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My first skin suit
For a while now, I've been visiting a local tennis court to watch handsome men run around in tight, short shorts, groaning with every swing, just to play ball.
Most of the people were pretty cute, but no one compared to Jake.
He would be there every Sunday and Wednesday to play against the same ol' guys, week after week. I figured they don't really know each other; they would never really talk, just chitchat during the match about the match.
Even though I never talked to him, I kind of knew he was an awful prick. Every game was the same. He would enter the court and play for a couple of minutes before discarding his pretty tight shirt to the side, exposing his well-formed physique. His shorts were barely able to contain his member, and it was visible most of the time.
This made him the center of attention every time—he was handsome, well-trained, and had a pretty smile. Jake was completely aware of this as well, and he made sure that not only every woman's but every man's eyes were on him only.
He wasn't a bad player either; his groans echoed across the field with every swing. He was quick on his feet and possessed talent and prowess as well.
I was so fucking envious, and it felt like he knew. At times, he would look at the crowd, flexing his abs, arms, and thighs for anyone to look at.
During my nightly web surfing, I stumbled across a, at first, weird-looking site. It was a doctor selling a special serum—an injection—to create special skin suits. The site promised a fast but high-quality result. Still, $1000 was a lot of money for me for something that might be just a scam.
But then I remembered all the times Jake was teasing his audience, showing off his pretty body, and that's when I made the decision to try it out.
What could possibly go wrong?
My package arrived two weeks later, and I was surprised at how good it looked. Also, there were multiple shots of the serum included with a personal note.
"Starterkit for your new collection."
I read the instructions, which told me there are three kinds of serums. The first one—the most important one—was to create the suit. The second one was to finish putting on the suit, and lastly, the third one was to get out of the suit.
This made me excited, and I wanted to try it.
The next Wednesday, I went to the tennis court again, and of course, Jake was already there—his beautiful chest exposed, of course.
With the serum inside my bag, I hid inside the bathroom—a tiny yet secluded kind of room with multiple stalls. I watched him use the bathroom so many times after two rounds of tennis. Like all of us, he was just a creature of habit.
Someone opened the door, and I peeked through the stall door. It was Jake who went straight to the urinal. He groaned as he pissed and kept running a hand across his sweaty chest—fuck, so hot.
He stretched his neck and walked over to the sink, looking at himself through the mirror—the opportunity to strike.
Jake wasn't able to see me; he was too busy admiring his own reflection. I caught him off guard, covered his mouth with my hand, pulled him back, and injected him right away.
He screamed into the palm of my hand and tried to fight me off, but the serum incapacitated him in mere seconds. Still, I pulled him back into my hiding place, locked the stall, sat down, and embraced him in a tight hug.
I never imagined holding a handsome man like Jake in my arms—fuck, I got hard right away. He kept breathing slowly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while I tenderly stroked his cheek again and again. His skin was sweaty yet so soft, and his scent was so damn delicious.
As his breathing got lighter, I started to stroke his firm chest; his nipples and pecs were so hard, just like his abs. It was a sensational feeling. But somehow, I felt his body deflating slowly.
The serum was actually working.
I ran my hand down his chest again and again before my eyes fell on his huge junk hidden inside his shorts. I grabbed him firmly through the fabric of his shorts—so hard, so good. But at the same time, all of him flattened rapidly.
After a minute, his shorts slid down his thighs and dropped to the cold bathroom floor. All that was left of this handsome, thick bloke was a rubber-like, skin-tight suit.
The kit included a sharp knife, which I used to open up the new skin suit for the very first time. Slowly, I stripped and discarded my old clothes on the floor behind me; there was no use for them anyway.
Then, I grabbed him by his shoulders and held him in front of me, like a tailored suit just made for me.
My own member was tenting visibly; I still couldn't believe this actually worked.
Carefully, I stepped into his legs; my own were barely able to fill his thick thighs and calves. It was a weird yet amazing feeling. This suit smelled, looked, and felt like Jake, yet I was able to simply step inside it.
It felt like putting on my biker leather suit. I loved how tight he was and how his skin dragged over my own. Even though he was slightly ill-fitting. He was a little bigger and much bulkier than me, after all.
Even though my cock was nearly fully erect, it wasn't enough to fill this suit, and that made me chuckle—he was packing.
The next thing I did was put his upper body on, one arm at a time. I slipped inside him, barely reaching his finger tips, and my arms were way too thin to fill him.
Lastly, I put his face on like a mask before I pulled the second serum out of my bag.
"Here we go."
I injected myself and felt the effect right away: my whole body was shaking, my head was spinning, and my stomach was twisting and turning. However, it actually worked: my body enlarged itself to fill Jake completely.
My arms, thighs, and chest grew bigger with every deep breath I took. This made me stroke myself and my chest again and again; it just felt soooo good.
I let out an audible moan, and to my surprise, I heard Jake's deep, manly voice. Using his hands and his fingertips to touch my new skin felt amazing. My body was tingling, almost tickling my inner self, and this made me chuckle again, using Jake's beautiful voice.
Shivers ran down my entire back once my head was flooded with serotonin, making me feel so fucking good. A side effect of the serum was to make the subject feel no pain, just pleasure.
My new member grew so hard so quick, and I needed to hold back releasing myself just now. I started touching myself, one hand at my junk, the other following my new firm 'jawline. Feeling my stubbly moustache made things worse, however.
"Fuck." I groaned, steading myself against the door in front of me, as it took all my strength to not cum right there. "So good." Instinctively, however, I started to jerk off, starting off softly and slowly at first, but my hand basically moved on its own.
After mere seconds, after edging on for a while, I came the first time through my new skin suit, covering the door with my precious cream. The release felt so good, and for a while, I just enjoyed the moment.
Loving my new scent, I smelled my own pits deeply. Damn, this was so fucking good. At the same time, my dick was still pulsating. Just touching myself made me leak some more, as all of me was acting purely on instinct.
I grabbed myself, touched myself, moaned, and groaned until a noise from outside snapped me out of this state of pure blissful trance. I needed to hurry up a bit.
Then, I got dressed again, leaving my old clothes behind. I just put on his tight underwear, shorts, and shoes. They suited me so well.
I stepped outside the stall and caught a glimpse of my new face. Damn, I was beautiful.
"I can't believe it worked." I groaned deeply, touching myself, my chest, and my junk once again. I grabbed my bag and Jake's old stuff and licked my lips. With one last look in the mirror, I winked at myself and left the bathroom.
It was time to go home and explore my new acquisition.
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"Sorry dude, but your body really is a major upgrade. If you keep it low, you'll have it back in no time. So maybe see it as a chance to get another perspective" I said smirking, looking down at the bug I used to sneak in.
"I will take good care of you while I use your body, I promise"...
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"Nooo WAIT!! Guys it's me, Garret!!! I'm the real one! That bitch swapped our bodies when nobody was looking!!"
The two cops dragging the screaming man stopped after he said that. Officer Jones was holding the door open for them. One of the cops looked up at Garret's eyes. He had a confident look in his eyes. As far as the cop could tell, this was the same calm, cool, and collected Garret he went through academy training with.
"Tsk! Can you believe this guy, Gary? Crazy what kind of shit druggies will say when they're all hopped on!"
"Amen to that brother!" Garret swiftly agreed. The three cops shared a hearty chuckle while the apprehended criminal's face dropped.
"Alright, let's go, buddy, you've got a long sentence waiting for you..."
"NOOOO!!!!"
The other two cops carried the criminal out into the next room for processing. Garret watched as they took him away, doing his best to hide his grin until they were completely gone.
"Whewww! Can't believe they bought it!!"
'Officer Jones' let out a heavy sigh of relief. Now that he was all alone in the room, he was free to relish the situation he found himself in. He thought he was as good as toast when the cops finally caught him. As he was getting arrested, he made a wish to get out of trouble in any way possible. As fate would have it, he wound up in the body of the cop who arrested him!
Officer Jones purred as he felt around his new body. His muscles felt firm and strong, and they felt amazing to massage through his uniform. His hands slithered down to his pants, then he gave his new junk a good squeeze and rub, causing a deep groan to escape his lips. He then stripped down to get a good look at his new goods. He whistled at the sight of his new thick tool. Even when soft, he was hung! Thankfully for him, he only needed to wait one more hour until he was off the clock. Then, he was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted as the new Officer Garret Jones.
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Bro’s Night Out
The dwindling twilight seeped in through Alex's bedroom window like a slow leak, coating the room in a gentle lavender hue. Groggily, he tossed back the covers and rose from his bed, every hesitant step an electric spark in his excitable nerves. Alex traced the lingering echo of brother' presence in his bedroom, following it like a homing beacon. In a rush, he crossed the hall and entered his brother's bedroom. Alex closed his eyes, visualized his brother's silver chain which he gift so that he could possess his body. His mind crawled into his muscles, lazily exploring the firmness and strength of his limbs. The bedroom slipped away, replaced by an inky black void. A chilling dive into a pool of darkness with the faint hum of electricity charged the air.
With a thud, he opened his eyes. His vision was a nauseating, neon-wave wipe of colors, but a sudden jolt of familiarity settled him. Alex felt the softness of his brother's sheets under his fingertips, the Post workout musk of Lucas lingering subtly in the air. He reached for the full body mirror in his room, almost comically oversized by comparison to Alex's former size. He took in the sight of brother's impressive form, and his cock stirred in his shorts.
The mere sight of his brother's perfect physique was intoxicating, and the irrationality of it all started to seep in. But Alex couldn't help himself.
He let his hands roam over brother's body, savoring every solid curve and dip - a sensation that was now all too arousing. He traced his fingertips over the embedded muscles in his arms, letting out a low whistle.
"No wonder you got all the girls," Alex muttered as his hands came to rest on his chest. As they lingered there, awareness hummed through him, and he felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. What was he doing? Was this some kind of taboo power trip?
Alex wasn't sure, but he couldn't ignore the growing desire to abuse his brother's body. He began to grind his hips, the feeling of brother's cock hardening and growing under his shorts sending an electrifying sensation through his own body.
Alex slowly eased his hands down his ripped abs and slid them into his shorts. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's shaft, noticing how foreign yet exciting it felt.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," Alex mumbled.
His cock was now fully erect in Alex's hand, and the sensation was overwhelming. He couldn't believe he was touching his brother’s body in such an intimate way, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.
The taboo excitement was like a drug, and Alex was quickly becoming addicted. He began to move his hand up and down, savoring every vein and ridge of Lucas' cock. He couldn't resist the urge to scope up and taste his brother's precum, pressing his pecs to the smoothness of his abs before trailing his tongue up to his mucky arm pit.
Alex let out a soft moan, and the sound only served to heighten Alex's excitement.
Alex started stroking his cock vigorously while pinching his sensitive nipples. As the tension began building. Alex moan loudly “Oh My God, I am Cumming” with that he splattered his cum all over the mirror. Alex in dazed state tasted some of cum.
Yeah Bro, you do taste nice. Am gonna come back for more. Wiping the cum on his chest, Alex release his brother’s naked body on his bed leaving the mess a souvenir for his brother in the morning.
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Breaking Stuff
"Dave! You're going to break i-"
As Dave raised his arm to remove his shirt, the shoulder strap snapped like a twig. The tattered fabric hung on his hips, revealing his toned body underneath. Every bulging muscle accentuated under the light, earning a few stolen glances from the other people in the gym.
"I- I'm sorry, Eric. I didn't mean to rip another one," Dave chuckled in Eric's voice.
"Another one? That's the 5th shirt you broke since we swapped bodies." Eric whispered. He sauntered over to his old body and helped his nerdy friend remove the tattered remains of his shirt. It's a good thing this wasn't his favorite shirt. He'd never let Dave wear any of his good clothes if he was just going to break them. In his new body, his old body towered over him, twice as tall and much thicker. He couldn't believe this happened before their town's 23rd beach body competition.
"I said I'm sorry," The awkward chuckle disappeared from Dave's face, and a worried look replaced it. "I still can't get used to my - I mean - your strength. I keep breaking stuff, and I'm really sorry. To be honest, I don't think I can replace you in the upcoming competition."
"Just flex and smile for the crowd. Building up your confidence might take a bit, but we still have a week before the competition. There's time to work on it." Nate laid his hand on Dave's pecs and felt how firm and warm they were. Looking and feeling at this perspective makes him proud in a way. He did that. That was his work. However, it bummed him knowing those muscles weren't attached to him anymore, and it was all his fault. "I'm sorry, too. I should know better not to mess with your tech gizmos."
"Well, you should. I think our situation is enough reminder not to touch and accidentally break my stuff."
Eric chuckled. "I guess breaking stuff comes naturally with that body, huh?"
Dave followed suit with a cheeky smile. "Seems so. I'm glad I haven't broken your hips whenever I fuck you in my body." From smiles, Dave turned it into a blowout laughter.
"Dave!"
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Ser de la familia de un amigo
Estaba caminando en compañía de mi amigo Axel, cuando vimos un caja tirada en medio de la calle, nos acercamos para ver y no tenía direcciones, ni tampoco nombres que indicaran algún dueño o destinatario por lo que decidimos quedárnoslo, al llegar a casa de Alex lo abrimos y solo venía un extraño tipo de control, con una roca blanca dentro de el pero que se dejaba ver, venía con un manual y una carta que decía:
Bienvenido al mundo de las vidas de otros, si quizás se pregunte a que se refiere, bueno antes de eso déjeme explicarle algo aun más importante, lo que usted tiene en este momento es algo que debe guardar en secreto, ya que cualquier dato público ocasionaría un caos, ahora bien, usted a sido bendecido con una de las únicas 5 rocas de almas del mundo, para poder usarla con mayor comodidad se hizo el control remoto que canaliza la energía para más precisión, con este control puede escoger entre cambiar de cuerpo con alguien, poseerlo o controlarlo, solo presione el botón y agarre el mando con su mano de manera que apunte al cuerpo objetivo, recuerde que cualquier daño que ocasione estará comprometiendo a alguien más, si usted no quiere arriesgarse a ocupar la vida de alguien o no le interesa favor de meter el control con esta nota e instrucciones en la caja en que encontró, sellar lo mejor que pueda y dejar en un punto poco frecuentado.
Alex se río, dijo que que esa era una de las bromas anónimas más patéticas del mundo, yo pensaba lo mismo pero en un momento el tomo el control y presiono controlar mientras se apuntaba a sí mismo, una especie de estela de luz salio del mando y lo dejo paralizado, el estaba quieto como un robot, entonces creyendo que seguía bromeando le dije que se desnudarte pata mi, sorprendentemente lo hizo, eso me hizo creer que quizá el mando decía la verdad, lo tome y vi un botón que decía revertir debajo de cada función, entonces pensé en presionarlo pero la curiosidad me ganó, le dije que fuera al baño de la habitación y se masturbara pero que antes de que terminará abriera la puerta, y hasta lo hizo en el momento que la puerta se habría presione poseer y mi visión se volvió oscura por un segundo solo para ser recibido por mi cuerpo viéndome de frente congelado y una gran presión que pronto termino en mi en el cuerpo de Alex corriendo me por todo su baño, no lo podía creer, el control si funcionaba y ahora estaba en el cuerpo de Alex sintiendo la paja más sensible de mi vida, tras terminar me hacer que al control y presione revertir posesión, regrese a mi cuerpo y vi a Alex volver al estado en el que sigue las órdenes de todo lo que le diga, así que le dije que se vistiera y limpiara el desastre.
Ya había terminado de limpiar cuándo la puerta de la casa se habría era Jhon el padre de Alex quien llego y aun tenia a Alex bajo control, pero justo antes de que el papa de Alex abriera la puerta le ordene actuar como si nada pasará.
Jhon: hey chicos como están?
Alex: bien papá
Jhon: oye Sam crees que puedas ayudarme a mi y a Alex a mover un mueble del garaje, normalmente se lo pediría a Leo pero de mis 2 hijos pareciera que solo Alex vive aquí.
Samuel: claro, no hay problema.
Cuando salí del cuarto junto con Alex ayudamos a su padre pero en eso el vio el control y preguntó sobre qué era, le dije que era un juguete mio de pequeño que me encontré y que lo traje nada más para enseñárselo a Alex. Cuando se dio la vuelta presione en controlar y el se quedó quieto, le ordene no moverse y que olvidara el control, luego presione revertir control y aparentemente funcionó ya que no me pregunto nada más.
Tras mover el mueble le dije a Alex que supiéramos a su cuarto, al llegar le ordene olvidar todo lo relacionado a el desanudándose y a mi usando el control, entonces presione revertir control, el despertó y solo recordó como luego de quedar bajo control su padre llegó y nos pidió mover un mueble, así que mi secreto quedó a salvo.
Alex quería ver si el control funcionaba con las otras funciones así que le propuse que cambiáramos, el se emociono, así que tomó el control y presiono cambiar, duramos toda la tarde en el cuerpo del otro, se hacia tarde así que le dije que volviéramos a la normalidad pero el quería estar en mi cuerpo un poco más, le dije que estaba bien y acordamos cambiar por la mañana, ya sabía para que quería mi cuerpo, lo vi mirando mi entrepierna varias veces así que asumí que quería masturbarse en mi, al inicio la idea me había enojar pero pensaba en que yo hice algo similar así que pensé que sería saldar cuentas.
Luego de que Alex se fuera a mi casa yo me quedé en su cuarto pensé en que podría hacer cuando me llego un mensaje del hermano de Alex, decía que no llegaría a casa porque lo invitaron a una fiesta, que le avisara a "papá".
Cuando baje para decirle que Leo no llegaría pareció molestarle un poco pero no dijo nada, el estaba preparándose para ducharse lo que me llamó un poco la atención, una idea cruzo mi mente pero me cuestionaba si estaría bien, así que al llegar al cuarto de Alex tome valor nuevamente y tome el controlador, y presione poseer mientras apuntaba al cuerpo del papá de Alex, el todavía no se metía a bañar, así que primero estuve un rato observando y explorando su cuerpo.
Era extrañamente fascinante, nunca pensé que ser un señor divorciado de 42 años fuera tan exigente, no pude resistirme y jugué con su polla que era más grande que la mía y la de Alex, no era de extrañar que se sintiera tan bien, no había terminado cuando entré a la ducha y prendí el agua mientras seguía mi acto, el agua caliente tocando mi piel hizo que se sintiera mejor aun y termine por correrme, aproveche el lugar para que la misma agua limpiara las evidencias de lo que acababa de hacer, al salir me vestí, y tome el control presione la opción de controlar apuntando al cuerpo vacío de Alex y le ordene actuar como si fuera Alex y fuera a dormir, yo por otro lado fui a comer algo y después vi una película, aparentemente el cuerpo del padre de Alex cedió al cansancio ya que me despertó el sonido de la puerta principal abriéndose, era Leo, quien entró me saludo, aparentemente no había dormido ya que se veía muy cansado, al darme cuenta que Alex regresaría a cambiar a la normalidad me di prisa y revertir todo, dejé al papá de Alex acostado en su cama, y presionando controlar le ordene que olvidara lo que se que vio anoche y cambiará esos recuerdos por el bañándose, cenando y quedándose dormido viendo una película, si es lo que pasó pero sin que recuerde la parte de cuando se masturbo o todo lo que hice en el y no puedo contar.
Cuando Alex llegó, le dije que si estaba listo para regresar a su cuerpo, el dijo que no, aparentemente le gustó mi cuerpo y quería estar en el un poco más, me propuso quedarnos así un día más, sabiendo que insistiría hasta que aceptara no me negué, pero le dije que quería probar otro cuerpo, así que cuando su padre se fue a trabajar me asome al cuarto de Leo quien estaba profundamente dormido, me acerque y presione poseer, perdí la conciencia y tuve lo que pareció ser un sueño, al despertar eran las 2 de la tarde, me levante y me miré en el espejo, no estaba el control ni mi cuerpo por ninguna parte de la casa, vi a Alex quien estaba viendo una película, lo salude y no parecía consiente del cambio, entonces regrese al cuarto de Leo y vi una nota
Hey Sam, mira cuando poseíste a Leo te quedaste dormido, creo que fue porque su cuerpo estaba muy cansado, trate de despertarte pero estabas muy cansado, puse mi cuerpo en piloto automático con el control, pero tu puedes darle ordenes le deje la indicación que te haga caso a todo y que no mencione nada a papá, perdón por lo que te voy a decir, pero, pensé que lo mejor sería quedarnos así una semana, y se que quizá te enojes conmigo, ayer tu primo invito a tu familia a su cumpleaños y como son vacaciones acordaron que sería un viaje a la playa para festejar, regresamos en una semana, por cierto el control lo escondí, esta ni en tu casa no me podía arriesgar a que papá lo encontrara en la mía, en fin disfruta tu semana como Leo y por favor perdóname, te prometo que regresaremos a la normalidad cuando regrese.
Cuando termine de leer la nota, al inicio me enoje pero después comencé a ver el lado positivo, el padre de Alex trabaja de lunes a sábado y ya que el no está solo tengo que ordenarle a su cuerpo que se "quedé inactivo" y técnicamente tendría la casa para mi solo, ese pensamiento estaba haciendo que me pusiera duro así que me quite los pantalones y me vi en el espejo para después pensar en lo divertida y placentera que será esta semana.
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the devil's lounge
There are some people who are drowning in bad luck, just like Peter. Working in an office job he hates, all of his girlfriends abandon him after a few weeks, if they even get to that point, and, of course, money issues.
He met a beautiful girl on Tinder, saved so much money to take her out on a fancy date, bought some new clothes, and went to a hairstylist, but at the end of the day, she didn't even show up. Instead, she ghosted him.
Pissed, disappointed, and just done with the day, he makes his way through town. With barely fifty dollars in his new jacket, he had only one goal: to get wasted and forget everything and everyone around him. Checking his phone one last time, he sighs. Maybe she texted him after all, but nothing.
He even checked Instagram, but nothing. All he saw were other people, happier people, living their best lives while he was suffering. That's when he nearly walked into somebody else—a pretty young woman.
Peter smiled politely and excused himself, but she just scoffed and walked away. "Fuck off." He thought when his eyes fell on a bright white light.
'The devil's lounge'
His eyes wandered to a big, dark house—a hotel, to be precise—with huge black doors and its name in golden letters hanging above them. Peter had heard of this place before, a well-known place for people to close contracts. The place to do business—legal or illegal—didn't matter at all. He himself had not been there before, but he knew it was more than just a simple hotel.
"Fuck it." He shrugged. What other place can you just get wasted?
Two big security guys dressed in black suits, white shirts, and sunglasses—it's not even that sunny—opened the huge doors for him. He never felt that important, but he appreciated it nonetheless.
So many people were inside the lobby—well-dressed people, probably rich people—and he felt out of place. Who cares if he draws so many eyes to him? Peter was just here to drink some fancy beverages.
A young man looked at him and tried to hide his confusion, but at least he acted like Peter wasn't growing a second head.
"What can I get you, sir?" The bartender asked with a polite face.
"Tequila shots, however many I get for this." Peter emptied his pocket on the counter, much to the man's irritation.
"Fine." The man counted the money and brought him three shots of tequila.
Peter immediately emptied two of them and shook his head. How did he even get into this situation? Another day lost to work and a failed date.
"Fuck." He growled and steadied his head, his hands covering his face. What would he give to just be somebody else, to leave this life behind him?
"Whiskey, on the rocks." A deep voice echoed through him, and he felt someone taking the seat right next to him. All the other seats were empty, yet he chose the one right next to Peter.
"Look, I had a really bad day, and I don't need someone invading..." He said that and lifted his head, but what he saw made him stop in his tracks.
He was a good-looking man, wearing a tailored suit, vest, and tie. The guy turned his head and caught Peter's eyes. His gaze was so intense, it sent shivers down his entire back.
"I am sorry." He stuttered, but the other guy didn't even respond. Instead, he just took a sip from his drink before he turned his entire body toward Peter.
"You don't belong here." He said, his eyes wandering all over Peter's body, judging his clothes, his hair, and everything else at once, causing his face to turn bright red.
"I can help you with that." The man's voice was deep and rough, and his gaze was growing more intense by the second.
"Clothes don't make people. You can't make me a new man." Peter was able to pull his eyes away and manage to avoid the guy's burning gaze for just a few seconds before their eyes met again.
Amused, the man smiled and took another sip from his drink. "I can't?" He raised an eyebrow and reached for Peter's chest, who pulled away, but it was a little too late.
As soon as the man's hand landed on his chest, he felt a burning sensation erupt inside his stomach.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He said it, but it wasn't his voice leaving his mouth. It was a much deeper, manlier voice—a voice he always dreamed of having.
"Is that..me?" Peter's voice broke and turned back to normal when the man pulled his hand away.
Satisfied, the man smirked. "It could be." He growled deeply and emptied the glass before he got up. "You just have to change."
"Wait? Who are you?" Peter reached for the man's arm, but he just glared at him. He immediately pulled away and felt grounded.
"People call me Ludwig." The man fixed his suit and let one hand slide down his firm chest. "If you're interested in what I can offer?" He said, but before he could finish, Peter interrupted him.
"I am! Can you change me?" His breath quickened rapidly, but Ludwig seemed unbothered.
"Not here; follow me." He motioned for Peter to get up and lead him toward the elevator.
Peter had so many questions, but somehow he didn't dare ask them right here and now. Instead, they entered the huge elevator. Together, they arrived on the sixth floor.
He followed Ludwig closely to a penthouse-like room with huge windows, several armchairs, glass tables, and a gigantic desk. It was way bigger than his actual apartment, and he was looking around in awe.
"So huge." He said, much to Ludwig's amusement.
"Take a seat." He nodded toward an armchair in front of him as he sat down as well.
A little bewildered, Peter sat down and looked at the well-dressed man just spreading his legs, being way more comfortable than himself.
Ludwig just watched him as his whole body tensed more and more. Was it possible for this man to actually change himself? Or was he just drunk, stupid, and naive?
"Ehm." Peter stuttered again.
"Yes, I can help you." Ludwig cut him off, resting both of his hands on his huge thighs.
"But how did you do that?" He said, but once the suit man raised a finger, his voice changed again—just like before at the bar.
Shocked, Peter touched his own neck, unable to process what was happening to him. His throat was a little sore; it didn't hurt, but it was a weird feeling.
"Who are you?" He said it in his deep voice, intrigued yet scared. Was he a real wizard? Or an angel? Someone was sent by God to help him.
Amused, Ludwig smirked before he licked his lips. "I don't kiss and tell." He growled and ran a hand through his nicely-done hair, causing Peter's throat to turn back to normal. "Are you interested or not?"
Peter nodded quickly and felt his entire being vibrating. "I need to become someone else! I can't handle one more day living this life."
Intrigued himself, Ludwig leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. "There is just one thing." He said it in a softer voice, yet his expression was so firm. "We haven't discussed the subject of payment."
The man leaned back and placed one hand on his thighs, while he touched his own lips with the other, running a finger through his groomed beard.
Panicking, Peter looked around, thinking deeply. "I don't have any money. I just spent all of my savings on this stupid outfit!" He looked down at himself, wearing pretty clothes that were ill-fitting and not flattering at all.
"I don't need your money." Ludwig's voice cut through the room and forced him to freeze. "I want you to work for me." He tilted his head teasingly, stroking his enormous bulge with his hand.
"Work? Like what?" Peter's voice was even higher than usual, as he was still panicking. This was his only way to make his dream come true; he couldn't afford to leave like this.
"You'll be one of my contractors." Ludwig regained his composure and leaned forward again. "You see, I'm a very busy man, and I don't have all day to look for clients." He shrugged.
"That's....all?" Peter looked at Ludwig in disbelief. Just closing contracts? That's easy. He's been working for a huge company doing that already, just on a very small scale.
"If that's easy for you." Ludwig's face was unfazed and stoney, but his eyes and his lips were so alluring, like the forbidden fruit. "What do you say?"
Incapable of forming a coherent thought, Peter just smiled widely. "I think we got a deal. Where do I sign?" He said, but the gorgeous man just starred at him; his gaze was again so intense, and Peter was unable to move a muscle.
That's when he experienced a sudden force taking over his body. His head grew heavy as he got up from the chair. Everything was spinning, twisting, and turning; just one thing was completely unbothered: Ludwig.
The man got up from the chair as well and walked toward Peter. "Who needs a signature if I have this?" His eyes were covered by a black mist, so dark it was all consuming.
Afraid, Peter tried to turn back and run away, but he couldn't move. His head and his whole body were hurting, aching from the pressure put upon them. He watched Ludwig lean in as he placed both of his hands on Peter's chest.
Instantly, a seething flame erupted in his whole upper body, causing so much pain.
"Just tell me who you want to be." Ludwig's voice was so rough, even deeper than before, and it had a mesmerizing rhythm to it.
He kissed Peter softly and breathed into him, filling his lungs and every fiber of his body with the same dark smoke engulfing his eyes.
Peter's body turned numb, vibrating insanely, as Ludwig pulled away and let go of his chest.
Seemingly pushed away, light as a feather, Peter's body moved toward the huge, king-sized bed. He dropped on to it, his head facing the ceiling, and closed his eyes.
"Who do I want to be?" He thought, searching his mind for an answer.
That's when he saw an image—more and more images of the same guy—a handsome Instagrammer he saw earlier.
Was he the right pick? Or should he think about it more? But some part of him clinged to this man—so pretty, hot, and seemingly carefree.
Peter envied him, and every fiber of his body focused on becoming this man.
"So be it." Ludwig's voice echoed through him, and what happened next was incredible.
Peter's being tensed harder than ever before as he clawed at the sheets underneath him. The fire burning underneath his skin spread farther into every corner of his body until it reached his fingertips, his toes, and his forehead.
Peter let out a pain-ridden growl when he felt his muscles growing bigger, bigger, and bigger. He, as a whole, grew bigger, and his clothes—his jacket, shirt, and jeans—weren't able to withstand this pressure. They vanished in an instant, exposing his thick tummy and pale skin.
He was able to open his eyes for just a second and look down at his chest. It felt like the fire was burning even brighter, as his skin flushed with color and his entire chest was condensed into a beautiful six-pack and thick pecs.
It was so painful, yet the most sensational feeling at the same time.
Peter leaned his head back and let out a long, guttural moan, and his voice started to change as well. It turned deeper, more masculine, but still so melodic and soft.
More and more moans escaped his mouth as he felt his muscles defining his thighs and calves. His muscles turned hard right away as waves of pure plessure swung through every bone inside his body.
Peter grabbed himself just in time for him to feel his junk extend largely. It pressed against the palm of his hand, filling his underwear fully.
Instinctively, he started to touch himself, play with himself, and enjoy every second of it.
His mind was unable to comprehend anything that was happening, but yet, it felt so, so good.
Then, his face started to change as well. His jawline got more defined, beautiful dark hair formed a beard, replacing his eyebrows, and his usual mat hair formed pretty curls.
Jerking off, he bit his lower lip, holding back an exhausted groan, but then he just let go. All of him gave in to this pressure and pleasure as he shot one load after another. It felt so much better to cum inside this pretty new body.
As fast as it erupted, the fire burned out, leaving an exhausted Peter lying on this huge bed. Peter was breathing so fast that he was nearly unable to catch a break, but after a few more seconds, he managed to move his new form.
He got up and walked toward the main room, only to find Ludwig sitting in his chair again, tilting his head at the sight of the barely dressed 'new' Peter.
That's when he saw himself for the first time in a mirror.
"Is that...me?" He growled deeply, still shocked by his new voice.
"Don't you like it?" Ludwig said he was kind of displeased with the possibility of him not liking his new body.
"No, god no." He said it quickly, still stuttering slightly. "It's so beautiful."
Peter moved around, inspecting every corner and every angle of his new self. He flexed hard, smiled, and touched himself so much.
It felt good to feel his own pecs bulge, his defined abs tense, and his huge dick pulsate inside his underwear.
"It really looks like him." He said it proudly. "The guy from Instagram." Peter enjoyed seeing his reflection move just as he did. It looked like he spent most of his life in gyms instead of online forums.
"It's because it is—the guy from Instagram." Ludwig mocked his tone, his expression shifting, just cold.
Confused, Peter turned around. "What?"
Ludiwg rolled his eyes. "I claimed his body, and I gave it to you." He motioned toward that pretty body in front of him. "Our deal, remember?"
"Fuck." Peter said, his conscious slowly taking over his mind. "I didn't know."
Ludwig leaned back against the chair, stroking his own member again. "Does it matter?"
"Yes, it does!" Peter shouted at Ludwig, who, unbothered, just waved lazily.
This caused some force to knock Peter off his feat, and he barely steadied himself against the hard wooden floor. He was kneeling right in front of Ludwig, who was towering over him like he was sitting on an actual throne.
"Hearing your cries amused me, so I let your sudden rush of confidence slide. Once." He said, his voice deeper again. "I can turn you back, if you care so much."
With a snap, Peter's hand started to burn again, and he could see his old ones form once again. "Please...no.." He cried out, actual tears leaving his now-pretty eyes.
With another wave, the burning stopped.
"Know your place, fool." Ludwig said, extremely pissed. "Look at me." He used the tip of his shoe to lift Peter's head.
"You will close 15 contracts each month. No less. Otherwise, I will just turn you back." Peter was unable to move; Ludwig's presence engulfed the whole room, causing him to whimper.
"15? Where do I find so many?" Barely a whisper left his lips.
"Just find desperate, pathetic people like you and offer them a deal with me." Ludwig rumbled and let go of Peter's chin.
With another wave, a notebook formed out of dense smoke. "Write their names down, and I will finish the deal."
"Should be easy enough." Ludwig smiled mockingly, and ran a hand through Peter's new hair. "For such a pretty face."
"How....how do I get contracts?" Peter said, scared.
"Charm them, fuck them." Ludwig yanked his head back. "Use this body I gave you. I dont care."
He got up from the throne and fixed his suit.
Peter admired his physique, but wondered if he was the actual devil.
"This will be your new home." He turned around, and suddenly Peter was able to move again.
"Thaank... Thank you, sir." He stuttered. What if he was the devil? He didn't dare ask.
"And get dressed." He snapped his fingers again, and dark smoke was forming around Peter's body.
A beautiful tailored blue suit formed out of thin air, but he couldn't enjoy it at all. He was way too scared to show any emotion in front of Ludwig.
"Yes sir." He nodded.
Ludwig turned around one last time to look at Peter with a smirk on his lips.
"Don't disappoint me."
A shiver ran down his entire back again before he left the apartment.
With one last look at himself, he regretted his choice.
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The desired role
I never thought my life could change this drastically. Let me tell you that I once was a strong and fair cop but I lost all of that quickly without fully realizing what I did. It all started a few months ago on this fateful afternoon.
On that day I was on my patrol, driving around in my police cruiser looking for potential trouble as usual.
I had gotten a call from a young woman that it seems like a young man is selling himself for sex to other men in a more remote area of the town. I was driving around there to see if I could spit him and I could after a fee minutes of searching. I carefully parked the cruiser and tried to sneak up on them. They were in the back of an alley. I could see the young man wearing skin tight latex from neck to toes. He was getting fucked by an older man with a beer gut while another man demanded the young man to suck his dick. I came closer but one of the older man noticed me and started to run. I quickly started to run towards them, shouting at them to stand still. The second man pushed the young man towards me and started to run away too.
I catched the young man and could only watch as the two old men ran through a backdoor and closed it. I handcuffed the young man and then walked up to the backdoor, trying to pry it open but to no avail. The thick metal door didnt move a bit. I got back to the young man and looked at him thoroughly. His body from neck to toes was covered in latex, even his hands. The only places free of latex was his crotch area and a hole around his butt. His dick was locked away in a chastity cage. He seemed intimidated by me as he didnt even reach my shoulders.
"Are you even old enough to sell yourself in this 'business'?", I asked him starting to walk him towards the cruiser.
"Is this regarding my size? Yeah I know I look young with my 5' but I can assure you that I'm 26 years old.", he answered cowardly.
"Do you have any ID to back up that claim?"
"No. I lost everything around 4 months ago."
I pushed him into the backseat.
I got into the car on the drivers seat.
"Whats your name?", I asked opening the criminal justice information system.
"Jordan Blight.", he said. I could hear him starting to sob.
I entered his name into the computer and found multiple things about him. It started with him disappearing, followed by multiple offensive crimes.
I exhaled deeply. By the looks of it this guy would now go to prison even though I knew that from the way he looked he wouldnt survive a week there.
Jordan must've had a similar thought as he started crying.
"Please... I'll do anything. I just cant go to prison. Please!", he cried.
"Sorry man, but I cant help you.", I answered looking at him through the rearview mirror.
"Please...", he continued crying. "I'll do anything... do you need sexual relief? I'm supposedly good at it. Do you need someone to talk to? I'm a good listener."
I stayed silent. I felt somewhat pitty for him and his situation.
"Do you need someone to get drugs? I know some who have them.", he continued.
I looked at him concerned.
"Or do you want me as an insider? Or should I be your slave?"
I subconsciously moved an eyebrow and unfortunatly Jordan noticed it.
"What was it? The insider or the slave?", he asked with a grin.
I cleared my throat.
"How did you get in your situation? I mean I wouldnt choose to walk around in a latex suit covering everything but my head, dick and ass.", I asked.
"Changing the subject, I see.", he snickered. "I was drugged by some I considered friends. They stripped me, put me in this latex suit and cock cage. They also made sure that I dont get out by welding the zipper fully into the suit. They then brought me here, into a city I dont know to make me a sex slave. And they succeeded. I got addicted to sex and drugs over the last few months. It feels like I know more about the taste of dicks and cum than real food. It feels like I dont even remember how it feels to wear something else than latex."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I - I dont even know what to say.", I said.
"Say if it was the slave or the insider.", he laughed.
"Neither. Just a weird thought I sometimes have."
"Tell me about it."
I felt torn. He had the right appearance for my weird wish but he was just a stranger, even more a stranger I've just arrested. But I still had this feeling that I could tell him.
"Since I was in pre-school I was the tallest guy and even without working out I was pretty muscular.", I said. "And I dont know why as my family isnt tall at all. Since then I started to get this wish, to feel small. Even get somewhat humiliated."
It was a weird silence.
"I didnt see that coming.", Jordan said. "You, this hunk of a good looking man, wants to be humiliated. You want to be in my position?"
"Yeah, I do.", I said. "I just want to know how it feels."
"Well, I'd do anything to not go to prison but I dont know how much I could humiliate you."
He chuckled.
"I mean I'm 5' and you're like 6'3.", he added.
"6'5 to be precise.", I said. "I could have something that would change this situation. Only if you're down for it."
"I'd be doing it if it means that I wont go to prison, so yeah. Tell me, what is it you have."
I moved around in my seat, fearing his reaction to what I would tell him.
"I have a body swap item with me.", I told him.
He bursted out into laughs. It was almost contagious. Almost.
He slowly caught himself again.
"You cant be serious!", he looked at me. "Oh shit, you're serious."
"I dont know if it works but it could be your way out of prison if you do it with me for a short time. Its said to be reversible so we'd swap back after that session of ours.", I said.
He thought about it for a moment.
"Sure, why not. I always wondered how it felt to have a body as incredible as yours."
"Then its a deal.", I started the engine and drove us to an even more remote area of the city.
When we arrived I turned off the cruiser and got out. I opened the trunk of the cruiser and took a strange needle out of it. I closed it and opened Jordan's door. I pulled him out and pushed him into an abandoned alleyway.
I unlocked his handcuffs and he rubbed his wrists.
"So how does this work?", Jordan asked.
"We have to prick a finger each with this.", I held the needle in front of him. "Then the pricked tips have to touch and then we swap or transform into each other. That wasnt fully clear."
"Then lets do it.", he answered.
I took one of his fingers and pricked the tip. He let out a slight gasp. Then I pricked my finger and held it up. He pressed his finger against mine and I immediately felt a weird sensation, as if a force was pulling my whole body from my finger.
Jordan musst have felt it himself as he pulled his hand away. I looked at him and noticed that he started to grow, not just in height but also in terms of muscles. His latex suit got pulled thinner and thinner before it finally ripped in multiple places. The scraps of latex fell to the ground, revealing Jordans new muscular body that was still growing. I could immediately see that his muscles looked like mine. Jordan marveled at his new body, already smelling his armpits or feeling his abs. I looked down at his dick to see if it was growing too and it did. It was already straining against the cage before the cage sprung open and fell to the ground. Jordan's dick was the spitting image of mine and it was rock hard.
Jordan was almost the same height as me now and only his face looked different. A beard stubble was starting to grow on his cheeks as his bone structure started to morph into mine. His hair grew shorter and his eye color changed. It took only a few seconds and it was as if I was looking into a mirror. A naked mirror.
"This is incredible!", Jordan said feeling his biceps. "We could be twins right now! But shouldnt you look like me?"
"Yeah, I thought I would transform too but until now I only have this strange feeling.", right then the feeling changed and I started to shrink. While shrinking my uniform felt heavier and the gun holster looser every second and suddenly my pants, including my boxers, fell to the ground. My jacket and vest were huge on me, my hands didnt even stick out of the sleeve anymore and my dick was hidden behind the vest but I could feel how hard it was. It was almost painful.
I looked at Jordan and he had a huge grin on his face.
"Your manly face on my body wearing a uniform thats to big for you is just a funny sight to behold.", he said not letting go of his new muscles.
I started to feel my face change. The receding beard as well as the quickly growing hair tickled. With a faint plop I could hear my bones change and then the feeling vanished.
"Looks like I'm the officer now.", Jordan said.
He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up. I could feel my socks and boots slip off my feet before I felt the cold ground beneath my butt. Jordan had dropped me.
"Man this strength is crazy!", he exclaimed.
I coughed a few times, trying to get my throat to feel normal again.
Jordan grabbed my arms and quickly pulled the rest of the uniform off of my body. I was now sitting on the cold floor completely naked.
Jordan dropped the vest, jacket and undershirt. I could hear him breathing heavily.
"I havent worn real clothes for months.", I could hear him say to himself.
He picked up my boxers from my pants and looked at them in his hands. He quickly smelled them and let out a quiet moan before carefully slipping his legs through them. He pulled them up to his hips and took his time to position his new big dick in a comfortable place.
It looked like Jordan quickly forgot about me because of the uniform.
He continued by pulling my socks out of my boots before pulling them over his feet and muscular calves. He wiggled his toes and giggled.
He grabbed the undershirt and pulled it over his broad chest. I marveled at how great it fit him. I now saw that I truly knew how to show off my body.
He removed the gun holster from the belt before stepping into the pants. He closed the belt and added the holster back.
He grabbed the jacket and quickly put it on before adding the vest onto his torso.
The last thing left were the boots. He seemed to almost celebrate this. He grabbed them and slowly unlaced them. He relished stepping into them, I could see it. He tied them again and took a few steps.
"This feels so good. Wearing real clothes, a uniform even. And then wearing shoes again. No more barefoot in latex.", he said.
Standing before me really was the spitting image of me, officer Stephen Benson. An officer with a bright future, thinking about how he could do anything as me now made my dick even harder.
"What are you going to do with me, officer?", I asked trying to get his attention.
He helped me up before pushing me face first against the wall.
"You can be more than lucky I got my uniform back. Impersonating an officer is a serious crime!", he said.
I felt him rubbing his crotch against my back.
"That was all just a big misunderstanding sir!", I answered.
I suddenly felt how he put the handcuffs around my wrists on my back.
"Misunderstanding or not, you're going to jail.", he said.
I got nervous, was he just roleplaying or taking over my life. I wanted to be submissive but I didnt want to go to jail. The thought of him taking over made me even harder. My dick was pressing so hard against the dirty brick wall.
"You're lucky as I'm in need of sexual relief.", he turned me around to face him. "And you may not go to jail if you go down and do a thing for me."
Jordan had a devilish grin on my old face. I went down and he immediately pushed my face into my old crotch. I could smell the fabric as well as the stench of my old sweat. But most of all I could feel the outline of the beast inside the pants that was once mine.
He continued pressing my face into his crotch.
"Worship me. Worship my muscles and uniform!", he said.
I couldnt answer because my face was pushed so hard against his crotch but I managed to move my hands behind my back to get his attention there.
He bent himself over me to unlock one side of the handcuffs again.
I immediately moved my hands to his firm butt and squeezed it. My hands slowly ran down his legs, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric every time he flexed his legs. I knew that it should be wrong, worshipping your real body but it just felt so good.
My hands went down further, now slightly massaging his calves before I ran my hands over my combat boots he now wore. Touching the leather felt surprisingly good so I kept working on his feet. That combined with inhaling the musk of my old crotch and uniform felt intoxicating.
"Take it out and suck it!", I heard Jordan order with my old deep voice.
It sent chills down my spine knowing that I sounded like that before but now I wasnt in control of it or any other part of that body.
I opened the belt and pants and pulled out his dick. It was more than massive from my point of view and it was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum.
I opened my mouth and Jordan saw that as his opportunity to push the full 8 inches down my throat. I thought that I would have to throw up but this body had like no gag reflex anymore. I continued sucking on my old dick while Jordan controlled my speed by having his hands behind my head.
It felt weird and at first I didnt knew what to do but it only took a few seconds before the muscle memory kicked in and I started sucking like a pro. I could feel the veins pulsate in sync with Jordan's heartbeat. I used my tongue to play with it and I heard Jordan moan every now and then.
He suddenly grabbed my head more tightly before I felt his dick erupting in my mouth. I immediately started to swallow and tasted cum for the first time. The salty but still somewhat sweet taste was weird at first but it felt more normal with every string Jordan shot into my mouth.
"Dont spill.", he said panting.
I swallowed everything before he pulled me to my feet again. He turned me around again and I could immediately feel him running his dick along my ass. He pushed it in without warning but it didnt hurt at all.
"Damn, my hole was loose.", Jordan said. "I have more to give to you."
He pounded me hard but it still turned me on more. Knowing that the roles would be reversed in reality. I should be the muscular officer and Jordan should be this twink but right now I was living my phantasy.
His thrusts changed pace and I could feel how he prepared to unleash another load into me. He pushed me tight against the wall, his hands on my hips as I felt him shooting his warm and slimy masculine seed up my ass.
He pulled out and I felt him wiping off his dick on my butt cheeks.
I was covered in sweat but it felt great to have been used like this and I bet Jordan loved being a muscular officer too.
I was awaiting that he would unlock the handcuffs again so that we could swap back but he suddenly grabbed me with full force by my neck and threw me to the ground.
"You let something drip out of your ass!", he said firmly pointing at his feet. "Go on and clean my awesome combat boots."
I got on my knees and licked the cum off of my old boot. It tasted just like before, only that it had now dirt mixed into it. I was almost done licking as I felt a few finger intrude my butt. Jordan pulled them out again and tasted it.
"Damn man, this body tastes good.", he said.
Suddenly we both looked intensely at each other knowing exactly what caused it. It felt like a damn broke in our minds. My mind got flooded with the memories of Jordan and he probably got access to my memories.
"This- this changes everything!", he said.
He pulled me up.
I cleared my throat to sound manlier.
"Are you ready to change back? There are spare clothes in the trunk of the cruiser you can wear after that.", I said.
"No man.", he said.
"What do you mean, no?"
He pushed me against the wall again.
"You wanted to be me. You wanted to be humiliated and I agreed to escape prison.", he flashed me a quick smile. "But I'm the man now. I have the muscles. I wear the uniform. We'll do this my way now."
"But- but you cant just be a cop and do my job. I cant stay like this."
"You enjoyed being like this."
He gestured to my small, hard and slightly leaking dick.
"And I more than enjoyed being you.", he continued. "You have two options now, 'Jordan'. Keep complaining about swapping back and I'll send you to prison. Or get into the car and be me."
I stared at him in shock.
"It's Thursday, right?", he asked.
"Yes."
"Then lets make a deal. We stay like this till Sunday. If you then still want to swap back we'll do it. If you want us to stay like this we'll stay."
"Deal!"
He grabbed my balls tightly and I let out a loud, uncontrolled moan. He laughed.
"Good. I still have to be on my patrol for 2 more hours. So I'll leave you here. You wanted to be humiliated so you have to make a choice. Stay here until I come back to get you or look around searching for clothes. But if you do, time is running. I wont wait here for you when I'm finshed.", he said.
He laughed again and walked to the cruiser. He stepped into the driver seat, started the engine and left.
Only then I noticed that Jordan managed to place his old chastity cage on my dick.
I didnt fully understand how it got this far but I felt good. The humiliation was everything I always wanted but I still felt the urge to get my body back. I was excited to see what the last few days would bring.
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Rented You Out - Part 1
Ever tried on a suit? Perhaps borrowed someone else's? Or you could've gotten it from a Suit Rental? Well let me tell you about a story of a man, whose body LITERALLY got rented out. So grab your ☕️, grab your 😸, because it's about to get WILD from here, well at least for our main boy.
Meet Denholm Gauthier, the 18-year old boy in 12th Grade, ready to graduate in a few months, but still have no decisions towards what to do in his life. He is a well-loved and kind student at his high school, and as the leader of the Football team and President of the Student Council, oh he's got it all. Plus, he's the class Valedictorian. So why is he such in a lost position? He had always seeked purpose in his life, though no one seemed to give him a damn since he's literally a privileged, handsome white dude. Everyone's got their own shit. To everyone's surprise, Denholm once mentioned that he didn’t want his life AT ALL, to which everyone got outraged about, saying “WHY NOT?!?”. Well, with this story unfolding, I guess I can say he found his purpose.
Chapter 1: Kidnapped
And so we begin. It was psychology class and the classroom was having a heated debate about the human mind and body. It escalated between the nerds too much that a fight could’ve broke out but thanks to Denholm it was de-escalated fast.
“It’s fine Mr Watkins, this topic was a bit controversial if I’m going to be honest with you. But I believe that our human minds are its own unique ways, and one could never be another person.”, he stated as he made the others calm down.
“Well that’s what you thought.” The quiet kid said. His name was Stanley. He’s the kid that sits in so much envy while watching Denholm rise up in the podium of popularity. He was always jealous of him. He wanted to live like him. Heck, he wanted to be him.
“What was that bro?” Denholm politely asked. Stanley didn’t replied, so Denholm’s just shrugged it off and packed his bag.
Lunchtime was up, and Denholm ate with Markus, who’s his childhood and best friend. Denholm long knew then that Markus likes other men, but Markus never really showed him that he wanted Denholm to be more than friends. Though with that said, Denholm is a very liberal person, and of course, a straight ally, which is not what Markus wanted but more than enough to keep them as friends.
“Hey bro! What’s up?” Denholm excitingly said to Markus.
“Nothing much, just tired of life as always.” Markus said.
“Why’s that so? You have friends and family!” Denholm replied.
“Well I don’t want this life. So stressful and so pressured. I wish I could be just as charismatic and attractive and NORMAL as YOUR life!” Markus said with a raising voice.
“Wha… is that what you feel about my life?” Denholm was shocked. Markus raised his voice on him again, which he typically does to cover his feelings of desire towards him. It’s really hard for a gay man like Markus to try and not fall face flat with his feelings towards straight boy hottie Denholm.
“You know my life isn’t easy too. I wish I could live as simpler as any other person.” Denholm sighed.
“Oh I’m sorry..” , Markus said. Denholm hugged him, and so the feelings came in again. Markus’ manhood was rising a little bit high that time, but not too high for Denholm to notice. It was almost like Markus wanted to kiss him on the spot, but he didn’t forgot his dignity and so he didn’t do it.
There was a student council meeting afterschool, so Denholm had to leave the last period early. While walking down the hallway, he saw a black van parallel parking in the lot. It was quite peculiar to see a car parking at that time. He wanted to investigate it but was running late for the meeting, so he ignored it.
The meeting had finally ended. Denholm separated with his classmates because his locker was at the other exit of the school, and now, he’s secured from the hands of evil. “I love you.”, said by Denholm to his girlfriend as he leaves the school through the back exit. As he was leaving, the black van he suspected earlier, was open. He was grabbed by two men wearing balaclavas and shoved him into the backseat.
Denholm tried to talk but his voice was muffled caused by the tape on his mouth. A silhouette of a teenager was seen from the car mirror, but that teenager quickly turned it away to get prevented from being seen. Helpless, Denholm tried everything he can to get unleashed, but it was no use. The two men started injecting something on his back, it wasn’t a syringe, rather a sharp wired material that penetrated his spine, and later his whole body. As he was agonizing in pain, the kid from the front seat was giggling, enticed to see the pain Denholm was going through. They then started to dig down his back even further, almost as if they were cutting it wide open like a zipper. As he can no longer tolerate the pain, Denholm passed out from exhaustion.
Chapter 2: I Am My Bestie
Nightfall came, and Denholm’s parents were very worried. His girlfriend along with his father seeked help from the police, to which they saw the van that took him away. Markus, who thought that the men might have put Denholm captive at school, drove straight there during the night.
To by his surprise, he saw Denholm lying down in the locker room. He screamed, “DENHOLM!!” As he tried waking him up. He tried to lift his body upwards but noticed something strange. His body was a little lightweight.. almost hollow.
As Markus went to see Denholm’s face, his eyes looked… empty. Something wasn’t right. It only took a matter of time until he discovered that Denholm had a huge rip on his back, with a little switch attached to his neck. Markus kept shrugging Denholm to awake him but there was no use. He then examined the rip, and accidentally opened it, which revealed Denholm’s insides with literally nothing in it. Just a hollow mold.
“My friend’s… a bodysuit?!?!?” Markus started to panic. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he would tell to Denholm’s parents. So he kept trying to wake Denholm up, but he’s no longer there. There was only one choice. If Denholm WAS an empty suit for someone to wear, then someone must wear him for the meantime, and who would that be none other than Markus. “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Markus started to tear up. He then stripped off his clothes. He started to insert his legs and feet into Denholm’s empty body. Markus was a bit larger than Denholm’s so it was a tight fit. the warmness of the insides then slowly binded Markus’ legs onto his. There was no turning back. Next, he put on the torso, and leaned Denholm’s head forward for now. It was almost complete. The last thing to do is to put on the head. As Markus was putting Denholm’s face like a mask, it frightened him too much that he started suffocating. In the outside it looked like an expressionless Denholm but you can hear Markus grasping for air. He eventually fell to the groubd and passed out.
The next time Markus woke up, he was at the floor. His body was glistening with sweat, or should I say, Denholm’s body. He tried to get and up and looked around, then exhaled to see that he can breathe again. His breath smelled like Denholm’s, which shocked him a lot. He paused and saw the mirror, with Denholm reflecting back to him. “De..Denholm??”, Markus said. The voice still sounded like Markus wearing a mask, which was muffled, so Markus adjusted Denholm’s face to fit his even more. And so the face finally locked in. “Denholm??” He said again. This time the voice sounded EXACTLY like Denholm. He started to rub his new wavy hair, and touch his new skin in his face. He also noticed his eyes even changed. Rubbing it through, he no longer has curly hair or dark skin, and his smell noticeably also disappeared, revealing a musky, bold smell from Denholm.
He admired Denholm’s hair, torso, biceps, and stroked his 6.8-inch dick. He then started putting on his clothes, and covered up the switch with a bandage. He looked at the mirror again and said, “Sorry Denholm, baby, but I need to drive you for now.” and kissed goodbye to his reflection in the mirror.
Now that Markus holds Denholm’s life, it was time to tell the news to Denholm’s family. Going home a bit excited, he rushed into Denholm’s house where a worried mother and father rushed in to receive him in open arms. “We missed you so much honey!”, Marta said to her “son” while embracing him. Markus felt a wholesome rather never-before feeling at that moment, as his parents were divorced and was put into care by his evil grandparents. This experience has become a chance for Markus to feel the life he deserved to have: a loving family, popular, charming, spoiled, everything that he ever dreamed of. Besides his sexual desires in the love of his life’s body, it was a chance for him to enjoy a new life of his own.
Chapter 3: Denholm Slayy
Morning came and Markus woke up refreshed, and opened his phone to see that he still has Denholm’s face while looking at the front camera. “Good morning, babe”, Markus started teasing himself. Suddenly something raised from under the blankets. Markus felt aroused by Denholm’s morning look so much that he decided to have a little bit of fun before getting through his day.
He let out a quick moan as he started grabbing onto Denholm’s elastic manhood. And there he unleashed loads and loads of cum which splashed through the whole bedroom. He didn’t even gave a damn into how he’s gonna clean all that mess. Then he admired himself in the mirror then started kissing it. “Oh I wish you were fucking me like this baby. Such a slay”, Markus groaned as he breathed in great intervals. He was having the time of his life.
“Babe??? Babee, I came to pick you up!” that was Paula, Denholm’s girlfriend, picking him up to go to school. Markus got alarmed by this. How was he supposed to clean all that cum on the wall? He quickly got up from the bed and took a dirty shirt from the laundry to wipe off all the stains from the walls and floors. Then he put on a shirt before opening the door. “Babe! What took you so long?? Also why are you not dressed yet we’re already late!” Paula said. “Sorry babe, got a bit hazy from last night that’s all.” Markus replied. “Well if you want to talk about it, we can spend the day together”, said Paula as she seductively touches Denholm’s cheeks. “No it’s alright, besides you have a test today and we must put our studies first right?”, Markus said while feeling anxious. “Ok! I’ll wait for you downstairs while you get ready.” Paula replied.
“Babe babe… Babe my ASS.” Markus side-eyes Paula as she left. “You know Denholm, you don’t deserve this annoying slut!” Markus said while berating Denholm’s reflection in the mirror. “This is why I’m GAY! UGH! If only you were mine… But for now, I am you. I will make the most of it.” Markus said while getting dressed. He put on a new bad boy look for Denholm, compared to the plain shirts that Denholm used to pull off with. Markus did a grin in the mirror as he admired his ideal look for Denholm.
“Oh daddy, you’re really such a fine person. I hope we get to bond more like this again.” Markus sighed. He then headed off to school with Paula.
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It was now the afternoon. No one has seemed to have noticed that Denholm was being controlled by another person, as Markus has studied every single inch of how Denholm moves and speaks, which counts to the amount of obsession he has towards his homie. But there was one person that wasn’t convinced by the act though. While walking down the street, Paula confronted Denholm/Markus. “Babe, is everything alright? You seem distant.. detached today…”. Markus started to get nervous again, not knowing what details to say to her. “Babe its nothing.. look, I’ll head home now. Maybe I just needed a rest.” He replied.
Markus was finally back at Denholm’s room. It was now late at night. He took off his clothes and decided to lie down. “Maybe I should… do it again..” As Markus tried to stand up, suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was suffocating through latex. He then started gagging until he choked. It was the suit. He tried leaning on to something, but eventually the sweat that accumulated the suit made him trip down and struggle to get up. It felt like he was about to die, something was crushing him from the inside. Desperate, he tried unzipping off from the suit, which worked perfectly well. Markus finally got out of Denholm again, after over a day of using him. Both of them were covered in sweat, with Markus hyperventilating as he stared at Denholm’s lifeless body.
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Mason and the golden skin
A special thanks to @dulafer, who helped me come up with the idea after having hit a minor writer's block
Body a day - #14: Battery
Mason had been envious of his classmate Chris since the first day he met him at Colchis University, so much so, that it had become an obsession. He envied him, he envied him so strongly that all he could think about was becoming him. Every thing about Chris, he desired and longed for, so much so that it became unbearable.
One of Mason’s former highschool classmates, Jed, was also studying at Colchis, studying both neurology and engineering. When Mason confessed his feelings towards Chris, Jed became lost in thought. The silence was eerie, but Jed was definitely contemplating Mason’s thoughts.
“If you really could switch places,” Jed said after the very long pause, “would you?” “Yes!” Mason blurted without hesitation. “Even if it meant giving your life to him?” Jed asked. Mason was a bit more reluctant this time, he hadn’t actually considered that, but if he had to swap places with Chris, it made sense, that Chris had to be somewhere else. But there would be no way, that Chris would ever accept that. “I’m sure, I’ll manage…” Mason said nonchalant.
Jed seemed very interested in the conundrum, but more out of curiosity than envy nor desire.
“If I come up with a solution – I want you to do something for me…” Jed said looking up at Mason. “What do you want?” Mason asked. “I want you, or rather you in Chris’s body as my boyfriend.”
Mason blushed, “you have a crush on me?” “Maybe,” Jed answered clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, not even looking at Mason anymore.
“Hey,” Mason began softly, breaking the awkward silence, he walked over to Jed, then pushed Jed’s chin up so that they had eye contact. “If you are really willing to do this for me… Then you might as well call me your boyfriend already,” he said, touched by Jed’s sentiment.
Two semesters later they came up with a prototype for a body-swapping device, technically it was a mind-swapping device. It would carry the full neurological pattern between two brains within a very short distance. Mason had to get Chris somewhere secluded, so that no interference was possible, and he had to take a clean shot. Jed was confident, it would work, but there were many potential risks. The device looked similar to a tablet with a camera attachment, except for the fact that the tablet part mostly consisted of batteries in a series. The device took an unbelievable amount of power, 75% of the device’s weight consisted of the batteries powering it.
Jed somehow managed to arrange a meeting with Chris at a remote part of campus. Mason wouldn’t have been successful if he had tried, after all Chris knew him, but Jed didn’t actually tell Mason, exactly how he managed to convince Chris to turn up at that place. But he did, and armed with the tablet-camera-thingy, Mason was prepared to welcome the unsuspecting Chris, who arrived on his bike.
“What are you doing here?!” Chris drawled as he noticed Mason, “is this some kind of joke?!”
Mason was nervous, almost afraid, but still infatuated and smitten with Chris. Mason let his envy consume him, he took some big steps directly towards Chris, aimed the device at his face, and pressed the button. There was a blinding light, and they both felt like they had been electrocuted, their bodies were shaking, but they couldn’t see anything.
Then Mason could see again, no longer blinded by the light, he could see himself, but from a taller perspective. He wasn’t looking in a mirror, the device had worked.
Mason’s body was still dazed and confused, the device fell out of his hand and hit the ground.
Mason was in awe. Chris’s body was all his, this perfect body was all his. He didn’t get to enjoy the moment for long however, he was ripped out by his stream of consciousness, when he heard his old voice shout at him: “What the hell have you done?!”
Chris had apparently already figured out exactly what had happened, there was a look of pure hatred in his eyes.
Mason’s body picked up the device. “You aren’t getting away with this. I’m gonna take my body back, and then… And then you won’t even live long enough to regret this!” Mason’s voice snarled, his words dripping with loathing and vindictiveness. Mason had a feeling something was wrong, he could smell burnt ‘something’, rubber or plastic maybe, the smell definitely came from the device, it was about to break down. Even a single use had put massive strain on the batteries, the device couldn’t handle another swap.
Mason in Chris’s body froze, blinded by the bright light, but also something else, it was like his mind was clouded by all sorts of unrecognisable impressions.
Mason’s body fell unconscious to the floor, but Mason was still looking at it from Chris’s perspective, he felt a bit of satisfaction seeing his former body collapse. But to make sure nobody would accuse him of anything, he picked up the foul-smelling device and stuffed it in Chris’s bag, then he begrudgingly called an ambulance. Then he went over to his unconscious body and more by instinct than choice began to perform CPR on it, then it dawned on him… He did not know, how to perform CPR, but Chris did. The faulty device must have transferred parts of Chris’s consciousness to him. He was still Mason at heart, he knew that much.
Mason’s body was taken away by the paramedics, as Chris explaining something about having witnessed Mason having a heart attack or something. With the ambulance gone, Mason could finally wrap his head around the other dramatic events. The faulty device had transferred Chris’s memories to him, he wouldn’t have any problem fooling everyone, he didn’t have to pretend to be Chris, he was Chris.
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As a senior officer, rookies are assigned to Raùl up to four times a year. He shows them the basics, how to stay safe, what places to avoid and simply, how to be a good cop. His newest partner just graduated from the academy about three weeks prior. Being very green, days are extremely exhausting. Nonetheless, Raùl enjoys his job a lot.
He just brought him home after a very long, draining shift, and hes happy to spend an hour alone, to relax and to do paper work. The young one is learning this soon enough, and as long as nothing eventful happens, those reports are pretty easy to fill out.
Raùl is sitting inside the car in midst an empty parking lot a little out of town, lighting a cigarette. As he takes a deep breath, he leans back against the seat. With a huge exhale, he sighs and blows smoke out of his mouth.
He checks the clock. His shift is nearly over, time to head to the station. He turns the key, and the engine roars to life, but it dies soon after. Bewildered, he turns the key again, with the same result.
Sighing again, he thinks for a second. He cant afford that car to be broken. So much paperwork. Annoyed, he reaches for the key, but as he looks into the rear view mirror, he spots a dark figure sitting on his back seat.
"What the fuck? Who are you?" He grunts angrily, but as he blinks, that figure is gone. Raùl turns around to see where that man has gone, but there is no one in sight.
His heart is racing and his breath quickens rapidly. He feels his whole body shaking in fear. "What the fuck?" Raùl exhales, and the sound of his radio spooks him. He jumps, hearing the voice of his operator echoing through the car.
"Raùl. Can you hear me?" She says, and the cop takes a deep breath.
He turns back around and leans against the seat. "I can hear you." He turns on his microphone and holds back a nervous chuckle.
"Captain wants to talk to you, you may come in." She says calmly.
"On my way." He coughs, trying his best to not show his growing anxiety.
Raùl closes his eyes and runs a hand across his face and through his hair. 'Just my nerves' he thinks, but once he opens his eyes, however, the ghostly figure is hovering right in front of his face.
Letting out a guttural scream, he cant stop it from entering his body through his open mouth. Like sticky liquid it covers the inside of his mouth, his tongue and slides down his throat. Raùl gags, and tries to grab his attacker, but it doesnt work. He reaches for his gun, the radio, but then, his throat starts burning.
Its warm, goo-like, and more and more of it enters his mouth. In horror he watches the figure disappear inside him, deeper, until its gone.
His body reacts right away, getting harder than ever before. Its a extremely weird feeling. On the one hand its disgusting, the smell and texture of it all, but on the other hand, hes getting arroused.
Raùl blinks a few times and holds his throat, and stomach still feeling that sticky liquid running down inside him. He gags again and again, a defensive mechanism, but it doesnt work at all.
His entire body stiffens harshly, as all of his muscles bulge against his now tight uniform. "What is...." He growls deeply, but suddenly, his body starts twitching.
His entire being starts tingling, as warmth fills his entire chest. Subconciously, he starts stroking himself, feeling his skin heating up even through his clothes. His breath quickens again and he desperately tries to open up his vest, to make it easier for him to breathe.
After a few failed attempts, he opens the zipper and takes a huge deep breath in relief.
Just then, the warmth starts spreading through his arms right into his fingertips. The tingling gets even worse but he cant help himself but moan in blissful satisfaction.
Still stroking himself, he feels his skin move slightly, something or someone is adjusting to his bigger frame.
Its painful yet more waves of pleasure echo through every fiber of his body.
His upper body grows heavier and the warmth keeps spreading, now, through his waist into his thighs, further down, reaching his toes.
Raùl moans again as even his cock is tingling rhythmically. It grows larger, pressing against his pants. He never felt like that before, and nothing caused him to leak precum and stain his boxers that fast.
Unable to control himself he grabs his bulge firmly, moving his hand along his ever growing shaft.
"Soo good."
A voice enters his thoughts, causing Raùl to snap out of this state of pure pleasure for a moment.
"Who are you?" He opens his mouth, but hes just drooling. Instead, hes talking to that voice inside his head.
"Im the new owner of this beautiful body."
The voice says sassily.
"What? Who?"
Unable to form a coherent thought, Raùls mind starts spinning even faster.
Just then, his mind is flooded with so many different images, thoughts and feelings, which simply overwhelm him.
All of him tells him to give in. That its okay. So easy.
"Im merging with you, Raùl." The voice says. "Ive been looking for a host for months. And watching you with those rookies made my heart melt."
Raùl leans his head back, letting out a long guttural moan at the simple thought of his new partner.
His cock pulsates happily, staining his clothes even more.
"Im sorry. Couldnt help myself." The voice giggles.
"Please....dont."
Raùl cries out, the feeling of losing control getting worse and worse.
"I want you. I need you." The voice says. "And I always get what I want."
The pressure on his body gets nearly unbearable, and with a last effort, he tries to fight back, but the batlle is already lost.
Moaning, groaning and grunting deeply, Raùl shoots load after load into his pants. His body is giving in, and that voice is embracing this fully. The eyes turn glassy and unfocus before they roll back into his head. All of the muscles are testing the limits of the uniforms fabric and his voice breaks before it stops.
For a moment, all goes numb.
Then, 'Raùl' opens his eyes, and lets out a low groan.
With a smile, he looks at his reflection inside the rear view mirror, enjoying the sight of him.
"Very nice." He growls and inspects his face, running a hand through his nicely done hair and groomed beard.
'Raùl' then inspects the rest of his body. He enjoys how it feels to be a well trained cop. His muscles flex easily, and then, subconciously, he strokes his cock through a huge wet patch.
"Fucking good." He smirks, and raises his eyebrows. "The first time is always the best."
His captain wants to speak to him. Thats going to be fun.
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Cambio de cancha
Isaac:
No puedo creer que de verdad esto esté pasando, y menos en un día tan importante.
Trabajo como diseñador gráfico y soy bastante bueno en mi área, tanto que el día de mañana mi jefe me hará una entrevista para saber si soy lo suficientemente bueno para subirme de puesto. Sin embargo, hace unos días al regresar a casa, pasé por la cancha de futbol como siempre hago. Siempre he detestado el deporte, así que no les presto demasiada atención, pero ese día me di cuenta que este chico, bastante más joven que yo, me miraba y le susurraba algo a su compañero. No le di importancia y seguí con mi camino.
Durante la noche comencé a sentir mucho vértigo, perdí el equilibrio y caí sobre mi cama y todo se volvió oscuro por un segundo. Al detenerse, noté que estaba en un lugar distinto, asustado tomé el celular del escritorio y vi que de alguna forma me encontraba en el cuerpo del chico de la cancha. Sólo llevaba puesto el short y las calcetas del entrenamiento, su piel era suave y sus músculos definidos, me sentía extrañamente excitado... pero debía averiguar qué estaba pasando.
Rápidamente intenté llamar a mi celular, pero bloqueó mi número, o mejor dicho, su número, sólo recibí un mensaje donde decía lo obvio y que no me preocupara porque él se haría cargo de mi vida, así que no me quedó de otra mas que quedarme en este cuerpo mientras encuentro como regresar al mío.
Ahora tengo que ir a sus entrenamientos y jugar sus partidos, lo cual es un fastidio para mí, aunque debo admitir que por alguna razón el ponerme el uniforme me produce una sensación extraña y placentera, y la verdad se le ve bastante bien, sobre todo la forma en la que las calcetas resaltan sus piernas. Sus compañeros no se ven nada mal tampoco... ¿pero qué estoy pensando? Debo concentrarme en el partido. Espero que no arruine mi entrevista.
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Late Night Jog
In the cool, dark embrace of the night, I found myself pounding the pavement, my feet rhythmically hitting the ground with each stride. It was an ordinary evening jog, or so I thought. Little did I know that this run would turn my world upside down most thrillingly and sensually imaginable.As I rounded a corner, I collided with someone. It was my neighbour, Amir, the epitome of a Greek god with a chiselled jawline and a sculpted body that glistened with sweat. The impact was electrifying, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down as we locked eyes.
Apologies and heartbeats intertwined, something inexplicable happened. It felt like our souls intertwined as if a cosmic force pulled us together and triggered a mysterious phenomenon. The next thing I knew, I was standing there, bewildered, in Amir's stunning body, and Max stood in mine, looking equally bewildered.
My former body seemed to regain its senses first, as it darted away with a quick confused apology. I ran my new hands through Max's short, damp hair, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The realization hit me like a thunderbolt—I was trapped in this incredibly hot and muscular body.
Feeling the power and strength in every movement, I flexed my new muscles. The sensation was beyond anything I had experienced before, every fibre alive with energy and vitality. The sweat clung to my skin, accentuating every curve and sinew, heat radiating from my body and I couldn't help but revel in the intensity of the moment.
Drawing a deep breath, I lifted my top, exposing my now six-pack abs, each ridge highlighted by the moon's glow. The sensation of the cool night air against my exposed skin sent shivers down my spine, and I marvelled at the sight of my own body, transformed into something I had only dreamed of. Feeling alive and daring, I couldn't resist but indulge in a display of my newfound strength. My arms rose, and I flexed, watching the muscles swell and contract with each movement under my control. I smelled the musk emitting from my body which a so erotic I could only imagine in my dreams. The feeling of power coursing through me was intoxicating, and I could hardly believe that this was now my reality.
As the initial shock subsided, I noticed I was sporting a full raging hardon visible through my shorts. I started rubbing it with one hand and the other hand feeling my pecs and abs. I could only moan softly as intense pleasure hit me as I stroked my rock-hard cock.
Amir in my old body looking equally confused but also slightly amused. It seemed he was enjoying the situation too. With a cocky grin, I decided to make the most of this incredible opportunity. I reached out to Amir, now in my body, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer. Our eyes met, and in that instant, I pushed him down towards my crotch. He kneeled and pressed his face deep into my crotch, feeling dampness and the sweat of my balls. he rubbed his nose along the bulge of my cock. as he reached the top I pushed the waistband down and pulled my raging cock and plunged it into his mouth. I could almost feel the sensations running through my body as he kept sucking my monster of a cock. I kept face fucking him until I couldn't resist myself and I closed my eyes and moaned with each wave of pleasure as I unleashed torrents of cum in his throat. As my orgasm resided I pulled him up and kissed him deep only to have a taste of this body's cum. After that, I said “See you around” and start jogging again.
I don't know how this happens or if this will happen again but I am going to enjoy Amir's body to its fullest.
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Chastity Caged by Coach
This fucking sucks!
Jack's face twisted into a deep frown when Coach Davis delivered the unexpected news that he was benched for the next football match. It wasn't entirely unexpected since Jack had a rough play last match. They've been winning match after match, and ego got into Jack's face. He thought himself invincible when he wasn't. He selfishly hogged the ball, refused to follow Coach Davis's plan, and blamed his teammates when they lost. He had an earful from Coach Davis afterward.
"Jackson Dupont! You are fucking benched, you hear me!?" Coach Davis shouted with a bright, red face. "You are fucking lucky this match won't kick us out of the championship just yet! But you are fucking benched for the next three matches. Use that free time to put your head out of your fucking ass!"
Oakdale University is one, if not the best, producer of top athletes in Canada. It's because of its high-class, state-of-the-art training facilities, former star athlete coaches, and scientifically-backed diet and regiment that ensure players are at their top form. Then there are also their unorthodox punishments to deter players from making a poor performance in their punishments. Unlike other universities, being "benched" meant something different for the star athletes at Oakdale University. It means surrendering control of your body to one of the football coaches. Coincidentally, the coordinator to the head coach happens to be Coach Davis's husband, Ryan.
"Coach, please. It was only one time. Give me another chance?"
"When I said your head is up your ass, I meant that as a metaphor. But is that really the case here? Was your head that pushed inside your ass; you forgot this was your third fucking strike! I was going to swap you with Ryan when we got home, but you've pushed me over the line, Dupont." Coach Davis said. He plucked a sealed button from his pocket and pressed it. A chill from Jack's spine spread throughout his body as the world collapsed until there was only darkness and headaches.
"Ugh…" Jack groaned. His world swirled, and his head felt like a jackhammer pounded on it all night. He seemed to be in one of the campus dorms, but the lack of decoration of a typical college student's dorm meant this was an unused room. There was a calendar and a clock on the wall. It was early in the morning, and a day had passed since Jack lost consciousness. Beside him was a night table that held his phone, a blister pack of Tylenol, biscuits, and a glass of water. Just as he was about to reach for the medicine to stop this throbbing headache, he realized his hand was different. He was a bit paler, and the weight felt strange. It didn't take him long to realize Coach Davis went through with his punishment.
"Dammit!" Jack cursed, his voice deeper and manlier. "This fucking sucks! I'm in Coach Ryan's body."
Jack wasn't the first among his teammates to be punished this way, and he won't probably be the last. Come to think of it, Coach Davis has been doling out these punishments since the season began when he and Coach Ryan started dating. There might be a hidden agenda to these punishments, but it wasn't entirely unfounded considering Jack's poor sportsmanship yesterday.
And besides, punishments were supposed to be terrible to prevent you from doing something unsatisfactory in the future. Being in coach Ryan's body was everything opposite of a punishment. He now had his thick, fucking muscles born from the years of being the top football athlete of his batch. This was his goal body, to be as stocky but agile still. And Coach Davis gave it to him freely. This wasn't a punishment. Those idiotic teammates who survived Coach Davis fucking lied! And to make things better, he hoped whatever meat lay hidden underneath these covers would make that yesterday's shitty play worth it. Hell! He could already feel it. It's so fucking tight and moist down there. Jack grabbed the edge of the covers and flipped it.
"Goddamn it!" Jack cursed. The reason why it was tight down there was because there was a fucking chastity cage locking his thick cock! It's locked tight, and it doesn't even conform to his hardening rod. "This fucking sucks!"
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Drew
Si normalmente me gusta vivir nuevas experiencias y hacer cosas emocionantes, pero creo que lo que ha estado pasando es otro nivel, yo en lo personal no creí que algo así fuera posible.
Bueno lleno al inicio de todo, vecino y mi mejor amigo Marcus me invito a una reunión con su familia en la ciudad vecina, dijo que no quería ir pero que como sus padres no podían el iría en representación de toda la familia, así que pensó en llevarme para tener con quien hablar, y saben no lo culpo, en su familia el es el único de su edad, el más cercano sin contar a sus primos menores que el que tenían entre 2 y 5 años es su tío Drew, y le gana con 15 años, al Marcus tener 18 y Drew 33, yo tengo 21, prácticamente crecimos casi como hermanos por lo que decidió que no pasaba nada si yo iba con el.
Al llegar todo parecía normal, una típica reunión familiar, pero luego vi a Drew, no lo había visto en persona, solo lo conocía ya que Marcus me platicaba sobre el, era extraño, algo en su mirada me parecía raro, estaba muy serio y en las fotos y las historias de Marcus el siempre fue un tipo reservado pero ahora se nota a bastante alegre, y no solo yo lo note, Marcus también.
Todo transcurrió como una reunión normal, al caer la noche Marcus estaba borracho y ya que yo no se conducir, tuvimos que pedir a Drew si nos dejaba pasar la noche en su casa, ya que la casa en la que se hizo la reunión era la suya, el acepto pero no se le veía muy convencido como si algo le molestara de que nos quedáramos en la casa, solo que dijo que mañana saldría bastante temprano ya que tenia una junta temprano y que resolver un asunto así que nos dio una llave para cerrar la casa cuando nos fuéramos.
Marcus y yo nos alojamos en la habitación de huéspedes que estaba en el primer piso y Drew se quedó en su habitación en el segundo piso, no se si era porque no estoy acostumbrado a dormir fuera pero no podía conciliar el sueño, vi el reloj y ya eran las 5:24 de la mañana luego vi a Marcus quien estaba profundamente dormido, en eso escuché un ruido, como si bajaran las escaleras, y escuché pasos acercarse a la habitación, entonces cerré los ojos y fingí estar dormido, en eso escuché como abrían la puerta cuidadosamente tratando de no hacer ruido para luego la cerrarla de igual forma, la curiosidad me ganó y me levante, siendo lo más silencioso posible me acerqué a la puerta y la abrí un poco solo pata poder ver que pasaba afuera.
Vi como Drew saco una especie de un frasco de un cajón y luego lo puso sobre una mesa, después escuche como alguien más bajaba por las escaleras, era un tipo como de unos 22 años, su semblante era como de aburrimiento y leve enojo, después vio a Drew comenzaron a hablar en voz baja.
Drew: Andy que haces?, se supone que deberías esperarme en el cuarto.
Andy: ya lo se pero se hace tarde, mi universidad esta a 3hrs de aquí, mi examen es a 9 y debería estar una hora antes, ya se te hizo tarde.
Drew: ey, espera un poco, la culpa de la hora es tuya, dejaste mi cuerpo hace como 20 minutos, a pesar que te dije que decías abandonarlo por lo menos a las 3:00am para hacer el cambio ya que no pasara esto.
Vi como el tipo que al parecer se llama Andy miro el fresco y frunció el seño.
Andy: bueno, como sea toma.
Saco lo que creo era otro frasco, este era demasiado pequeño a grado que me atrevería a decir que media como 3 cm y por lo mismo no lo lograba percibir bien, pero note que estaba vacío, luego Drew tomó el frasco grande y con un gotero lleno el frasco chico.
Drew: Vamos a arriba, pero recuerda, cuando entre en tu cuerpo no te asustes, si te desconectaras de tus sentidos y los recuperaras al despertar, y te dejare mañana en la noche.
Andy: y se mejor solo haces mi examen y me dejas.
Drew: respeta el trato, yo te deje pasar 2 días en mi cuerpo para que fueras a mi reunión familiar a cambio de que fueras a esas citas medicas por mi ya que no me gustan los hospitales y yo hacía tu examen vale el 90% de la calificación final ya que al ser yo tu tutor extraescolar domino el tema como la palma de mi mano, pero me dejabas usar tu cuerpo el mismo tiempo que tu usaras el mío y eso fue 2 días así que ocupo las llaves de tu departamento me quedare ahí en la noche.
Andy: pero si algo sale mal, y ya no...
Drew: nada saldrá mal, el tipo que nos vendió esto dijo claramente toma un poco para salir de tu cuerpo y repítelo para salir del cuerpo de otro, y al igual que hace rato los 2 saldremos del cuerpo, solo que ahora cada quien regresa a su cuerpo original, además si hablamos, aunque se susurrando así de bajo, podemos despertar a Marcus y a Connor.
Note que Andy iba a voltear a ver en dirección de la puerta en la que estaba espiando, hacia que me aparte y escuché como cerraron un cajón, y comenzaban a subir las escaleras.
La curiosidad de lo que pasaba me mataba, así que salí del cuarto y son hacer ruido los seguí, vi como entraba al cuarto de Drew, dejaron la puerta abierta así que pude observar todo desde el baño que estaba frente a la habitación de Drew, pero de nueva cuenta observe con la puerta entrecerrada y con la luz apagada.
Drew: muy bien Andy, ocupo que te relajes por completo para hacer todo más rápido, si tratas de mantenerte consiente o cualquier cosa solo logras que perdamos más tiempo.
Andy: y si mejor hacemos un intercambio?
Drew: sabes que no se puede en estas circunstancias, si quiero pasar desapercibido como tu, necesitamos que tu alma se quede en tu cuerpo.
Andy: pero de todas formas cuando entres me voy a quedar inconsciente no?
Drew: si, pero aquel tipo dijo solo con el propietario original adentro puedo acceder a tus vivencias y recuerdos, no queremos que al estar en tu cuerpo cometa algo que afecte tu vida personal o algo de que arrepentirnos por yo no estar consiente de todo.
Andy se acostó en el piso, Drew con la lámpara de su celular se iluminó para ver la medida del mini frasco tomo la mitad, luego dejo el mini frasco arriba de una cajonera junto a la cama, el se comenzaba a tambalear y re recostó en la cama, pude ver como de su interior comenzaba a retorcerse levemente, esto me asusto pero lo que más me sorprendió fue lo que paso después, se dejaba ver un ligero humo levemente brillante que luego se junto en una especie de silueta humanidad que se avalado sobre el cuerpo de Andy, este humo atravesó su ropa y se filtro dentro de el, luego el cuerpo de Andy se comenzó a retorcer pero al terminar, note como sus ojos se habrían, el se estiro, se vio al espejo y entonces note como volteaba al baño.
No sabia si me había descubierto, pero aprovechando que fue a revisar el cuerpo inmóvil de Drew salí del baño cuando el estaba espaldas a mi, baje y fui al cuarto de invitados, en el que estaba Marcus, cerré la puerta con cuidado, me acosté y fingí dormir.
Después de los 37 segundos más largos de mi vida escuché como pasos se acercaban al cuarto, abrían la puerta y luego de un minuto la puerta se cerro, se escucho un ligero suspiro de alivio del otro lado de la puerta, me acerqué y escuché a Andy decir, menos mal sol oque mi imaginación, luego se escucho como cerraban la puerta de la entrada de la casa, salí del cuarto y me acerqué a la ventana de enfrente, miré por una de las orillas como Andy se subía a un carro y se iba del lugar.
En eso recordé que Drew estaba arriba, o por lo menos su cuerpo, no estaba seguro, aún estaba sin poder procesar todo lo que paso, subí al piso de arriba, abrí el cuarto que estaba cerrado y su cuerpo no estaba en la cama, me asuste pero entonces entré, observe como una chamarra que no estaba tapaba algo bajo la cama, eran los pies de Drew, me asome y lo vi sin moverse, su cuerpo estaba inconsciente, en un acto que puede ser o muy tonto o muy valiente, lo saqué y sacudí un poco pero no hubo respuesta, luego tome su brazo lo levante y lo deje caer, sin duda no había nada dentro de este tipo.
Desvíe mi mirada al mini frasco y por mi mente paso una idea loca, pensé despertar a Marcus y contarle para probar ese extraño líquido, baje y volví a llenar el mini frasco ya que no sabia la cantidad tenía un propósito.
Al llegar al piso de abajo vi como Marcus seguía dormido, entonces pensé en que seria mejor no despertarlo, además no sabría como reaccionaria al cuerpo inconsciente de su tío y si creería todo lo que le dije.
Así que tome mi celular y la mochila donde traía mi cambio de ropa por si se necesitaba.
Subí al cuarto de Drew puse seguro, y tome el liquido, sentí como todo daba vueltas así que me senté en el piso y de pronto mi vida se nubló solo para recuperarse, pero ahora estaba flotando, vi mi cuerpo inerte en el piso y al otro lado de la habitación al cuerpo de Drew, flote hacia el piso de abajo atravesando el piso, y luego fui al cuarto de Marcus, el seguía dormido, así que podría seguir con mi idea, regrese al cuarto de Drew, y me abalancé en su cuerpo.
Sentí como al entrar una sensación cálida me envolvía para luego sentir un escalofrío, que me hizo retorcerse levemente, cuando me levante me sentía extraño, tome aire y trate de mantener el equilibrio, Drew era más alto que yo así que me tomo unos momentos recuperar el equilibrio.
Me mire al espejo y no podía creerlo todavía, era Drew en el reflejo, vi la hora y eran la 5:08 am así que faltaban casi 4hrs para que la alarma de Marcus sonará, así que me decidí a explorar el cuerpo que actualmente llevaba puesto, me quite la ropa poco a poco y a la vez me veía en el espejo. No sé si fue el echo que Drew era un tipo en forma y guapo, o las hormonas y la adrenalina de mi adquirir este cuerpo, pero me comencé a poner duro, comencé tocando con miedo pero con el pasar del momento, terminé recibiendo la mejor masturbación que había sentido, pero este cuerpo quería más, así que observe mi cuerpo en el piso, lo subí a la cama y comencé a usarlo para complacer el cuerpo de Drew, hasta que reaccione, no sabia si el ruido habría despertado a Marcus, así que me bestia con la ropa que tenía Drew antes, baje y para mi fortuna el seguía dormido, ya eran las 6:42 así que tome mi celular y le mande un mensaje al celular de Marcus.
Bro, tengo que irme, no había visto que en el grupo de la uni comunicaron que habían adelantado un examen para hoy a las 8:00 am, en vez de pasado mañana a las 11:00am como estaba planeado antes, así que no te puedo esperar, vi a Drew ya despierto cuando salí del cuarto y se ofreció a llevarme a la parada de camiones ya que le quedaba de paso.
Tome una ducha, escondí mi cuerpo bajo la cama, me puse ropa formal y baje justo antes de que sonará la alarma de Marcus, salí de la casa sin cerrar la puerta estuve esperando ha que el saliera pero no salió hasta casi las 9: 40, entonces fingí que estaba regresando a la casa.
Marcus me vio y me saludo.
Marcus: Hola tío Drew.
Connor: ey, que tal dormilón.
Marcus: pues tengo resaca y ahora tengo que irme solo de regreso.
Connor: si tu amigo me dijo de su examen.
Marcus: si es raro, el nunca deja eso por alto.
Connor: lo hubieras visto, estaba muy preocupado por llegar a tiempo, el te iba a despertar para que se fueran, pero ayer tomaste tanto que le dije que no era bueno que se fueran así, por eso lo lleve a la parada de camiones.
Marcus: gracias por eso Tío.
Connor: Solo espero que no se repita por poco pierdo mi turno.
Marcus: descuide, ya no vuelve a pasar.
Connor: quieres almorzar y tomar algo para tu resaca?
Marcus: si tío, muchas gracias.
Hice un almuerzo ya que quería despistar un poco que no era el verdadero Drew, además así le daba algo de comer y que los analgésicos hicieran efecto. Fue algo bueno que el estuviera así, tuve al excusa de que no habláramos mucho, ya que Drew tenia razón cuando dijo a Andy que no tendría sus recuerdos si el no estaba en su cuerpo, y ahora yo finjo ser este hombre sin idea ni conocimiento de el en absoluto.
Una vez Marcus me devolvió las llaves que le dio ayer Andy fingiendo ser Drew, se fue y yo me quite parte de la ropa para prepararme para disfrutar nuevamente de mi tiempo como Drew, después de todo solo tenía hasta mañana temprano para sacarle el mayor provecho a este cuerpo antes de que el dueño original llegara y no quería que me atrapara.
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