transformed into a beast exuding control and testosterone.
He opened his shirt a little more, placing the belt over his nape, he still had that arrogant smile engraved on his face, his hand slid under his abs, palming his new attribute.
— Woah, is this what makes you guys feel so confident and owners of the world? — He boasted with complete mockery, exaggerating his movements like a caricature loaded with male stereotypes, he was living perhaps the most satisfying moment of her life. His biceps were great! Strong, voluminous and looked so good.
All her life she had felt attracted to men, there was no doubt about it, but being inside a man in every sense of the word, it felt so fucking different. As if he had the world in the palm of his hand!
— Why so quiet, Ryan? Did the cat eat your tongue?
— N-no – His cheeks were flushed, like a living apple. Agatha inside Porter slid the leather through the neck to play with it, joining it in two parts starting to brandish the belt in the air, biting her lower lip with that attitude arrogant to bursting – I don’t think it’s the best idea to be using his body like this – He stammered clumsily, swallowing saliva – It’s not correct.
— Why? Are you afraid that I am more man than you?
— I-I never said th-that.
But in part he was right, he was intimidated by the power that radiated in Porter’s body, that power and bearing that now belonged to her, how his strong legs were marked against the tailoring pants, his bulky arms, the chiseled abs. Unlike Agatha, Ryan had never felt attracted to men, but she in control of that guy, felt so... Dangerously captivating. And he didn’t know how much more he could resist, a strange heat ran through his body, as if his skin was boiling.
The now man finally took off his shirt, playing with his attributes as if he wanted to show them off, Ryan was good-looking, yes, but his slim build was not comparable at all with the strong and thick that were Porter’s muscles.
He felt that in his biceps they could burst a grapefruit in seconds! And his legs? Fat and powerful, his thighs were a whole wonder of sports performance, she didn’t need to be an expert to recognize the fruits of the effort in the guy’s gym. HER new attributes, only his and no one else’s, and he didn’t have to work a single second to get them! He was strong, attractive, although there was certain satisfaction and malice in controlling that body; Ryan hadn’t done anything to him and he had nothing against him, but being in charge of a body like that masculine, “respectable” and inhibited, now acting so free and even stupid way.
Her husband kept looking at her, completely mesmerized by the way he acted, until the inevitable happened, marking an elevation between his legs, “Porter” smiled with malice. He approached him slowly, still brandishing the belt to then whip it between himself, the sound made Ryan shudder with fear and something more. His lips approached until the distance was reduced to simple centimeters.
— I-I don’t think we should – the warm air brushed between both lips, the anxious chest rising and falling, the new Porter only passed his wide fingers against his lips, filtering through his mouth to fill it with just a couple – Mfhhh – His eyes twisted lightly, with flushed cheeks. He didn’t even know what to say or feel, but he was loving it.
— But it looks like you love it. Why stop then?
Ryan observed him once more, but in his eyes there was something more, a primitive intensity. He couldn’t contain himself and pressed his lips between the other’s, their tongues clashing with need and loaded with saliva, Ryan’s hands rubbing against Porter’s hair filling the room with soft gasps and an intoxicating warmth.
They lasted like that for almost two hours until the receptionist had to enter due to the delays in the other consultations of the psychologist and the constant gasps and roars that bothered more than one patient, finding both men with disheveled hair, sweaty and panting for more.
It turned out that the possession substance had an approximate duration of one or two months, before having to reverse the process to avoid permanent changes.
So until that period, Agatha was officially Porter.
— Fuuuuuck! — Ryan heard the gasps and roars of the other in the bathroom from the room, with a somewhat lost gaze on the wall. He hadn’t fully processed what had happened in the office, the fact that the touch of another man had driven him crazy, like his legs trembled, his mouth wrapped around the other’s tool, just remembering it made him blush. Or the most important fact, his lovely wife now was a giant in the bathroom.
— Mfhhhh!
The sounds continued leaking like the water itself in the shower, Agatha had insisted quite a bit on wanting to shower after wanting to get home, still in command of Porter’s body. They had even found a sports suitcase with a pair of clothing of that style in his office, and they were not precisely the ones he would use after the office, the stench concentrated behind the zipper, earthy and sweaty, with that load of musk that made him feel much spicier.
Ryan couldn’t hold the curiosity much longer, he got up with trembling hands towards the bathroom, turning the knob to find his wife with the clothes still on, wet and smelling much more intense than before.
— Mfffh, yes, big guy. Do you love how you smell, don’t you? That stinky stench, of a real man – He gasped with a laugh loaded with lust, he was truly arrogant with his new muscles and identity, acting more than delighted with his swollen biceps in the wet lycra, everything in him was big, his hands, his biceps, shoulders, shit, even his feet were huge! She had never felt very attracted to those things, but now she just wanted to caress them, let herself be carried away by his smell, how good they looked with or without socks, but more important (and with certain shame it gave her to admit it), that Ryan would put himself at his feet to smell them and kiss them, just imagining it with his tongue out, licking them and almost praising them, was incredible.
The days continued advancing with Agatha embracing the identity of Porter better and better, naturally, the office had given her free time until Porter was in command of his body again. And for obvious reasons, she had had to process disabilities for her job, she didn’t think it was the best option to appear in Porter’s stinky body.
But, yes she could take her body out for a walk wherever she wanted, she initially thought of only focusing on her initial routine, a bit of yoga, watering her plants, making breakfast or the other chores, but, why waste her attributes on such banal tasks? Nah, she needed something with more fun than just making lunch for Ryan.
She had found a pair of t-shirts and compression pants that fit him fucking well. They marked everything in him, the contour of his wrapped tool, his biceps, his firm pectorals and his abs, the beard scratched him a bit but also made him look so masculine! She wasn’t usually a person very desirous of the attention of others, but as Porter, that was different.
— Mfhhh — He let out a roar loaded with revitalizing energy when loading a weight that in his original body, not in dreams he would have managed to do, but now he felt his strong biceps doing all the work, moving like fucking professionals. And the best: Everyone looked at him, some with admiration, others with envy, many others looked at him with the lower lip bitten, and a not discreet bulge in their pants, it fascinated him.
He took out his phone to take a couple of photos, he had the perfect guy to make him famished when seeing them.
📱. Sup? I’ve been sweating like never, why don’t you help me clean myself with your tongue? Be a good guy and help daddy with that.
He loved the feeling of power, the control, he had always wanted to try things a bit more daring in bed, but he had always been reluctant to propose it to Ryan for fear that he would refuse. But with those new muscles, why the fuck would he deny?
Ryan from his office, couldn’t believe what he saw, those juicy pectorals begging to be attended, he almost had a coughing attack trying not to be obvious with what was happening (besides, surely his colleagues would wonder why he was receiving photos of a man in sportswear when he was supposed to have a wife).
📲. Hey, honey. You know I love your photos and everything but...
📱. But? Or what? Would you prefer I give this to any of these guys? I assure you they would be just as anxious or more to get on their knees to please me. So if you want to be a good husband, when I get home you’re going to be more than willing to put your pretty legs up on these thick shoulders until you get tired of screaming my name. Are we clear?
📲. Y-yes. I’m sorry.
📱. That’s how I like it, you better get used to this.
Since then, their relationship had become intense, carnal and full of desire, there was no day when they weren’t on top of each other, their lips clashing as if hormones were the only thing controlling their brains, the problem in their intimacy had disappeared as if it had never existed, with Agatha’s command, firm and addicting for poor Ryan who had become addicted to Porter’s stinky armpits, inhaling him as if it were the air he needed to breathe.
They continued loving each other madly, even more than before, anxious and desperate kisses for each other, messages full of photographs, morbid audios and fantasies that neither believed they would live someday. For Ryan it continued to be confusing to see himself in love with a man with such fervor, but as long as he was with the person he loved most in the world, that was the least important.
— What do you think? – Agatha, who now felt much more comfortable with the name of Porter, wore tight American football sport leggings by Ryan’s own idea, the metallic blue color highlighted his thick and fat legs, the same ones between which Ryan adored putting his face, a tiny thong underwear marked above his waist, his husband’s eyes sparkled just seeing him, his huge biceps and pectorals marked without a t-shirt.
— Shit, just shut up and kiss me – the typical inhibited, reserved and drier for that type of situations, now was desperate to put his hands on the man who drove him crazy. Although in part he knew that it wasn’t so much the fact that Agatha was now Porter, it was something more. He had never thought or assimilated it before, but a submissive and obedient desire had always been lodged inside him, and seeing his wife piloting that guy’s body with so much control and security, made his legs tremble, he didn’t care how much he had to beg, humiliate himself or plead for it, it fascinated him. Maybe he would have liked to understand it without the need for the thousand and one therapies they had gone through in the process, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that all the therapy and possession thing had rekindled the flame of their love like the sun.
The month was almost concluding, which meant that Agatha would have to stop being Porter to go back to being just her. Both were curled up in bed with nothing more than the sheet, with the chest rising and falling after almost three hours of their bodies rubbing against each other.
— And what if I don’t return? – Porter murmured with his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
— What? – Ryan sat up in his arms, confused.
— Yes. Why go back? I know it’s confusing but, I don’t miss being a woman, you know? I like being strong, that people respect me.
— B-but.
— I know it’s a very bold move, and I wouldn’t do it alone, I want you to be with me in this, together.
— Well, it’s... A bit risky idea, I mean. I don’t know what they’ll say at the office, Porter and, explain why overnight, my beautiful wife transformed into a guy who doubles her size and weight – Ryan pressed his lips with doubt, they had everything for that situation to go terribly wrong, but at the same time, he had to admit that their marriage had never been better – To hell with it, let’s do it, I’ll go anywhere with you by my side. Always
Porter smiled, intertwining their lips with passion, desirous and in need of each other, the saliva dripping slightly down his chin, their pectorals rubbing against each other, although of course, Ryan’s were much smaller than Porter’s.
— What do you say? Want a second round?
— Shit, yes.
The thinner one mounted on his waist, with his lower lip bitten, anxious. Without a doubt, the best decision they could have both taken for their marriage.
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