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A ver si conseguimos conocernos mejor entre todos así, Que lo de hablar español es demasiado ambiguo.

Familial

This is my grandson, Joseph. He has always taken care of me since he was a little boy. I would always appreciate him helping me clean the house, walk to the kitchen, or even buy me groceries. When he was young, he loved to play sports. He'd say he'd grow big and strong just so he could help me. I was always so proud of him when he showed me his medals and trophies. Unfortunately, I was always too old and frail to see his football games. He did well with academics as well. He was athletic, intelligent, and not to mention his looks, but he was also gorgeous. I love him so much, but it bothered me to see him lonely. I mean, he's very popular and has plenty of friends. However, even with his good looks and charm, he doesn't have the confidence to ask a girl out. He would always say that he would never get a girl or they wouldn't want to date him. That's just ridiculous! He is wasting those amazing genetics. If I had thise looks back in my day, I'd have women from all over town begging to get into my pants. Fast forward a few years, I was stuck in a hospital bed waiting to kick the bucket, and Joseph was taking care of me. He's a grown adult with his own life, yet he never left me behind. He was devastated when I passed away. He locked himself in his room for days just to cry. I reached out to comfort him, but suddenly, in that moment, everything went blank.

Slowly, sound starts to return, and I can feel a draft against my skin, across my entire body. As I slowly open my eyes, I realize I am in my grandson's apartment. As I take in my new surroundings, my eyes drift toward my large arms and hands... they aren't mine! They are nicely tanned and without a wrinkle in sight! I have tattoos decorating my now bulging biceps. I am only wearing a pair of Nike briefs, fully exposed, leaving little to the imagination. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and to my disbelief, I was greeted by Joseph's reflection, displaying a shocked expression, but it was not long until that confusion shifted into curiosity and arousal.

I started to gently touch the soft skin of my face and torso, which was now blanketed in thick slabs of muscle mass. My hands glided down my chest, fondling my massive pecs and washboard abs. As I felt myself up, a massive bulge started begging for attention. I bit my lip as my hands began to move down, as if they had a mind of their own. My fingers glide across my pecs, brushing against my firm nipples. My body began to shudder the more I touched them. Damn, they are very sensitive. I felt my raging cock stiffen against my briefs, and a damp spot started to form. Without wasting more time, I quickly reached down the damp briefs, my hand breaking past webs of pre built up from the past few minutes. My fingers wrap around my manhood, but just barely. Holy shit, I am massive. I take my thumb nad massage my tip, feeling more slick juice coating my hands. Without warning, my hips suddenly buck forward, causing a soft masculine moan to escape my lips.

I haven't felt this good in years, and I am hungry for more. I continue to grind my cock against my massive rough hands, my breathing growing heavier with each pump. I can feel pressure building up as I get closer to finishing, but I won't allow this to end so soon. I release my hand from its cum soaked prison, and take a wiff of my spunk. It reaks of the musk of a true man. I feel my cock soften just enough to get my briefs to loosen its grip. I pull down the elastic, letting my 8 inches of pure manhood to spring out and breathe, dripping with white spunk and sweat. I know I'm taking this too far, violating Joseph's body, but I can't control myself. I wrapped my hand once again around my shaft and began pumping my that dick. As I pump, it continues to inflate an extra 2 inches in my hands. My rough hands stroke the ridges of my fuckstick, driving me insane with each pass. "Ooof. Oh fuck, yes..." My moans of pleasure grow louder and louder. Hearing the sexy voice of my grandson spout lude words from my mouth and feeling the base of his vocal chords vibrate within my throat is sending me over the edge. More and more pressure begin to build up as I feel cum rise up my piping hot rod. Nothing else mattered right now. Only thoughts of sex and pleasure filled my mind. My grandson's well-being was no longer a concern. "This is my body, Joseph. You love your grandpa, right? So I'm sure you'll be thrilled if I stay. You like that, don’t you? Ohhh, yes. Unnghh, " I yelp out in my new sexy voice as I reach my limit. "Im coming. Oh yes, baby, I'm coming. Nnnngg..." It was not long until my cock finally erupted, my white juice coating my sweaty body. The smell of musk continued to turn me on, and without hesitation, I brought my cum cover hand to my mouth, licking my fingers clean. The thick juices slid down my throat as I enjoyed the salty taste of my youth. My dick was still rock hard and leaking. I can really go for a second serving.

I spotted him waiting outside the ladies restroom, couldn’t believe my luck. He was distracted with something so it was easy to lunge at him, twist and drop into his body. We struggled for a couple of seconds and then he was mine.

Flipping through his memories told me he was waiting for his sister, I sucked on my teeth stood up in my new body and left for his home knowing she would make her own way home.

It felt good to be back in a younger body, but it wouldn’t be for long—a day or two maybe. Chris was simply a tool to get what I really wanted. I’d play him, be him until his older brother showed up. Jamie was the true target, a jock visiting home to get mom to wash his laundry.

I’d find the right time, then I’d move into his body and life for the foreseeable future… and why not he had a lot going for him, he’d be the perfect fit for my own future.

The "stinky" Larry

-Bro, are you serious? You've only been in my body a couple of days and you're already screwing? when was the last day did you take a shower? - The "stinky Larry" as we used to call him for his lack of hygiene has taken over my life and my body thanks to the failed experiment of a group of Nerds in the science fair of our university. Our entire fraternity was required to attend the college science fair it's not like any of us had submitted any projects but it was required plus there were a couple of cute girls on some kind of project that involved them being naked and we really had to see that.

After satisfying our curiosity by watching Whatever College Girls Have Tried To Do we decided to walk around to see if anything was interesting before heading home to party. Unfortunately, stupid Larry was struck by a science project with bright lights and some lightning bolts. The experiment was supposed to allow two people to talk telepathically while touching the glowing object.

Well, apparently the experiment failed. Or so I think maybe it was payback for all the pranks we played on the nerd fraternity, especially stupid Larry whose hobby was Finding "fun" ways to torment those skinny smart guys.

Larry thought it would be fun to try the experiment. And pretending it hadn't worked, which was pretty silly, wasn't one of Larry's best jokes. I knew that would get them in trouble but I decided to go along with Larry. We volunteered as test subjects for the demo and we both touched the object, it was amazing that the machine worked although it was kind of weird hearing Larry's thoughts in my head. Larry started pretending like nothing was happening and said to the nerdy kids "dude you have to change the batteries on this piece of shit because I think it's broken"

Everyone in front of the experiment started laughing And that didn't make the nerds very happy Especially because the science fair Jury was Just evaluating their project at this point well it seems like they paid attention to Larry because when they increased the intensity of the machine he could now see through Larry's eyes. From one moment to another the machine overloaded and caused the fuse to blow in the entire university And the whole room lost power.

However I and Larry were stuck in each other's bodies, at first, it was very strange to see my body in something other than a mirror move on its own, it was even more strange to have to pretend to be the stupid of the air while all this was resolved. His body is nothing more than a trash can filled with gallons of beer and double cheese pizzas.

Damn, I can barely stand the awful stench that comes from my fat sweaty armpits to also have to stand the strong smell of larry's lack of showers now that it's fucking my body up, and I've bought every deodorant they sell at Walmart trying to hide the smell that comes from larry's body but it is impossible the bad smell is still here!

And while I have to be the stinky party animal Larry he doesn't seem to give a shit about my life and my reputation, if I don't get back in my body soon Larry will also make my body fit into a dump like the one I have now, it's impossible don't get frustrated when I hear they're going to take away my stinker moniker to give it to larry who's in my body now, I think I should pay the nerds a quick visit to make sure they finish fixing their stupid machine before larry ruins my life

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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.

I need help with a story, can someone help me?

Can someone tell me who this sexy man is?

Or at least give me more photos of him

Can you make a story where Venom needs a new host and chooses Captain America?

They had taken him away. They were calmly eating a bad guy and those guys took Eddie away. Venom didn't know how but they had managed to separate him from Eddie and took him away.

It took a while for Venom to calm down. He was alone, it was cold and he was tired. Over the years he had increased his stamina and he could go long periods of time without a host, but in this state he needed a host.

Venom knew he needed someone strong, who would allow him to search and rescue Eddie. Then he heard a noise coming from the street, and when he looked out he saw it. There were several police cars and many lights, and in the center of everything was Captain America.

Venom had met him before, given him quite a few hits for a human. Both Eddie and Venom had liked him, he was an upright, good and inspiring person, and having a super soldier as a host, Venom was sure that he could get Eddie back.

Venom clung to the captain's suit before he retreated, and hid behind his back, right between the captain and the shield. Steve headed to his house and surprised Venom. The house was very sober and small, he would not have expected it from an avenger.

Steve took off his suit, threw it in a corner and threw himself into bed, falling asleep a few seconds later due to exhaustion. It was Venom's opportunity, which shot one of his tendrils directly at the captain's ear, and from there to his brain. Rogers didn't have time to do anything before Venom "disconnected" his musculoskeletal system, preventing him from moving.

Rogers was nervous, and Venom could taste the panic in his brain, however he quickly secreted hormones that calmed him and induced a kind of sleep. Rogers was a person of strong conviction. Venom liked him. However, in this situation he needed something else. He needed a bold, aggressive Steve Rogers. A Steve Rogers who didn't mind killing if necessary, nor did he mind eating a couple of bad guys. He needed a captain with lax morals, but above all he needed a Steve who would obey Venom. It was crucial. Venom promised to undo all these changes while he brainwashed him. When Venom was gone, Steve would be his usual self again.

Venom wrapped Steve in his symbiotic mass and dissolved his clothes. He couldn't help but caress the powerful member between Steve's legs. Maybe he can then "calm" the new host of him. Venom formed layers of clothing until Steve stood in the center of the room with a new look.

An amused but also cruel smile crossed Steve's face. Any tiredness he had felt before was gone, he grabbed his wallet and his keys and left his house wanting to eat up the night. They needed to look for Eddie Brock, Steve didn't know why he didn't fight Venom, but he felt good. When he went down the stairs he met his downstairs neighbor, who was coming home from work.

Good evening Steve, new look? Nice jacket

Thanks, it's new.

Steve continued ahead but not before touching his neighbor's ass. Steve got on his motorcycle and started the trip.

That old man was right. Why get drunk in my old homeless body, when I can get drunk in the body of the local college star. This body is so virile and athletic. And he has a girlfriend who is amazing, although I also like his brother. Anyway, I did well to posses this idiot. I just have to get him used to my cigarettes and he will be my ideal body. If only this idiot would stop screaming in the back of his mind he would be perfect.

This was a request that I accidentally deleted from my inbox, because I didn't know how the application worked. It was anonymous so I don't know who it belongs to. In any case, I am looking forward to continuing to receive your requests for possessions, body swaps and body suits.

Quality Time

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

---

"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

"Sniff, boy. When you're done with that, you can do the same for my brother." The boyfriend eagerly started to huff the stinking sock, moaning in pleasure as he did. "And you..." He put his phone down onto the table, turning to Victoria with a wry smirk. "Come show daddy some love."

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,"

A policemans' tale - Part 3

Two months into his job as a police officer, Lennard couldn't be happier. He's doing a pretty good job at the station, and the chief is also very confident in him and his abilities as a police officer. In fact, he gave him a new partner, one greenhorn who just finished studying, to tell him the ins and outs of the job. Right now, the car is parked in a vacant parking lot. It's noon, and the shift is nearly over. Just two more hours to go. Mario, his new partner, had to go to the toilet, which is why Lennard is waiting inside the car, watching him enter a small gas station.

The sun is shining brightly through the front window, while Lennard is browsing his phone, looking at pictures of himself in uniform. Swiping the pictures away, an ominous feeling washes over him. It feels like hes being watched by someone, something lurking nearby. He looks left and right; there is no one in sight—just a few cars, a bird here and there, but nothing threatening. "Fuck." He chuckles; maybe he's just nervous. However, his body is tensing more and more, and the hair on the back of his neck is standing at attention.

Suddenly, he can hear something deep inside his mind. A noise, a low screeching sound, like somebody is scratching the whiteboard with rusty nails. It gets louder and louder—a pain-inducing sound. He closes his eyes and tries to cover his ears with his hands, but the sound is already echoing through his every thought. Lennard realizes that it seems like somebody or something is calling for him. "Lennard." A familiar yet distant voice mutters again and again.

"What is this?" He groans when the noise suddenly drops. The officer lowers his hands and opens his eyes. Again, no one was in sight. But then. "Can you hear me, boy?" That voice rings through his head once more, causing the cop to shake his head. "What? Who?" Lennard rubs his temple. "Lennard, do you hear me?" The voice says it in a more serious tone. Shaking his head and chuckling nervously, Lennard tries to play it off. "I must be exhausted. Hallucinating." He closes his eyes to concentrate, but then he can feel a presence inside him.

"You're not hallucinating, boy." The voice smirks. "I've been here for a while now." Lennard shakes his head and looks around. Where is he? "You cannot see me, boy." The man laughs mockingly. "It's inside your mind." Still chuckling nervously, Lennard looks into the rear view mirror, and inside his eyes, he can see something different. A faint shine is hiding behind them. "Who are you?" He says it worryingly. "This has to be a dream." He thinks to himself. "This can't be." For a few seconds, the voice is quiet before laughter echoes through his mind. "Not a dream, boy. Let me show you."

Lennard's heart beats through his chest; he can't breathe or move when his eyes close shut. He doesn't have control right now, and more and more flashes explode in front of his inner eye. Memories of the past few months The voice lets him live through these moments again. He remembers the first time he went under, inside a similar police car, just one week into this job. He feels his whole body going through it again, his partner chocking him hard, the music playing in the background, the commands. Obey. Relax. Stay calm and follow orders.

His breath quickens even more as he feels himself going under again. His dick turns rock-hard, edging him on, while all of his muscles try to burst through the tight uniform. Then, as it ends, another memory bursts to life. The second time, that man visited him at home. He went under in just an instant, his body already conditioned to follow this man's voice. The same voice as today. Unable to breathe, he opens his eyes and lets out a long, deep groan. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" Lennard shoots loudly, sweating heavily. "Liked what you saw?" The voice mocks, causing Lennard to look at his crotch, his dick bulging and twitching inside his tight pants.

"This is sick!" Lennard protests, but he cannot help but stroke himself firmly again and again. It's written into his mind; hearing the voice of his master is triggering him more and more. "You're a freak!" He hisses, looking around again.

"Im just going to take whats mine, Lennard." The voice smirks again. Lennard closes his eyes for a second, contemplating. "This has got to be a nightmare". He thinks as he feels himself growing weaker. "Don't fight it, boy; you're just making it harder for yourself." Lennard bites his lips and opens his eyes when he feels a familiar warmth spreading through his body, starting at the top of his spine and sending shivers down his back.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The cop growls as his back gets stiffer. All of his muscles and every fiber in his body are vibrating. "Taking over." The voice speaks calmly. Lennard tries to get out of the car, just away from him.

But somehow, the seatbelt acts as a restraint, growing tighter around his heavy chest. "LET ME GO." He thrashes around, but it's no use. "I love it when they try." The voice laughs, and Lennard's breathing gets heavier as it gets harder to breathe.

At the same time, he is touching himself, his dick getting bigger and bigger the more the warmth spreads through his body. Lennard feels it invading his chest, his abs, and his stomach. "FUCK." He looks down, his pecs hardening, and he tries to get the belt off, or at least his police vest. Still, no use at all. Quite the opposite.

His heart accelerates even more, and he's close to fainting due to pure pressure. It's hot and sweaty inside the car. He gasps for air, for relief, but the warmth keeps spreading right into his thick arms. "No. Please." He cries out as his muscles tense more than ever before. Looking at his sleeves, he can see something move underneath his skin.

Whatever that thing is, it's really inside him already. The warmth then reaches his fingerstips, and his arms go numb. He can't move them or feel them, but in horror, he watches them move again. The hand on his dick intensifies the grab, rubbing the twitching cock now firmly, while the other strokes across his chest, easily sliding underneath the vest to put more pressure on the chest.

"How do you feel now?" The voice mocks him as he's in pain, lonely tears running down his face. "Please, stop." He begs, but that feeling won't stop. Instead, it slowly spreads into his thighs, balls, and further down into his calves, feet, and toes. Lennard kicks violently until his legs go numb too.

He can only sit there, watching his body disobey him. "Nearly there, boy." The voice says, and the officer lets the hand stroke him even harder. Lennard is already sweating; his chest and heart are aching, while his hands wander across his whole body. Then he sees Mario inside the gas station, buying some snacks.

He tries to reach for the horn to make any noise, or maybe the holster around his thighs, but his arms and hands are not responding. "Nice try." The voice giggles. "There is no help for you now."

"Dont. Please." Lennard says, his eyes following his hand towards his cock again, before he grabs himself firmly. His dick is imprinting through the pants along his thighs, and he starts to jack him off. The warmth is still spreading; his chest feels fuzzy now, and his cock is filled with it too.

Still, he can feel the pressure, the pain, and the pleasure with every move of the hand. He shakes his head in one last attempt to break free. "Still so resilient? I like that." The voice laughs, and the feeling stops for a second. Lennard takes a deep breath, hoping for it to be over. But then, so quickly, the warmth spreads into his head and his mind, flooding it with more flashes of past overtakings.

It simply gets too much, and he feels his thoughts being washed away. He drools heavily, and it stains his vest. With his hand still massaging his cock, his eyes lose focus, and with multiple strong thrusts, his body shoots loads and loads of cum right into his briefs, the hot liquid even pressing through their fabric and into the navy blue uniform pants.

For a few more seconds, he sits there, his body stiff and rigid, before it slowly goes limp. Lennard regains his composure, his eyes gain focus, and he moves a hand to steady his heavy head. However, Lennard is gone; it's the voice who's leading that body now. His eyes are shining slightly as he looks into the rear-view mirror, admiring his pretty face.

He moves his hand towards his firm jawline and traces it with one finger while the other hand touches his wet, throbbing cock through the pants. "Finally." He groans, still feeling the pleasure radiating through every fiber of his body.

"I was waiting for this day," he says in the officer's voice, yet not his voice. A mixture of their voices, deep, rough, yet smooth at times. The man starts to touch himself—his chest and neck—feeling his biceps pressing against the tight shirt and vest. "Even better than expected." He smirks, still rubbing his cock firmly. There is a huge wet spot covering his crotch, but this just makes him hard again. And the smell is so good.

Lennards aftershave is easily covering up the faint scent of cum, but it's slowly but surely getting heavier inside the car. He exhales deeply, his body still sore from the hostile takeover. "Fuck, this feels good." The officer leans his head back, enjoying this moment. He licks his lips, taking a closer look at the tattoos, which are beautifully drawn, making him even hotter. Looking at himself in the mirror, he flexes his huge arms one by one.

But then, his eyes spot Mario slowly walking towards the car, some snacks in hand, and when he sees 'Lennard' he smiles. "There he is." 'Lennard" smiles back and quickly picks up his phone from the floor, looking through it for a very special video. The door opens, and Mario gets inside. "It was a mess in there." He says, sitting down, turning his face towards 'Lennard'. "I hope I didn't catch anything." Mario giggles and hands his partner a bag of sweets, but he doesn't respond.

Just then, he notices the state 'Lennard' is in. Messed up hair and face, dranched in sweat, his vest and pants stained, and ultimately a mess. "Are you ok, Lenny?" Mario says, his eyes slowly wandering down his partner's body, catching him stroking his dick through the wet pants while going through his phone. "What the fuck?" he says, but looking into 'Lennards' eyes interrupts him. They're shining ever so brightly—multiple colors at once, it seems. Mesmerizingly, they spin slightly, and it gets worse once their eyes meet. "I never felt better." 'Lennard' smirks, but it's not his usual voice. "Whaat...what happened?" Mario stutters, his eyes pulling back from that burning gaze and back to the hand rubbing that massive cock.

"I took what was mine." 'Lennard' says, placing a hand at the officer's shoulder, right next to his neck. This causes Mario to flinch and look back into those eyes. "Yours?" He says quietly, and 'Lennard' just raises his phone right into his face. "Watch this, and you will understand." The video plays, and instantly, the car is filled with ear-piercing music. The officer tries to pull away, flinching again, but 'Lennard' holds him in place. "Whatt?" He says this, and his eyes stare at the screen. A beautiful spiral dances across the phone, with so many colors swirling around.

"Hold it," 'Lennard' demands, and without hesitating, Mario takes it with both hands. They drop to his lap, but his eyes are stuck at the screen. "Good job, officer." 'Lennard' smirks and reaches for the man's chest. Lovingly, he starts to stroke him underneath his vest, one hand still caressing his neck. "Thats right. Watch it. Good boy. Feels good?" Mario doesn't respond; instead, his mouth opens slightly, and he starts to drool. "Ah, that's good. I see." He says this, stroking him more and more as his body reacts instinctively. The chest grows firm, the nipples hard, and his muscles bulge, with the uniform barely able to contain him. "Big boy, aren't we?"

'Lennard' holds back a low growl while touching his partner's upper body. He feels good, smooth, and young. Mario enters a state of vacancy. That video is made to weaken a man's mind and make him open to programming. And Mario seems to be the perfect subject. His body reacts simultaneously to every single touch, and while he keeps watching that video, he keeps listening to the music. The officer's mind is filled with commands. Obey. Relax. Just give in. That feels so good.

'Lennard's body is reacting as well, with his throbbing cock again tenting inside the uniform. "I love this part." He says this and runs a hand down his trousers. At the same time, he feels Mario's dick tenting as well. "Good boy." He smirks, that twitching cock in his hand. "Can you hear me, Mario?"

"Yes." He says it in a monotone voice, his eyes stuck on the screen. "Good. Were nearly there." 'Lennard' licks his lips, opens Mario's pants, and manages to pull his huge dick out. "Look at that." He wraps a hand around it and gets started. Rhythmically, he moves his hand up and down, starting off slow, with increasing pace and strength. He leans into him, whispering into his ear. "Listen to my voice. You're trained to serve and meant to serve, and that's what you will do. You will follow my orders and my commands. What I say is your wish. What I want is an order. Do you understand?"

Mario's face grimaces due to the pain and pleasure echoing through his whole body. "Yes." He moans deeply, his body tenses, and all of him is pulsating—his mind, his muscles, his cock, every fiber of his being. He begins to thrust against 'Lennards' grip, but he just smirks. "Good. But you won't cum yet. Just when I tell you to. Do you understand?" This makes his body even harder. All of him is ready to cum, ready to serve, but he can't. His eyes lose focus; he drops the phone and leans his whole body back against the seat.

"Officer?" The man says, removes his hand from the erect cock, and places a hand at Mario's neck. In response, he lets out a low, guttural moan. "Now." 'Lennard' says, and with that, Mario's body twitches as his cock explodes again and again. He moans and groans as his eyes roll completely back into his skull. After a few more dry shots, he regains his composure. 'Lennard' is touching himself while watching his newest subject. "Good boy." He pats Mario's cheek, who doesn't react. His eyes are vacant now, but they are shimmering slightly. "Very good boy." 'Lennard smiles, grabs the officers dick, and carefully dresses him again.

He pats his chest and thighs, admiring that man's physique. Then he lets his hands explore the whole body. His arms, hands, shoulders, and thighs; he takes his time feeling his chest, neck, and face, enjoying that smooth skin, the stubble, and soft lips. "Can you hear me, boy?" Mario nods, his eyes looking into the distance. 'Lennard' unzips his pants, pulls them down, including the underwear, and exposes his wet, sweaty, throbbing cock.

"You earned yourself a meal." He says, patting Mario's neck firmly, "He doesn't waste any time. He bends down and takes the cock into his mouth. He knows how to move his mouth, exactly hitting every one of his most sensitive spots. "Fuuuuck." 'Lennard's groan turns into a giggle. He puts a hand at Mario's neck, forcing the whole cock into the mouth, making him gag. This, however, does not interrupt him. He keeps sucking, and after a few more seconds, after all that pleasure before, he cums right into his mouth. Mario swallows it, and 'Lennard' has to tell him to stop.

"Good job." He says, admiring Mario's engagement. "We're going to have fun".

"See, told you this will look stunning in your muscular body. Thank fuck I'm in control of this now, this ass and the fucking massive 'ceps really need to be displayed a lot more rather than hidden beneath those baggy hoodies you used all the time. Show the fuck off and be fucking arrogant a bit, will ya? Your hard work needs to be ogled at and worshipped even, why waste it by hiding it for only yourself to see?" He smirked to his own reflection, a very out-of-place look for the mostly reserved and stoic Alfredo, now being controlled by a totally different person that knows how to show things off out of this masterful piece of muscle art

Nick

I hired Nick to do some tile work in our kitchen last year. Seeing his thick, muscular body and thick salt and pepper stubble, I knew I wanted him more than just for the job. Harvesting a man like this always comes with a risk. He owned his own business and had a wedding ring. There could also be kids. All of which would require commitment to play his part. I weighed that with the benefits and decided he was still superb candidate for conversion.

I waited until he was finished with the job just as he finished sealing the grout lines. I gave him a pat on the back. That was no friendly gesture, that was me sealing the deal. He fell backwards with the injection as his mass drained from his body over his handiwork. I got a free tile job and a bodysuit out of the venture.

I decided to take my new body out to the gym. I love the way people look at me in his flesh. This man of 48 kept such good care of his body. I’m more than happy to preserve it in the state forever.

I knew the risk when I converted him. Now I am married with a wife and daughter. Thankfully he spend so much time in the garage working on his hobby of restoring classic cars that they don’t bother me too much.

The benefit still outweighs that minor inconvenience when I see myself in his body. It’s been a year now and I’ve come to enjoy occasionally playing the Daddy role.

His hobby has opened up new opportunities for me. The garage is a perfect place for my other bodysuit related activities. I have his car buddies over all the time. Some of those buddies have benefits. Andrew was one of those buddies.

I asked him over to help me drop a transmission. With a little bit of work came a little bit of fun. Andrew loved, sucking Nick’s cock. During one of these sessions, I couldn’t resist, but adding Andrew to my collection as well.

I’ve been living Nick’s life for over a year now and I feel like I’m starting to go native. I feel at home and his body and sometimes I forget at one time I didn’t have a wife and kid. Now when I’m out of his skin, I’m startled not to see his reflection. I love seeing that chiseled, mature face, staring back at me.

I look forward to receiving your story requests. Don't be shy

Anyone for a body swap or possession rp?

Does anyone know where this is from?

What is this? A helmet?

I was on my way to pick up my son from school when a loud bang hit me. When I come to my senses I notice that I am no longer in my car, but on a powerful sports motorcycle. And besides, my 50-year-old beer belly is gone and in its place is a tight leather jacket.

I get off the bike, noticing how flexible I am, and take off my helmet. A thin cloth covers my mouth and when I remove it, the reflection I see in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle scares me. It's Liam, the guy who has been my son's bully for two years.

This can't be happening, what the hell is this?

I notice something in my pocket, when I take it out I see that it is one of these new electronic cigarettes that young people use to vape nowadays. I take a deep drag and thick white smoke comes out of my mouth, I relax instantly.

I get on the motorcycle as I had done in my younger days, and I begin the trip to look for my son. He's going to get a big surprise when he sees that the person who picks him up is none other than his bully.

Taking It For Granted

Eric was busy getting ready for work as usual when he glanced over at his boyfriend Ajax who was still laid in bed in nothing but his underwear. Even now Ajax couldn’t help subtly running his hands along his abs and legs.

“Are you gonna actually get out of bed sometime today or are you just gonna keep groping yourself all morning?” Eric asked as he straightened his tie.

Ajax chuckled in response. “Sorry babe. Hard not to admire all this sometimes.” He gave a quick flex before sliding out of bed and sauntering over to Eric. “You should know. You were the one kissing my biceps last night.” He grinned before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a soft kiss followed by a slap on the ass before making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Eric watched the sway of Ajax’s muscular body as he walked away. Over the last couple of days he’d noticed a change in his boyfriend. Subtle things from the way he talked to the way he carried himself. He was more joyous and bouncy than ever before. Not to mention how he seemed to check himself out at every given opportunity. Ajax had always been proud of his physique but recently it seemed like he just couldn’t stop flexing and squeezing his muscles. Just seeing his own reflection seemed to make his day now. Not to mention his attitude had completely shifted.

A week prior to this Eric and Ajax’s relationship had been hanging on by a thread. They’d been arguing more and more over the past few months. It’d started with petty disagreements that blew up bigger and bigger until finally they had a full fight which ended in Ajax storming off. After that Eric thought it was over. After how badly they’d been getting on he couldn’t see a way for their relationship to recover.

A few hours later however, Ajax returned. Part of Eric was expecting him to start packing up his stuff but instead he gave the most heartfelt apology Eric had ever heard. He had no idea what had caused such a change in Ajax but in the moment he didn’t question it. Eric apologised too and afterwards Ajax promised he’d be better. So so much better. Before long Eric found himself jumping into Ajax’s strong arms as they made their way to the bedroom before having some of the steamiest makeup sex they’d ever had.

After falling into bed together they’d begun ripping off each other’s clothes like animals. Ajax however seemed particularly horny. He was rock hard and eager to fuck. Yet before that he took an immense satisfaction in allowing Eric to explore the size and contours of his muscles. As if it were the first time he was being admired like this. Eric didn’t care though, he’d always loved Ajax’s chiseled physique. Almost as much as he loved taking Ajax’s fat cock up his ass which is exactly what he got. He didn’t know quite what’d gotten into his hunky boyfriend that night as out of nowhere Eric found himself receiving the best sex of his life! Getting pounded from all sorts of different positions in such a way that had him cumming over himself not once but twice! Ajax had never been bad at fucking but last night it was like he’d been possessed by a sex demon who’d demolished Eric’s hole before dumping a massive load inside.

Since then Ajax had been like a totally different person. Alongside the slight differences in the way he spoke and carried himself, he was also far more affectionate and thoughtful. Whereas before he’d grown quite distant, now he always wanted to kiss and cuddle. Always giving sweet compliments and wanting to be closer. Not to mention they’d been fucking like rabbits ever since making up.

It was a complete 180 to his former attitude and Eric would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. After all, even when they’d been having terrible arguments, he still loved Ajax more than anything. Only difference now was that it actually felt healthy again. That said Eric didn’t want to question it. Everything seemed perfect but there was one thing he just couldn’t get out of his head. Something that the old man who lived across the street said the morning after him and Ajax made up…

———

Four days earlier Eric found himself waking with a sore asshole to the sound of shouting coming from the front door. After turning to see Ajax wasn’t in bed next to him, Eric quickly got up to see what all the commotion was, walking a little funny down the stairs after the railing he’d gotten last night. When he got there however, he was surprised to see none other than old Mr Jenkins have some kind of blow up at Ajax. Eric could hardly understand half of what he was saying. Something about needing to fix something and not wanting to be old? He even called Ajax a “sadistic body thief” whatever that meant.

Eric quickly decided to step in and see what the problem was and immediately Mr Jenkin’s switched his attention to him. Right away he started coming out with some of the most insane things Eric had ever heard!

“I’m not Mr Jenkins!” He would shout. “You have to believe me Eric! I’m Ajax! He stole my fucking body!” He screamed while pointing at Ajax. There was a fury in Mr Jenkins’ eyes that Eric had never seen before. He was completely out of his mind! “I don’t know how you did this but you’re gonna undo it back you crazy asshole!” He continued.

Ajax put his hands up. “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about.” He then glanced at Eric before whispering. “I think he’s gone nuts. He won’t stop yelling about some invasion of the body snatchers type of shit.”

“I’M NOT CRAZY! GIVE IT BACK YOU OLD BASTARD!” Mr Jenkins looked as though he was ready to launch himself at Ajax in a fury with what little strength his elderly body had before Eric stepped between them.

Eric couldn’t help feeling bad for the elderly man. Of course he didn’t believe a word he was saying. It was insane not to mention impossible. His only guess as to what was going on was that Mr Jenkins’ was suffering from his old age. Dementia perhaps? Whatever the case it was clear to Eric that he needed help. He tried to calm the old man down but nothing helped. Only continuing to curse at Ajax while begging Eric to believe him. Apparently the other neighbours had overheard all the commotion because not too long after a police car rode up outside the house.

With Eric and Ajax explaining what’d happened and Mr Jenkins’ still screaming bloody murder and even getting violent with the officers, it wasn’t long before the old man was taken away to get some help.

As they watched the car drive away, Ajax wrapped his muscular arms around Eric from behind. “You okay babe?” He asked while kissing the back of Eric’s neck.”

“Yeah… I just didn’t know Mr Jenkins’ was suffering like that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been going on inside his head to make him believe all those things.” Eric leaned back into Ajax’s body a little, allowing his back to rest against his boyfriends strong pecs. “It just makes me wanna appreciate what we have right now you know?”

“Absolutely.” Ajax hugged Eric tighter. “I’ll never take this for granted again.” He added, trying to sound sweet while a smug grin crept across his face unbeknownst to Eric.

———

It’d been almost a week since then. Eric had arrived at work and was going through the motions as usual only now he felt constantly distracted. He just couldn’t help replaying that scene with Mr Jenkins over and over in his head. All those crazy claims he made about being Ajax and having his body stolen. He seemed so convinced. So sure of himself. Not to mention that until that morning Mr Jenkins’ had been as healthy as a horse in both mind and body so for him to just flip like that felt… off.

Normally he would’ve brushed something like that off easily. Body swapping? That was the definition of crazy talk. Under normal circumstances there was no way in hell he’d believe that. But that’s when he started to pick up on things more clearly. Subtle changes in the way Ajax behaved that quickly began to plant a seed of doubt in mind. A seed that grew to the point where he’d been analysing almost everything his boyfriend did and said.

He went over it in his head as we worked. Out of nowhere Ajax had begun watching the historical channels on TV, finally started reading one of the books he’d received as a present last year and even mentioned that he wanted to give fishing a try at some point! The Ajax he knew never had the patience for those things. The rational thing to assume would simply be that Ajax was maturing. Trying to be a better person and gain new interests. But Eric just couldn’t shake the weirdness of how it’d begun the day Mr Jenkins went crazy.

It wasn’t just his interests though. It was Ajax’s whole demeanour. Before he was quite stoic. He’d have his moments of sweetness but overall he was very reserved. Over the last couple months he’d even grown quite mean and snappy, eager to jump to an argument and make a big deal out of nothing which eventually led to their huge argument. But then it all changed starting with that massive apology he gave. Ajax had never been one to say sorry so it came as quite the surprise. Even in that moment Eric couldn’t help thinking he seemed like a different person, only he wasn’t thinking about it quite as literally then. Since then his mood had completely changed. His reserved and quiet nature seemingly vanished overnight, being replaced by a much bubblier and joyful attitude. It was almost like he had this newfound appreciation for his life.

And this couldn’t have been clearer in the way he treated himself and others. For a start he just couldn’t stop admiring his own body. Always touching something. Groping his pecs, massaging his thighs, flexing his biceps. He couldn’t get enough. Always making comments about how hot he looked and spending way longer in the shower than usual.

And when it came to Eric, Ajax was far more affectionate and thoughtful. Always giving him compliments and kisses. Always smiling when they were together and telling Eric how lucky he felt to have what they had. Hell he even bought him flowers! Something Ajax had never done before. And the sex was some of the most passionate they’d ever had. So deep and loving. Every. Single. Night. Ajax was more eager than ever to slam his cock inside Eric’s hole at any given opportunity. And to top it off Ajax seemed to have developed this worshipping kink in the last couple of days. Always wanting Eric to kiss and worship his muscles.

All of those little things stacked together caused that tiny seed of doubt in Eric’s mind to grow into a tree that’s roots were consuming his every thought. He wanted to believe he was just overthinking it but what Mr Jenkins’ had said was starting to make too much sense. It was too much to have just been a coincidence. It was only lunch time but Eric decided to take the rest of the day off work for a “family emergency”.

Once home, Eric took a deep breath before quietly opening the front door. He was about to shout his boyfriend’s name but before he did, he heard the sound of Ajax’s voice coming from the bedroom. Curiously Eric made his way towards the bedroom as silently as possible, trying to listen to what Ajax was saying until he stood just outside the door. And what he heard sent shivers up his spine.

“Fuuuuck yeahh! I’ll never get tired of this young cock! God I still can’t believe how much bigger it is compared to my old one!” He moaned. “Young, dumb and hung as fuck…”

Eric’s eyes widened. Was it actually true? Without a second thought he peered his head into the bedroom to see none other than his boyfriend stood in front of a mirror bare ass naked and flexing while he stroked his cock!

“Ohhh yeah! I’m Ajax! Young fuckin muscle bull! Fuuuck I-” He cut himself short when in the corner of his eye he noticed Eric stepping into the room. “Oh-I-Ummm… Eric. I didn’t think you’d uhmmmm… be home so soon hahah…” A flustered look swiftly crossed his face. “I was just-” before he could finish, Eric stopped him.

“It’s true isn’t it? Everything Mr Jenkins said. About the body swap.” Eric still didn’t quite believe it even as he said it but the writing was on the wall. “Or should I say everything Ajax said. Because he wasn’t really Mr Jenkins. You are.”

Ajax was silent for a moment. Unsure of how to respond until he finally let out a long sigh. “Eric. Let me explain.”

———

After their massive fight, Ajax had stormed out of the house with a fury in his eyes. Slamming the door behind him as he left to get some air and get away Eric. He didn’t have a plan as to where he was going so he ended up just pacing up and down the street for over half an hour with a sour look on his face.

At this time Mr Jenkins had been sitting in his living room watching TV where he had a perfect view to the window as he noticed Ajax pass by multiple times. Seeing this he went out to investigate what was wrong. When Ajax next passed Jenkins’ house, the old man stopped him and asked what was the matter. Ajax was resistant at first but when Mr Jenkins offered him inside to chat, he gave in and took the sweet man up on his offer.

They sat down at the kitchen table and immediately Ajax began to rant about Eric. Listing off each and every little thing he hated about his spouse. All the little habits that annoyed him, all the irritating things he would do or say. However Mr Jenkins’ found it hard to emphasise. Impossible even. Most of the things Ajax was listing off were such minor things that he seemed to be blowing out of proportion while other things were just plain stupid like complaining about how Eric didn’t fold and put away the clothes exactly how Ajax wanted after doing the washing. It was moronic to say the least. But what Mr Jenkins really hated was how much Ajax blatantly insulted Eric as he listed these things off. Calling him all sorts of horrible things while dragging his name through the mud.

It was then Mr Jenkins made a decision. It was something he’d wanted to do for a very long time now ever since Ajax moved in across the road with Eric. Until now he didn’t have the courage to do it, believing he’d feel too guilty if he did. But now that he’d seen Ajax’s true colours he had no regrets.

Jenkins excused himself from the table to make a cup of tea while asking Ajax if he wanted a drink of any kind as well. The handsome younger man said he’d take tea as well. Little did he know that as Jenkins brewed the tea, he added a little something extra into Ajax’s cup.

He came back moments later with two hot cups in hand, offering one the Ajax who took it kindly. They chatted a little more as the drinks cooled, Ajax’s going on a little more about his petty frustrations with Eric. But soon enough the handsome younger man picked up his beverage and began to sip away at it, much to Mr Jenkins delight. Little did Ajax know as he drank that his tea had been laced with a mild sedative that was gradually starting to take effect as he came to the last few sips.

“Sorry… I’m just feelin a bit… tired all of a sudden…” Ajax slurred as he put down the cup. “I should… probably…” He could hardly finish his sentence as his eyes started to flutter. Seeing this Mr Jenkins hopped up from his seat to grab Ajax to make sure he didn’t pass out onto the floor. “Heyyy… whaaat’re youuu…” And with that his body went limp, losing consciousness.

Jenkins knew he didn’t have long. The sedative might’ve knocked him out but wouldn’t be for long. A big guy like Ajax would probably begin to wake in about half an hour to an hour tops so he had to work fast. Jenkins used what little strength he had to move Ajax off the kitchen chair as gently as possible before dragging his sleeping body down the hallway and into the bedroom.

Right away Jenkins got to work. He started by unlocking the hidden safe he kept in his closet and pulling out a very old looking piece of paper. Written on it we’re instructions. Instructions for a forbidden spell that’d been passed down through his family for generations. One that’d been used many times by his spiritual ancestors. A body swapping spell.

He set everything he needed like candles before making a circle out of magic runes around himself and Ajax. Once that was done he took a sedative himself, one that was slightly stronger and that should kick in very soon so there was no time to waste. He got in position and took a deep breath before taking the paper once again and reading out the ancient incantation inscribed on it. Speaking the forbidden words with as much chest as he could, trying not to lose his focus as he noticed the runes around them begin to glow. His old heart beating faster with anticipation until finally he reached the last line.

He shouted those final words to complete the spell and in an instant the runes glowed brighter than ever before, creating some kind of magical bubble around the two men. Yet before Jenkins could even celebrate his success his body began to convulse and moments later his soul was forced out through his mouth as a glowing blue mass, leaving his elderly body limp and lifeless. Shortly followed by the unconscious Ajax writhing slightly until a blue mass of glowing energy was forced out of his mouth too!

The two energies twirled around one another for a moment until they formed into a ghostly version of the people they belonged to. A ghostly Ajax who seemed lost for words and a ghostly Mr Jenkins who was grinning at him maliciously, knowing what was to happen next. Magic continued to swirl around the pair as their spiritual forms began to transform. Mr Jenkins’ ghost looking younger and hunkier by the second while Ajax’s grew older and withered. Only coming to an end when their souls had completely transformed into one another!

Now that Jenkins had become Ajax in soul, the only thing left was to take his physical body. After the transformation was complete their souls returned to their orb like states, spinning around each other again before launching into the mouths of the opposite bodies they started in.

With that the magic of the spell dissipated without a trace, leaving nothing but silence. For about ten minutes anyway as not long after, ‘Ajax’ began to stir.

He groaned. His body felt heavy and tired due to the sedatives that were in his system. Yet the moment he caught sight of his body, his eyes shot open with wonder. “Haha! Yes it worked! It actually fucking worked!” He shouted and raved as he reached down to feel the strong pecs underneath his shirt with a shit eating grin.

The young stud practically leapt onto his feet with excitement, moving faster and more freely than he had in years! He wasted no time in whipping off his shirt and dumping it on the floor so he could get a better look at his body and he wasn’t disappointed. “Jesus this boy is in good shape.” He mumbled as he ran a hand down the cobbled abs that decorated his stomach. “I was nowhere near this buff last time I was this young.” He added, while flexing his new biceps for the first time and watching with wonder as the muscle peaked. “Fuuuck… I feel so strong!”

Every inch of his body was bulging with powerful muscles just begging to be flexed and groped. And that’s exactly what he did. Running his hands up and down his entire frame as he kicked off Ajax’s shorts. Squeezing his new pecs and pinching his nipples. Kissing his biceps as they bulged. Flexing his glutes and loving just how tight his new muscle ass felt. Not to mention how taut his skin was now. “God I’m sooo young!” He moaned as he grabbed his crotch. His new and improved cock already standing at attention and waiting to be used. “Gotta… cum!”

Jenkins shimmied down his underwear and finally set his dick free. It looked gorgeous. He never thought he’d see a cock this beautiful in person ever again. And it was his! So thick and imposing just like the rest of his body. Without a single thought he wrapped a hand around it and started jerking while continuing to groping himself with his free hand.

“Oh fuuuuuuckkk! I haven’t been this rock hard in decades!” He bit his lip, pumping his young new dick more furiously than he had in years while cupping his muscle tits and feeling their weight sit in his hand. Worshipping himself as much as humanly possible whilst moaning in his youthful yet deep voice, only serving to turn him on even more.

With the vigorous speed at which he was jerking, after only about five minutes he could already tell he was starting to get close. His fat new balls welling up with a huge ass load. But he needed to see himself before he came. And so he made a dash for the nearby bathroom where he was able to gaze up his reflection for the first time. Seeing the face of Ajax staring back at him almost made him cream on the spot.

“Holy fuck I’m a hunk! My hair is so dark… and my face is so fuckin sexy!” It was taking his brain a moment to take it all in. The unfamiliar reflection of a different man. He inspected the short bearded he now adorned, rubbing a hand across it while getting a feel for his new jaw. Allowing his fingers to gently glide across his lips and over his nose. Relishing in his smooth skin without a wrinkle in sight. Inspecting each individual feature with such lust.

“I’m Ajax…” He muttered to himself. Feeling a shiver of delight run up his spin as he said those

“I’m Ajax!” He repeated the claim, louder this time as he took a step back to really focus on his cock. Tightening his grip around it before hastening his pace. The thick manhood began to dribble significant amounts of precum from its tip. Just the feeling of it was overwhelming his senses in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Youthful lust consuming him.

“I’M AJAX!!!” He shouted one final time with certainty and the second he did the floodgates opened. His cock was like a cum hose, firing his potent seed all over the mirror and sink in powerful bursts. All while he moaned like a horny slut. “Yeahhhhhhh…” He made sure to squeeze every last drop out of dick, watching with satisfaction as it pulsed and leaked.

The new Ajax trudged back into the bedroom with a dumb grin before falling back onto the bed in exhaustion. Laying out his model of a body in all its sweaty glory after the hottest and most intense orgasm of his life. “My fuckin… body now…” he grunted between laboured breaths. After that he was certain he had no regrets.

He sat back after a couple minutes once he’d caught his breath before looking down at his new body again. Eyes scanning over the strong muscle he now owned. His gaze then shifted across the room, peering over at his former body. “Probably got a couple hours before he wakes up after that stronger sedative I took.” He theorised. “More than enough time to get a bit more familiar with my new self before going to see my new boyfriend.” Ajax sniggered.

Just then however his nose caught a whiff of a strong manly scent. A scent that very quickly drew his nose towards his own sweaty armpits. “Woof! That is ripe!” He quickly went in for another sniff before running his tongue along his damp pit. “Uhooo that’s goood.” Not wasting any time he quickly switched to the other pit, sniffing and licking that one too. Instantly having fallen in love with his own musk. And who could blame him!? He smelt like a proper manly muscle stud! “Should probably still get a shower before seeing Eric though… but until then I’m gonna enjoy this.” He grinned.

———

“And once I was more familiar with this body, I got dressed again and made my way back here. That’s when I apologised to you.” Ajax finished, having detailed most of what’d happened to his original boyfriend in the spirit of honesty as he and Eric sat side by side on the bed. He seemed sincere about it all but it was hard for Eric to tell with how Ajax’s dick was still at full mast. He even touched it a couple times absentmindedly while describing what had happened.

It was a lot for Eric to take in. Even though he’d been thinking it over these last few days, actually hearing Ajax admit that he wasn’t the real Ajax was still mad to hear. Especially as he detailed exactly how it’d gone down. On one hand it sounded completely absurd just as he’d told himself it was whenever he considered the possibility. Yet on the other hand he couldn’t help believing it. There was no denying that Ajax had a completely different feel around him now. Even though he looked the same on the outside, he’d just felt different. And now he knew why.

“So… you’re Mr Jenkins. The old man who’s lived across from us for years.” Eric said as he tried to process it all.

“I was Mr Jenkins.” The muscle bound stud corrected. “Now I’m your hunky boyfriend Ajax!” He smiled before wrapping an arm around Eric and pulling him closer. “Difference being that I actually appreciate you and this life unlike the former owner of this body.”

Eric mulled over all the stuff this man had described to him, specifically all the horrible things his original boyfriend had said when he wasn’t around. He had to admit it sounded like stuff the Ajax he knew would complain about. But all those horrible names? The way he blamed Eric for everything? It made him wanna cry.

“But wait. How do you know so much about Ajax and me then?? Have you been spying on us all these years?” Eric questioned.

Ajax chuckled at the accusation. “No no no. Nothing like that. If anything I’ve tried to keep my distance from you two. I always thought you were a hot couple and I was a little obsessed with Ajax’s body. However I didn’t want to seem like that creepy neighbour you know?” He explained before continuing on. “No, the reason I know so much is because the swap also transfers a bunch of memories as well. It was really strange at first. I was remembering things about Ajax that I’d never experienced despite my memories claiming I had. Like the first time I went skiing a few years back and ended up falling dozens of times before getting right. I know that I didn’t do that but because the old Ajax did, it feels like I did as well. Same goes for most other memories. It’s pretty handy for convincing people that I’m the real Ajax honestly. Hell it took you about five days to figure it out and that was after that asshole came here screaming and shouting about body swaps!” He laughed again while pulling Eric closer joyously.

“Fuck… I don’t know what to say.” Eric mumbled. “Part of me wants to feel bad that you trapped him in your old body but at the same time he’d been turning into such an asshole recently and if he really said all that stuff to you then…” He sighed, hiding his face in his palms. “On the other hand I wanna be mad at you for tricking me and pretending to be him but…”

“But I’m better?” Ajax finished. “A better man than he ever was?” He got up and stood over Eric with a cocky yet irresistible look on his face. Putting his hands on his hips while proudly displaying his nude body. “Come on. Haven’t these last few days been proof enough of that?”

“Y-yeah.” Eric admitted. “These last few days have been amazing. You’re kinder than he was, more considerate, funnier, happier…” his gaze then shifted to his boyfriend's fat cock, still bucking between his legs excitedly. “Better at sex…”

“Exactly! Don’t you see? This is for the best!” Ajax claimed as he took a step closer. “I get to have a strong, handsome new body and you get a boyfriend who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He placed a hand gently on Eric’s cheek. “And fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked.” A thick glob of precum dribbled from his cock, making him feel like such a stud.

Eric did his best not to drool at the sight, trying to keep a level head in the moment. “I… uhmm…” He took a deep breath to compose himself. “But you stole most of his life. Isn’t that wrong?” He shuffled slightly while trying to look at the moral side of all this.

Ajax smiled softly. “Look. You said it yourself, the old Ajax was an asshole. He was horrible to you and was probably going to continue being horrible to other people. Do you really think a person like that deserved a body and life like this? Or you for that matter?” The body snatcher argued. “Besides at the end of the day what’s done is done. The spell I used is a once in a lifetime kinda deal. I couldn’t swap back with him or anyone else if I wanted. I’m Ajax forever now. Full stop.”

Eric took a moment to let it all sink in. Part of him still wanted to feel bad but the other part of him was strangely grateful. Grateful that his cold hearted boyfriend had been switched out for a much superior version. It was a lot to take in but the more he thought about it, the more he began to imagine himself and this new Ajax. No more constant arguing or toxicity. Instead being a happy and healthy couple that truly loves one another. And for the first time in years Eric could actually see a possible future where he marries this man…

“Good.” Eric stated, standing up and facing Ajax with a glimmer in his eye that the other man couldn’t quite decipher. “You’re right. He didn’t deserve this body. But you fucking do.” He reached out and gave one of Ajax’s biceps a squeeze whilst planting a kiss on one of his pecs. “You deserve all of his muscles. You deserve his stupidly handsome face. And most of all you deserve his fat cock!” With one swift movement, Eric gripped Ajax’s throbbing dick causing him to flinch and grunt slightly. Then without a moment to waste he pushed Ajax back down onto the bed of whom now looked equal parts surprised and amused.

“Ohohoo! Where did this come from??” He questioned after witnessing the sudden shift in Eric’s attitude. Not that he was complaining one bit as he watched Eric swiftly begin to undress.

“What can I say? The thought of the pervy old man from across the street stealing my hot boyfriend’s body is starting to turn me on.” Discarding the last of his clothes Eric hopped onto the bed, shuffling his way on top of Ajax until that thick cock he loved so much as nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. Did he still feel bad for the original Ajax? A little. But if what his new boyfriend said was true then there was no going back anyway. But even if he could, why would he want to go back to having a terrible boyfriend that was probably going to dump him when he could have this instead.

Ajax grinned. “Well I certainly ain’t old anymore.” He reached down and grabbed his stiff manhood and lined it up with Eric’s hungry hole. “I’m young, dumb and full. of. cum.” With that he plunged his cock deep inside causing the couple to let out a unified groan.

“Oh GOD yes!” Eric wailed just as he always did when he took that dick and even more so these last few days. Resting his hands on Ajax’s hairy pecs as he tossed his head back, feeling the entire length filling him up.

“Pervy on the other hand? Maybe just a little.” The hunk smirked before grabbing his lover’s head and pulling him down before stuffing Eric’s nose into his pit. Forcing Eric to get a good whiff of his scent while he began moving his hips slightly.

“Mmmmmmmm… yeahhh!” Eric moaned as he finally pulled away from the sweaty pit. “I wish you’d done that sooner. I’ve always had a thing for his musk but he never let me smell his pits like that…”

“Heheh. I thought about it but I didn’t wanna give myself away too quickly.” Ajax admitted while reaching down and grabbing Eric's ass with both hands, using his strength to rhythmically bounce the other man on his cock. “But now that you know, I can share all my dirty little secrets with you.”

“Oh? Secrets like what?”

A mischievous grin spread across Ajax’s face. “Well. I said that I couldn't use that body swapping spell with anyone again. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t use it…” He continued thrusting upwards into the bouncing ass, feeling the tight hole clenching around his cock with desire. “Not that you have to if you’re happy the way you are. But I’m just saying… it’s an option.”

Eric almost couldn’t believe it. Swapping bodies with someone else? Already his mind was swarming with possibilities. He wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to give up his own body or not but he had to admit the idea of becoming someone else sounded thrilling! A celebrity? An athlete? Or maybe even just a hot guy he happens to pass on the street!? The potential was endless. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind…”

With that the couple lent in and gave each other a deep kiss before really getting to business. Eric grinding his ass down against Ajax’s dick while the other man used all of his might to thrust up as far as he could. Then both long then found themselves maneuvering onto their sides with Ajax now taking up most of the responsibility. Slamming in as deep as possible to make sure he really punished Eric’s prostate with every thrust. But finally they ended up with Eric flat on the bed, gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, as Ajax plunged down into him from above. Utilising every ounce of power his strong youthful body had to ruin his lover's hole. The wet sound of balls smacking filling the room along with seemingly endless moaning until Ajax’s load finally began to well up.

“Ohhh fuck! I’m gonna BLOW!” He warned as his thrusts became infrequent followed by a lengthy groan.

Right away Eric could feel his insides being splattered with seed. The walls of his ass were painted in so much thick cum that it started to leak out around Ajax’s cock and drip onto the bed below before he’d even had a chance to pull out.

After a minute or so Ajax wetly dislodged himself from the hole before collapsing to the side of Eric. “You have no idea how good it feels to have sex like that again.” He mumbled through heavy breaths. “Last time I was this young, being out and gay wasn’t so simple. I found it difficult to get a single discreet hook up, never mind a relationship…”

Eric smiled, looking over at his boyfriend as he felt the cum drooling from his hole. “All the more reason to make up for it now right?” He guided a cheeky hand towards Ajax’s backside before giving his gorgeous bubble ass a playful squeeze. “You know I wondered what it would be like to stick my cock inside his ass for a change.” He hinted. “The old Ajax always said he was an exclusive top who never wanted anything near his ass… This newer, and obviously far superior, Ajax wouldn’t happen to have a slightly different opinion on that now would he?”

Ajax was silent for a moment. He mulled over what Eric was so obviously hinting towards before turning his head slightly and giving him a raised eyebrow. “Fine. But get some lube. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.”

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Your last story has really turned me on. I didn't know you accepted requests. In that case, could you do something about a former retired gangster, who takes over this body? He could be maybe his grandson or something.

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Grandpa's New Groove

Jackie Resetti was a former mobster better known now as Jackie the Snitch for having given up his boss in order to live a quite life with his family in Witness Protection. But Jackie wasn't getting any younger so one day he dug out his momma's old spell book from the old country, he was going to steal one of his grandkids bodies and take over their life. He had been planning this for awhile, even giving the appearance that he may be loosing his mind to sell the transformation. He eyed his sexy grandson, Anthony, damn he was handsome, he couldn't wait to get inside his young body, all the girls he could fuck again.

When it happened it happened quick, Anthony, no in his grandfather's body tried to get him to change them back, he went on claiming that grandpa had taken over his body, the poor thing headed off to the hospital to have his faculties checked. Meanwhile Jackie was on top of the world. He got dolled up in his new outfit to head out and sow his wild oats.

What he didn't count on was that he'd take on his grandson's sexual preferences. Seems pops didn't know Tony was gay. In fact all the beautiful women he checked out didn't do anything for him as his dick refused to rise. Fuck, just his luck he thought, he considered giving tony his life back but knew he wouldn't have another shot at swapping again if he did. Nope he decided he'd give living as his gay grandson a shot, that was when he meet Danny.

A dancer at the club he went to, he was so damn h ot that he decided to see if they'd hit it off. They quickly did and Jackie soon learned Tony was a bottom and quite kinky. It was an amazing night and as Tony became the newest member of the retirement home Jackie embraced his young life, one guy at a time.

Hany Rambod’s New Body (POLL)

Hany Rambod is a 24x Olympia coach who trained the best muscle monsters out there like Chris Bumstead and Phil Heath, but seeing the new generation of bodybuilders, makes him yearn for his younger days and the spotlight.

Though Chris Bumstead was originally planned to be his next body, but decided to go someone younger with a lot of potential which he settled on two younger upcoming bodybuilders: Axel and Sean

Which Body Should Hany take?

Axel?

Sean?

Any idea for these guys?

Enjoying life

This is Carl, the fiancé of my daughter. Seems nice, huh?

Wrong. He is total dumbass. Fucking vanilla boring if you ask me. Healthy lifestyle and weight-lifitng. Fuck that. When I was young I just wanted to enjoy life. And I still do. The issue here is that I don't have much time left. Yeah, maybe I was enjoying my life way too much. Drinking, motorcycles, cigars. And as you can guess. I got cancer. The doctor said I might have weeks, maybe months.

And guess who appeared back in my life after hearing the news. Yeah, my daughter and her fucking Carl. I know they just want to get money from me. But you know what? I won't let them fuck with me like this. I got my own plans

As I started my plan. Set the money transfers, my will, my suicide note, everything. All I need now is for Kelly to leave for the trip with her friends. Kelly took her time, but eventually left.

Let's begin. I observed Carl on the balcony. Little fucker. Parading here shirtless just in a towel. I'll show you, you little brat

I ate enough shrooms and then approahced him.

"Hey, Mr. Bennett. You look a little pale. Are you ok?"

"When I will become you, I will be just fine." I pushed myself against him.

A dramatic battle of wills followed. He isn't so week as he seemed. But eventually I won anyway

I went to get the cigarettes I had stached on the balcony

"Finally I can enjoy atleast cigarettes. The cigars will have to wait for now."

I lit one and put it in my mouth. A familiar taste entered my new mouth.

I had two more after that one. Then I went to get some clothes from Carls wardrobe. I had to keep the plan going to get some alibi.

But suddenly Kelly appeared. "Hey, honey. Just forgot something to take with me. We' pushed the departure time for an hour, so I have some time to spend with you. Have you seen dad? Is he around somewhere?"

"No, I think he went to lie down. He wasn't feeling well."

Now, if you have a great moral compass, it's time for you to stop the story here. Because everything ended well and you can go to sleep.

If you stayed, well... You're just as a disturbing person as I am, so keep your judging for yourself.

Kelly took the towel and threw it behind her. We proceeded to kiss. But weirdly enough I was looking at her as another different woman. Not my daughter anymore. Than she went down a gave me a head. I can assure you that this girl is a pro and knows what she's doing. I have had my fare share of woman in my life before. But this has been one of the best blow jobs I have ever experienced.

And yeah. This is me now. I added some new tatoos to my body. Got myself a nice new collection of cigars and a motorbike. My new motorcycle is arriving on Tuesday, so I can't wait to enjoy my new life with Kelly. Carl and Kelly. Cute, huh?

Oh, and one thing. Carl forgot to mention to Kelly that he was bisexual. It was pretty wierd, when I was cheating on her with some girl and her boyfriend came, that I wanted to fuck him too. And I did. So yeah. I fuck with everybody I fancy now. Talk about enjoying life!

Can you do an old man criminal young soldier body swap, please?

Ben, the freshly enrolled cadet, had to wake up early that day. Why? Because some old dipshit had to escape prison few days ago and was rumored to be in the area nearby. The military was there to help the police in order to capture this escapee.

The split into groups. Ben's group got the forest. They got near an old cabin that has been abandonem many years ago

They searched the area and entered the building. Besides discovering some voodoo rituals they also found proof of someone squatting here not that long ago. There was a warm lighter on the doorstep of the backdoor entrance.

Ben's P.O.V.

"He can't be far. Must have heard us closing in." one of my firends screamed out.

The group got out of the building. I stayed behind to take photos and look for more evidence for the police. What I didn't expect was that he run out of the secret room beneath the floor and jump me.

He was strong for an old man. But he had an advantage, because I honestly had no idea that he was there. I have to get him or I'll get in trouble.

A fight followed. He managed to get me on the ground and choke me. Then he pulled away a bit, because he resched for the voodoo totem in the middle of the ritual. He snapped the totem in half. Bunch of mess, dust and something smelly fell directly into mine and his face.

The last thing I remember was him laughing hysterically. Then, darkness.

I woke up to the sound of my group approaching. They must have heard the screaming and the old man's laughter. I opened my eyes and then pain followed. My face was pressed on the ground. My hands behind my back, handcuffed.

"Now you'll go back where you belong fucker." I heard a VERY familiar voice.

I turned my head and saw my own body talking to someone. At that moment, I don't know what came over me. I got hysterical. Maybe if I explained who I am and gave them some details, then they might have trusted me. But I only screamed and cried and scream again.

The police arrived and the last thing I saw was my body looking at me with a mischievous grin, grabbing my body's crotch and winking at me.

This can't be happening

Abraham's P.O.V.

I am finally free. The escape was only a small part of the plan. The bigger one was to get all the ingredients to do the ritual and swap with someone. Poor fucker, he's gonna get a proper beating in jail. Well that's not my problem now. My only goal is to go unnoticed and start my new young life.

Ah, man. I can't wait much longer. They have to leave now or else I might explode all this cum right here in these clothes.

It took them 30 more minutes before they left me alone. I didn't have any chores as a reward for capturing him. Heh, right you fuckers. I won't be staying much longer.

I collapsed on the chair. Pretending to be someone else is surprisingly more stressful than I rememeber.

Anyway. Time to explore this new body! Wait! This guy seems strong. Let me just try something

Holy shit. What a stamina. It doesn't even hurt to lift myself. And those abs. Yeah. I'll be enjoying this. I laid down on the bed.

These are so hot man. I have NEVER in my life had these before. He must be in great shape overall.

I took off my shirt and decided I want to have some fun

Let's show these fucker's who's really storno. I got into the gym to show off my new body. Some of the guys tried not to look at me, but others just kept staring.

I went to the showers to enjoy myself in the mirror. Someone left their shaving cream and I could already feel the need to shave.

"Man, I look great!"

I took off the rest of the clothes and hopped into the shower. Being this fit is truly awesome. The tightness and horniness that I feel from beeing this strong is undiscrabable. I started jerking my new cock. Which was nicely curved, not that big, but wide enough to please some of the women I'm about to fuck. Or men, who knows.

I masturbated with no shame at all. Someone even came during my session and rather left instead of watching me enjoy myself. I finished all over the floor and just left it there.

Before the end of the day I was released from my duties for many inappropriate behavioirs. How should I know that those guys don't like to experiment with each other. I don't know what their issue was.

Anyway, I got on the nearest bus to get into town. Found the nearest shop and got me some fine cigarettes.

"I have missed this so fucking much" I said before coughing rapidly. "Not used to it, huh boy? Well don't worry, that's about to change" I took a puff of my cigarette heading of to the nearest bar.

A new life begins!

Aniversario

Una soleada tarde de primavera, una leve brisa entraba por las ventanas abiertas del apartamento de Michael. El hombre yacía boca arriba sobre su cama destendida, con nada más que un suspensorio puesto. El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor, resultado de su rutina de ejercicio matinal y el calor de la tarde. La luz de la habitación hacía los músculos de Michael resaltar aún más.

La habitación estaba bastante ordenada, a excepción de un poco de ropa sucia desperdigada por el suelo. El aroma masculino de Michael era perceptible en toda la habitación. Era el resultado de la mezcla de colonia, desodorante y sudor. A la mayoría le hubiera parecido un olor demasiado intenso, a algunos incluso repugnante, pero a Ernesto le encantaba ese olor. Lo único que Ernesto amaba más que el olor de Michael, era usar el cuerpo de Michael.

En la habitación contigua al cuarto, Ernesto se daba un baño refrescante. Por más que amara utilizar a Michael, el calor del ambiente hacía sofocante estar dentro de él por mucho tiempo. Para poder regular su temperatura, Ernesto tenía que salir un par de veces al día del interior de su anfitrión para darse un respiro. El agua tibia resbalaba por su rostro redondo y de barba desaliñada, hasta llegar a su abdomen globoso, y luego a sus piernas regordetas. La luz del sol que entraba al baño hacía relucir la pálida piel de Ernesto, haciéndole ver algo fantasmal.

Ernesto cerró la regadera y secó rápidamente su piel con la toalla de Michael. Michael estaba comenzando a despertar. Estaba desorientado, su memoria era muy nubosa. Lo último que recordaba era estar en una fiesta y tomar un par de cervezas, pero ahora estaba en su apartamento. Aunque, a decir verdad, de no ser por los muebles que reconocía a la perfección, no habría sabido en donde estaba. Todo el lugar estaba organizado de una manera diferente. Desde su closet, que ahora estaba empotrado al muro, hasta su cama, que antes estaba junto a la pared. Pero ahora estaba justo en el centro de la habitación, debajo de una extraña estructura de metal que seguramente serviría para sostener algo.

Aun tratando de entender el cambio en la habitación, Michael notó un cambio aún más importante. Recordaba perfectamente haberse afeitado el día anterior. A las chicas siempre les gustaba más su rostro limpio y cuerpo liso. Pero de alguna manera, todo su cuerpo se había cubierto de vello de la noche a la mañana. Había pelo por todos lados, incluso en sus axilas y entrepierna. Siempre había odiado tener un cuerpo tan peludo. Ahora tendría que salir a comprar crema para afeitar y varios rastrillos para poder eliminar todo el desastre que había sobre su piel.

Michael comenzó a frotar su cuerpo, notando aún más cambios. Su cuerpo parecía un poco más grande de lo que recordaba. Sus pectorales se habían vuelto más voluminosos. Sus piernas se notaban un poco más gruesas. Las venas de sus brazos eran más visibles de lo que recordaba. Era el avance de meses de ejercicio, pero de alguna manera lo había logrado de un día para otro. Como cereza del pastel, Michael vio dos enormes tatuajes, cada uno en un brazo diferente. El nunca marcaría su piel de manera permanente. Por alguna razón, los tatuajes no se veían recién hechos, por el contrario, cualquiera diría que les hacía falta un retoque.

Michael se bajaba de la cama cuando escuchó el ruido de la puerta del baño al abrirse. “Seguramente mi nena de ayer sigue aquí. Ya que no recuerdo nada de anoche, creo que una ronda matutina no estaría mal”, pensó Michael, emocionándose un poco. Su pene había comenzado a llenarse de sangre. El hombre abrió sus ojos como dos platos cuando del baño no salió una chica joven y sexy, sino una bola de grasa desnuda, bajita y muy blanca, parada despreocupadamente frente a él.

"Veo que estás despierto”, Dijo Ernesto en voz alta. “Bueno, disfrútalo. No volverá a ocurrir en mucho tiempo". Antes de que Michael pudiera reaccionar, Ernesto se lanzó contra él y lo tacleo, haciéndolo caer de nuevo a la cama. Michael trató de luchar, pero aún en su condición física, Ernesto era mucho más fuerte y ágil. Ernesto se levantó y tomó las piernas de Michael con sus manos. En un solo movimiento, el cuerpo musculoso de Michael quedó boca abajo. Las redondas y peludas nalgas de Michael estaban apuntando al techo, totalmente expuestas ante el pervertido hombre detrás de él.

“Esta pelea ha hecho que me emocione”, Dijo Ernesto mientras acariciaba su creciente miembro con una mano. Ernesto jaló a Michael al borde de la cama y se lanzó sobre su ancha espalda, usando su barriga para aprisionarlo contra el colchón. Aún contra tanto músculo, Ernesto no tuvo problemas para someter a Michael gracias a su peso. Ernesto alineó su pene ya erecto con el ano sudoroso de Michael, e inmediatamente comenzó a presionar hacia adentro. El agujero de Michael solo había sido utilizado por Ernesto, aún si el primero no lo sabía. Para Ernesto fue muy fácil abrirse paso por la estrecha entrada, introduciendo todo su miembro de un solo golpe.

Un gemido de dolor y placer se escapó de los labios de Michael. Ernesto movió sus caderas de adelante hacía atrás. Su pene por debajo del promedio casi se sale del ano de Michael en más de una ocasión. Michael se sentía asfixiado por el peso de Ernesto sobre él. Ernesto lograba tocar el punto G de Michael en algunos momentos, y de vez en cuando un leve gemido salía de los labios de Michael. Antes de que Michael siquiera se diera cuenta, las piernas de Ernesto ya se habían fusionado con las suyas. Solo las tonificadas y peludas piernas de Michael quedaron apoyadas en el piso a un lado de la cama.

Ernesto siguió empujando su cadera, y de un momento a otro, su pelvis se perdió en la de Michael. Ahora la cadera que se movía era la de Michael, y el placer que sentía se había incrementado exponencialmente. Su verga, hasta ahora flácida, había comenzado a levantarse dentro del suspensorio, y liberaba hilos de líquido preseminal en la tela. Michael ya no controlaba la mitad inferior de su cuerpo, pero podía sentir cada movimiento que esta hacía bajo el mando de Ernesto. En lo más profundo de su mente, una débil y familiar voz comenzó a resonar, le decía que este era su papel en el mundo, y que no le quedaba más que disfrutarlo.

El roce de las suaves sábanas de la cama estimulaba a Ernesto y Michael por igual. Ernesto bufó como toro al sentir la potencia del poderoso miembro que ahora controlaba. El pene de Michael era lindo, a Ernesto le gustaba verlo desde afuera, pero le encantaba poder sentir placer con él. A la vez que los bufidos de Ernesto se hacían más intensos, los gemidos de Michael también aumentaban en volumen y frecuencia. La cabeza de Michael era un desastre. Los instintos más básicos de su mente le decían que debía liberarse y correr. Al mismo tiempo la voz se hacía más y más intensa. La voz le repetía a Michael una y otra vez que debía dejarse llevar por el placer, que era su deber entregarse totalmente al desconocido.

Con un solo movimiento, Ernesto fusionó su gran vientre con el firme torso de Michael. La gran barriga de Ernesto se hundió dentro de Michael como si nunca hubiese existido. Ernesto empujó un poco más y logró dejarse caer completamente sobre los anchos hombros de Michael, y al hacerlo, también logró controlar sus brazos y sus manos en un solo movimiento. Ernesto usó los grandes y fuertes brazos de Michael para levantarse de la cama. Ahora el cuerpo de Michael tenía dos cabezas, por un lado estaba su cabeza original, y del otro estaba la del ladrón de cuerpos. Michael podía ver y sentir cómo su cuerpo se movía bajo la voluntad de Ernesto.

Ernesto caminó usando sus nuevas piernas gruesas para dirigirse hasta el espejo de cuerpo completo que tenía en el cuarto. Se paró frente a él y admiró su adquisición. Sin duda Michael había sido la mejor opción de todas las que tenía disponibles. Casi todas las partes del viril cuerpo de Michael estaban bajo el control de Ernesto, quien comenzó a flexionar sus brazos y a apretar sus pectorales peludos, enmarcando aún más la masa magra que ahora poseía.

La cabeza de Michael estaba inmóvil, pero con los ojos bien clavados en su reflejo. De vez en cuando, un gemido de placer salía de su garganta. En el interior, la conciencia de Michael no podía concentrarse en otra cosa que no fuera la voz. Era su propia voz hablándole en el interior. Decía que estaba siendo un buen contenedor para el amo. Decía que su deber era servir a su maestro sin importar qué. Decía que su cuerpo ahora era única y exclusivamente propiedad de su maestro. Michael ya no luchó más. Solo podía pensar en complacer a su raptor.

"Gracias por darme este gran cuerpo. Hoy es un día especial, así que te dejaré estar consciente. Así podrás ver cómo me hago cargo de él jeje", las bocas de Ernesto y Michael dijeron al unísono. Ernesto bajó las manos de Michael por todo su cuerpo. Una vez en sus caderas, tomó el elástico del suspensorio y lo dejó caer hasta sus tobillos. Con toda su gloria masculina al descubierto, Ernesto comenzó a masturbar su verga, que estaba tan firme como un mástil. Ambas cabezas comienzan a gemir y bufar a la vez. La mente de Michael aún era semi independiente, pero el resto de su cuerpo ya había sucumbido al control del ladrón.

“Hora del gran final", dicen Ernesto y Michael a la vez. Aún frente al espejo, Ernesto continuó masturbándose, usando su verga robada. El sudor salía de cada poro de la piel de Michael, y escurría por todas partes, funcionando como lubricante. Después de un par de frotamientos más, Ernesto pudo sentir que estaba a punto de correrse, y antes de soltar su carga, empujó su cabeza contra la de Michael, tomando el control total al mismo tiempo que dejaba su leche caliente y espesa por todo el espejo. Ernesto se dejó caer de rodillas y usó la lengua de Michael para limpiar hasta la última gota de semen del espejo. "Delicioso", dijo en voz alta para sí mismo.

El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor. Ernesto se levantó del piso, tomó la toalla que había usado para secarse previamente y se quitó el exceso de sudor de la piel. Rápidamente se vistió con un conjunto que tenía preseleccionado. Este era el comienzo de un gran día, un día de celebración. Después de todo, justo hace un año, Ernesto había dejado su trabajo como conserje y había robado el cuerpo y la vida del adinerado Michael, el DILF del edificio en el que trabajaba. Casi nadie notó la ausencia del conserje latino del edificio, y a los pocos días contrataron uno nuevo. Ernesto ya no tenía que preocuparse nunca por el dinero o tener un trabajo que involucrara esfuerzo físico. Sin duda, robar el cuerpo y vida de Michael fue la mejor idea que pudo haber tenido.

Bull destroyer. He enters and leaves a gaping hole

These MILFs legs are all wobbly like jelly now when I stick my tongue out and gently imitate the way I'll eat their pussy in the bathroom. They instantly called 911 when I did it back when I was still in my fucking twig-like janitor's body, fucking overreacting bunch of bitches. Now, with Aaron the coach's body under my control, the only thing they do with their phones are trying to record my every movement when I coached their kids, as if I didn't know that they will use it to pleasure themselves later, or sending some raunchy messages to my number begging to get some personal attention from me. How the table has turned