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THE GREAT HOST 3

Bob was pissed. The police had discovered it. He had spent the last few months as Paul and he had loved it. That youthful force had many advantages, and he had finally managed to revive his criminal business. But Paul's family was nosy and together with the police they had expelled him from Paul's body and arrested him.

It wasn't a big deal to escape again, those idiots had discovered a way to nullify my possession and expel me from another body, but they haven't developed anything to prevent possession. Getting into the body of one of the cops was very simple. That bastard will wake up tomorrow with a huge headache, but now I need another container. I will remain hidden for a while before recovering Paul's body. It would also be a good idea to call the banks and withdraw the money you earn this time like Paul.

However, another problem arose......Bob could access his accounts since he knew his passwords, but when he called the bank, the detection of voice prevented him from carrying out any procedure. Of course, since he had been so stupid, he made the security with Paul's body, and with his voice. Bob had no choice but to advance his plans.

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It was Thursday night and Tyler had just left a club. He had done well, he had fucked a beautiful girl in the bathroom and he had said goodbye to his friends, because he was working tomorrow. When leaving the premises he put on his jacket because of how cool the night was. He then lit a cigarette and started towards his house.

A sloppy-looking man approached him and asked for a cigarette. Tyler had no problems and was about to take one out when that man pinned him against the wall and disappeared into his body. From that moment Tyler saw black.

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Just as Bob had assumed, getting a new skin was not difficult. On this occasion his victim was Tyler Relic, 28 years old. Of course he was a very handsome man, which could perfectly be his permanent skin, however Paul had something special.

Tyler, now totally controlled by Bob, took a deep drag on his cigarette......."Don't worry, Paul, we'll see each other again soon."

Yeah, I think I can get used to this.

The Solar Eclipse - Switch

You are watching the Solar Eclipse when suddenly, all of you who's watching it passed out. Then after the eclipse, you learned that everyone who witness the eclipse randomly switched bodies. The last photo you like will be your new body. Here's mine.

Let me see who you've got.

Who would have thought I’d ever have a body like this again?! Definitely not me, but when I was on vacation, I found a rare amulet that allowed me to switch bodies with whoever I wanted. Of course, when I spotted this delectable English hunk on the beach, in nothing more than a pair of shorts, I couldn’t help myself. It was like he was just asking to be possessed.

Now, all these muscles are mine. It feels so damn good to be young again! No more old aching joints. Watch me flex these muscles! Of course, I wanted to spread the joy, so I invited two more of my old buddies to come and have some fun. I got them some new bodies too.

Of course, the three of us had some fun with one another. I mean, look at those two hunks. I just had to bottom for them. Good thing this old body was a straight dude, my hole was so tight both my friends came just minutes into fucking me. And we could go for multiple rounds again too, just like the old days.

We’re gonna spend a few more days here on vacation, flaunting our hot new bodies before we take them back to our daily lives.

ALL MY COP STORIES

Wow, I just realized I have 3 stories about cops being replaced. I updated them with corrections.

GOOD COP, BAD COP was my first:

PERFECT COVER

SWAT SWAP - my latest.

Always Save Before You Exit

Kenny was tired of the drudgery of life, working, gym, his nagging girlfriend, even his friends were boring him. It didn’t matter that he was good looking, rode a motorcycle, he was just bored, which wasn’t helped by his tedious construction job.

He’d heard of a new service where you could rent out your body, you’d set the price, set all the limits, and if any conditions were violated, the rental would automatically end. He’d been thinking of doing a trip across the country during the summer, and this would help him be able to afford it.

He set up an appointment and heard them out. He wasn’t sure, but he figured he’d give it a chance, he had nothing to lose, if no one liked his price or the rules, they’d turn him down. He started simple, no smoking, no unprotected sex, no tattoos or permanent marks, he opted to be unaware of the time he was being rented, he chose not to give the person access to his memories, and then shot for the moon with the rental fee, $1,000/day, clicking “Save” after each page. Once he got to the last page, he clicked “Save” once again and walked out, unaware he didn’t click “Submit.”

As he walked out, he didn’t see anyone else around, but that was a mix of adrenaline and tunnel vision, as there was an old, thin man sitting in the corner who entered the room next to fill out his profile.

When Icarus walked into the room, he noticed the computer was still opened to Kenny’s profile, and he could still make edits. Icarus went to town making changes, knowing he’d love to have Kenny’s body. He changed the limits, the rules, the settings, even the price. And then he clicked “Submit,” finalizing Kenny’s account, and setting up his own.

No less than an hour after he arrived home, Kenny received an email saying his body had been rented. The email noted the renter agreed to everything Kenny listed, and so if Kenny accepted, no further bargaining was needed. Kenny was prompted with a warning when he clicked accept “Warning: All rentals over five days required additional disclosures. Are you sure you want to engage in this rental? All rental funds will be placed in escrow earning interest until the end of the rental period. Do you agree?” Kenny happily clicked Yes. He was expecting to wake up a few days later, with a huge deposit into his account.

However, Kenny was instantly unable to move, with his body moving on its own. He was petrified, thinking something had gone horribly wrong. His body was moving without him in control, he could hear his voice talking, “Hmm, this feels so good. This voice is so deep, and I’m so young and hot. This is the best use of my annual bonus from work. I don’t regret spending 7Gs got this body.” Kenny realized he never looked at the rental time, but figured while he hated this arrangement, it would only be for a week. His body went into his bedroom and jerked off, several times, with Kenny feeling it each time. Then his girlfriend came home and Kenny heard his voice say “Hey Clarice, want to have some fun?” To which he thought ‘how does he know her name?’ She relented after a few minutes and they fucked, over and over, with her moaning how much better it felt than usual. Kenny also realized how good it felt, and that his body wasn’t wearing a condom.

Kenny realized how much he’d fucked up. Whoever this guy was, he somehow had access to all Kennys memories, Kenny was aware of the rental, and apparently none of the rules were in play. Kenny felt his body smoking like a chimney, felt tattoos being applied, felt his body fucking like crazy, his girlfriend, random women, even men. It wasn’t until the eighth day Kenny was scared, as he was still unable to control anything.

This hell went on for days beyond count. Kenny eventually gave up and retreated into the recesses of his mind. Until finally, he woke up and had control. He woke up to kids running around, jumping on his bed.

His phone, which he knew was his, but it was much different and high tech-y pinged, “Thank you for using our service. The rental fee of $7,300 plus 5% annual interested has been deposited into your account. We hope you enjoyed your rental.” And “A deposit of $19,369.08 has been made to your account.”

Kenny ran from bed and looked in a mirror. He was old now, grey hair, leathered skin, he felt a craving for a cigarette which he instinctively lit, and he saw tattoos covering his arms and chest.

He ran to the rental office to demand answers. It turns out he now had six kids, from four different women, still the same shitty job, and the same bike. It was only then that he was shown a copy of his rental agreement. “No rules, full awareness, full memory access” was all that was written, not the pages of rules he set up. And then he saw that the rental amount was different too, rather than $1,000 per day it was $1. Kenny had given up twenty years of his youth for $7,300, and while that almost tripled in size, he now had a huge family, a bad job and a nicotine addition.

@malevessel for the picture and rental idea

Does anyone know who these two are? I know it's a gay couple that one is bald and the other has a goatee. They both have a tattoo with two ks and a crown on top and they call themselves "the kings..."

@human-sort

Saliendo de prisión

Historia pedida por @malevessel

Saben crecer teniendo una vida muy dura fue algo que le toco a mi familia, hace 24 años cuando yo tenia una año mis padres fallecieron y quedé al cuidado de Leo, el es mi tío segundo, era mi único familiar, lo malo que el no estaba muy bien económicamente y nos tocó vivir siempre limitados, cuando entré a la escuela el se aumentaba por días y luego regresaba con dinero para pagar mis estudios, mi ropa, y en general todo lo que ocupábamos, todo lo que tengo se lo debo a el, pero cuando cumplí 18 el no regreso, me quedé a vivir solo, conseguí un empleo y apoyos para poder estudiar, me gradué de abogado.

Hace unos meses un preso me solicitó para llevar su caso ya que aparentemente su anterior abogado había renunciado, yo llegué a mi reunión con el pero cuando me estaban llevando a una sala para poder hablar con el pasamos por un área en la que vi a un hombre que me resultó familiar, creí a haber visto al tío Leo, cuando finalmente salí de mi reunión con mi cliente pedí a uno de los guardias si podía ver al señor que creía era mi tío, el guardia me dijo que estaba equivocado ya que ese prisionero dijo que no tenia familiares, pero como la información que le di al guardia coincidía con la del preso excepto el echo de la familia logré conseguir una reunión con el, cuando lo vi me reconoció, comencé a llorar de la felicidad y del enojo ya que no sabía porque me dejó solo, pero a la vez estaba alegre de volverlo a ver, luego me enteré que el fue a prisión por robar, resulta que para obtener el dinero para mantenernos a flote el robaba y vendía lo que robaba, eso me hizo sentir culpable, busque algún medio legal para sacarlo, pero resulta que en su estancia en prisión no había tenido buena conducta ya que se metía en varios problemas y casi mata a la última persona que todo ya que le causó un infarto durante el atraco.

Yo buscaba un vacío legal pero no encontré nada, no me quedo más opción que rendirme, le visitaba varias veces a la semana, hace una semana decidí buscar por última vez fui a la biblioteca local a buscar más libro y vi un libro raro que me llamó la atención, se llamaba la magia del cuerpo y alma, el libro explicaba como hacer 3 cosas, viajes astrales, posesiones y regresiones, también habían varias advertencias pero no había problema la mayoría eran casos poco probables, yo soy escéptico pero por pura curiosidad lo llevé a casa, probé el hechizo de viaje astral, seguí los pasos y de pronto estaba flotando sobre mi cuerpo,era asombroso, no lo podía creer, entonces fui a explorar el vecindario y después regrese.

Al día siguiente tenia un plan le enseñaría a mi tío y dejaría que tomara mi cuerpo, luego saldría y le buscaríamos un nuevo cuerpo temporal, ya que ni por su edad lo dejarían salir de prisión debido a su "ola de crímenes".

Así llegamos al día de hoy, fui temprano en mi moto a la prisión, ya le había explicado todo a mi tío, le dije el plan desde antes me pararía cerca de la prisión y entonces el me poseía, ser iría a mi casa y me dejaría para salir y buscar el cuerpo de algún vecino, y la primera parte paso como planeamos.

Me pare afuera de la prisión, un guardia me vio y preguntó si iba a pasar, le dije que no, que estaba pensando algunas cosas pero no era seguro, solo se dio la vuelta, entonces sentí un frío inundar mi espalda, era una sensación sorprendentemente incomoda, mi espalda se contrata, entonces escuché la voz del tío Leo.

Leo: hey muchacho ya estoy aquí vámonos.

Erick: no puedo tío tu estas tomando el control, ya no siento mis piernas.

Leo: es cierto esto se siente bien sabes poder sentir zapatos cómodos otra vez.

Eric: me alegra eso, tío antes de nada debo decirte que leyendo las advertencias ayer me di cuenta que la posesión tiene un efecto que...

Leo POV:

Leo: cual efecto, que pasa?

Genial ya se fue, sabíamos que el proceso era rápido pero no tanto, bueno creo que lo mejor será ir a casa, tome la moto de Erick y conduje hasta la casa, el sentimiento de libertad me hizo tan feliz que pensé que no haría daño si me paseaba un rato por el camino.

Luego me di cuenta que había pasado mas de una hora y en eso recibí un llamado de la prisión informando mi aparente muerte, pero solo dije que iría después, sabía que Erick probablemente no tendría mucho tiempo ya que no me pudo dar la advertencia completa.

Al entrara la casa , me vi en un espejo, era tan raro ver a Erick en el reflejo y no a mi, comencé a buscar el libro que no encontraba por ningún lado, estuve buscando por mas de media hora, entonces comencé a sentir una extraña ola de excitación, pero sabía que no debía hacer nada por respeto a mi sobrino, seguía buscando pero la sensación cada vez era mayor, el cuerpo que habitaba estaba caliente y duro, entonces encontré el libro, buscaba el apartado de posesión y por algún motivo sentía como cada vez mi cuerpo estaba a punto de correrse, encontré la página y las advertencias decían cosas como que no hay seguridad de mantener personalidad y un montón de cosas específicas pero no de gran importancia, entonces llegué a un párrafo que de no se por mi estado en el cual ya sentía como gotas de semen escapaban de mi pene prestado me habría dado un paro de lo grave que era.

Debido a que el cuerpo humano está echo para que un alma habite en su interior suele haber una relación que a la hora de la posesión se corta, ya que el alma del dueño original se desconecta para dar paso al del nuevo anfitrión, por lo que debes estar seguro de que escogiste al cuerpo correcto o de lo contrario déjalo usando el mismo hechizo para regresar a tu cuerpo o saltar al cuerpo de alguien más, ya que al desconectar el alma original esta solo cuenta con 2 horas antes de ser expulsada de su cuerpo, este se daría a través de un estado de éxtasis en el cual el cuerpo se auto estimulará para correrse y sacar el alma original, una vez fuera el alma ahora líquida deberá ser almacenada en algún recipiente, vaciado en algún objeto o persona para no perderse, ya que de quedar expuesta reaccionara como cualquier fluido y al secarse se desvanecerá de manera permanente.

No podía creer lo que leía ya que sentía como me estaba corriendo en contra de mi voluntad, entonces me di cuenta de lo que pasaba, acababa de pasar, Erick acaba de salir de su cuerpo, me deje llevar por sentirme libre y desperdicie el tiempo de mi nieto antes de ser separado de su cuerpo, de manera rápida me quite el traje y lo coloque sobre mi entrepierna con la esperanza que mi sobrino aun estuviera en parte dentro de el pero ya era tarde, toda su esencia aparentemente quedó impregnada en el traje de motociclista que llevaba.

Busque en el libro pero no había nada que dijera como revertir esto, solamente descubrí que ahora Erick estaría en ese traje, tome el traje pero al tocarlo escuche su voz.

Erick: tío, me puedes escuchar?

Leo: si, pero como es esto posible.

Erick: no lo se exactamente pero creo que es como si pudiera sentirte cuando tomaste el traje porque antes de eso todo era silencio.

Fue entonces que una idea paso por mi mente, me volví a colocar el traje y sentía como si alguien estuviera conmigo.

Leo: si, eso es cierto, que bueno que esta esta opción.

Erick.: que pasa?, puedo ver otra vez, y sentir, eso es buen... porque no puedo mover nada?

Leo: creo que al usar el traje puedes ver y sentir como si fuera tu cuerpo pero siendo un espectador desde donde no puedes mover nada pero si comunicarte, como en las películas.

Erick: bueno eso es mejor a nada.

Leo: concuerdo es algo positivo.

Eric: si para remediar a medias tu desastre.

Leo: lo se debí venir antes de que esto pasara, pero ya no puedo hacer nada créeme yo quisiera que esto no hubiera pasado.

Las lágrimas brotaban de los ojos de Erick mientras me sentía impotente y sin control de nada, el trato de consolarme a pesar que se llevó la peor parte del asunto, fue muy cruel de mi parte ya que yo conseguí un cuerpo más joven, una vida intachable y un nuevo inicio, mientras que el solo se podía imaginar el resto de su vida como un traje de motociclista.

Dos meses después..

Erick pov:

Ya han pasado dos meses desde que mi vida se vio terminada para ser un simple traje, pero no es tan malo, el tío Leo, me usa seguido y me consulta sobre como llevar mi carrera, mi vida y todo en general, hace lo que yo quiero para compensar lo que pasó, además de que consiguió un romee, Aron, que en secreto aveces me usa porque le gusta como se ve conmigo puesto, yo disfruto de sentir y ver lo que el hace, en especial cuando me usa y se calienta, es como volver a sentir los placeres carnales que el tío nunca haría ya que soy su sobrino, pero Aron satisface muy bien ese lado.

"Deos Fortioribus Adesse" or The Gods are on the side of the stronger. Sounds like Your God sided with me after all, because if He is on your side, He will not let me take control of your body and bring home this twunk to your bed for me to fuck.

But well, here we are now, Your Gods sided with me because He knows I'm the stronger and more deserving one to control this body. Talk about karmic retribution for being one pain in the ass customer for years, asshole

Donor Update!

A special update because Donation Found! received over 100 likes! That's more than I would have ever thought.

After five months, Turnaround Technologies is checking in with some early swap cases. Today we're going to check in with Ryder and Pervus. Let's take a look at some of their update casefiles!

As you can see, both men are finally falling in to their new roles. They've been fully adjusted and are starting to accept that the swap is locked in! Curiously, while the Beta Subject has expressed interest in swapping again, we have had to reiterate that the intensity of the process means an individual can only do it once. Ah well, I'm sure he's enjoying his new position as Dr. Pervus Fondler.

Let's check in:

Dr. Fondler: Unnngh. Oh no, I feel so soft and weak. No one even looks at me twice anymore. Guys I could have picked up so easy before sneer at me and I'm completely invisible to women. All I do is jerk off to pictures of my old body! I'm doing exactly what Pervus the Perv used to do but now I'm the perv. Oh God!

Well, it sure sounds like he got what he wanted. No one is looking at him as a sexual being at all. Surely this will provide deeper, less superficial connections. We then asked him to rate Turnaround Technology services and he gave us a solid 9! ...on a scale of 9-10 and we take his "1" as a "9" as per our standard operating procedure.

We also see that he has been getting regular updates from the Alpha subject. While this may be troubling, we have allowed the contact lines to remain open and will monitor the results for our research:

We asked the Alpha Subject why he desired to keep a line of contact open with the Beta Subject. This was his response:

Ryder Strong: Well, first, look at my ass. Wouldn't you share that as much as you could? I also think he needs to be regularly reminded of the life he left behind so he'll be more satisfied with the life he now has. Imagine the relief of never going to a pool party, a gym, or worrying about all that pesky sex again!

As a result of these findings we asked our Alpha Subject - or Ryder - to send a picture of himself attending one of those pool parties to our Beta Subject - or Pervus. We had a camera ready to capture the real time response.

You can tell Dr. Fondler is horrified. The vapid, image obsessed, sex filled lifestyle he used to possess is now completely someone else's burden. Sure, he'll never experience it again, but at what cost? We tired to reassure him that the donor was aware of what he was doing and that since the swap was permanent there was nothing to be done.

Don't worry, Pervus. Sure, you have over $200,000 of debt you still owe us for your, uhm, upgrade. But we can assure you...

Those burdens are no longer yours. You rightly traded them away to someone who was better equipped to handle it. Now enjoy your new life... and pay the fuck up.

Turnaround Technologies is always looking for donors and for men who need an escape from their old lives. Maybe your bodybuilding diet is too much, maybe you're tired of modeling, maybe you're like Ryder and tired of people treating you well just because you're a smokeshow. Get your donation today. Turnaround Technologies: Deserved, Permanent, Irreversible.

What a good idea, man. I hadn't known what to do with my son for a long time. He stopped studying and reiterated that he was not going to work as a waiter or clerk, that he was better than that. I certainly like this arrangement better, of course I have made some changes, but my wife doesn't suspect anything, that she is a fool. She hasn't even noticed that her son now sports the same tattoos as his father or that he has started smoking. With this new body I have finally been able to relive my younger days, and the sex is much better now. Maybe I'll extend this..........permanently

Remember: if your son lives under the your roof and refuses to help with the household bills or get a job, make him make up for it by letting you possess his body whenever you want! It's basically a win situation to you: you can enjoy being young again and have a new life through your son's body!

If there is a smoker around here, and who likes to smoke, can you send me a private message? I would like to ask you a few things.

I don't remember much about the possession.

I only know that I gave up. I betrayed my family, my brother and I gave up. I stopped fighting. I was very tired, not only from trying to expel my possessor, but from seeing how he harmed my family. He hit my brother when he started to dig deeper into my strange behavior. He insulted my mother and almost beat up my father. I couldn't take it anymore and gave up. Because I'm a coward

Sometimes I have flashes of what he does with my body. Small moments of lucidity, produced by some failure in his control. Yesterday, I think it was yesterday, I saw how he fucked a girl in a bed that I didn't know. God, Alice, I betrayed her too.

I don't feel pain, I don't feel anything he does, but the restlessness of being locked in your body, in your own mind, is more than enough torture.

A sharp pain in my eyes wakes me up and I slowly open them, blinded by the bright light of the sun. "I can move" is the first thought that comes to my mind. "I feel my body" is the second.

I try to stand up a little, failing due to lack of practice using my body, I don't know how much time has passed. I am in a large room, a hospital, and through the window I can see the bay of my city. At the side of the bed, there is an armchair, and my brother is asleep in it.

Anton, Ant!!! My voice feels different, deeper and more masculine. My brother wakes up and when he looks at me and sees that I'm awake, he screams. Mom, dad, he's woken up!!!

The next moment, a warm and aggressive hug was suffocating me, and my family was on top of me. My mother and my brother crying, and my father about to join in the crying too.

I'm sorry. It's the only sentence that comes out of my mouth. My mother is the first to speak. It's okay, honey. He's gone, he's not going to do anything to you anymore, not anymore

Then my brother. It's my fault Paul, I should have realized it sooner, I should have saved you......

I didn't really know what to say. The following hours my parents and my brother told me everything that had happened.

Five months had passed. Bob, my possessor, had sneaked into my house one night, through my window. The police assumed that he made the possession there. At first it was subtle, my parents and my brother noticed that something was wrong, but little did they know that a dangerous criminal had impersonated their son. The days passed and "my" behavior became erratic, increasingly evident that something was very, very wrong. In the end, my parents had no choice but to throw me out of the house, or Bob, and report me to the police. I was a danger to them. That was only during the first month, but they didn't know anything else about me, except for some information that Anton found out. It seems that Bob started a drug trafficking business again, with my body. They received no more news until a week ago when a police officer, more precisely Detective Sheila Mille, called my parents' house and explained the situation to them. The police were not sure that I was possessed, but for my family there was no doubt.

All the helplessness they felt during those months turned into anger, anger towards Bob, and hope, hope that I, their son, was still somewhere.

At my request, we talked again and stayed like that for a few more hours.

The police came to take my statement a few hours later, and when they left, Detective Sheila arrived, and with my family's permission, explained the situation to me, who Bob was, and why he could do what he did. I honestly couldn't understand much of what he was saying.

A few hours later I was discharged from the hospital and went home. While my parents prepared dinner, Anton and I met in my room. I needed to apologize

I'm sorry, I gave up, I couldn't do anything and you paid the price.

You don't have to apologize, Paul. In any case, it is my fault, for not having trusted my instincts, my heart that kept telling me that the person in front of me was not my brother.

When we finished talking, we had dinner as a family and when I returned to my room, I noticed it. A pain that was not pain. An anguish. My brother came through the door and threw something into my hands, a pack of cigarettes.

What the hell are you doing? I don't smoke

You don't, but Bob does. And he smoked every day for the five months he was in you. It's horrible and you're going to leave it as soon as possible, but not today. Today you have too many things on your mind to worry about that.

Before I could say anything else, the cigarette was already lit, and I was already smoking. This shit hit hard, it was going to be difficult to quit.

...........

The next morning I got up early and wanting to get back into my routine, I got ready to go to the gym. I hesitated whether to take the cigarettes or not and in the end decided not to, without realizing that I had already put them in my backpack without thinking about it.

......

This is going to continue

Paul, may I know what's wrong with you? You've been acting strange all day, and mom and dad are worried, and honestly so am I. And stop posing like that in the mirror for once

Sorry little brother, these biceps need to show off. Also, it doesn't seem to me that I'm acting differently, I'm the same Paul as always.

You're kidding? Paul, you've been showing off your muscles all day, you touched the waitress's ass in the cafeteria this morning and then you fucked her in the bathroom. I have to remind you that by doing that you have also cheated on Alice.

What can I say, it's a shame not to show off these muscles, you should too, after all your body is like this. And about Alice, well, I don't think I'm a one-woman man if you know what I mean.

(Paul pulls out a cigarette from who knows where and starts smoking.)

Dude, are you smoking? For God's sake, it's clear that you've gone crazy.

Relax, bruh. It's just a cigarette. Come with me to the mall, I have to do some shopping......

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Man, I'm telling you right away that cutting your hair was a bad idea, mom and dad will be mad, and besides that kind of haircut doesn't suit you, you look like a different person. And it doesn't help that you buy the tightest thing you can find in the store.

Come on man, it's just a little style change. But if you're going to keep touching my balls, you can go home.

Come on Paul, don't be like that, this is just so weird.

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Paul could do nothing but scream in the back of his mind, not strong enough to fight off his invader, an escaped criminal looking for a place to hide. For him it was a stroke of luck to find Paul's bedroom window open that night, and even luckier when Paul's body was too tired from training to fight the possession. Of course this was a hiding place

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The great Host

I don't remember much about the possession. I only know that I gave up. I betrayed my family, my brother and I gave up. I stopped fightin

Second part

At first, you feel disoriented and confused by your sudden change in appearance and surroundings. You look down at your new body, a lean and muscular figure with tanned skin, and can't help but feel a surge of excitement and curiosity.

You make your way to the gym, relishing in the way your new body moves with ease and strength. You find yourself enjoying the sensation of sweat dripping down your back as you push yourself through an intense workout.

After the gym, you return to your new home. It's a modest but comfortable apartment, with a few pieces of furniture and personal touches scattered about. You discover that your new body belongs to a young man named Jake, who works as a personal trainer at the gym.

As you explore his life, you realize that Jake is a kind, friendly, and hardworking individual. He has a close group of friends who are all into fitness and sports, and you quickly become a regular at their gatherings.

One of their favorite activities is going to the pool. As you put on your swim trunks and head out, you can't help but admire your reflection in the mirror. You never imagined that you could feel so confident and attractive in a body like this.

At the pool, you show off your new body without hesitation, basking in the admiration and compliments from your friends. You feel like you fit in perfectly with this group, and you start to wonder if you could really live this life forever.

As the day goes on, you continue to explore Jake's life and enjoy all the new experiences and opportunities that come with it. And as you settle into bed that night, you can't help but feel grateful for this unexpected switch. You may have lost your old body, but you've gained a whole new life full of adventure and possibility.

WHAT ONE DOES FOR LOVE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Undercover

Everybody knew that there was a drug problem in Amberly Western University.  There have been a couple of overdosis, however we didn’t have any clue who was supplying that substance. The administrator was desperate and wanted to put this issue under control. The police department was desperate as we didnt have any leads. So, extreme circumstances needed extreme solutions. I told my boss that I was certain that the main frat house on campus, Theta Xi, was involved. He liked my hypothesis, but he didn’t like my plan. However, after months pursuing dead ends, he  green lit my project. I was going full undercover. 

The idea was to tackle Aaron Smith, one of the guys at the frat. He was just a normal guy, middle of the pack. Not a shining star, not a troublemaker. Ideal for our plans. We hacked his phone and tricked him to meet her latest crush from Tinder. He went to a restaurant, we put some pills on his beverage and then he was out. Then everything went extremely fast. I injected him with the serum. I saw as his skin deflated and transformed him into a wearable body suit. I slowly put on the skin and smiled as I transformed into the young jock. I smiled as I looked at the face that I would be wearing for the next couple of weeks. I smiled as I flexed his muscles and played with my new shaft. I smiled as I dressed in his comfy clothes and became him in every sense of the word. 

Before going to the frat, I agreed to meet with my boss in a secluded place. “If something happened, I would not be able to help you” He said as he looked extremely concerned. It was understandable as what we were doing was outside protocol. The government was against any usage of this substance, so when my boss agreed to this plan, he knew that we were doing something illegal. I know that he took a risk when he stole a vial of this substance, so I was certain that he was expecting quick results. “Apart from you, does anybody else know about this mission?” I asked. “Of course not, I cannot trust any guy,” He said. I smiled, this was the perfect opportunity. I quickly grabbed the syringe and stabbed with the remaining liquid. He looked at me in complete shock. He tried to punch me, but it was too late for him. 

I need to explain some stuff. I worked for the DEA for the last 20 years. However, I have always been a mole. I was not always able to sabotage their operation, but most of the time I was able to help my real bosses. After so many years, I become tired and start looking for retirement… or better say, a way to start over. My bosses didn't like that… However, when they learned about the body suit serum that the police control, they were open to hear me. Detective Andrew is now a wearable skin. Soon, some members of the gang will come and ensure that some mafia boss takes his identity. Of course, they don’t know the name of the guy whose flesh I have stolen. Honestly, look at me… who on earth would ever suspect that I… the only Aaron Smith, once was a criminal playing police. 

This is going to be the fifth time we do it.

It all started a year or so ago. My brother asked me if I could take my nephew on a trip with me, because he and his wife couldn't, because they were working. It really wasn't something that made me happy. Don't get me wrong, I love my nephew, but I wanted to go on a road trip on a motorcycle and maybe fuck a girl somewhere without complications. Taking my 20-year-old nephew was not in my plans.

But, my surprise was great when my nephew, Sam, offered me days later to share work during the trip. I called him crazy, and I told him that I wasn't going to leave my job to him, but he insisted, besides, he would be the one to leave his body to me. Let's see if I liked the experience, this is the fifth time uncle and nephew have gone on a "trip."

But this time it was different. We met at my house, and my surprise was very great when my nephew showed up on a motorcycle. He told me that he wanted to surprise me, so he got his motorcycle license and even made my brother buy him a beautiful motorcycle.

The moment I took charge of his body, it didn't take long for me to dress for our trip. My motorcycle clothes fit him better than me, not a surprise since his body was better than mine.

The truth is that I couldn't contain my smile. We got going right away and I spent hours riding that crazy motorcycle, until we arrived at a roadside gas station. My nephew's young hormones took over, I was enjoying it.

That's why I leaned on the motorcycle while I tensed my new muscles, the sun caressed my young body and reflected in my sunglasses. The only thing brighter than my smile at that moment was the lustful gaze of the waitress at the gas station bar, who hadn't taken her eyes off me since I arrived. Yeah, this is what I fucking meant.

The Daugherty files

An ode to True Crime Shows. Spoilers Warning

I could only feel proud as the series ended and I saw my name “Brant Daugherty” at the top of the credits. I have to say that taking the role of Shawn has been one of the most challenging things that I have ever done in my life. Usually, my roles were of the jock, the action hero, or the love interest. That is why I loved playing as Shawn. A man that seemed cool on the outside, but that also enjoyed attracting from grown woman to small kids into their house and then killed them. The crazy thing is that this was true crime story. Shawn existed on the real world, and it was unbelievable that he could do his deeds without raising any kind of suspicions. He killed over 50 people, gladly, he was killed by the cops during his arrest.

After finishing the series, I say farewell to my friends and prepare to drive home. It was a quick trip through LA, and I was ready to have a good nap with my beloved family. However, after a couple of minutes in the road a patrol stopped me. A young police man approached the car, he had a creepy smile on his face, and he make me feel a bit uncomfortable.

“You… you are an actor right” he said a bit excited.

“Yes, I am”

“Man, you are on that series, the one with the serial killer.”

“The man of many faces”

“Yeah, you are the one interpreting Shawn. You don’t look anything like the real deal. You know, I was on the operation that tackle him down.”

“Really… it is nice to meet a hero that took out that monster.”

“Yeah, but to be honest… the series got some things wrong.”

“Like what?”

“Shawn was not killed during the shootout.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You see… the reason of why Shawn could get with his killings spree for so long is that he used a special coin that allowed him to switch bodies.”

“You are not serious right?”

“No, I am… taking the flesh of this policeman has been a blessing. I was happy with my reality, but then I saw you on the screen. You captured my essence so well… and you are better looking than my original self.”

“This is not funny.”

“Its not… how could you be a better version of myself… you are just an actor pretending. But hey, with my soul in your flesh we can become something bigger.”

At that moment, the man pulled a small coin that began to shine brightly. I couldn’t move, I just felt as my soul left my body, as I slowly switched places with that policeman. My former self didn’t hesitate to hit me with my car. I lay on the ground for a bit until some ambulance arrived. Soon, some detectives approached me, they have evidence that my new body was of a corrupt cop and that he had also killed so many people. I cried as I knew that I would spend the rest of my days in jail. I cried fearing what that serial killer was going to do now that he posses my body.

What a swell chap

*click* *click* well, well what do we have here it’s about time they put up a suitable candidate. We’ll it is about time for an upgrade.

*1 month later*

Well I can’t say we’ll miss you or anything but it’s about time we got rid of you and all your trouble, oh by the way tell your new host that Chad said once he’s sorted you out to give me a call *wink*

What the hell is that fucking douche talking about and the wink please as if I’d let him ever fuck me it would be the other way round and only if he grew some double d’s and lost that disgusting dick of his but I never have to see his disgusting face ever again. I wonder who it was that paid for my early release and had the whole drug business thing swept under the rug?

I took a walk down the roadand saw an old pick up I could tell by how old the paint job is that it had long outlived it’s usefulness and was close to breaking down.

You Tom? An old man called out to me.

Yh what of it?

My names Bryan, I decided to bail you out and provide a roof for you so you don’t end up back in that dreadful place, plus I need a strong body to help out around the business.

Whatever thanks for bailing me out but as soon as there eyes are off me I’ll being heading over so don’t bother trying to persuade me to stay, also do you know that fagot guard?

Fagot guard? Oh! You mean Chad, actually he used to be like you he came from the same prison and worked for me before he became a guard for the prison although he comes by to get his bike fixed every now and again but don’t pay him any mind, he dosent want you.

My face just lit up in rage and embarrassment. What the fuck that bastard would be lucky to be with me, so are you a fagot then?

HAHAHAHAHA! Look at me I’m almost 80 if you think I still have that kind of energy in me then your dumber then I thought although a blanket slate means it will be easier to teach you the basics.

Hm so what is it you want me to do anyway?

Oh I just need a fresh body and that’s you I need keep the garage open and it’s getting harder and harder to do so the warden offered you to me at a price and here you are. I’ll get to keep the garage open and get a fresh body to help me.

The fuck I ain’t no slave you can buy!

You aint a slave like you said as soo. As there eyes are off you you’ll be heading off and I won’t stop you.

Fine I’ll buy your act for now but I ain’t gonna any shit that I don’t wanna do.

Again that’s fine as long as you do what needs to be done so just heavy lifting you can do what ever you want.

And with that months went by until a couple days before a set out to get back to my own business. I can’t help but notice that old man has had his eye on me a lot more then usual, well its late I’m just gonna beat one off and hit the sack

That’s it keep it flowing yes just like that yes it’s finally time. He’s finally ready and I’ll be free of sack of bones.

*the next day*

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and the old man isn’t there with his newspaper or coffee but there is a fresh cup with a note next to it *meet me outside and I’ve left a good bye gift next door* huh wonder what it is.

I walk next door to see a box on the floor, I open that box to see black top, pair of jeans, a leather jacket and lastly some leather chaps. Leather chaps?!? What the fuck I ain’t no fagot! A note pokes out of the chaps I humor it.

“put these on or I’ll go to the police saying you thretend me that say youve been fully rehabilitated”

THE HELL! I kill that old fagot, but to get back to my business I need this fuckers approval and blessing so the police don’t take me back, FUCK IT! I’ll just put these on and get out of here and as soon as I’m out of his sights I’ll throw these into the garbage, so I put them on and get the fuck out of here.

I walk out side and there’s the old man but he’s standing next to a bike and by no means is it bad it’s Beutiful exactly what I need to make a grand entrance into town and to take back the business and pick up a hot hooker.

I’m glad you like it, I can tell by the face that you want this baby and I’ve signed everything over to you, the business, the house my fortune and my cloths which I see fit you like a glove I’m happy to see that you fit them I was scared that you weren’t big enough for how much I paid.

Enough with the histerics just gimme that bike and I’ll be hitting the road.

Oh your free to take it as long as you can grab the handles.

I go to move towards the bike but my steps feel weird that feel lighter somehow I cNt explain it but when I look down my boots are empty, what the fuck am I seeing my jeans are flopping in the wind WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!?!

Oh just the perks of being a witch, by the way thank for drinking that coffee this morning and for biting your tongue and putting on my old cloths I’ve planed this for months finally a new body, I can’t wait to fill that empty vessel and thanks in advance for the crown jewels and massive saber I’ll be sure to use them properly with Chad in tmfact he could wait he wanted Me to push this to happen months ago but I needed to make sure nothing went wrong.

With one last breath the world went black, there was just emptiness an endless abyss and that’s when I knew I was dead or at least that what it felt like.

Well he went alot easier then I thought but that makes it easier for me so I won’t complain. I start stripping down everything and with that I take each item of Tom’s or I guess mine since they were mine.

After putting everything on I felt incredible I felt as strong as an ox or vertile as a horse.

Well it’s time to wish Bryan good bye and ay hello to Tom and with that I started taking deep breaths and pulled out Tom’s body that the cloths had absorbed to merge with my current self.

Finally a fresh body and not too bad if I do say so myself, Chad will be happy to play with this new bad boy and honestly I under estimated this guys junk boy is he.. I mean am I packing.

Tom to hit the road and hit Chad’s ass.

What should the new Tom do now?

No one noticed when Peter, the principal of the local high school, was writhing in the alley behind the gym when that thing pounced on him late in the afternoon. The kind director was known for his bright smile and his kind and hard-working nature. His curiosity doomed him, as that black thing, similar to a symbiote, attacked him and dragged him into an alley.

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Hours earlier, in the new county jail, screams of pain and panic could be heard inside the building. In basement 3 of the prison the government carried out experiments of dubious morality with the most dangerous prisoners. They promised them that they would reduce their sentence if they collaborated, what the prisoners did not know is that no one had left there alive. Deckard Bell, the scientist in charge of the facility, had discovered a way to transform humans into symbiotes. Modifying their bodies in the process The applications would be endless. Until now only one had achieved it, Jenkins Hell, a 67-year-old man who had spent most of his life in prison, and would surely die there. Now it was just a black, slimy slime locked in a jar.

Jenkins was not stupid and knew perfectly well what the symbiotes were, what he was now and he couldn't be happier. The pain had been worth it, since now he could easily escape from prison. Even more so when that same day there was an electrical failure which allowed him to get out of his container and escape through the sewers. His new body was very malleable and he did it without problems. However, now he had a problem. He needed a host. A human body to hide in and that he could control. That he should be a person, preferably a man, who had a good body and a shitty character that he could break. Then he realized. His son, Peter Hell, would be perfect. He had inherited his good physical shape, and his mother's pathetic and weak mentality. He would be perfect. His son was 48 years old and apparently he was the director of the institute, it would be very easy to approach him.

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Peter fought fiercely against that thing, he didn't know why it had attacked him, hell he didn't even know what it was, he just squirmed and fought. After a long time of fighting that thing began to tear his clothes. His plaid shirt fell to the ground in pieces, and his pants followed. In a few seconds he was completely naked in an alley, showing off a tanned and well-defined body. Peter was terrified, that thing wanted to rape him, kill him maybe? He didn't know it, but he couldn't help but cry out of fear, fear for him and fear of leaving his family, his wife and his young children. That thing introduced a tendril into his ass which made him scream, and then another thick tendril entered his mouth. Peter fainted after a few seconds, while the symbiote wrapped itself around his body.

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A few minutes after the incident, footsteps were heard in the alley. Director Hell walked out slowly, with a smile from ear to ear and a new look that had nothing to do with the kind director.

Small ripples could still be seen on Director Hell's new leather jacket, almost as if it were alive.

-This is going to be fun-. Jenkins Hell said with the mouth and voice of his son

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It's my first story, I hope you like it. If this is well received maybe I'll make a second part.

Justice

I sat on a bench and started reading the newspaper. It was all over the news. Bart Reagan was the first man convicted to life time in prison for illegally switching bodies with another guy. The police investigated the case for months. Of course, they collaborated with the poor man trapped inside Bart’s body and helped him to regain his life back. Sure, the victim's name is not public and has remained a mystery. Now people can only celebrate that justice has been served and speculate what the US government will do with such powerful technology. 

Now, people often say that rich people always get away with what they want and this is no exception. I knew that my tech was very risky and that no sane man would willingly switch bodies with an old man like me. It was a convoluted plot, but it worked perfectly. Sure, when I approached the police and tell them that I was poor Rick trapped in the body of Mr. Reagan, most of the people didn't believe me. Showing the tech helped in a way, but gaining support from Rick’s friends… in reality guys that despised the young jock, was the thing that sold it out. From an ethical standpoint… Yes, I lied and stole the life of this man. But, from a legal perspective, I did nothing wrong. I switch bodies in front of a judge, so from now on I will be Rick Santos. If you disagree, well… I will see you in court. 

Leasing Services

The first time

It was a very weird experience, you know, to be possessed by someone else. My friend Asher was the one that convinced me to go and join this organization. At first, I was very skeptical, the idea that you can lease your body for a week sounded more like something coming from a science book than anything else. But Asher told me that he had done it himself several times and, after he showed his bank statements, I decided to give it a try.  Gladly, there were so many things that make this process a lot more secure. Asher told me to create a pseudonym and rent a place far from home whenever I was going to let someone take over my flesh. In this way I could protect my life, my reputation, from those freaks that wish to walk in my shoes. The company also empowered his partners, I could read the profile of my guests and they will only be able to possess my body if felt comfortable with whom they are and their intentions of being inside my body.

Of course, for the first time, I needed to do it with someone that I trusted. Asher was more than happy to help me. I drive on my motorcycle about an hour to a remote cabin. There I meet my friend who gave a blue pill. He ingested a red one and it took less than a minute to feel an essence penetrating my flesh. I expected that it was going to be fun being only a spectator of my own life, but that was far from the truth. It was very difficult to don’t have a say in anything that your body does. Asher dedicated a lot of time exploring my flesh, trying my clothes, and doing some stuff that I wouldn’t agree. However, I know that I needed to endure. One week for 100k, that was a life changing deal. “Jake, I didn’t know you were so fucking hot… your body will be in high demand. Trust me, you will soon become a millionaire.”

The second time

I was very excited as I drove my motorcycle towards that mansion. This was my first client, and I couldn’t wish for someone better. His name was Ralph, and he was loaded. His place was filled with luxury cars, statues, and so many other expensive shit. He was in his early 50’s and he wanted to take a trip of a lifetime, two weeks in the amazing Greek islands. According to Asher, the amount that he was offering me for that timeframe was on the higher end. Also, Ralph gave me a lot of good vibes. He was just a man that wanted to have a hot body to showcase in the beach. It was a superfluous reason, but I think that most of the people on the platform were in this due to that. As expected, he dedicated the first moments inside my body to take a long shower and try all the designer clothes that he bough for the trip. To be honest, I just hope that he let me keep those clothes as I look extremely hot in them. Sure enough, the place, the food, and the night life were amazing. I was not in control, but I have a blast. I just hope that I can come back to this place and be one making the decisions.

The third time

When Gus contacted me through the app, I wasn’t certain that I wanted to help him. The kid didn’t have money to paid for our expensive service and, when asked why he wanted to borrow my body, he was unable to offer a clear concise answer. At first, it seemed to be a shady business. But the kid kept talking to me and, through our conversations, I realized that he was a man with a lot of confidence issues and that the only thing that he wanted was to borrow my body to see what it felts to date a girl that he liked. In fact, he only seemed to need a confidence boost and, after so much thought, I was willing to help him. I drive across the country to reach his house. It was a surprise for him. He was so excited that he would be able to walk in my body for a day… even more when I told him that it was going to be free of charge. It was rather cute; he was like a small kid on Christmas day. I was surprised that he spent most of the day lifting weights at the gym. In the evening, he put a nice suit and invited his crush on a date. It went really well, but to my surprise, when Gus had a chance, he didn’t make a move. He realized that all of this was a farce… but at least now he knows that there is good chemistry between him and that girl. I am happy for him; I am happy that allowing him walking on my shoes let him realize that his life is not as bad.  Hopefully this experience gave him the motivation to do all his dreams a reality.

The last time

The moment that Sam took over my flesh, I knew that there was something wrong. In theory he wanted my body in order to go to a fashion gala in a more suitable form. However, he quickly went to my motorcycle and star driving home… my home. Panic started to invade me. How does he know who I really am? How does he know where I live? It was very frustrating as I saw how this impostor began to live my life. He meets with my friends, my family and went to my work at the local gym. I could only scream as I realized that I would be only a spectator from now on.

“So, Sam, do you like your new home” Someone asked as my body answered the phone.

“Yeah, I don’t know how you convince him to do this.”

“Easy, I possessed the body of his friend for a couple of months.”

“I see… well… he knew the risks… man I will love to be the new Jason.”

“Happy to help, don’t forget to recommend us to your older friends. Definitely we can find them a body as good as that of Jason.”

Adventures in Bodyswapping #42

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