Writing91 - Joseph Smith

ig miquellaudet

Trevor Signorino by Brent Chua

ig lucasf.martinez

Love once again

My boyfriend James dumped me for this guy because of his looks. It completely broke my heart but I was born in a family that practise dark magic. My uncle saw the pain I was suffering and offered me a solution to this all.

I knew James would be getting home from work soon and I did a ritual which I had to offer my body to my uncle which within seconds he took my body as his own and I was flying towards a new body which I desire the most. I slammed into Harris and laughed when I realised I was him. I was Harris now and I gained all his memories and he was taking James for a ride on his money. I smiled as I knew for sure now that I can be with my BF James for life now as Harris and he won’t have to worry about being used.

I took my top off and put on my snapback holding a rose as I knew James was about to come home!

Body Swapper

This one was a request from my buddy @texanstrong . It’s a little long and drawn out; I was feeling creative this morning. Enjoy.

Micah knew he had a gift by time he hit high school. He could use his incredible superpower to switch bodies with anyone of his choosing. He tried to hide it at first, sometimes switching bodies with his brother or his dad while they slept, just to get some experience in other men’s bodies. They would remain sleeping in his body while he would walk around in theirs, do some workouts as his dad that he wasn’t strong enough to do himself, try on his brother’s football gear from his much more fit body. He wanted to hone his craft, so he started experimenting daily. He even discovered he could swap with animals, when he tried it with a widemouth bass on a fishing trip.

Now THAT one was weird. He felt the panic of not being able to breath, and the fish must’ve been pretty shocked to be in Micah’s body, so he switched back in seconds and his dad didn’t even notice the difference. He thought his son was just out of breath and excited to catch a big fish. And then there was the time Micah tried out switching bodies with his cockatiel, Tweety. He wanted to know what it was like to fly, and see the world from the perspective of something much smaller than himself. He held his pet bird and concentrated his powers. The switch occurred in a snap. Micah saw himself sitting on his own shoulder, now a small feathery creature.

It was such a strange feeling. From Micah’s body’s mouth came the song of the bird, tweeting and squawking. He realized that their voices would change with the body swap. Micah, in Tweety’s body, took flight, soaring around the room, feeling free. His human body continued to sing the song of a very confused bird. Just then, his mom walked in, and the bird boy stopped squawking and turned to her in alarm.

“Micah, what’s wrong?” His mom asked, seeing her son’s face staring in fear. Then she noticed Tweety flying around the kitchen rapidly and her mood changed from concern to annoyance. “Micah, what have I told you about letting her fly around like that! We’re training her to sit still…”

Micah in his bird form, panicked and sat right back onto his own shoulder, immediately switching back.

“Sorry mom,” he laughed. “But see, she flew right to me. I taught her a new trick!”

The bird continued to make confused, bewildered sounds, unable to know with her small bird brain what had just happened.

Micah’s mom didn’t realize anything was strange about that interaction, but to Micah it was way too close of a call. He never wanted to reveal his powers to anyone, even his own family. He wasn’t sure how they’d react.

Micah decided after that to stick to just humans, and just guys. He’d been in his dad and his brother so far. But it was always kind of weird for him, because as a side effect of his body swap powers, Micah found that he’d always be overwhelmingly horny. It felt a little incestuous to have a big raging boner as his brother, or as his dad, although they both had really nice dicks.

It was his first day of Sophomore year. Micah was walking down the hall of his high school, head high, smiling, thinking about swapping with some hot jock, or maybe even his cute 25 year old math teacher. He was daydreaming about being that sexy 6'5" latino, Mr. Alvarez, getting to see what was really under those slim slacks of his. That’s when José, a senior, shoulder-checked Micah into a locker.

“Walk much, faggot?” The bully taunted. He was much taller than Micah. An intimidatingly muscular Puerto Rican boy with a deep voice, a sexy accent, and a big bulge. Really he was superior to the young Sophomore in every way. Micah would’ve just grabbed José and swapped right then and there, but he was with his 2 boys, and Micah knew he had to be smart with these powers. He shouldn’t let anyone know he was special.

“S-s-sorry, José…” Micah stuttered meekly.

He played it cool. Or maybe not-so-cool.

José smirked, finding the younger white boy pathetic.

“Fuckin loser,” he chuckled and him and his friends kept walking. Micah stared hard as they walked away. He couldn’t help but notice José’s big muscular ass in his tight khaki joggers. He was on the basketball team, so he had a lot of lower body strength, and always bragged about how much he could squat. A dreamy grin returned to Micah’s face as he headed to class.

Later, José was working out with his bros in the school’s weight gym. His buddy Jimmy was spotting him as he maxed out on his squats. Once he was done, the other guys headed to shower and go home.

“Last one the wash his ass is gay!” Jimmy laughed.

“You guys go on,” José told them, catching his breath and drinking some protein shake. “I’m gonna get some dumbbell work in. The hustle never stops.”

“See ya bro,” Jimmy said.

“Later man,” the other one, Carlos, told him.

They all fistbumped and the 2 dudes headed out. Micah, hiding in a nearby laundry cart full of wrestling singlets, waited until the coast was clear and peaked his head out. José had his back turned to him, taking off his sweat-soaked compression shirt now that he was alone in the gym. There was a mirror in front of him, but José was much too focused on his on physique to notice little Micah across the room behind him. He sat down on the bench and started doing bicep curls with a 30lb dumbbell. Micah waited patiently. After a few reps, José took a break and put the weights down. He checked his phone. He was a pretty popular guy, with a lot of girls hitting him up at all hours of the day. Micah saw his opportunity. He crept out of the dirty laundry, snuck up behind José, and wrapped his arm around his neck, putting him in a loose headlock. José was caught off guard and even flinched a little, before looking up and seeing in the mirror that it was just Micah. He started cracking up.

“Are you fucking serious?!” José laughed, still allowing the headlock to humor this little queer. “What are you gonna do, man, try to kiss me?”

Micah charged his powers and felt a surge of energy flow from his arm into José, and a return of strong energy flow from José into him. And then he was sitting down, looking at his new body, with his old body still standing behind him.

“What—! What the fuck!?” José exclaimed. Only it came out of Micah’s mouth now. He loosened the hold out of shock. Micah grinned, with José’s teeth, of course. Micah’s former body re-situated his chokehold as tight as he could, but it was pretty weak still. José saw his own body crack up laughing as he grabbed Micah’s arm and flipped his body to the ground with ease. José definitely wasn’t used to being in the body of a scrawny white boy. He saw his own tall, muscular Puerto Rican body stand up and tower over him. And in Micah’s voice, he spoke.

“What do you think?” He smirked, flexing his new tanned muscles, bouncing his pecs.

“How is this possible?!” the white boy on the floor gasped, but in a deep voice with a slight Hispanic accent.

“Magic powers, bro.” The new José taunted. “I’ve been able to swap bodies with any living thing I touch, for a couple years now. And yours?”

He turned to his reflection, feeling his new 8-pack of washboard abs, rock hard and slick with sweat.

“Yours is my new favorite to be in. Matter of fact, I’m never switching back. I’m keeping it.”

“What— you can’t! What the–” José’s voice grunted from Micah’s old body. He stood up and tried to punch his former self in his former face, but he was quickly pushed back onto his ass. José found himself wishing his body wasn’t so much stronger than Micah’s. “Fuck…”

“Know your place, little boy,” Micah smirked, flexing harder. “I’m strong, you’re weak. Isn’t that how you saw it, Micah?”

“I’m José!” the scrawny boy shouted, looking up at this latino muscle God that he once was, tears coming to his eyes.

“Nah, man, I’m José now,” the sexy Puerto Rican said. Micah was always really good at voice impressions. He sounded exactly like José now.

He looked down and saw his old face about to cry.

“Awww!” He taunted. “Did I really used to look that pathetic when you bullied me? Shit, I’m liking this new body more and more, now. You can keep that one. As for our friends and families, guess we’ll just switch lives too, bro. You can be 16-year-old, middle class white boy Micah and I’ll be 18-year-old, rich, popular Latino stud José, ok?”

José was in disbelief. He was holding back tears in his new blue eyes.

“I said, OK?” the bully repeated firmly.

“Ok!” Micah’s body whimpered in José’s voice.

“Good little bitch,” the new José smirked. As he flexed in the mirror, his new 8" brown cock became rock hard in his shiny silver shorts, as he got high on this new power trip. He put his thumb in his waist band and stretched it out, checking out his new piece. “Damn, dude, big dick! It’s gotta be twice the size of my– errr— YOU’RE dick. I’m gonna have some fun with this thing!”

José, we’ll call him Micah now, didn’t even wanna look, but he knew his dick was now inferior to the one he lost. He started to beg for his body back.

“Not a chance, loser. Have some fucking dignity. In your pocket should be an index card with all your new info on it. Your address and number. Learn that shit, idiot. And as far as phones, your IPhone is mine now. I already rebooted that Android for your use. You’re welcome. Now get out if my fucking sight.”

Micah was reluctant, José’s weakened voice still trying to negotiate a switch-back.

“Get out!” New José commanded. And poor little Micah had no choice but to obey. What was he going to do? He couldn’t fight his bully, he couldn’t really tell anyone that his body had been hijacked, he couldn’t do anything. He was powerless.

“Micah,” José called. Micah looked back, responding to his new name, hopeful that the man that was now José had a change of heart and that he’d get his body back. He waited in anticipation.

“Feed my bird when you get home, ok?”

“…ok.” He agreed, weakly, as he left the gym.

José went home and made sure to take plenty of pics of his new body. He sent them to Jimmy and Carlos, with homoerotic snap captions. Turns out Jimmy was secretly gay, and José got him to come out to him and Carlos in the group chat.

“Definitely tappin that,” José laughed to himself.

A couple weeks have gone by since the switch. Micah’s soul has changed José’s life to make it more suited to his own personality. He kept most of his wardrobe so it wouldn’t be too obvious. He loves wearing his new expensive clothes and high-end workout gear. He went and got some tattoos, and a new haircut.

No one has noticed the difference. One day, José decided to hit up Micah and arrange a little date. Old José was obviously straight, even though even one in school knew new José as a bisexual ass-smashing legend. New Josè could persuade Micah into anything, with a false promise of switching back.

Micah agreed to meet up on a Saturday, at José’s favorite restaurant. José was greatly pleased to find that Micah has adjusted to his new life, and that this humbling experience has made him a better person. He used to be a bully, taking his strong genes for granted and putting others down. Now he’s a compassionate animal lover, and his new family is very loving and supportive. He knows his place as José’s bitch, and accepts his life as Micah. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s still working on getting Micah’s voice right, though. That’s one thing his parents have been confused by.

Christmas special Fan story!! (For all of you readers)

Hello everyone! For the Christmas Eve / Day story I want to do something different. To make this a special one for you lot to read. One lucky fan will be possessed by me for the two days!

Please send in a private message saying why I should possess you and just convince me to possess you. Give me your perfect and dream way of being possessed or taken over!

Requirements:

1: Must be able to supply certain selfies for the story.

2: Must be able to supply small quotes or ideas towards the story

3: Must be able to speak good English

4: Don’t be shy at all what you like to see in the story!

DEADLINE: 1ST OF DECEMBER

Let the fun begin!

If you found someone to swap bodies with for a day, how would you do it?

Would have to be done through a brain swapping device! Means I can do a runner in their body!!