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.

...........

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.

.........

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."

The Masquerade, an interactive story

Outline

Welcome, to “The Masquerade, An Interactive Story”. A tale following a a college professor named John Miller who end up entering a store with a mysterious store clerk and very curious masks. Choose wisely as your decision would determine his destiny. 

Here is the complete outline of the story:

Chapter 1: A Weird Store

—– Chapter 2a: Big Man on Town

———- Chapter 3a: A Heroic Act

—————-Chapter 4a: South of the border

———��—-Chapter 4b: The Last Mask

———- Chapter 3b: A Deal with the Devil

—————-Chapter 4c: Tom

—————-Chapter 4d: Rotten

—– Chapter 2b: On the School Halls

———- Chapter 3c: Behind his Face

—————-Chapter 4e: TJ's Perspective

—————-Chapter 4f: John's Perspective

———- Chapter 3d: Scandal

—————-Chapter 4g: Torment

—————-Chapter 4h: The New Boss

Sonny’s Boots

I met him on Facebook marketplace. He had a pair of size 13 Timberland boots I wanted to get a hold of. But when I saw him, I could tell it wasn’t only his boots that were going to be worn.

The boots were well worn at that added character. if I was going to harvest his body, I needed some of his wardrobe as well.

Looking at his Facebook profile, I could tell he was going to be a great candidate for bodysuit conversion before I even met him. That gave me a chance to get his bodysuit injection ready. When I had a chance to inspect the goods, both his boots and his body, I knew I was committed.

I gave him the injection right in his wrist as I was handing the cash over. I could see the look of betrayal sweep across his face as he stumbled backwards on the sidewalk. I’m happy he picked such a secluded meet up spot at such late hour.

In the end, I called his boots and his body, my own. Facebook marketplace can be a very lucrative bodysuit marketplace if you play your cards right. Sonny didn’t, and now he’s a bodysuit ready to be worn.

All for the price of a pair of used boots I got his life. I think I’m going to enjoy being Sonny. Just remember when meeting strangers on Facebook marketplace to always meet in a public area with people you know if you don’t want to be converted into a bodysuit

Lazy

My boyfriend is so lazy sometimes. For weeks he’s needed to go and pick up a parcel, but only he can pick it up. If no one picks it up by today, it’ll be returned to sender. He knew I could swap our bodies, and lately I’ve been doing it more and more to get his shit done, even such mundane stuff like this, while he lazes about at home in my body. It’s normally just a few minutes, max. an hour or two, but still!

Once I woke up this morning, I transformed into him, leaving him to carry on sleeping. I immediately noticed I needed to pee and started my way to the bathroom, plodding along the way, making much more noise than I’m used to since I weigh about twice as much as normal. I’m about to sit down, but then I realize I can do it standing up now.  As I started, I let out a low groan of relief. At first it was gross, but also got to admit kinda fun. It went on for ages too.

I find some of his clothes and put them on, just a simple polo shirt and jeans, before putting on some of his shoes. They always look huge, but they fit me like a glove when I am him of course. Within about 2 minutes, I am ready. Guys have it so much easier. 

When I get to the car, I always need to push the seat right back to be able to fit inside. I drive off but then realize I forgot his wallet with ID back at home. I turned around to head back, and enter as quietly as possible so that I don’t wake him up. I quietly open the bedroom door, but to my surprise, I see him playing with my vibrator and playing with my breasts. He was moaning too. This body immediately got hard from the sight, and from then on, I just felt like I was on autopilot - the hormones in this body were just too strong for any rational thoughts. That was the first time I’d ever fucked my own body, and having a dick just felt so good. Once we had finished up, I left my girlfriend in bed and headed out.

I sat in the car and sent my old number this selfie.

“Since you enjoyed that so much, let’s stay like this a bit longer. I anyway always wore the trousers in our relationship, so only fits that you wear the dress. Why don’t you make yourself nice and pretty for when I get back and I’ll give you round two. I know how much my dick drives you wild, girl.”

My Roommate the Lamp

I walked in to our apartment to find Glenn sitting in the armchair, reading a book.  It was an odd sight, until I realized it wasn’t actually Glenn– just his body.  That made more sense.  Glenn was a sports fan and a gamer, not a reader.

I put my keys down on the coffee table where the lamp used to be.  Whoever had removed Glenn’s head had placed the lamp in its stump, which was actually quite a nice decorative statement.  I made a mental note to look into placing a floor lamp behind that chair.  At any rate, Glenn’s head had to be somewhere nearby, or his body would be more concerned about finding its missing appendage.

Sure enough, I found Glenn’s head in his room, on top of some dirty clothes in the corner.  “I told you she was a witch, dude,” I said, grabbing him by the cheeks and propping him up on the bed.  “This is what happens when you piss off a magic user.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “I still don’t know how you could tell,” he muttered.  “She seemed totally normal.”

“We magic users can sense each other,” I said.  “Also, you tend to attract trouble.  It’s what happens when you insist on acting like an asshole all the time.  You piss off the wrong person, and they ask their magical friend to get revenge for them.”

Glenn scowled.  “Less lecture, more fixing.”

I shook my head.  “I’m tired of sticking my neck out for you, Glenn.  Magic has its cost, you know.  I’m done helping you for free.  You’re an awful person, and a terrible roommate.”

I watched with glee as the color drained from his face.  “You… you can’t leave me like this!”

“And I won’t,” I said, lowering my pants.  “But you’re gonna help me with something, first.”  I slapped my dick on his face for emphasis, letting it bounce against his nose.

“Augh, dude, gross!” he yelled.  “I’m not gay!  I’m not– gack!”  The choking sound came from my dick in his open mouth, making him gag.

“You’re also not in a position to bargain.  You need what I offer, so I can set whatever price I wish.  I believe this is what they call a seller’s market?”

Glenn whimpered, but began to halfheartedly lick my shaft with his tongue.  That was my cue.

Glenn had a surprisingly good gag reflex for a straight guy.  And it’d be a shame to lose my advantage over him so soon.  Maybe I won’t need to buy a floor lamp after all… 

                                                                                           And then…

My Roommate the Boyfriend

Previously…

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Poor Glenn, but if a lesson like this could help him then let it.

Glad for his body though. Hope it actually understood the book and could gain a bit of insight. Gain more agency, you know, like stopping to obey when he tries to do something awful? Nothing changes you for the better like your body. :)

I removed the lamp after half a day.  I expected Glenn’s body to reattach his head right then, but I was mistaken.  It continued its free agency and finished reading the book, pausing only to feed its head some food at dinnertime.  After that, it watched exercised for awhile, took off its clothes, and then went to bed.  All the while Glenn was yelling, either at me or at his body, but both of us ignored him.  I propped him up in the living room, so at least he’d have the TV to keep him occupied.

It wasn’t until I was woken up by the sound of the vacuum cleaner that I truly realized just how different Glenn’s body was from Glenn himself.  Glenn never did any of the housework.  Glenn’s body paused– could it see? – when it noticed me in the hallway, gave me a long hug, and continued vacuuming.  It was flattering and, moreover, really hot.  My loins stirred as I watched the headless body of my roommate vaccum the living room.  There was a thought I never thought I’d have!

Not only that, but Glenn’s body looked really good today.  He was wearing one of Glenn’s best black shirts.  Was he… flirting?  Well, I’d been in weirder relationships.  When Glenn’s body finished vacuuming and sat down on the recliner, I decided to make my move.

“Oh, you are not doing that fag shit to my body!” Glenn yelled, from his position on the couch.  “Get your shit-licking tongue off of– mmph!”  I couldn’t help but laugh.  Glenn’s body had taken one of his socks and shoved it into Glenn’s mouth.  Well, that settled that!  Glenn fumed as his body stood up and started making out with me, groping my ass as I kissed his neck.

“Come on over here to the couch, buddy,” I said, unbuttoning his shirt.  “Let’s give Glenn a better view.”  He obliged, removing his pants and sitting down on the couch, leaning back to give me better access to his thick cock.

“Wow, Glenn, you have a pretty big dick for a straight white guy!” I said, sizing up the body in front of me.  “Well, you did, anyway.”  His protests grew louder as I kissed his inner thigh, preparing his thick member for my eager mouth.

Glenn’s body and I – or Ben, as I call him– have been dating for two weeks now.  Ben is one of the most sweet and compassionate guys I have ever dated, and I wouldn’t change anything about him.  Sure, I could’ve used my magic to give him a new head, but that’s just not the man I fell in love with.  I did use my magic to put Glenn in stasis.  I think we were both getting tired of hearing his various hateful rants and protests.  We’re probably doing him a favor, anyway.  How much of life can you really experience as a detached head?

We’ve got him displayed on the fireplace mantle, in a clear decorative display.  It’s a nice reminder of the guy I used to live with, and the wonderful man I live with now.

Summer Break Dullahans

I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon.  The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started.  So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me?  I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile.  I wasn’t sure what I expected– a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe?  I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.

No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head!  I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears.  I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but… no, I was holding his entire head in my hands.  “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip.  “I don’t need help from you.”

I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise.  He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up.  “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position.  “What happened to you, anyway?”

“You know damn well what happened– your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me.  “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword.  Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body!  He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.”  Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said.  Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.  

Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant.  He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe.  Which… yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant.  He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day.  Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.

Or, we used to, at any rate.  The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life.  It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that.  And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.

“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly.  “Fuckin’ look at me, bro.  I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now.  You wish you could be a man like me!”  He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed.  “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric.  You don’t gotta act so modest on my account.  I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said.  “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me… well, what’s left of him told me about what you did.  Nice sword, by the way.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop.  There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant.  “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving.  I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow.  And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.”  He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows.  Well, most of a figure, at any rate.  A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.

“Did you… is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt.  Desire.  Longing.  Lust.  Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine.  The shoulders, the pecs, the abs… healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be.  Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do.  A primal, animalistic Need.  And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt.  I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben.  If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.

I was utterly entranced.  I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts.  “Grant, who did… where did you find him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me.  “I know you, Eric.�� You think too much.  If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him.  Fuck that shit.  This is all or nothing.  You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”

He knew me far too well.  I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me.  Did I want it that badly?  Would I be able to live with myself afterward?  My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.  

I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck.  He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing.  I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground.  I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore– my old body was completely unresponsive.

“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?”  I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit.  The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils.  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me.  I wanted to be mad, but… he was absolutely right.

“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on.  If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now.  Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.

I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror.  Can you blame me?  You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would  just assume that I had used tanning spray.  Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.

A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally.  No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds.  Although… if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?

Treat Day

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but as you can see I am fully capable of keeping myself healthy and in shape." Henry wiped pastry crumbs off his hand before tracing the ridges of his chest. "The occasional treat day is not the end of the world."

"Hold up, 'myself' healthy? Absolutely not. That is my body!" I glared at him, staring at the breakfast spread of buttery baked goods and sugar-laden jams. "I am not going to sit here and watch you make a mockery of my life!"

He smiled at me. "You're right, Henry. You won't. Because I'm going to call security on you for trespassing."

"You wouldn't dare." I stared into my former eyes, expecting to see to see weakness or hesitation. To my horror, the man I used to call my friend was not backing down.

"It's been seven months," he said, picking up his cell phone. "It's time that we come to terms with this new reality. Clearly I'm going to have to update the lock code on my front door, that's one me. Nevertheless, you are not wanted here. Now will you leave quietly, or will you be spending the night in jail?"

He had the upper hand, and he knew it. I fled downstairs and out the front door, leaving behind the influencer lifestyle I had worked so hard to build. I knew karma would catch up to him eventually, but I also knew that it would not help me get my body back. I found myself lost in my thoughts, walking down the streets of my former neighborhood until the buzz of my cell phone caught my attention.

"Hey bud. Just a little memento of what you lost."

That bastard, gloating about what he stole from me. It's not like I've been spending the last few months wallowing in despair, but it was as if this new body of mine was incapable of losing weight. Part of me thinks it was a part of whatever curse swapped our bodies, but... this new body of mine has urges that are just impossible to control. I let out a deep sigh as I saved the photo to my personal spank bank collection. Seven months, and I had yet to go more than three days without masturbating.

"Alright," I said to myself, "you can break your no-nut streak to jack off to your old body tonight. It's just a treat day."

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Roommate Rehab

The worst part about coming back to my apartment and seeing my roommate's detached head watching a movie on the couch? Knowing that it meant his body was making a mess somewhere else. My original plans to room with other guys in my major had fallen through, and I ended up stuck sharing a lease with Glenn, a warlock whose sole focus seemed to be working out and getting laid. There was always a thin layer of empty protein shake bottles and dirty dishes on the floor, all of his clothes were flung onto random surfaces in the living room, and the entire room smelled like a dank locker room.

"Dammit, Glenn!" I yelled, trying to be heard over the sound of Netflix. "Your body is making a mess in the kitchen again!"

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever, you know that I like to have me time in the evenings. My body is just taking a break from doing pushups, or something. You're gay, you like the eye candy."

I tried not to let his cheap jab bother me. "More like it's taking a break from jacking off," I muttered. At least it was wearing pants this time. Half the time Glenn's body was wiping its bare ass all over our countertops, rather than just dripping sweat everywhere.

Today, I was not going to be bothered. Today, I had a plan.

"You know, I heard something interesting from our new neighbor Allan," I said, casually slipping off my backpack. "It turns out he's a warlock too. And he mentioned that you should have a lot more control over your detached body than you told me."

Glenn didn't even bother to look over in my direction. "We've been over this, dweeb. I can't stop my body from taking off its clothes if it gets uncomfortable. I bet he's using a different spell or something."

I slowly made my way over to the kitchen, where his body was just lounging around. "Good question. He's right here, so why don't you ask him yourself?" I pulled Allan's head out of my backpack, taking care not to pull his hair too hard. "Or maybe I'll just put his head on your body."

"Don't you fucking dare!" he yelled, trying to scramble his body to its feet. It was too late, though. I lunged forward, placing Allan's head onto Glenn's neck. There was a flash of magic, and now it was Allan in control of Glenn's massive muscles. "You fucking thief! Don't you dare just leave me as a detached head!"

Allan picked up Glenn's head and set him down on the end table. "Calm down. It's selfish jerks like you who give warlocks a bad name. We'll get bored of punishing you... eventually." He sprawled across the couch, and started rubbing his new hands across his bulging abs. "I have to admit, controlling a body like this, I do kind of understand the appeal. I thought we'd give him back his body after a few hours, but maybe I'll keep it for a day or two."

Allan looked over at me with a shit-eating grin. "What do you think, neighbor? Want to help me break in my new body?"

"You know it!" I said, kneeling down to suck on Allan's new, rock hard nipples. "But we're staying out here on the couch. Glenn has been an absolute ass these past several months, and I want him to see everything that we do to his body. I want him to know that it all could have been avoided if he hadn't been such an asshole to me." Allan's fingers ran through my hair as my mouth started to wander down south toward his crotch.

Glenn's head started to scream so loudly that he tipped over sideways. "No! No! Don't you dare! Stop it! No!" He kept yelling as my hand slipped into Allan's waistband and pulled out his stiffening cock.

"Damn, son," Allan said, letting out a low whistle. "That's gotta be... what, seven inches? That settles it, I'm keeping this body for the weekend. Here, let me grab my own body from down the hall." I paused our makeout session to let Allan concentrate, and pretty soon the headless body of a bear let itself into our apartment.

"Absolutely not!" Glenn yelled, as Allan's original body started to slowly unbutton its shirt. "I'd rather stay headless than be stuck piloting that hairy sack of fat!"

Allan just shrugged, his smug grin getting even wider. "Suit yourself," he said, rubbing his chest while I stripped off my clothes. "We'll just have a threesome with my bodies while you watch."

"Hold that thought," I said, grabbing one of Glenn's stray socks from off the floor. Placing one hand on his forehead, I shoved the sock deep into his mouth to gag him. He coughed and sputtered, but the cheap cotton was starting to cling to the inside of his mouth. "I want him to watch, but I'd rather not have to listen to him spew insults."

Allan laughed as he watched Glenn's head trying and failing to spit out the makeshift gag. "Sounds good to me. This is your fantasy, bud, I'm just here to enjoy the ride. How do you want me?"

I paused, weighing pleasure and humiliation as I decided how to fuck my roommate's hot body. It helped that Allan's head was easy on the eyes, of course. "Let's start with a double spoon. Your old body penetrates your new ass, and your new cock penetrates my ass."

"You don't want to dump a load in your roommate's bubble butt?" Allan said, slapping it for emphasis.

"Oh, trust me, that ass is on my list," I said, returning his smile. "But if we've got the whole weekend, I figure I should pace myself."

My New Form

He was good for a hook up in the bedroom. He was even a better fit as a bodysuit. I really like this full length mirror he has in his bedroom. Is the perfect place to sit back and enjoy my new form. I appreciate how much he took care of himself, his perfectly toned body is now mine for all the hard work he did to maintain it.

Shawn

Shawn was in the prime of his life before he was converted into a bodysuit. He just got his hair done and was working on his shredded body when he caught my attention. He was young, but he had this alpha energy that I belong to possess. He was admiring his reflection in the locker room. He never even saw me come up behind him with the injection. Everything went according to plan as he fell hard and fast on the floor. His skin was still warm when I had a chance to put him on.

Happy to see me?

My older brother's body stood in front of me, but it wasn't him; it was the body-thief. He grinned mischievously as he ran his hands up and down my brother's torso.

"Happy to see me?" he teased in my brother's voice. "I know I'm happy to be wearing this handsome face again."

"Don't worry," the impostor said. "I won't be in him long. Just a day or two..."

But I knew he was lying. The body-hopper always stayed longer than expected.

"Though, I must admit," he continued, running his fingers through my brother's dark chest hair. "Your brother's body is one of my favorites. I've been a soldier, a statesman, a farmer...the possibilities are endless."

He then leaned in closer, whispering as if sharing a secret. "But your brother's body is especially suited to my tastes. The way it responds to certain stimuli."

He stepped back casually while circling a bare nipple with his finger, letting it linger there for a moment before giving it a soft pinch and moaning with pleasure in my brother's voice.

"It's like discovering a whole new world," he said with a smirk.

As if in a trance, he continued to explore my brother's body, moving his hands down to the waistband of his gym shorts and slowly revealing more skin. His hand slipped inside, brushing against my brother's thick, pulsing erection.

"There's nothing quite like experiencing the pleasure of another person firsthand," he mused with a throaty mix of his own unearthly tones and my brother's voice.

As he began to masturbate, I felt a surge of arousal course through my body. The body-thief seemed to sense it too.

"You know what I'm thinking, little bro?" he said, effortlessly switching in and out of my brother's persona as he stroked himself. "It's time for you to experience some pleasure too."

I knew the role play routine all too well, so I played along. "Alirght, big bro," I replied. "But after this time, you have to stay out of him for a full year!"

The body-hopper seemed to consider my offer before agreeing, but deep down I knew it was just another one of his lies. The truth was, I never knew when he was inhabiting my big brother's body, and secretly I enjoyed the thrill of not knowing.

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With an AI Illustration by @bodyhopper-files

“Okay, this is for you babe,.we're gonna have so much fun toni… Gulp!!”

While this hunk Johan was taking a naughty photo to send to his date, the ghost that was roaming around the area took the opportunity to enter through his mouth and possess his body.

“Yes…” he said through Johan. “We are gonna have a lot of fun.”

Public Relations Internship Finale, Customer Swap Stories #2

Hi there, my name is Chris and I am the manager of one of the teams at one of the most elite public relations firms in the country!

When I received a request for a swap within the Swap Tech Enterprise (STE) “Semester in Their Shoes” program, I was super excited as I would be able to train and teach a member of the incoming generation of public relations field. I quickly got to work trying to secure a member of my team who would be willing to swap with Michael, but none were willing to step up. Eventually, I had received a firm no from all members of my team, so I reached out to STE and let them know they would need to reach out to another firm to secure a body for Michael. However, they informed as per the contract both Michael signed when applying for the program and the contract that the company signed as a participating industry leader, I could step up and do the swap with Michael instead. I was nervous at first, because not only would the work load be way more than what he was expecting, but he would also be getting a body twice his age and I would be robbing him of 5 months of his golden years. However, after a lot of deliberation and talking with my manager, we decided it be best to move along with me swapping with Michael not only to keep a good relationship with STE, but so that Michael can gain the experience he was promised when accepted into the program. My manager ensured that he’d be there to help Michael out whenever needed as he would be stepping into a role way out of his caliber. With everything settled, I informed STE of the decision and headed down to the Swap Bank on the day designated. This wasn’t my first time use STE to body swap as I had used it before when going on company business trips, so I quickly settled in and the Swap Technician initiated the swap. Waking up from the swap, I immediately felt more rejuvenated as I was now a 21 year old college student again.

Getting out of the bed, I went to the bathroom and was not disappointed by the sight in front of me in the mirror.

Michael definitely took care of his body, most likely thought eating healthy and going to the gym a couple of times a week. I couldn’t wait to get back to his place and explore more of my new body. For the next 5 months I am Michael, without any responsibilities whatsoever I am going to live it up the fullest until May gets here!

Public Relations Internship Part A, Customer Swap Stories #2

My name is Michael and I am currently a junior public relations major at Penn State.

When the university announced they partnered with Swap Tech Enterprise (STE) and launched the “Semester in Their Shoes” program, I knew that I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. I would spend the semester in the body of a recent graduate working full time in the public relations field letting me see the day to day life of someone who works in public relations looked like. While participating in the program, the work assigned to you would equate to some of the classes I should be taking but can’t while part of the program, so not only was I gaining real world experience in the field, but I also wouldn’t be missing any credits and would still get to graduate on time. As for the person I would be swapping with, they would get to spend a couple of months living my life and having a break for all the work they had to do. 

Once applications for the program opened I immediately applied in hopes to spend my spring semester working in Public Relations. After months of waiting to hear back, I finally received the email informing me that I was accepted and matched with someone for the swap. I was so excited I could barely contain my excitement in the days leading up to the swap. Finally, the day arrived and I headed down to the STE Swap Bank as instructed. I informed them that I was participating in the program through my school and they quickly gave me a run down of who I would be swapping with other information that I would need to know before the swap. After receiving all the information, the Swap Technician took me to the swap room and began prepping me for the swap. As they counted down, I was so excited that I didn’t even realize I lost consciousness once the Swap Tech’s countdown hit 0. As I opened my eyes, I noticed I was in a different room and knew the swap had worked. However, as I stood up from the bed, something was wrong. Looking down at my hands I noticed they were showing signs of aging, which shouldn’t be the case since I was supposed to be swapping with a recent graduate. I brought my hands to my chest and noticed that I was showing signs of aging as well as my body looked like it hadn’t stepped foot in a gym in years. I quickly ran to the mirror and was shocked by the face looking back at me. It wasn’t the face of a 24 year old recent graduate but that of what I could assume was a 50-55 year old man. 

Turns out that Chris, the manager of the public relations team I was joining couldn’t secure any volunteers for the swap, so he elected to step up instead. I started demanding that they swap me back now, but per the terms of the contract I signed when applying for the program, it stated that if no recent grad volunteers could be available, the head of the team could step up in their place. Upset with the circumstances, I reluctantly got dressed and headed to Chris’s apartment in Midtown, as I was now going to be living at his place in New York until the end of the spring semester in May.  I quickly took a picture and sent it to my parents, as they wanted to be updated once I was settled in.

To say my parents were shocked was an understatement, but they also knew the terms I agreed too when applying for the program and told to stick it out as May would come soon enough and I could get back to my body. They also told me they’d keep a close eye on Chris in my body to make sure he didn’t do anything I would regret after the swap so that calmed my nerves a bit. Figuring I had nothing better to do, I prepped for my first day on the job tomorrow. What should be an exciting time in my life has now been ruined and all I can do now is finish what I signed up for. God, May can’t come quick enough! 

"I know you are not the real Matt and I have it on video,"

"Do I know you, weirdo?"

"Matt won't call me a weirdo. I helped him with his tasks throughout his college life. You definitely didn't care if people know about this, huh?"

"Not long they will believe in possession or any sort. Probably they will just give you a pat in the back for good editing skill," he chuckled, getting his sunglasses back on and keep on lifting

"You don't even know me, you cannot pass as the real Matt for long. Eventually people will believe in my video despite the absurdity of possession,"

"Oh really? I've been Matt for 14 months now. Fooled everyone. And I know you're currently recording what I say but if you love your life, you will keep that tight lip shut or I'll ram my cock right to your mouth just like what he did to you throughout college. I have everything I need to know right here *point to his head* and I have every power I need to go through all this routine right here *flex his biceps*"

Gary stammered. This cannot be real. 14 months? So even in the graduation, that's not the real Matt? Why then he witnessed that possession just a month ago?

"If you are wondering, I love to tease my victim by getting out from them and entering them again. The sensation gave me thrill and I always knew I wouldn't fail to re-entered their body. Especially when I heard them begging for mercy, that's the best. You might see me in that video using a black hoodie, skinny frame, but not like you can really tell it's the real me. I might possessed another body to possessed another person, easy tricks,"

The more Gary heard about it, the more he's confused. Who on Earth is this person?

The Agreement

DJ Perspective

It was so weird when Leo confronted me. Yes, I have been following him for months, but I was certain that he never noticed me. How was he able to pull this off? I have no idea. Before meeting him, I considered myself one of the best private investors in town… but, when he showed me photos of me surveilling him, well… I have to give my respect. He outclassed me in every sense of the word. However, our conversation turned very weird from that moment onwards. Crazy, that is the only way to describe a talk whenever the concept of switching bodies is brought to the table. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Leo Duran, one of the most popular bachelors in town, wanted to switch bodies with me. He knew everything about me. He knew that I was just trying to uncover some dirty shit about him to latter black mail him, that my surveillance was not paid by anyone in particular. He didn’t care about that… he just wanted to relax and get far away from the spotlight. “A well-deserved vacation” he said. It sounded to good to be true, that he was hiding a big secret. However, he allowed me to see his computer, his bank account, even his medical records before taking any decision.

Yeah, it is now so weird waking up in Leo’s room. It is weird seeing his face in the mirror and enjoy being one of the hottest bachelors in town. I don’t get why this dude wanted to give his life away. But hey… it was his decision. While we agreed that that I was going to give his body back… I don’t plan to follow that. What will he do about it? Now he is just a poor PI… I have the money to ensure that he never bothers me again.

Leo Perspective

You can call me Leo… but in reality, I have so many names in the past. I am what you called a jumper. A being able to switch bodies and live for all the eternity. The only downside is that I need the consent of my victims. I took over Leo’s flesh over 15 years ago, when he was just entering high school. He was scrawny, nerdy and a complete push-over. However, I see potential in him, and it was no hard to convince him to switch bodies with my former self, a gym rat. It was fun to turn his life over. To transform him from a hated kid to the most desired man in all town. It was a good run, but, after a while, I became tired. Dressing always in nice clothes, going to parties every couple of days, and having to be careful of paparazzi’s hunting down for the next big story surrounding a socialite. With the coming of social media, having a pristine Instagram become my daily work. Fun at the beginning, but quickly become a hurdle. I wanted something more relax… gladly that is when DJ entered my life.

DJ was definitely an interesting guy. His body was full of tattoos, he has a rugged face and a more muscular body. His car was filled with all cans of beer and old packages of cigarettes. His job was far from glamorous, dedicating his time in taking photos of men cheating on their wives or other despicable people. When DJ walked into a bar, people feared him; and it seems that all hookers in town knew his name. Yeah, DJ was the definition of a bad guy and, probably, I would not be able to find someone more different than Leo. He was perfect for what I wanted and, after being for a week in his body, I couldn’t be happier with what his life brings to the table. I hope that DJ doesn’t regret his decision of becoming Leo. I know that I promised him to switch back… but there is no way that I will ever try to fulfill that promise.