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Danny already sensed that something is just not right with his two gym bros, Luke and Jacob. They whispered under their breath for most of the time everytime he's doing his rep rather than spotted him. Then, they also looked at him suspiciously, it's like as if they are up to something and Danny is not privy to know about it

Well, they are indeed up to something. As they revealed the snake-like creature that slithered out of their mouth, Danny, who've been tossed to the floor like a rag doll, freezes up on the spot as he realized that he's practically facing the end of his life. When the snake-like creatures from both inside Luke and Jacob lurched out a smaller version of themselves, Danny know that he's cooked as both of his bros quickly grabbed him before he could even react and let the snakes slithered across the floor and try to get inside of him

"Stay still bro, things are about to get better,"

Does anyone know who he is?

What the hell? One minute I’m sitting at my office desk regretting my life, wishing for more excitement, wondering how the years past me by so fast. Next thing I know my vision is obscured by a helmet and I’m sitting on a motorcycle. How’s this happen? Not that I’m complaining. My body hasn’t felt this good in well over 25 years. Those two decades of doing nothing other than hunched over a computer typing my life away, really adds up on a persons body. But I didn’t feel the back pain or the constant fatigue I’d grown accustomed to. No, instead I felt energetic, strong, youthful vigor rushing through me. My mind completely consumed by the feeling of the leather on my bare skin. Wait, bare skin, was this dude going commando in his gear? A quick unzipping confirmed that he was only wearing a chain between the leather and my new Adonis body. The cool air on my torso sent waves of arouse up my body. I’m not sure how this happened but somehow my prayers were answered, and I’m not complaining. I wonder if this guy was somewhere trapped in my 47 year old flabby body typing away in a sad florescent lit office cubicle. On cue his phone began to start running. An unknown number. My number. That answers my question. But honestly I couldn’t care less. And by the feeling of my growing member straining against its leather confines, I have more important matters to attend to.

WHAT ONE DOES FOR LOVE

Jordan had been working as a model for several years. It started as something casual but soon his beautiful Latin body became famous and brands raffed it off. He quickly gained fame and fortune, and it may have gone to his head a little. After years of care and training he had gone from the sweet boy he once was to a fucking hot play boy.

However, Jordan was no fool. He knew perfectly well what was happening and at that moment he didn't care. But now years later he had realized that he lost many things along the way.

He moved away from his family, and his childhood friends, and as for love, well, since his body and attitude were so superficial, the girls he hung out with were too. They were with him for his body and his money. But as the years went by and Jordan was looking for something deeper than just sex, which was not difficult to get because he was very well "hung."

Jordan realized that he had become so abstracted from the real world that he had lost his ability to relate to the world outside of the show. That wasn't a problem until he met her. It was unintentionally, a simple act of fate, but in one of his photo sessions, Jordan had bumped into her, who worked in the photography studio, in the image editing studio. It was a resounding crush of love.

She was about his age, but she didn't look like any girl he'd ever been with. She was dressed very neatly but you couldn't say that she was a sexy woman, by usual standards. But for Jordan she was a world.

Months passed and although Jordan tried to get to her on several occasions he was always rejected. Last time she had told him that she could never be with someone with so much money and so little brain.

Jordan wasn't stupid, he never was. It's just that he had spent so much time in fame that he no longer knew how to act in any other way, in a more humble way. However Jordan found a solution to that. Ed.

Ed was one of his "admirers", not to mention stalker. Jordan knew he wasn't dangerous, but sometimes it was annoying to have someone like that chasing him around like a paparachi. However from what he could see, Ed had no problem interacting with people. He was friendly and respectful, just as you would expect from someone who didn't have an image like Jordan's. Ed almost fainted when Jordan knocked on his door one night.

After trying to calm him down, Jordan offered Ed an impossible deal. Jordan needed Ed to posses him. That is, he needed Ed to take care of Jordan's body.

Ed couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sexual fantasy was in his house, telling him that he would give him his body.

It took Jordan a while to explain the situation to Ed. He wasn't going to give him his body, he was going to share it. So Jordan, or rather, Ed, could gradually establish a relationship with her crush, and Ed could live the life of his dreams. Ed accepted without hesitation.

The process, far from being "magical", was painful, especially for Jordan. The body tends to reject an invading soul, and not resisting is very complicated. But in the end Es was in, and with Jordan too tired it allowed him to explore that new body well.

The next morning Jordan let his new "partner" drive. Ed tried various poses and juice in the shower only to head to his new closet. He was very clear that he wanted leather. It was his great fetish, and with that body it would look incredible. After a dance and some sexy tight pants, "Jordan" was ready to conquer the heart of his beloved, and maybe his body too.

Your ex can possess people, and he's pissed you broke up...

The old man who stole my body taunts me. Every day. Every day he stands out there in front of my house, in front my truck, wearing my clothes, wearing my body. Living my life.

And then my wife will come out and kiss him, and that’s what kills the the most. Katie will come out and kiss him, not a clue that the man she’s kissing isn’t really her husband, and he’ll kiss her back. I wonder how she doesn’t see that the man she is kissing is an imposter. 

He will catch me from time to time looking through the blinds, and he will turn ever so deliberately towards me, and he will stand there like that, flexing his arms with his chest held high. Taunting me.

I wish that I could say something, I wish that I could do something, but I can’t. When he stole my body, he put a spell on me so that I can’t say anything about it. And so all I can do is go on living his life, trapped in his frail, aging body, while he taunts me from inside my young, muscular physique right out in the front driveway of my own house, praying that one day he will give me back my life.

This is not good. My uncle got out of prison a few months ago, and he tricked me into taking my body. Now he has total control. I was the typical young gay man in any city, but in recent weeks I have slept with women, well more like my uncle has done it, with my body. Please someone help me. I'm only 32 years old, I, I want my life back

Meanwhile, Rob enjoyed his new body. He was finishing his cigarette when his girlfriend left the hotel.

"Baby, did it have to take you so long to change?"

"You should take a little longer and get ready, you never take off that jacket or that sweatshirt, and maybe I can put a little makeup on you."

"No way, darling, that's for faggots and I'm completely straight." Rob says as he crushes his cigarette with his boot and takes the last drag.

Ck......such a close call. I would've been captured if I didn't have the ring with me and this guy didn't lounge around in his low-fenced backyard getting some tan with his eyes closed. Guess the case will be a cold one and my whereabout will remain a mystery for those poor cops. And me? Well......he is....scratch that, I am a recently married man.....and I cannot wait for my pregnant wife to give birth to our lovely kid and make our family even more complete. He got some business ideas up in his sleeve to sustain the family's life aside from his income being a sponsored fitness influencer and adult entertainer. Hmm.... maybe rather than landscaping, I can put my own twist to it and start planting my own weed as long as my wife agrees to it

"Why did you jump inside Colin, Santa? Will he be okay?" asked the timid, little boy that's been watching every single scene transpired in front of his eyes in silence from the coat room in the corner

Colin, or someone/something inside of him, startled that he's been observed this whole time. Fuck. The silence from him invited the kid to ask more question

"I always knew that you're real and have all sort of magical powers, and I'm happy that you proved all the adults wrong, so you don't have to think on how to pretend to be Colin. You are not Colin, and I know that for a fact, but I'm not going to tell anyone. Anyway, don't you still have so many countries to visit and drop presents to? What about those other kids now?"

Yes, dressing up as Santa for a 52 years old bulky man on Christmas Eve definitely feels on brand and give a much-needed pass if you need to sneak around. But to be confused as a real Santa and your strenous work all these years to create that bodysuit serum confused as some sort of magic, that's a bummer. By a dumb kid, no less. Should he just get the fuck out of this stud, inject him the reversal serum and search for another new body? It's still around midnight, he still has time

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A quickie to wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Anyone for a body swap or possession rp?