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Vacay
CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.
Vacay
— Jack! Come swim, the water's great, man! – Tom, a guy with almost perfect hair, a light beard, and a nice pair of muscles, with strong arms, emerged from the pool, leaning against the railings while showing off his physique, his pecs dripping with water down to his abs.
— Yeah, Jack! Come on, enjoy the vacation, that's what we did this for, right? – Andrew said from the pool, moving his feet and slender legs through the water, enjoying the scenery.
Jack just watched them from a nearby lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, smiling slightly.
— Nah, I think I'm fine like this – he said, making a couple of gestures, shaking his head. Actually, he liked sunbathing better with his new muscular body, his bare feet and hands behind his head to show off his hairy armpits. It felt good, powerful. How hadn't they thought of this plan before?
Will was next to him, also lying down while drinking a piña colada. He even winked at an equally muscular guy walking by, who gave him an equally flirty look back. Damn, his brother's body was a real heartthrob.
But before we continue, we need to know what happened a week ago to understand why Jack and his friends were in… well, other people's bodies.
— No way, Will, you were supposed to be in charge of the reservations – Garret, a chubby guy, was practically lunging at his friend in desperation.
— And I did! I swear I did!
— So why aren't they here?! Do you know how important this Spring Break is? It's literally the last one before starting college! How could you miss that detail?
— Damn it! It wasn't my fault, Garret! My stupid brother stole the reservations!
It turned out Will's brother worked part-time at a five-star hotel near the beach a few hours from the guys' town. He was a receptionist or something like that. His good looks gave him more "ability" to "better" serve people (and to keep them from complaining so much; a wink was enough to calm them down).
With spring break approaching and the frenzy of finding vacation spots in full swing, Will had thought it would be easy to ask his brother for this special favor, not expecting that later, it would completely backfire.
— He told me he was keeping the reservations, that they were in his name or some crap like that – the skinny guy with braces slumped onto the sofa, exhausted.
— Maybe we can... You know. Um... Make new reservations? – Tom said, trying to lighten the mood.
— Sure, and we'll go to Alaska right away. Everything's going to be booked up now! Your brother screwed up our vacation – Garret replied, letting out a huff as he sat down on the couch.
Jack just stared blankly, lost in thought.
— Maybe not.
— Do you have any backup reservations or anything? Because that’s literally the only thing that’s going to get us out of this mess.
— No, but… We have the original.
— …Dude, I don’t know if you’ve heard the last ten minutes of our conversation, but Will’s brother just stole our reservation-
— No, no. I did hear that, but I have a way to get them back – He gestured to his friends to follow him to the attic of his house. The five guys made their way to the folding stairs, climbing them to a dusty wooden room with only a few rays of light from a bulb that looked like it had been there for over forty years.
— Um… Jack – I admire you showing us your architecture from the last century, but I think I'm more worried about the spiders and the dust than… than… ACHOO! – Andrew sneezed loudly, which caused the dust to rise even more. The others started coughing or sneezing too, thanks to their allergies. Jack's group wasn't the most popular, nor the most attractive; in fact, they were all social outcasts, the typical weirdos who reserved their own table in the cafeteria, talking about geeky topics, Dungeons & Dragons, and other such crap. They weren't usually bothered, but they weren't particularly relevant either, very average or very nerdy. They all longed to "evolve" soon. University was just around the corner; they were all of legal age, and yet, they hadn't had a partner, "boyfriends", to be specific. And as you might expect, they were also virgins.
Jack continued rummaging through the boxes until he pulled something out. It was a small statuette made of gold, it looked ancient, a kind of little man with symbols on his body, precious stones, and a somewhat unsettling expression. It had a dark, magical vibe about it. The guy held it out to his friends.
— Um… Do you want to pawn it and sell it to the highest bidder?
— No, guys. This will help us go on vacation.
— Okay, he's just gotten too much dust in his brain – Tom muttered to Andrew under his breath.
— It belongs to my grandmother, it's a magical object. It has the ability to change bodies or possess people, so we can get the return tickets. Will just has to project his consciousness into his brother's body and give us back the reservation.
— ...Okay, he just lost his mind – One of his friends whispered.
Jack rolled his eyes with a sigh, gripping the figurine a little tighter, closing his eyes and concentrating. Nothing happened for a while; even Garrett gestured as if he'd lost his mind. Suddenly, Andrew's body tensed, his eyes rolled back, his fingers stiffened, his body made a strange cracking sound as his mouth opened wide. On the other side of the room, Jack's body reacted the same way until their mouths snapped shut and their eyes snapped open. Jack fell to the floor, his knees knocking together from nerves as he nervously looked around.
— W-what? – He looked at his hands in a panic.
— Do you believe me now? – Andrew pressed himself against the wall with a smile that hovered between mockery and victory.
— No way, are you serious? – There was an eager gleam in Will's eyes as he watched the scene with fascination. "Jack" let out a slightly annoyed groan, staring at his hands in disbelief, with a little smile in his lips, almost like fascination.
— Absolutely. Now, are you ready to switch places with your brother and give us back that reservation?
— Yes, yes. So, I just take over his body, change the plans, and we're off?
— What's stopping me from changing the room back to his name?
— Well, now that you mention it – Jack inside Andrew paused thoughtfully with a sly smile – Maybe I have a better idea.