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Confidence Booster (Male Bodyswap)

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Hector Rivera had woken up that morning in bed missing forty pounds of muscle, six inches of height, and four inches... somewhere else. So already that was a bad start to his day- but then when he'd stumbled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, it had gotten a whole lot worse.

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Yeah. That’s me. And yeah, I’m not cheap. You can’t afford to look this good workin’ a nine to five every day. Nah. I’m a freelancer. Call me a life coach for those who need some assistance finding who they really are. Sometimes you just need to have a little push in the right direction, eh? Plus, you know I’m the real deal by just lookin’ at this bod. If I do say so myself, I’m pretty damn hot.

Let’s cut to the chase. I take over the bodies of nerds, has-beens, washed ups, losers, and everyone else in between. Over the course of a few days, normally, I change them into exactly what they wanna be. Cocky, sexy, built himbo bad boys. And they pay top dollar for the privilege.

That’s exactly what Michael asked for. For whatever reason, he was unhappy with his pretty okay life. He was a game designer in Seattle, a pretty decent looking otter boy, and well off. I’m not gonna lie, I was on vacation, so I wasn’t too excited to take a job out here in the Bahamas. But the pay grade was just way too good, and I had a nice little vacancy in my bedroom since my twat of an ex dumped me. “Too many good looking guys coming out of the apartment” apparently.

Pssh, what did that fucker know? I brushed whatever dumb scraps of affection I had for him aside, and took the kid’s offer. The dude bought a ticket and flew out to Nassau, and drove to my holiday place. From the picture, I wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He was pretty good looking already!

My clients are usually the old creepers, absentee fathers, and middle aged former jocks. Median age: 40. So, when this guy showed up at my door, looking like an adorable little gamer guy, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity. I handed him a Mai Tai, and we sat by the pool, where I asked him his reasons for wanting a transformation. His reasoning was super simple, and it took my by surprise.

“I just wanna try something new, I guess.” It was no skin off my back if he didn’t think it through. Even if he did, I had doubts he knew the full extent of what my plans were. I asked him about his life back in Seattle, probing to see if he had a family I had to worry about, a dumb bimbo, or anything like that. Nothing. Just his dog. Just how I liked it. The more we talked, the more I started to like this guy. He just really seemed like a cool dude that was a bit… Disillusioned with his life. There was just something about him. I don’t know.

I asked him when he wanted it all to go down, and to my surprise, he shucked his shirt off and turned his back to me. This dude had a majorly casual vibe about the whole thing. I wasn’t sure how to approach it. After a few seconds of really thinking about it, I thought, “Fuck it” and dove right in.

Now to give you some perspective: this guy was like 6′3, where I was like 5′9. He was super skinny too. This was gonna be a tight squeeze, but not anything I hadn’t done before. I placed my hand on his shoulders, just starting out with a light massage. I smelled a light dash of cologne. It was so cute, he tried to impress me with some expensive Gucci-knockoff he found at Kohl’s. But, as my hands started to knead harder, and they began to sink underneath his pasty white skin, I thought about the others I had changed.

They hadn’t gone the extra mile to even put on deodorant. I’m not talking about that sexy, musky smell that I gladly add to my clients charge-free. They were stinking like the geriatric ward, or like they just got back from a burger-flipping job. All they cared about was getting me in, and becoming something else. But this dude… Michael… He actually thought about me, and my experience throughout the entire thing. It was a little thing, but it was more than anyone else had done for me…

I had sank into him at a forearm’s length. Crossing my legs around his waist, I could hear him moan a bit. I nibbled on his ear, letting my hot breath caress him, allowing him to shudder. For the first time in a possession, I smiled. This wasn’t work, this was pleasure. I felt my arms slip into place, fingers into his own as a well-fitted glove. I brought his hand to his cheek, caressing it, sticking a finger into his mouth, letting it roll onto his lips.

I was sinking ever faster into his body, his warming skin inviting more of me into him. My built, muscular body effortlessly crept inch by inch into his being, taking up every available ounce of space. Through me, his hands explored his body, stroking and prodding everywhere. I had almost all of me within him. By the end, all that was left was my head, protruding from the back of his neck. A lot of guys ask me what it feels like at this point. Imagine being submerged in a hot tub filled with heavy jello. That’s the only way I can describe it. Everything is slick, tight, compressed, yet extremely buoyant… This time was that much more intense, as I had gone the extra mile to really give him a ride. You know, let him go out with a bang.

I slowly pressed my forehead against the back of his head, feeling his hard skull give way to the same dense, gelatinous feeling that surrounded the rest of me. It takes a minute for me to adjust myself within him before I can actually see out of his eyes, but that first breath… Damn. It’s always exhilarating. I let the humid, hot air of the Caribbean into my lungs, and opened my eyes to the bright, tropical sun. Michael, for all intent and purpose, was relatively gone. Well, normally he would be.

At this point in the possession, I get the memories and thoughts of the host, and usually I just wipe it clean, for the sake of a clean slate. Though, this time, as his memories flooded me, I knew everything about him. He was a good kid. Like, unbelievably so. He cared about others, and not an ounce about himself. Yet, this deep-seeded insecurity he fostered… It actually broke my heart a bit.

Lounging on that pool-lounge, at that beachside Bahamanian mansion, I decided this was my final possession. And this was gonna be the crown jewel. My magnum opus. Maybe it was for selfish reasons, but I couldn’t let this one go. He’d be mine. I mean after all, what more of a prize is there than my smokin’ hot ass?

I spent days in his body, reversing the clock, rewiring his brain, encoding his genetics. It was like shopping for a christmas gift for myself! He’d be just as cocky as I was, a show off to everyone he’d meet. Sexy, lean muscles underneath a perfectly sunkissed skin, painted with tattoos. From his mesmerizing frost-green eyes, to his gigantic, size 16 feet; this 6′3 God among men was going to be a blast to finally meet.

The last day, laying on the pool lounge where it all began, I thought about the last few tweaks. You know, the pierced ears & cock, finger tattoos, finishing up his background, changing his vocal range, making him an alpha top… I had thought long and hard about it over the transformation, and I had decided it was time. This lovable goofball would love me, and I’d love him back. As I pulled myself from his bronzed body, I left his consciousness intact. He was still him underneath it all. He remembered everything. He knew what it was like to have me within him. By the time my exhausted, sweaty body was finally detached from him, he had already opened his eyes for the first time.

He brought his inked hands to his face, smirking a smug grin. I watched him from the cement ground, flexing and kissing his biceps. Our eyes met, and the alpha bravado I had programmed oozed out of him. Yet… I could see Michael in his eyes. He pulled me into a kiss, gentle at first, then passionate and fiery. That mouthwatering musk poured into my nostrils, just as I wanted it to. I tasted that wintergreen tic-tac breath of his, just as I had intended. He groped me and bit my tongue, smiling at me. I had never been so into a guy before.

I knew that Michael would be proud of who he is now. He is truly experiencing something new. He also had a stud by his side to experience it with alongside him. I enjoyed every minute of his invading tongue in my mouth, of his strong fingers tenderly wrapped around my neck. He was perfect. This was perfect. Besides, the best Christmas gift came as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. A sizable, delicious, musky, uncut package waited for me to unwrap it.

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Mejores Frases de "La Mecánica del Corazón" (Mathias Malzieu)

“El frío es tan intenso que los pájaros se congelan en pleno vuelo antes de caer estrellados contra el suelo. El sonido que emiten al fallecer es dulce, a pesar de que se trata del ruido de la muerte”

“Mi madre es una niña que juega a tener un bebé. Sus pensamientos derivan hacia la melancolía; sabe que no podrá quedarse conmigo”

“La doctora Madeleine es generosa y le gusta ayudar a la gente curando sus corazones; ya sea ajustando un mecanismo, o de sanarlo con charla y cariño. Lo que más satisface a la doctora es arreglar corazones dañados”

“Fue un día triste, un día en que no dejaba de llorar hasta que me dí cuenta de que me reconfortaba beberme mis propias lágrimas. Poco después descubrí que sabían mejor si las mezclaba con un poco de licor de manzana. Pero no hay que beber nunca cuando uno está en estado normal, en ese caso ya no se logra estar contento sin beber y se forma un círculo vicioso y uno ya no para de llorar para poder beberse las lágrimas”

“Intento mirarla a los ojos pero no puedo dejar de admirar su hermosa boca.. No sospechaba que se su pudiera pasar tanto tiempo observando una boca”

“Es absolutamente necesario que seas prudente. Lo que ha ocurrido en la ciudad cuando has visto a esa pequeña cantante confirma lo que me temía: el amor es demasiado peligroso para ti”

“Algún día es posible que tengas que pagar un precio muy alto por todo el placer y la alegría que el amor provoca. Y cuanto más intensamente ames, más intenso será el dolor futuro”

“¿Corro peligro de muerte? Tal vez, pero siento que mi vida peligra si no vuelvo a verla y, a mi edad, eso me parece aun más grave”

“Primero, no toques las agujas de tu corazón. Segundo, domina tu cólera. Tercero y más importante, no te enamores jamás de los jamases. Si no cumples estas normas, la gran aguja de tu corazón traspasará tu piel, tus huesos se fracturarán y la mecánica del corazón se estropeará de nuevo”

“Mi cerebro quiere decir No, no…pero mi corazón, como siempre, tiene una relación más directa con mis labios”

“Las penas amorosas pueden transformar a la gente en monstruos de tristeza”

“¡Por mucho que riego regularmente las flores de mis recuerdos de la pequeña cantante, comienzan a estar faltas de sol!”

“Andaculía, ¡el país en el que las mujeres te miran directamente a los ojos!”

“Cuando tengo mucho miedo, noto que la mecánica de mi corazón patina hasta tal punto que parezco una locomotora de vapor en el momento en que sus ruedas chirrían en una curva. Viajo sobre los raíles de mi propio miedo. ¿De qué tengo miedo? De ti, en fin, de mí sin ti. El vapor, pánico mecánico de mi corazón, se filtra por debajo de los raíles. Oh, Madeleine, que calientito me tenías. Nuestro último encuentro aun está tibio, sin embargo tengo tanto frío como si jamás te hubiera encontrado ese día, el día más frío del mundo”

“Quisiera retroceder en el tiempo para entregarte el viejo trasto de mi corazón y dejarlo en tus brazos”

“¡Si supiera que estoy a las puertas de Andalucía, cabalgando detrás de mi amor, se enfadaría muchísimo!”

“Esta cercanía de su feminidad me incomoda pero también es agradable; la delicadeza de su perfume me embriaga. La espero, sentado en la puntita de su canapé”

“Asustar es una manera de seducir como otra cualquiera, y en lo que concierne a la seducción, parece que tú te las arreglas muy bien”

“¿Y si muriera antes mismo de abrazarla?”

“Nuestras bocas se aproximan. El tiempo se relentiza, en los relevos más melodiosos del mundo. Se mezclan, delicada e intensamente. Su lengua me transmite sabores y miles de impresiones, pero la mejor es que su lengua sabe a fresa”

“Nos hemos besado por primera vez hace treinta y siete minutos en el reloj de mi corazón, creo que aún nos queda un poco de tiempo antes de tener que pensar en todo eso”

“Acabo de besar a la muchacha de la lengua de sabor fresa y ya nada volverá a ser como antes”

“Esta noche, me encaramaré a la luna, me instalaré en su cruasán como si estuviera en una hamaca y no tendré ninguna necesidad de dormir para soñar”

“Aunque Miss Acacia te quiera, no lograrás controlarla jamás”

“Por mucho que uno se deleite con la luna, también necesita del sol”

“Y hacemos el amor despacio; somos los amantes más lentos del mundo, apenas nos rozamos con nuestras lenguas”

“En lo profundo de mis soledades nocturnas, yo también he arruinado mi propia confianza”

“Poso mis labios contra los suyos sin decir nada”

“Ya me casé con alguien de quien no estoy enamorada, no quiero volver a empezar”

Malzieu, Mathias, “La Mecánica del Corazón”, Random House Mondadori, México, 2010.

Compiló: Mario R.

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Looker Room Deal

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.

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Pffft! This guy actually believed it! Turns out he's one of the top representatives on the track and field team. And therefore, "his body must be sacred" (plus, they're not allowed to smoke on the premises), and guess what this great athlete was doing behind the gym? I threatened to tell the sports coordinator, and not only that, but the administration too. He started begging me like crazy, saying he'd do anything to convince me. I just told him to say that he "wanted to switch bodies with me". He raised an eyebrow, confused, thinking it was too weird. I brought up the idea of telling everyone what he was doing again. To which he hysterically replied that he wanted to switch bodies.

You see, quite a few years ago I met a witch who gave me the ability to switch bodies with whomever I wanted. The only problem was that the other person had to explicitly say they wanted the swap, which isn't very common, plus my body isn't exactly attractive (I'm almost sixty and I'm a janitor, I'm screwed all over). So this opportunity was perfect.

Immediately, a burst of energy shot out from between our mouths. I felt like something was pulling me from the inside; the pain was indescribable. The energy continued to move from side to side until it dissipated. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my body: old, wrinkled, and confused.

—What the hel-? – He was raising my voice a lot, so I did what seemed best at that moment: I headbutted him. The force and his age caused him to faint almost instantly. I quickly picked him up and carried him to the back of the storage room. If someone found him, they'd surely think he was just sleeping. Poor janitor, so old he can't even stay awake too long. HA! Damn, even with this body, it's so easy to carry, it's like a simple strand of spaghetti! It's effortless!

I left it lying around to go back to the gym. I felt a little damp and sticky, the sweat pooling on my chest (under my pecs, to be more precise), my armpits, leaving damp patches on my spandex shirt. But I didn't mind at all, on the contrary, I was loving feeling like this.

I lifted my armpit to inhale the stinky sweat, damn, it smells delicious... I took another breath; it was a mixture of AXE spearmint deodorant, musk, the polyester of the shirt, and the exertion. My muscles were burning, but it was totally worth it!

I wasn't a decrepit old man anymore, stuck in a shitty job because I couldn't retire. Now I was a sports star! Young, with my whole life ahead of me and such a fucking hot body! No man would ever say no to me. And what made it even better: If I ever got tired of being in this guy, I could easily convince some other sucker to say he wanted to swap bodies with me. Who would say no to this face?

Ugh, down there I feel sweaty too, especially under my balls and stripe, ugh. Why was this guy wearing such tight underwear? Well, let's see how he smells...

Damn! He sure does smell strong, mfffhhhh! Screw the idea that "Jacob", the star of the track team, was some pervert who couldn't stop sniffing his fingers and scratching his balls, this stench was fabulous! Mffhhh... Yeah, I think I'm going to stay here for a good while. Sorry, man, it was your fault for being so naive; "that I wasn't going to tell the coordinator" HA! Even if I presented evidence, they wouldn't listen to me in a million years, especially not you, you poor fool!

But hey, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have these amazing body! These pecs feel so good... I'm so tempted to explore them right here. Who cares if it's the gym? This champ needs to unwind, damn it.

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Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don’t forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. By the way, Happy New Year! Thank you for giving me a year full of readings, reactions and your support, thank so much, really. Thank you!

I’m always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story… Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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Borrowed For The Night

The "Two Sides" club was well-known for its themed nights, some featuring superheroes, leather, fratbros, and more, although without a doubt, the best were the holiday nights, like Halloween or, in this case, New Year's Eve.

The place was always packed; it wasn't very exclusive, on the contrary, everyone was always welcome. And why were its parties legendary? Very simple: because of the club's main dynamic.

The place had a brainwave device that allowed everyone inside the building to swap bodies with each other. Only a few were exempt, like security guards, baristas, or DJs (and even then, the device sometimes "failed", which led to some rather peculiar things). The swap lasted from 8 pm until approximately 2 am; it was like Russian roulette. Nothing could control or determine which body you would end up in; it could be something good, or something bad. But even so, the situation allowed people to get quite... curious about their new bodies.

The air was always thick with unbridled passion, lust, and copious amounts of sweat, gasps beneath the music, and the desires of people who wanted to be different from who they normally were.

Like Reginald. He had no one to spend New Year's with, not many friends, he hadn't spoken to his family since coming out as gay, he had a good income and a stable job, but he didn't have much of a relationship with his coworkers either – completely alone.

So... why venture into something unique? I mean, he had nothing to lose.

He hadn't expected to end up in a body completely different from his own: large, hairy, somewhat fat, and wrapped in leather. He felt his thighs crack with every movement as the fabric rubbed against each other, perfectly wrapped around his thick legs.

— This has to be a joke – he muttered, swallowing nervously. He knew he'd said he had "nothing to lose", but that wasn't what he meant. He'd expected to end up in a more... defined body, at least muscular, a silver fox or something like that. Not in a fat guy with a nearly shaved head!

He felt clumsy, too heavy, like a metal ball sinking into the sand around him. He was nothing like his old, more streamlined, agile body. Part of him regretted becoming a part of this, but there was a certain latent curiosity throbbing "down there" with all his new... clothes.

The high combat boots, the leather pants, the jacket, his t-shirt that seemed to be stretching to the point of almost bursting around those thick new pecs, and even... shit, was this guy pierced? Maybe... He could explore for a while. He still had several hours of exploration ahead of him and he could get used to his new body, although he also had to admit that he wasn't liking being so wide; it was the third time he'd almost knocked over a glass, tsk.

Halloran was a completely different case. He was a muscular man in his mid-thirties, dedicated to exercise and being a single father after his ex-wife left him. He didn't usually go out partying much; his life was a constant routine of work, the gym, seeing his son, and then back again. Luckily, he managed to get his son's grandparents to look after him for the day, so he'd have time to go out and enjoy the night. He didn't know much about the bar's atmosphere, so when the event started behind closed doors, it was a complete surprise.

— WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE ARE MY MUSCLES? – He found himself in a much younger and slimmer body. He was in good physical shape, although it wasn't what he was used to. Besides the lack of body hair, his beard and mustache were gone – WHAT IS THIS? – He kept looking at himself with a mixture of horror and fascination.

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so young. This guy was... what, 19? His skin was smooth, his hair thick, and he even had a better pair of buttocks than him, round and firm, although... shit, was that a thong? He could feel it wedging up between his cracks, making walking a bit uncomfortable.

— Mgh... Holy shit, who wears this stuff? Mfh – he had to discreetly move the thread that was digging deep into his soul.

Only on New Year's could he enjoy these simple pleasures in life. Although Anton was definitely enjoying what was happening.

— WOAH! THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! – the guy said as he saw himself in that flashy, somewhat tight-fitting, strappy outfit. He'd ended up in the body of one of the dancers there, with a slim, toned body. He didn't have a huge amount of muscle or anything like that; he was really... average, if you wanted to put it that way. But for Anton, who was quite fat, with some rolls of fat here and there, a double chin, and almost bald at the tender age of 21, it was quite a treat; a body like that isn't found just anywhere. Slim, attractive, handsome, and dressed in a way that would make any guy drool.

He wasn't entirely fond of tattoos, but you can't have everything in this life, right?

At least he could take advantage of the situation and be running around like a "rabbit", if you knew what he meant, haha. With his legs shaking, this guy's ass would be sore the next morning, but that wasn't his problem anymore.

For now, he could have fun all night, smelling his new, stinky armpits after sweating nonstop. Even the idea of putting his own new foot (or someone else's, he was open to anything) in his mouth was something he was looking forward to.

— WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, DYLAN? – Someone who wasn't having such a good time was definitely Harrison. He had reluctantly agreed to come just to keep his son company. Although he, too, was unaware of this "special dynamic".

— Relax, old man – Dylan said with complete certainty, now inhabiting the body of a burly man in his thirties who had decided to wear a full-body, shiny black leather suit. His new identity was muscular and strong, leaving nothing to the imagination. There was something stern in his gaze that he loved. He used to be very short and thin, and he had been bullied his whole life, which made him quite reserved, and now at university, he was paying the price. So, being in a muscular, big, and strong body now, with a scent mingled with leather, effeminate cologne, and his own stench, was pure bliss. Besides, with those enormous boots, he could take someone down with a single kick – Just enjoy it.

— YOU NEVER TOLD ME THIS WOULD HAPPEN.

— Lower your voice, don't make a scene here – the now older guy rolled his eyes, while his father, who this time inhabited the body of someone in their twenties, with finer, more delicate features, was wrapped in a red leather suit with... shit. Why was he wearing a corset? He felt like some kind of girl. He was used to being strong, manly, almost a bear. He'd never dealt with the problems his son had, but now he felt so fragile and small, he wasn't even wearing shoes! Just those leather-like socks that clung to his toes!

— BUT NOW I-

— Now you're being a nuisance. You wanted to come with me, so enjoy it – the other licked his lips, finally putting away his new phone and eagerly exploring his father's new body, letting out a soft, dominant laugh – Happy New Year.

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Hey everyone! This is a short story to close the year haha, i'm so happy and proud of what I made this year with you, guys. Also, I'm so excited to end this year, my first year as a writer, it had a lot of changes and challenges, and in the beggining I was so nervous to start haha, but now, I'm so happy of my work, the fandom I made and the stories I wrote. Thank you so much for your support along the year, you gave me a great year, I hope the next year I would continue writing for you.

I wanna wish you a great 2026, full of blesing, joy and fun, everything will be alright, it's a new year full of chances, my best wishes for you, guys. And again, thank you so much for this 2025, I love every second of it.

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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The Great Shift: Nerd to Hunk

The Great Shift: Nerd To Hunk

My name is Howard, and I study computer science at Harvard.

I'd always excelled at math, logical reasoning, and understanding computers. I had a couple of scholarships thanks to my ingenuity, which guaranteed that as soon as I graduated, I'd have a secure future. Maybe at a big company like Apple or Google, or who knows, maybe with my own business.

However, like any stereotypical nerd, my mental abilities meant that my physique wasn't the best. Slim, small, without a single strand of hair or muscle. Maybe I wasn't ugly, but I wasn't "remarkable" either.

It was a Monday like any other. Boring, full of classes and other chores: programming, equations, going to class. It was "Systems Management" class, taught by Professor Austin, an old man in his sixties, whose subject was more boring and tedious than anything else in the world; I struggled to keep my eyes open, fighting to pay attention. But the professor's voice seemed to make me sleepier and sleepier. And just as I was about to fall asleep, lost in thought with my eyes closed.

A kind of deafening crack, like an atomic bomb, echoed all around me.

I opened my eyes, startled, only to find I was no longer in a classroom. The atmosphere felt different, the sun beat down on my face, even the smell was different... now I was on a street, very unlike anything I was used to, it looked... rustic?...

For a moment, everything was confusion, until all hell broke loose. Several people started screaming, some in languages I had no idea about. People were running, everything was chaos. It was then that I noticed my hand; it was no longer pale and thin like I was used to it being.

Now it was brown and enormous. I felt scared, and I began to touch the rest of my body, noticing that I now had a different build: bigger, stronger, and more muscular.

I was wearing a tight gray compression shirt that showed off my new, larger pecs, sweatpants, and sneakers. I felt wet, like I'd just finished working out. I started sniffing myself, noticing a strong scent of sweat.

— Ugh... ¡¿Qué mierda?! — I muttered. Only to realize that for some reason, I'd been able to speak in another language. Was it... Spanish?

Everything was spinning, not from the heat, nor from the shock, everything was still in chaos, but... it was strange. I felt like I was making myself... stupid. All my old knowledge of computers and math seemed to evaporate into thin air, replaced by other things like bodybuilding and bricklaying.

— Uhh...

I still remembered who I was, my past life, and the details of it, but accessing my "skills," like my native language and abilities, was so difficult. It was as if I knew they were there but couldn't access them. Instead, new knowledge began to seep in. Now my name was Hector, I was 24 years old, and I lived in Mexico. Apparently, I had dropped out of school and that's why I became a construction worker; I didn't have a degree either, because I wasn't very bright. However, what little brainpower I had, I more than made up for with strength. My enormous muscles, with big arms and thick pecs, made me feel his tool, large and with heavy balls.

— Tal vez pueda acostumbrarme a esto – I murmured, feeling my new, large chest.

The world struggled to get used to something scientists called "The Great Shift", at least 80% of the entire population had their bodies changed, some with people from their own city or country, and others worldwide. Another 10% suffered from something called "adjustment", the disappearance of old skills and abilities that ended up being replaced by the knowledge of the new body.

I was part of that last percentage.

At first, I felt lost and annoyed by my new body. Maybe I was muscular, but now I found myself in a body without the job opportunities I'd had, without a brain, and without much money. It took me at least a week to get used to it until my brain came up with an idea.

This body was sexy, muscular, and anyone would want it. I was even starting to love the smell, how stinky my armpits got with the slightest exertion, how big my legs looked... and my pecs. There was nothing I loved more than my new, big, fat pecs.

I started working as a go-go dancer at a nightclub. I loved the feeling of the tight panties, the people trying to touch me, and of course, all the money. I probably earned more in one night than I would have in a month as a computer programmer. And I enjoyed every single detail of this new life.

The only problem was that I was becoming addicted to worshipping myself, my hand going down my thick stick again and again. But hey, could you judge me?

Having this body all to myself, with its scent, and God... the taste... It simply drove me wild. Now I was Hector.

And there was no going back. Maybe becoming a silly himbo hadn't been so bad.

¿Quieres oler mi axila, wey?

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This story it's a reupload, because the original was get down and I notice like seven months before haha, so. I hope you like it again.

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possesseddesiress

XVIII. The Moon

Luke was what everyone wanted to be (or who everyone wanted to be with): strong, muscular, the quarterback of his college team, with a bright future in sports, and of course, a cheerleader girlfriend, blonde and somewhat dim.

Yes, Luke Anderson was at the top of everything. And because of that, he was arrogant as if he were the king of everything around him, with his chest puffed out, a despotic attitude toward others, and burps or farts here and there, it almost seemed like he hadn't even matured. But what did that matter? He was the best at everything.

He had decided to attend a new fair in town at his girlfriend's request (plus his friends would be there, so they could keep the girl busy while he... well, flirted with some hotties he came across).

— Come on, Luke, you have to admit that this year's setting is good – said one of his friends, who was affectionately holding his girlfriend by the shoulders, while Luke himself... Well, he was pushing Stacy, his girlfriend, aside. So she wouldn't be so clingy to him (if any attractive girl asked him about her, he'd definitely say she was his sister or something).

— Nah, nothing's scary or realistic enough, even a house built by my little sister would be creepier.

He said with total mockery, even kicking a couple of decorated pumpkins along the way.

— Do you need something creepier for you, then? – said Stacy, who, although she looked silly, wasn't that much.

— Pfff. Of course – Luke said, rolling his eyes as if the question were stupid – A challenge for a real man.

— So... how about going over there? – Stacy pointed to a tent far away, almost hidden in the woods. The mist partially covered it, only visible through the occasional candle around it. It looked old, almost abandoned, and torn by the dry trees nearby – Does that seem like enough of a challenge for you, strong man?

She placed her hand on his chest as she seemed to challenge him.

— That? Nah, my grandmother is scarier at three in the morning.

— Or what? Are you... a coward? – She worded the word slowly and mockingly.

Luke narrowed his eyes, but his friends burst into mockery and laughter.

— Uhhh, the little princess is scared – Laughter filled the air as they gently shoved him by the shoulder. Stacy just looked at him triumphantly.

— Or are you not man enough then?

The athlete had had enough.

— Fine. I'll go, and then what?

— You'll go, alone- We'll wait from here, and well, you'll bring something from inside. Deal?

The marshal hesitated, though the laughter and the word "coward" echoing in his mind made him agree.

— Done.

He said reluctantly, entering the forest.

— You can come back if you get scared!

— Fuck off!

Luke continued on his way, unaware that his friends had already turned back to leave him alone as part of the joke. He walked between trees that took on strange shapes and he almost felt like they were following him with their eyes. It never occurred to him to look back to see if they were still there (maybe it would have been for the best).

When he reached the end of the path, he couldn't see anything around him; it was as if the forest had swallowed him up and left him trapped in a clearing. He saw only trees around him, mist, and complete darkness accompanied by the cawing of crows in the distance. Luke had no choice but to enter the tent.

— Hello?... Is anyone here?

He called out as he walked forward. The place looked old and dusty. There were some relics that looked more like they came from the Warrens' house or some obscure church than a fairground shop. He heard nothing; he only saw the dimly lit interior, the scent of incense and something else that made him nauseous.

— Come in, young visitor... — He heard a voice from beyond the grave. It was an old woman at the end of the shop, sitting in a worn armchair with a worm-eaten table in front of her. She held a deck of cards in her bony hands – I am the Fortune Teller. I can reveal many secrets of the future to you…

— Yes, of course – Luke said harshly – Do you have anything I can buy? Any trinket will do.

— I'm afraid I have nothing for sale – Her voice was gloomy and strange, paused by age (or as if she couldn't breathe and speak at the same time) – I can only read what the cards will say about you.

— That's bullshit – he said, turning around. He thought about picking something at random. It wasn't like the old woman could chase him anyway.

— Sometimes people are too cowardly to face their destiny.

She said with a low laugh. Luke narrowed his eyes and simply walked over to sit at the table.

— Let's get this over with.

— Fine, I admire your courage – She spread the deck on the table – You can take any card from here, the one that resonates best with you.

— Yeah, yeah. Fuck it, my card is the three of hearts or whatever – He selected one from the middle. The woman took the card, and a crooked smile formed on her lips.

— I was afraid you were picking the wrong deck, Luke Anderson.

— How the hell does you know my name? Did my friends pay you?

— Your card is... The Moon – she said, turning it over to reveal such an arcane card. As soon as he saw her, he felt something wasn't right – The Moon hides the truth beneath its glow. You may no longer know yourself when the reflection stares back… and yet, you will feel more you than ever before.

soul-controller

Interpreting Your Desires

“Whoa, what the fuck” I groggly say as I turn on the bathroom light to go take a piss. When I look in the mirror, I’m no longer met with my dorky visage, but rather the stunning features of my roommate Jeremy. I quickly shuffle into Jeremy’s bedroom to find it completely empty. Looking for a phone, I quickly grab it off of his nightstand and pace back into the bathroom. I watch as it springs to life and immediately opens due to his FaceID. Unable to believe what’s going on, I pull up the camera and turn on the front camera as I stare at the shocked expression plastered across Jeremy’s flawless face. Still in awe about how I’m no longer Toby, my old self, I take a selfie and stare at Jeremy’s body. Still trying to get used to my new body, I flex my large biceps and look at the tattoos and just think about how buff and masculine I look. While staring at my puffed out pecs, I recognize the tiny crystal perfectly settled within the valley of these enormous muscles and try to think about how this all happened.

I first met Jeremy on campus when he utilized my tutoring services to help him pass his general requirements in freshman year. For years now, I’ve had a crush on him, but the attraction has only grown the closer we got. Somehow, we’ve become close friends; so much so that we’re now rooming together for our senior year. Unfortunately for me, Jeremy is painfully straight, which is always made abundantly clear based on the constant female moans I always hear echoing through the walls. When it came time for me to come out to him, Jeremy surprised me by telling me he knew and didn’t mind the fact that I was gay. In fact, he even offered to be my wingman on Friday nights when we would go bouncing between the local gay club and straight bars. He was an awesome guy, but I wanted more than just his friendship, I wanted companionship. Luckily for me, last night was Jeremy’s birthday, so I knew it was the perfect opportunity to try and make him mine.

Due to my hopeless desire to be with him, I was willing to try anything, so I spent several weeks scouring the internet for weeks looking for various spells. Of course, nothing worked due to the fact that spells aren’t real, so I just continued searching for any glimmer of possibility of my fantasy being fulfilled. One late night, I eventually came across a website that was selling several enchanted items. Looking at the various possibilities, I found myself intensely drawn towards this two-piece crystal necklace set. When clicking the link, the website stated that when both the purchaser and the subject wear their corresponding necklace, their inner most desires will be fulfilled. Looking at the crystal charm on the necklace one more time, I decided to bite the bullet and send this random website my $59.99 + shipping just on the off-chance that my desires could actually come true.

“But bro, why am I Jeremy instead of him being my boyfriend…” I say out loud, quickly coming back to reality. Still not used to hearing his voice coming out of my mouth and also confused by my use of words like “bro”, my hands instinctively reach for my throat as my mind still gets confused trying to wrap my brain around it all. Curious about what happened to my body, I turn out of the bathroom and walk down the hallway, eventually finding myself outside my old room. Quickly knocking on the door, I wait until the door opens and I’m greeted to my old body.

“Whoa, how am I staring at myself” my old body cries out, the understandable state of shock spreading across his face. “Uh bro, I kind of ordered a magical necklace that said it would fulfill our inner desires. I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but I guess it worked…” I quickly say, watching as my old face tries to register what I just said. “So, what was your desire then?” I hear him say in his now higher voice. “Uh, well, I really liked you and wanted to be closer to you.” Toby’s face goes blank as he understands the whole reason of the necklace present and finally connects the dots. Somewhat afraid of the power the necklace seemingly has, Toby quickly took off his necklace and threw it across the room in fear. Still curious about why we swapped bodies instead of him just becoming gay and finding me attractive, I quickly ponder “Well, what was your desire then?”

His eyes quickly dart down as he tilts his head down in shame.

“Well, I kind of wished to be more like you. I always wished I was smarter like you and wasn’t such an idiot at school… I mean, I always felt so dumb next to you whenever you had to teach me about Psychology and math.” Toby says, which causes me to realize that his desire was what caused this. My obsession with Jeremy’s body and his desire to be smart like me just caused the necklaces to swap our bodies since that was the easiest fix. While thinking about our friendship, I struggle to remember any of my days as a tutor. In fact, thinking about tutoring only gives me memories of where I met Toby and he spent hours trying to teach me the simplest ideas. “Whoa, you really did take my intelligence bro.” I say, leaning against the doorway as I close my eyes and rub my head. I continue to try to force myself to think about my previous education. However, I struggle to pull up any information from the various classes I took in my old body. In fact, I stumble to even remember simple math problems as I think back to my high school days. When I begin to think about science and experiments, the only thing that comes to mind is various exercises and diet information such as portioning food and various diets to help me gain muscle.

Watching me in curiosity, Toby pulls his glasses down and stares as he heads over to his desk and pulls out his textbook. “Well, I suppose if I do have this newfound knowledge, I better take advantage of it!” He says as he grabs a notebook on the desk and begins working. “So like, you don’t want to swap back bro? What about your body?” I say, confused about how to proceed. His total acceptance of his situation has left me even more off-balance as I try to get adjusted to my new body. Toby turns to look at me before matter-of-factly saying “Well, I obviously loved my body since I spent so much time working on it. But, I do think it’s a no-brainer to sacrifice it to get all of this intelligence. Like, Jeremy, you had a full job lined up as Toby after graduating where you’d be making six figures. My old body had no aspirations other than working out and fucking nonstop.” He says with a light chuckle. I look at him in confusion as he smiles at me and asks “Are you happy with this?”

Thinking about his question, I begin to ponder if this is actually a blessing in disguise. I had no passion for that career Toby mentioned anyway, so I like the idea of having tons of possibilities in terms of what I can do after graduating. I mean, sure I’m a lot dumber and struggle in college, but at least it’s my senior year and I already helped Jeremy take the hard classes prior to the swap. So now, I can just cruise by with these last few classes and be free from the embarrassment of college learning. I start to smile as I imagine the possible paths my future can go now. I could become a personal trainer and help people get as buff as me, or I could even go harder with these gains and start professionally bodybuilding. “You know what, you’re right dude!” I say with a laugh. “This is fucking rad!” I continue as I start flexing my muscles and get turned on thinking about waking up as Jeremy every day. Toby looks up from his textbook and flashes a quick smile and says “Well, I’m glad it’s settled then”, before quickly diving back into his studies.

Ready to get out of this apartment and explore the town with my new body, I quickly turn around and head out of Toby’s room and towards my new room. I scan the room and pick up the various clothes strewn across the floor. Standing out to me, I quickly grab a light blue tank top and some shorts along with my phone. I run down the hallway with ease as my muscular body suffers no strain from the fast jog. I’ve had to run down the hallway multiple times when I was running late for classes, and in my old body, I was constantly out of breath with just that short distance. While running past Toby’s room, I quickly scream out to him, “See you later Toby, I’m going out!” As I get into the living room and start putting on my sneakers, I watch as his door opens as he quickly peeks his head out. He quickly says “Alright, see you later” and slams the door. I laugh and think happily about how great he feels with his new body. I didn’t expect him to take it so well, but I’m glad it didn’t lead to tons of drama. I mean, personally, I wouldn’t want to be stuck studying smart shit in those various textbooks all day, but if that’s what makes him happy, I’m glad I could help somehow. Happily thinking about how nice it is to be freed from my intelligence in exchange for this body, I hop into my car and speed off. It’s impossible to keep my tight shorts from tenting as I drive and keep thinking about how many of those twinks will be throwing themselves at me once I get to the gay club. I quickly pull out my phone and download Grindr. I snap a few pictures of my swole muscles and post one onto the new account, eager to see how many messages I can receive once I reach my destination.

I suppose Toby was right, we truly did get what we’ve always desired…

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What Simon Says Goes

Simon’s life indeed turned around the moment his power activated after one hell of a bender to celebrate his 21st birthday. He’s not necessarily the most sociable person, but he sure love to drink, which explained his quite visible beer belly despite not even graduating college yet. And when he’s drunk, that’s when he let his guard down and become more easier to interact with. Having conversation with strangers in bars has been his coping mechanism after spending most of his time keeping things to himself and being so lonely, but of course he has no idea that one of the strangers he talked to actually granted him a wish he said in his drunken stupor

“I don’t know man…..I wish whatever I said about myself or other people turned out to be true. I’m so tired affirming all this positive thing or quality into myself or putting believe in other people, but somehow it just didn’t come to fruition. Like “Oh I know you can make it,” I said to my friend before he competed, only for him to failed in like the earlier round. Or….,“Yes, I will start to get fit next year,” but then I broke my ankle. Fuck man, stop messing with me,“

So in the following morning, as he woke up due to the blaring alarm but too lazy to move, he grunted

“Just fucking go off will ya?”

And the alarm instantly went off, but he’s not too sober to be aware that the alarm stopped on its own rather than his hand turned it off.

“Well, isn’t that better?” He smiled as he closed his eyes back, trying to drift back to sleep. But then, the feeling inside his stomach started to build up and Simon instantly leaped out from his bed to go to the bathroom. He vomited a lot, and after flushing the whole thing, he looked at himself in the mirror

“Well, 21 huh? And still not a goddamn change,” he grabbed his face and then murmured “like shit, I look like a mess. When was the last time I went for a haircut? For God sake I wish my hair just be neat on its own,”

And much to his surprise, his messy mop of hair get cropped in instant to reveal a much neater hair. His eyes went wide

“Wait a damn minute…..oh….shit…..is th—-okay, uhhh……umhhh….maybe….uhhhh….I wish I am handsome????”

And then much to his delight, his face started to change right in front of his eyes. He could feel it from his hand that touched his face, his jawline got more defined, a more pronounced thick eyebrow that fits his much more intimidating eyes, his nose that narrowed down a little and got more definition, his teeth that became one set of perfectly lined white teeth with barely no stain, as if its cosmetically enhanced. He could still recognize himself, but the reflection certainlt showed a much more handsome version of himself. A version of him that kept his appearance.

“So…..should I say I wish first….or…hmmm….okay, let’s try without that…..like maybe…..Oh damn I have one heck of a deep voice,”

He feels this slight discomfort in his throat and then he speaks again

“Oh damn I *his eyes went wide with excitement* HAVE ONE HECK OF A DEEP VOICE,” he said in his deeper and definitely more fitting voice to his new look

15 minutes later, a much improved version of Simon appeared in the mirror, and he cannot help but smiled confidently

That day, he didn’t attend his class. Instead, he tried to understand his body and all of the changes that happened a bit more. So he stayed in his dorm and started to reflect on the whirlwind of changes that hit him. First, his mind. It all seemed normal, like, everything felt original. But the scrawny image of himself excelling his Math classes or led his high school debate team to countless victory altered to the younger version of this particular hottie. It’s like, everything remained the same only this time he was hot. Like…..he was bullied still in high school but he was even hotter than the jocks that bullied him.

“Well….that wouldn’t make any sense huh? Funny looking memory when I was literally the coolest kid in high school and everyone adored me,”

And soon those flashes of memories changed to fit his narrative. Without he realized, his posture improved and he got this budding confidence within him.

“And well, it just didn’t make any sense if the prom king got bullied, right? As I said, everyone. adores. me, including my boyfriend back then, Jackson,”

Memories of them having sex in Jackson’s bedroom, his bedroom, in the locker room, and all other places rushed like a floodgate and blood definitely rushed to fill his dick at the same time. That’s when Simon made eye contact with his new dick

“Well it can definitely get bigger. Say…..8 inches soft,”

The wish instantly manifested in reality as his stiff 6 inches flopped down as it no longer erect yet it grows longer and longer. Simon made various expression during the slow yet steady growth of his member as euphoric sensation felt all over his body.

Eventually, his penis settled in at 10.5 inches, hard and already leaking drops, which caused him to lick his lips. He scooped the clear sticky liquid with his fingers and give it a taste

“Yum, like a cotton candy and vanilla,” and in instance, the semen aftertaste left hint of vanilla and cotton candy rather than it’s usual slight sweet and tang he familiar with

“No wonder Jackson always asked for me to throatfucked him, I tasted amazing. And yet, such good fucks he gave me, too bad he bored me. After all, long distance hardly work,” he said with a sneer, feeling so great being the author of his own life and making it as best as he could be

He jacked himself more furiously as there’s this whole episode of him making out during the summer after graduation with the fit track king, followed by a break due to the semester in uni kicked in while both boys studied in different state, and then this intense December-January sexcapade during the cold winter times in their hometown. But then, the following summer break, the two of them were over as Simon got bored with only sexting and Jackson couldn’t make his time to visit Simon. That flashes of image of him sending message to Jackson that everything is over eventually caused him to erupt, the idea of dumping the track star really made him feel powerful

He improved more and more thing in his life as the time went by. As he graduated, he wished for a job. He wished for his tasks to be finished right away when he felt like too lazy to worked on it and it would always please his boss, per his wishes. He wished to get a promotion just in his first year. He wished that everyone in his office admired him. Life literally became a cakewalk for Simon. But, he’s not free of guilt either. For example, the Jackson wish turned out to create some ripple to the future timeline memories like this episode of him dumping Jackson, putting Jackson into a self-destructive spiral that ended his collegiate career as track athlete. All because his improperly worded wish with the “then boyfriend,” phrase. Seeing that effect from his wish, he put a halt on making more changes to the past and keep it to the current timeline.

But when everything has been so easy, you expect no hardship at all so it caused Simon to be too dependent on the wishes even to solve the most mundane issue. For example, he was so pissed that one day after his work that his toilet in the apartment clogged, Simon wished for “a bathroom in par with 5 stars hotel that never has any problem,” and in instance, his bathroom decorations altered to fit what would be seen in Hilton or Ritz, as if his bathroom previously wasn’t already decent enough, and everything seemed so pristine and well-taken care

And from that bathroom wish, the scale only got bigger from then on. Better apartment, which turned into a loft near the financial district in New York. Better ride, which caused a sport car appeared to be under his possession.

A summer home, which spilled over to owning his own boat. He’s tempted to ask for a party cruise, but he stopped himself as he realized the amount of wishes he made for the past few months and not like he felt the need to have a cruise on his own……yet

Simon couldn’t lie that he enjoyed his reformed lifestyle. Everything he says, goes, and nothing surprises him anymore, except that he felt lonely and actually wanted another people to share this glorious blessing with, which led him to his most selfish wishes to date

Simon’s never wished to have his roommate gone, but when he wished for a better living arrangement, the wish-granter, whoever it was, somehow interpreted it as in living all by himself in an apartment of his own and not in some flat with 2 roommates. And ever since then, he didn’t even bother to check on them because they seemingly faded away from this new reality he built. But one particular day, he paid his old flat a visit as the address still exist and when his roommate opened the door, surprised to see a very hot stranger standing in front of his door, Simon said,

“You will let me in and you will sit on the couch and listen to me obediently,”

Not even 5 minutes later and his roommate Alfred already turned into Fred, another equally hot stud and Simon’s obedient boyfriend

Mid-kissing, the other roommate walked in but Simon instantly fired his wish, turning Bernie into Manny, the couple’s older personal trainer and occasional threesome pairings.

Life became so fruitful and much more fun when he got companion by his side, and they even gave him an interesting idea

“Why don’t we make people’s wish came true? You can wish for them, right? We just need to make them oblivious to the change afterwards, how’s that sound? Making more and more beautiful people sounds fun, don’t you think?

"That’s actually a good idea,”

But well…..Simon should be more careful about granting’s people wish. His downfall started when he spent his days with Manny in Manny’s flat. Manny got this findom thing went on for some times and there was a sub actually coming for a one-on-one foot worshipping session to his flat.

“I wanna surprise him with two alphas instead of one. He’s been quite an obsessive sub, he probably handed me 20k already in just a month. And maybe you can also grant a wish,”

Simon didn’t think much about it. The past few months, he’s been granting wishes left and right and nothing went bad. So this time should went on like a routine. The sub Manny talked about looked rather weathered when he arrived. Late 30s, early 40s balding man with a body that reminisced Simon of his old body, but this one certainly got more pounds than the old him. He seemed anxious…..a little uncertain about the arrangement yet he went on to enter Manny’s flat.

Everything went accordingly to what Manny set the night to be, and Simon just followed along playing this whole dom thing to the sub that Manny seemed to enjoy.

“Probably this is his way compensating those days when I shown him that I’m the one in charge of our relationship. Dominating bunch of weakling to heal his wounded ego,” Simon thought to himself while having the sub massaging his feet while licking and sniffing Manny’s

But Simon didn’t see it coming when the incoming sub, mid-worship session when being asked about his deepest desire, answered that he wanted to be able to easily influence people to agree with what he asked or asserted.

And Simon, without thinking, said to the sub

“You certainly got no problem influencing people. You just need to say it more out loud and believe in yourself that people might agree with you. Like, what’s on your mind right now? Do you wanna do something?

"Well….I’m tired licking and massaging both of yours feet. I’m actually asking for one-on-one because I’m curious to eat Manny’s ass and have a go to physically explore his whole body, well, includes you now,” said the sub to Simon, a little hesitant but well…..in a dom-sub relationship, as long as the Alpha gave a pass already, it shoud be safe

“Well….you just need to say it,”

And in instance, both Simon and Manny stood up from their seat, dragged their jeans down and exposed their ass much to the shock of the sub.

“Is this serious?”

“Yeah, come on, just eat our ass, will ya?”

What started as ass-rimming session turned into full-blown fucking as the sub managed to convince the much older Manny to be fucked from both ends by the sub and Simon.

The sub left Manny’s flat thinking that it was all roleplay on Simon’s and Manny’s part. But when everyone started to agree with what he said and even blindlessly following what he said even days after the sex encounter, that’s when he realized that Simon clearly got something going on as things started to turn around after he granted his wish that he could easily influence people. And that brings us to today

“Well Simon, as a way to thank you for making me hot as fuck, what do you think of worshipping my glorious body?”

Simon obliged and bowed his forehead to the floor, then he started to worship John from his size 14, hairy feet by giving it a kiss while his hand massaged John’s strong column of legs. Above the kneeling Simon, John smirked, for him, this is just the start of his new life and with someone as powerful as Simon under his influence, nothing can stop him.

verus-veritas

Adjusting To His New Reality

There’s just something so incredibly erotic yet wrong to be licking and tasting his jock neighbor’s armpits, Finneas thought to himself. Not that he had any plans of ever stopping the worship of his new body. His asshole of a neighbor had not only been a huge pain in his ass since his wealthy parents moved in next door, but also quickly become the object of his desires.

Now, the Chronivac had completely erased his old body and life from existence, and quickly transferred all that belonged to the former jock to him. His accumulated wealth, his perfect fit body… even his dank messy room…

Gone were the posters of video games and music groups, replaced by pictures of body builders, cars, and busty blonde women. His music instruments, his closet, now being fully replaced by work out equipment and work out clothes instead.

Surprisingly yet fortunately though, only his room had been affected. Stepping outside showed his normal house, and downstairs his parents were still as kind and humble as before, even though their pockets were now overflown with cash.

And as he would later find out, everyone now recognized him as Finneas, the rich jock. Part of the school orchestra, but also a main player in the school’s football team. Loved, respected, and lusted by literally everyone.

For now though, he just wanted to play with himself. Feel, smell, and taste what his new perfect body had to offer. Maybe he’d even invite the hot straight QB over to help him worship his body. After all, with the Chronivac in his hand… anything was possible…

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Among Us: Pilot

This story is written based on the request and collaboration with @bodstart

Another boring day on the diner, and after that 2 lawyer finished with their conversation, we’re going to close. I’ve worked here for the past 3 years and the only thing that interest me in this place is when some douche jock ends up get drunk and I have to escort them out from the place before any problem happen. Sometimes, I got to grope at their muscles and even took a whiff of their musk but it rarely happened since most of the guys that come here is highly tolerant with alcohol or not even drinking at all. I mean, it’s a diner, not a nightclub or something.

“Lewis, bring the trash to the dumpster, those lawyer’s has no trash in their plate,” said my boss, Jan. He’s coming from Europe, I don’t exactly know the country, it’s quite hard to spell

I grab the 2 huge bag filled with leftover, those hobo will be grateful to eat this, I thought as I make my way out from the kitchen. The dumpster is not really far, it’s in the end of the alley, but it’s quite dark there but weirdly, the dumpster is glowing today. When I get closer to the dumpster, there’s this weird, see-through, glowing liquid laid in front of the dumpster. Is it a brand new type of moss? Weird thrash? I can’t be sure, but it seems like it’s wiggling, like a living thing. I kneel down and poke the liquid that laid in front of the dumpster and suddenly I feel sparks running all over my body, like I somehow connected with this weird ooze. Absurd images started to bombarding my mind and that’s when I realize, the ooze is an alien! Instead of stepping back or run away like what most people will do, I’m fascinated. Damn, this night is not so boring after all. The touch from my hand make the alien moving uncontrollably and several seconds later, the ooze formed into the exact replica of me, but it’s see through, like my body is transparent and fully made out of water. The alien is back to its original form and out of nowhere I heard this voice

“I’m Kellanreitvrez. Please…..help me….I can’t stay too long exposed to your world’s air,”

I checked around and find no one. I stared at the alien, well it has no mouth so definitely it’s not from it, but then the voice is back again on my mind. It says

“I’m the one who talk to you, human. I am, the ooze in front of you,”

Fuck yeah, this little alien helped me to do some X-Man shit! I just did a goddamn telepathic conversation with an alien, how out of this world it sounds, eh?

“Oh hey there! I’m Lewis, if you’re asking. What can I do for you, Kel….lanreit….vrez?”

“Find me a vessel……I need to be inside a human body to stay alive,” said the alien

Inside a human body? Is this some kind of world invasion? I want to just walk away, leaving the alien dead behind but I see it’s shaking and the glow start to dim slowly yet surely. What a poor thing

“Umh Kel….lan..reit…..you know what, I’ll call you Kellan. I’m going to help you but promise me that you won’t kill me, okay? Cause I know you’ve some crazy shit beneath your sleeve,”

I start to search for a container to put Kellan by climbing into the dumpster but out of nowhere, Kellan is climbing into my leg and I can feel it, it latches itself into my leg! I beat the shit out of it, trying my best to pulled him away but it’s too sticky, like he latched himself with power glue to my leg. I struggled to release its tight grip, battling inside a dumpster and messed up the trashes there before it finally released its grip. I instantly jump from the dumpster and run yet the voice come back again into my mind

“No…..please…..I’m sorry…..I’m not going to make you into my vessel…….please help me……Lewis,” the voice sounded so weak, I stop mid-track and stare at the dumpster again

Despite my fear over it, I ask him again

“Promise you won’t do any shit to me?”

“Promise,”

I found a plastic cup from nearby fast food restaurant and put it inside there for a while.

I guess I spent way too much time because my boss and the waitress already leave me. I go back to the kitchen and find a sticky note from my boss

“You close the diner for tonight,”

I walk out from the kitchen and go behind the cashier. There’s only one guy left, he is a regular here named Vince. He is a lawyer and almost every week, he’ll visit this place with his fellow lawyer and best friend, Mark, spending hours talking about everything. He is hot and I put a crush on him, but a lawyer like Vince is not interested to low class worker like I am, even though a lot of people said I’m not that bad looking either

He’s also straight so there’s totally 0% that I can hook up with him. Then, I remember about Kellan. I check on his condition, a quarter of his body is already dead, I should assume, because it’s not glowing anymore and its body is not really glowing. I stare at Vince who is still smoking in his seat while trying to finish his last cup of coffee, then an idea run into my mind. I grab the coffee pot, throw Kellan inside and then make my way to Vince. Kellan’s body perfectly covered in the black coffee, finger cross Vince wouldn’t notice it. Then, I ask Vince

“Yo, Vince, wanna get some more coffee?”

“Umh……sure, why not?”

I poured the coffee right to his cup and then he smiled to me, “Thanks, diner boy” he said, as I make my way back behind the cashier. I watch with full anticipation, wishing him to down the coffee before it’s too late. Then, I heard Vince gurgled and coughing

“What happen Vince?”

“No….nothing…..it’s just…..the coffee…..I don’t know, it’s…….weird, like there’s something that chokes….ungh…..my throat, “ he said to me, sweat started to pour all over his body like he just finished a set of workout. Is this how Kellan work? I wish it is and not because our coffee is poisonous or anything, because I’m surely going to jail if Vince died because our coffee. He cracked his neck several times and then close his eyes for a moment before he opens it again, this time he directly stare at me. Then, he said

“It works…..” he said with low, neutral tone, almost lifeless, I’ve to said

I stare in awe at what just happen right in front of my very eyes, an alien just possessed a human being. I said to him

“Try to give some life to its voice, you know, you sounded off,” I said, trying to hold my excitement and helping him to adjust himself inside Vince. He gurgled and groaned for a while before saying

“Better now?”

Fuck, he’s perfectly mimicking Vince’s deep voice.

“Perfect. Glad you’re fit in,” I replied to him, slightly blushing. This is such a turn-on for me, a hunk under the control of an alien and it can force him to do things that he won’t normally do. I’m starting to think some stuff in my mind, like Kellan use Vince’s body to do some shit the real Vince wouldn’t do, acting very different from the real one yet can pulled off Vince’s signature traits perfectly at the same time, fooling people around him…..gosh my mind goes wild

Vince breaks the silence by grabbing my crotch and said,

“I can read mind, you know? And I know how bad you want to be with him,” he said, keep rubbing my pants that start bulging and my face suddenly turned red. He can read my mind so I tried my best to cover-up my kinky fetishes by thinking about other thing to distract my mind

“What’s up with the pony? And the sheep? Are you working in farm? Cause I know someone in here have a bull-sized cock that need to be taken care of,” he said, now rubbing his dress pants. He pulled me to sit down next to him in the stool and then he whispered again

“You know, I’ve been thinking dirty for the past 10 minutes too……*he inhaled his warm tobacco-smelled breath right to my neck and ear*, but you seems like not interested, or too afraid to take the chance. Maybe I should leave now, thanks for the body, and here, keep the tip,” he said while standing up and putting several twenty dollar bills in the table.

I stared at his defined back covered in suit. Am I really going to let him go just like that? Well, after all I did to save his life, several dollar bills is definitely not worth it. Before he leaves the diner, I grabbed his back and then he stares at me, smiling with Vince perfect smile

“I know you can’t hold it. C’mon, consider this as your reward. It’s not like you can hook-up with rich and educated guys like me all the time,” said Kellan with all Vince’s posh yet cocky swaggerness. This alien really did a great job as Vince, I thought. He smiled back and said

“I latch myself to his brain, making me able to pull off the most perfect impression as him, diner boy,” he said to me with seductive tone and emphasizing the word diner boy, just like the real Vince

I turned the sign from open to close and then shut all the window, avoiding our upcoming sex become some kind of public attraction for passerby. He shouted at me

“C’mon diner boy, this offer won’t last forever,” he said to me, opening his suit and let his white shirt that soaked with sweat perfectly outlining his body

After making sure everything is safe, I told him to lay on the stool and then I kneel right in front of his shoes, starting it from the bottom. Opening his black shiny shoes, I instantly welcomed by pungent smell created by his black ankle-high socks. I expertly bite the socks, tasting it while occasionally whiff my nose to it before I throw it to the other side. Now, with the source of the smell right in front of my eyes, I hungrily lapped on his feet

“You really are craving for men’s funk, aren’t you? Keep eating it, diner boy, eat it like there’s no more chance like this,” he said to me, enjoying the tickling sensation from my tongue lapped his feet

Then, he said to me

“Oh God……Vince really hate you, you know, he thinks that you’re a nasty fag, are you a nasty fag, Lewis?”

I nodded in agreement. I know how straight he is so being considered as nasty or disgusting by him is no shock for me, but I know Kellan is inside him so I’ll be fine. I played along with his strong thighs before skipping on his crotch, that’s for dessert, and heading for his chest that covered slightly with dust of hair. I stripped him off from his clothes as I laid on top of him, my body pressing his, mixing our scent. He groaned softly as I licked his neck and cupped his hairy pecs with my both hand. But then, I can sense something moving underneath as he takes a whiff of my hair

“Damn, you just did everything he hate you know ahahahaha. Pressing your dirty, blue-collar body on his expensive, tailored clothes and forcing him to smell your hair, but hell yeah, with me inside, I can basically control this body to be aroused with it. I can sense some hardwork simply by take a whiff of you, Lewis,”

I cheekishly laugh as Vince’s snake-like dick keep going longer and longer, but as I said, that’s for dessert no matter how tempting it is. He seems like reading my mind as he lift both of his arms and then let me accessing his armpit. It’s not really bushy and ripe, but that’s perfect for me, as long as it taste great. I continued to lick his body, now moving downward to his abdominal muscle. He shivered and tensed because it seems like I touched Vince’s sweet spot but then he said

“Stop licking there…..he has a trauma from that area,”

I sneakily lick the abs line once again and all in a sudden, he hit my head hard

“DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND ME, FAGGOT? I SAID STOP!” he furiously yelled at me as he changes his position to sit down on the seat and making me fall under the table. I’m shocked…..did he really do that? Is Kellan to weak and now Vince already takeover his body again? I started to tremble yet my dick become rigid as fuck because of his sudden authoritative attitude, but then he smiled to me and said

“That’s just an act, you know? To make it more realistic. Wanna roll on with that?”

I’m excited at what he offered and I nodded with excitement as he takes off his dress pants and then force me to gag on his cock. He brutally face-fucking me with his 8.5” dick before releasing his warm load right to my throat. I eagerly eating the whole cum and he smiled at me

“Cum dump……that’s the word….you’re a cum dump,”

I licked the cum from my lips and gulped it, it’s very sticky and quite bitter to my taste, well a heavy coffee drinker like him, no wonder his cum is slightly bitter, but I can also sense the hint of sweet in his cum that I like. I stand up and sit next to him, trying to digest all of the thing that just happen in the past hours. I laid my head on his chest and then he said

“It’s 1 AM. Want me to help you clean out the mess?”

I just realized the mess that me and Vince created in this stool so he helped me to clean the stool and close the diner. We clean ourselves afterward, trying our best to cover up the smell of sex from our body before we head home. He kindly offered me to sleep in his apartment and of course I jump into the chance, it’s not that often I can stay in some fancy apartment. Without Kellan inside, I bet such opportunity won’t be exist. On our way to his apartment, he told me the reason why he went to Earth, the war that happened on his home planet and their civilization and it all sounds so amusing to me, to finally know that we’re not alone in this vast universe. We enter the elevator that will lead us to the floor where his room located and to break the silence, I asked him

“What’s your plan tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, job maybe,”

He put his finger in front of his lips and than using his telepathic ability to tell me that there’s a CCTV so he should act normally and cannot risk his identity to be revealed. He fixed his tie and then the elevator stop at 11th floor. It’s 2 AM already, the sex we just had in the diner is just too much so I think that tonight is finally come to an end, but the moment I close the door, not even having time to be amazed with the fancy and modern decoration Vince capable to afford of, he instantly pinned me to the door and said

“I’m not yet tasting your cum yet, Lewis. The night is still long from over,”

I wish I can wake up on time tomorrow morning……..

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I have a neighbor named Allie and just recently her boyfriend moved in to live together with her. Let’s just say I instantly got hooked the moment I saw this bad boy because I never expect Allie like this type of guy.

He always hang around the places as Allie is the one who works hard between them while this motherfucker just played around with his camera that somehow I’m pretty sure given by Allie, blasting music loudly and invited some friends of his for some bro time that usually filled with watching porn on TV, smoking weed together or just casual bro-ish stuff, again, while Allie is working her ass off.

That was when the sun was up. When the sun was down and Allie arrived at their room, they fuck around silly for some solid hour before Allie went to take a bath while he usually lit his joint and smoke like a fuckin’ chimney in their room balcony while calling some friends, and not rare it was some chicks that he shamelessly flirted with. I even caught him once bringing another girl to the apartment and he just smirked at me and put his finger in front of his mouth as his hand circled around the neck of this girl who let out this screechy ass voice minutes afterward. I really hate him because of that because what an ungrateful son of a bitch he is to do that to Allie and that’s why I decided to step in.

Allie worked until late this particular night after what I heard them discussed this morning and I could heard his boyfriend’s yawn and then followed by a click of light, that was my cue to start my incantation. As my soul eventually separated from my body, I travelled to Allie’s room and witnessed this punk sleeping soundly, comfortable in the bed and all facilities provided by his girlfriend

I licked my lips before directly lunged into his body as his eyes shot open due to the shock of my movement. He wriggled and cursed under his breath as I filled limbs after limbs and much to his horror, all his hand and feet start moving without him told to as I took full control of it. His body freezes as I travelles upwards to his neck and he scremed wildly for help as he must be feeling myself travelled past his throat. As his lips fell under my control, I pulled out a smirk as I know this battle would be over and without have to wait for that long, I eventually have full control of his body, from head to toe and I directly jumped to see my reflection in the mirror. Much to my satisfaction, this body certainly is hot and with me inside, I’m pretty sure I can be a better boyfriend for Allie compared to him. His memory slowly but surely build within me and I cannot help but smiled as this boy really have a fuckin’ conquest all over the city, fucking like rabbits with anyone hot enough for him. His memory manages to make me people kinky and I cannot help but to pull off his kinkiest face when he tried to fool around with the ladies

Well, I wouldn’t fuck senselessly everyday like him but of course with a look this hot, why waste it on one girl when you can have many? Besides thots only want one night stand, Allie still my main girl and will forever be, just like his thoughts. I decided to go back to sleep because I don’t want to confront Allie without his memory fully restored

As the morning sun’s come through, I can feel some weight next to me and that’s when I saw Allie at her prettiest form, the sun grazed her face as she smiled and purred

“Morning babe,”

I pulled him into a tight hug as the start of my new life begins today

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Cambios del destino: Joaquín

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Nunca me imaginé llegar a tener este poder. Si alguien me hubiera dicho que mis palabras, mis pensamientos, e incluso mis dudas, podían torcer la realidad como ramas en una tormenta le habría soltado una carcajada incrédula. Pero aquí estoy, confundido, intimidado, feliz, contemplando como un muchacho que anteriormente tenía una lúgubre mirada apagada ahora se yergue con una cruel fuerza que antes no poseía. Sé que con esto que les digo probablemente estén llenos de dudas, algunos tal vez hasta piensen que estoy loco, y no los culpo de que así sea, pero para entenderlo mejor les contaré cómo empezó todo...

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Death Trap

I really hated my boyfriend’s motorbike. I asked him repeatedly to get rid of it, because it’s such a death trap, but he wouldn’t listen and told me to stop asking. I realised I would have to make him make the decision to get rid of it, since he immediately shuts down the conversation whenever I bring it up.

I bought a wishing candle from a random store. The idea is that you light the candle, make a wish and blow it out. a bit like a birthday candle. I wished that my boyfriend had my fear or motorbikes, hoping that that would convince him to stop. Unfortunately, my wording was a little ambiguous, as it seems he indeed got my fear, but as a result, I got his passion.

The next day I was itching to give it a go. It was so unlike me to be such a risk taker, but I felt compelled to do so. I managed to sneak out with my boyfriends leathers and head to the garage. Alas the leather were a bit too big for me, so I made another wish that the fit me well. Again, I expected them to shrink, but I grew!

I took the bike out, revving the engine loudly as I set off. Man, it felt so good. I felt so alive and I just wanted to go faster and faster. I drove around aimlessly for a while, managing to find a nice curving, mountainous road, with sharp curving corners - the adrenaline rush of speeding towards the corners was unreal. I was hooked. Eventually, I decided to turn around a speed off home. My boyfriend was waiting for me on the drive as I look off my sweaty gear.

“Where have you been? I have been worried sick!” He was noticeably agitated. And somehow looked a little like I did. Kind of skinny and short, a little on the geeky side. I immediately got angry with him. I had one of the best days of my life and all this fucker can do is whinge. I guess he just doesn’t understand the power of the bike anymore, and yet I totally understand why he loved it so much. Sucks for him that he’s just a scared little fucker now.

“Listen” I told him calmly, perhaps with a heavy dose of arrogance “If I had to choose between you and the bike, I’d choose the bike every time, so let’s stop nagging me about it, okay?”

I can’t wait to get back out there tomorrow.

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I’m still not 100% sure about this, I said to myself as I reflected my new muscles in the mirror that I was in the bed where I had slept tonight, although the truth is that I can not complain about the service, I put my nose to one of my armpits that looked freshly shaved and I sucked as hard as I could, shit smelled so good, I needed a vacation, I had earned it after all so the company I work for gave me a couple of days off and some hotel discounts 5 stars so that I could relax on my vacation, when the first day came I really wanted to try the massages, go to the spa, spend hours and hours in the jacuzzi, however it seemed like a waste to spend the whole day in the hotel so I installed an app for tourists that they promote on the plane they arrive on.

so I put my suitcases on the ground and I started installing the app that promised a totally immersive experience in Indonesian culture, I put my information on how long I was traveling and everything I wanted to see and do, I took a photo of myself. Which one seemed strange to me and a message appeared on the screen “looking for a partner” Partner? Surely it must be a guide app, I said while taking my clothes out of my suitcase to put them in the closet of the hotel room, after a few minutes the phone made a sound similar to when I opened the app, I took the phone in my hands I had found a partner, as with my communication all his data on the screen, that must have been a red flag for me but I went ahead and confirmed my partner, his name was Hisyam, a 26-year-old native man who worked in a supermarket local with a hobby to keep his body in shape, but despite the strange thing about the app I did it my “partner” in the app a countdown appeared 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

and suddenly a bright blinding flash appeared on my phone which made me close my eyes, my ears started ringing and my body went numb, I don’t know exactly what happened but when I realized it I heard that boy we had swapped bodies And now he is in my room 5 stars and I see myself in his room at his parents’ house.

Now I’m trapped in this guy’s body all my vacations, and it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to go to work and then go to the gym, I only have time for myself and while he’s in that 5-star hotel enjoying himself. the massages and the spa, but at least I can enjoy this body at night, as long as I don’t wake his parents with my moans or my parents whatever.

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Experiences for tourists 2

7 AM Mexico City

"-¡HEY JOSE APURATE! TENEMOS QUE TERMINAR ESTA PARED HOY Y EL PATRON VENDRÁ A REVISAR LA OBRA MAS TARDE! ¿QUÉ TE PASA? ESTÁS MUY LENTO HOY ¿SIGUES CRUDO?- "

-HEY JOSE HURRY UP! WE HAVE TO FINISH THIS WALL TODAY AND THE LANDLORD WILL COME TO CHECK THE WORK LATER! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU' YOU ARE VERY SLOW TODAY! STILL HANGOVER?-

I'm thinking that the travel agency scammed me with the "Experience for tourists" service, the worst thing is that I pay everything in advance and I don't think there will be a refund, much less than that boy wants to return my life to me in a couple more days.

The brochure said, “live the true life of a foreigner!” I thought that I would stay in the house of some family and they would give me a tour of Mexico City, but what really happened is that when I arrived at my hotel, those from the travel agency exchanged my body with Jose, a Mexican man from 27 years old at first I thought it was great to be young and handsome again but the reality is that I don't have time to visit the city or have fun.

It's so weird to be "Jose" as much as I try to practice my new brain only thinks in Spanish and songs in my native language are too confusing for me now, it's easier for me to speak and think in Spanish, I have to admit that little by little I am feeling more comfortable in my new life and I am not thinking of myself as that old white man who came from abroad to spend his vacations.

I get up at 6 AM to have eggs with tortillas for breakfast and take the bus to work for 12 hours as a worker, I end up so sweaty, stinky, and tired that I have no desire to visit the pyramids or go to a disco to have fun, I just I sit on the couch in my little house having a couple of beers and watching football until I'm completely drunk and fall asleep.

Tomorrow is my day off so I'll finally have time to take some of the walks I had planned on my vacation, although with the shitty salary I have now I don't think I can do everything I want, and while I hurt my back carrying cement and bricks the real José must be in my body right now enjoying my life savings.

"-Lo siento Raul, Creo que ayer tome demasiada cerveza y no me siento yo mismo ahora-"

-I'm sorry Raul, I think I drank too much beer yesterday and I don't feel like myself now-

A couple of days ago I got a text from the real Jose telling me he'd give me a couple of bucks if I let him fuck me in the ass, maybe I should accept hopefully I'll be able to sleep in the 5-star hotel I book and swim in the pool Maybe Jose will also buy me a drink after filling my brown ass with semen.

Anyway, I still have to work another 5 hours and if I don't hurry the boss could fire me and the landlord has been bothering me every day saying that I still have to pay the month that Jose owes rent.

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Now I am a broke college guy

It was weird, one day I am doing my normal job and life and the next day I am back to being a broke college student who works at a Starbucks.

Let's Start from the beginning, I drive to work every weekday like normal. The commute is only 15 min but I like to get some Starbucks usually 2-3 times a week, and maybe once on the weekends. Most days I go through the drive through and get my order, Venti Iced White Mocha. This cute Barista named Sam is always there and I thought he was flirting with me a lot but I was bad at noticing.

Now I am decent looking, standing at 6ft with a beer belly from years of office work and drinking on weekends. Every other weekend I head to the gay bars, hang with a few friends, drink, sometimes dance, and normally head home alone. Well One weekend this guy bumped into me at the club and he said sorry, he then say oh hey I know you.

It was Sam, he was looking great in his skinny jeans and crop top, he was around 5'7" so little shorter than I am but really skinny and adorable. After a bit we started chatting more and I told him that my friend had taken off because he had an early morning tomorrow but I was hanging out for a little bit longer before I headed home. He offered to buy me a drink and asked if I wanted to dance with him.

We danced and drank for hours, he was so sweet and I was enjoying myself. At the end of the night we decided to head back to our homes. We exchanged numbers and he texted as soon as we got in our Uber's.

I awoke the next day and had a text from him already, he told me he had a fantastic time and if I would be down maybe go out again sometime. I asked about today and he said yesterday was his day off he worked today at Starbucks. I asked if he would mind if I came in to get some coffee and maybe he can take a break and we can hang out for a minute.

I showed up and he had my drink already made and waiting. We sat at a table by the window and just talked, he told me about how he was in college getting his degree in journalism and marketing. He asked what I do for work and I told him I work for an Advertising company and was the Sr VP. He lit up and said it was fate we met, and kept asking me questions on my work and life.

After a while we parted ways and I went home to relax since its Saturday. I started in cleaning around the house and then put on some random stuff on netflix to watch while I was thinking what to make for my dinner. My phone went off and It was Sam, "Hey Jay, was seeing maybe if you want to hang out tonight, maybe some dinner?"

I texted back saying he was welcome to join me at home, i was making some dinner right then. He agreed and asked if I wanted him to bring anything. I told him just to bring himself at 6pm.

I made a chicken parmesan with some veggies for the sides, nothing too crazy. I heard a knock at the door, I ran over and opened it to see Sam standing there with a bottle of Wine. We hugged and I said this would go great with the meal.

During dinner we talked and laughed, we started drinking a lot. Sam said he was so envious of my life and how handsome I was. I told him that once he finished college I could probably help him in the field depending what he wanted to do.

We sat on the couch and Sam asked if he could see how a week in my life was. I looked at him puzzled and asked what he meant. He said he had a way for us to trade places, basically he would be in my body and I would be in his. I laughed and told him that doesn't exist, and said why would you give up your life.

He told me he wanted to be older and taller along with having a career then people wouldn't look down at him like a dumb young twink in college. I asked him how it worked, he showed me this computer and 2 devices that looked like fancy VR headsets and a bunch of electrodes. Apparently he got this machine from his college after trading with a guy to help him take a test. He said we put the headsets on after attaching the electrodes to parts of our body. Some went on our hands, our chests, and then one attached to our dicks. I was confused but turned on while the drinks were kicking in. I told him a week in our lives but we don't know how to do the others stuff.

He explained that we get a basic copy of the others knowledge, it would be enough for us to know others jobs and lives and even memories of certain things. I agreed and we stripped naked and put on the devices. He got on his knees and started giving me a bj and it felt amazing. He then slid the device over my cock which was pulsing and vibrating.

After seeing him naked I was just so turned on, he went over to the machine and pushed a few things and it felt like a huge shock on me. My vision was going blurry and I was feeling like I was just weightless. Then I felt a pulling sensation where I was feeling like I was being pulled out from my body from what felt like my penis.

I passed out shortly after and just remember that I was then pulled into something at the end before it all went blank.

The next day I awoke being on my couch under a blanket naked. I jumped up and quickly noticed I was smaller and it was Sam's body and cock hard as a rock. I started feeling all over and was taken back by how horny his body was. I mean Sam was only 23 and I was 33 so 10 years isn't that much different.

I heard a commotion coming from the room and then saw me walk out. He ran up and said it worked and he didn't want to wake me up since it takes a lot out of someone. We agreed to meet back up on Sunday next week but to talk to each other everyday and help the other get settled. I went to the bathroom and quickly snapped a pic of my body in this thong I was now wearing.

I couldn't believe how cute I am now. I finished getting dressed then headed back to my apartment so I can get the full experience. Sam said that his life is nothing like mine but I quickly learned that he was a broke college student paying his bills from working at Starbucks. I got home and saw his roommate Nick. Nick didn't even notice anything different, we talked about classes and how monday will suck.

Once I got in his room I was just looking at all his clothes and could believe I was him. Sam's phone went off, it was a guy named Keith asking if he was free tonight and wanted to come over for a quickie.

I quickly saw my new penis get hard and knew this was his fuckbuddy. I answered yes and threw on a jockstrap and some tight shorts and shirt.

Keith swung the door open and pulled me in, he was saying he was stressed and needed my help to get his stress down. He stripped himself and I followed suit but he said leave the jock on. He didn't wait for anything and flipped me around and went in dry. He fucked rough and I was almost in pain at first then it turned to pleasure. I loved the motion and how it felt on my new ass. I reached down and started jerking myself off while he fucked me hard, i came quickly because of the amount of pleasure I was feeling. Keith show inside me and I felt it was a big load. He then cleaned himself up and threw me my clothes and said thank you he needed it. He handed me a hundred bucks and pushed me out as soon as I had some clothes on.

Wait was Sam getting paid for sex? Weird.

Monday came and went and his classes were definitely not easy, I was struggling even with my own knowledge. I got a message from Sam saying he was enjoying my life and body, checking how I was doing. I told him I was doing great and enjoying it all.

During the weekend we decided to go out and see whats its like to be single and gay in the others lives. I was hit on by so many guys and couldn't believe it. I ran into Keith and he smile and said if I had time he can meet me in his car for a minute. Right away he said he wanted a quick fuck and I agreed, not sure if its what Sam would have done but I am in control now. He gave me another hundred after and said see you soon.

I noticed how many free drinks I now get being Sam, I was shocked on how many horny guys just buy me drinks for being half naked and dancing around at the bar.

Sunday came and Sam texted asking to come over so we can chat about the week. I just got off from Starbucks working a long day but I had some cute jeans and a jockstrap on, wore one everyday.

I walked in and he asked if I was liking his old life, I told him his life is hard but I was having fun. I do miss having money but I was making due with work and his extra slut times.

"Well glad you are liking it because I don't want to go back to being the old me, it's all yours, I have hid the machine and this is my life now." He exclaimed.

I was shocked what he said. I screamed how could you in a high pitched voice. He looked and laughed at me. He said he didn't want to go back to being "young, dumb, and always horny" so thats my life now.

He gave me an envelope with ten thousand dollars in it and said this would help me get bills paid off and its the least he can do. He shut the door and texted that we can meet up another time and he will want to pound my ass but pay me very well, since he knows its what i like.

I was still in shock and angry from it. I went home and snapped some pics jumping on grindr to get some stress out and maybe a fun night.

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