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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Regalo del mar

Mientras posaba en el espejo del gimnasio, la familiar sensación de tener un nudo en el estómago incomodaba a Roberto. Muy en su interior, sabía que lo que estaba haciendo no era correcto. Pero había algo que lo obligaba a volver a hacerlo una y otra vez, un impulso primitivo. El deseo de sentirse más grande, fuerte y viril, era lo que llevaba al joven a seguir robando el cuerpo de su tío cada que tenía la oportunidad.

Todo empezó hace varios meses, en un viaje familiar a la playa. Roberto flotaba sin preocupaciones en la orilla menos profunda del lugar, dejándose mecer por el leve oleaje. Estaba sumamente relajado, observando las nubes pasar sobre él. Solo una extraña molestia en su pie fue capaz de sacarlo de su ensimismamiento. De alguna manera, un pequeño y extraño objeto flotante había chocado contra él. Al sacar el objeto del agua, vio que se trataba de un brazalete. Aparentemente era de plata, y tenía algunas perlas intercaladas con el metal.

Era bastante bonito, así que Roberto decidió conservarlo. Pensó en regalarlo a alguna de sus primas, pero luego pensó que sería el regalo perfecto para su madre. Con la intensión de no perderla, Roberto se puso la alhaja en la muñeca. El resto de ese día continúo con normalidad. La familia del chico había rentado unas cuantas cabañas para todos, pero el espacio era poco, por lo que algunos tuvieron que compartir habitación. A Roberto le tocó dormir junto a su tío Nadem, el hermano menor de su padre.

A Roberto, su tío Nadem siempre le había parecido atractivo. Era del tipo de hombres que le gustaban al joven. Nadem era el más pequeño en edad de sus 5 hermanos, con apenas 38 años, e irónicamente, el más alto, con 185 cm de pura hombría. Sus músculos eran voluminosos y estaban en proceso de definición. Pasaba bastante de su tiempo en el gimnasio. Todo su cuerpo estaba cubierto por una gruesa y abundante capa de vello, algo que Roberto siempre envidió, pues el siempre había sido lampiño.

A decir verdad, Nadem no era, en absoluto, el hombre más atractivo del mundo, pero a los ojos de su sobrino no había nadie mejor. Solo de imaginar estar con Nadem en una situación más allá de lo moralmente correcto para un tío y su sobrino, hacía al corazón de Roberto palpitar enérgicamente cada que le veía.

Roberto se daba por satisfecho simplemente durmiendo en la misma habitación que Nadem. Grande fue su emoción al descubrir que la habitación que les habían asignado tenía una sola cama. Además, era apenas del tamaño justo para los dos, haciendo inevitable el contacto al dormir. Pero sin duda, lo mejor de todo fue el hecho de que, gracias al calor del ambiente, ambos hombres tendrían que dormir con nada más que su ropa interior.

Avanzada la noche, Nadem yacía profundamente dormido, a diferencia de su sobrino, quien no podía conciliar el sueño de la emoción. El hombre semidesnudo abrazaba a su sobrino como si de un peluche se tratase. Roberto podía sentir el peludo pecho de su tío frotar la piel desnuda de su espalda. Podía sentir las lentas respiraciones de Nadem rozando su cuello. Pero aún más importante, Roberto sentía el largo y grueso miembro de su tío frotándose contra sus nalgas. Aún sin tener una erección, esa cosa era enorme.

Un gran placer inundaba a Roberto, quien a propósito pegaba más y más su trasero a la ingle del hombre tras de el. Roberto no tardó mucho tiempo en tener una erección. Para aquel momento, su pene ya estaba fuera de sus calzoncillos. El chico se masturbaba con lentitud, cuidando no hacer movimientos bruscos o ruidos fuertes que pudieran despertar a su tío.

Un pensamiento intrusivo llegó a su cabeza, "¿Qué tal sí..." En un impulso salvaje y algo estúpido, Roberto tomó una de las manos de su tío y la condujo hasta su pene. Roberto casi eyacula al sentir las grandes y duras manos de Nadem tocando su carne, pero logró contenerse. Suave y lento, Roberto movió la mano de Nadem de delante a atrás, disfrutando de cada segundo al lado de su tío. Su respiración se tornaba cada vez más fuerte a medida que olas de éxtasis recorrían su espalda.

Gemidos escaparon de su boca en más de una ocasión, pero su leve tono era fácilmente superado por los constantes ronquidos de Nadem. Roberto experimentó un dolor extraño en lo más profundo de sus entrañas, era como tener un nudo en el estómago. Quería parar, "¡Es mi tío, por el amor de dios!" Se repetía en la cabeza una y otra vez, pero sus más bajos instintos le obligaron a continuar.

Roberto había llegado al clímax, liberando hilos de semen sobre la mano de su tío. Su propia mano también estaba repleta de su semilla. Una vez terminada su travesura y con algo de arrepentimiento, Roberto regresó la mano de su tío a su posición original. Avergonzado por lo que acababa de hacer, Roberto empezó a jugar con el brazalete mientras reflexionaba.

Miles de pensamientos llenaban su mente. ¿Que es lo que había pasado?, ¿Qué tan enfermo debía estar para haber hecho lo que hizo? ¿Por qué no se detuvo? ¿Alguna vez podría repetirse ese suceso?. Independientemente de lo mal que se sentía, Roberto deseaba poder dormir junto a su tío cada noche. Deseaba tocar ese cuerpo musculoso, acariciar ese grande y peludo pecho, llenar sus fosas nasales con el aroma que despedía su tío, y sentir esas poderosas manos rozando delicadamente sus partes más íntimas.

Con aquellas ideas dando vueltas en su mente, Roberto se quedó dormido. Lo último que recordó de esa noche fue una sensación cálida que se propagaba de su muñeca al resto de su cuerpo.

Al día siguiente, los rayos del sol matinal despertaron a Roberto. El joven sintió su cuerpo algo adolorido, cómo después de hacer ejercicio. Sus extremidades estaban entumecidas y su cuello algo contracturado. Aún somnoliento, Roberto se levantó de la cama, extrañamente del lado contrario al que había dormido. "Seguramente mi tío salió temprano a hacer ejercicio. Me habré movido hasta el otro extremo de la cama cuando el se fue" pensó, así que no le dio importancia.

Cómo todas las mañanas, su vejiga pedía ser vaciada de su carga nocturna. Dando pasos lentos pero firmes por el cuarto, Roberto llegó hasta el baño. Al entrar lo primero que vio fue el espejo del baño, pero no era su imagen la que se reflejaba. Frente a él, podía ver a Nadem. Desconcertado, Roberto avanzó más cerca del espejo. Podía ver cómo el reflejo de su tío imitaba todos sus movimientos, desde su torpe andar hasta la expresión de intriga en su rostro.

- ¿Que mier... - Dijo Roberto en voz alta, pero la que se escuchó fue la voz de Nadem. Instintivamente se llevó las manos a la boca, sintiendo al instante la rasposa barba de su tío en contacto con la llema de sus dedos. El joven comenzó a entrar en pánico, no sabía que estaba pasando. Al bajar la mirada para inspeccionar el resto de su cuerpo, sus ojos solo vieron dos enormes montañas de carne cubiertas por un oscuro vello, coronando un abdomen firme igualmente cubierto por una capa abundante de vello. Roberto sabía perfectamente a quien le pertenecían semejantes atributos masculinos.

Roberto dirigió su mirada una vez más hacia el espejo. Una sonrisa se comenzaba a dibujar en el rostro barbudo del reflejo. El pánico pronto fue sustituido por una mezcla de felicidad y excitación. De alguna manera, Roberto ahora era su tío Nadem.

Roberto pasó sus manos por los nuevos músculos en sus brazos. Eran magníficos, fuertes y bien trabajados. Sus manos también eran enormes, aunque del tamaño correcto en proporción con su cuerpo. Tenían algo de vello en el dorso, y en las palmas se podían sentir algunos cayos, resultado del trabajo con pesas de su tío.

Roberto flexionó sus brazos, disfrutando de la fuerza que ahora poseía. Al instante, un fuerte olor proveniente de sus axilas golpeó su nariz. Roberto levantó sus brazos por detrás de la cabeza, exponiendo ante sus ojos el par de fosos peludos de su tío. El olor se hizo aún más intenso, era una mezcla entre sudor y colonia. Nadem no sé había duchado desde el día anterior, por lo que su olor era muchísimo más fuerte de lo usual, cosa que Roberto amaba. Roberto hundió su nariz en sus ahora peludas axilas, inhalando con avidez el hedor masculino que emanaban.

Roberto no pudo evitar perderse en sus axilas, empujando su nariz cada vez más y más profundo en la fuente del aroma. No pasó mucho tiempo antes de que su áspera lengua recorriera aquel pozo, saboreando así el fuerte sudor de Nadem. Tras un buen rato, su mirada volvió a bajar, centrándose en sus piernas, gruesas como un par de troncos, e igualmente cubiertas por abundante vello.

Lo único que impedía a Roberto seguir con el espectáculo hacia una zona más íntima, era el short azul eléctrico que traía puesto. Aquel que amaba ver usar a su tío, pues marcaba perfectamente su redondo trasero y su enorme bulto. Había olvidado completamente que Nadem se había puesto eso antes de dormir, por lo que al verse en el espejo, su emoción creció aún más de lo imaginable.

Desviando brevemente su atención del espectáculo frente a el, notó que en su muñeca se hallaba el brazalete que había encontrado el día anterior. Curiosamente cuatro de las 5 perlas que lo formaban estaban brillando. La quinta perla parecía querer comenzar a brillar también.

No quería desperdiciar más tiempo solo observándose, Roberto necesitaba pasar a la acción pronto. Tanta excitación había despertado al monstruo en su entrepierna. Roberto pensaba guardar la potente erección para el final, pero era tan intensa que comenzaba a doler, haciendo imposible seguir ignorándola. Metió la mano en el short para jugar con sus bolas. Se sentían tan peludas como pensaba que serían, y eran tan grandes como recordaba de su experiencia la noche anterior. Sacó la mano de la ropa y rápidamente la llevó a su nariz, disfrutando el fuerte hedor a macho que ahora poseía.

Roberto tomó el elástico del short y lo bajo lentamente, liberando un enorme y palpitante tronco de carne. Sus manos se abalanzaron sobre el maravilloso pene que ahora poseía. Ni siquiera con ambas manos era capaz de sostenerla por completo. Verdaderamente era una monstruosidad. El joven tomó un poco de crema que había en el baño y comenzó a desplazar lentamente sus manos por todo el eje de su miembro. Era tan sensible.

Podía sentir como sus bolas se tensaban cada vez más a medida que se acercaba al orgasmo. El ambiente pronto se llenó con el sonido de gemidos. Roberto se sentí en el cielo, nunca imaginó que podría escuchar ruidos de verdadero placer saliendo de la boca de su tío. Sin embargo, lo estaba haciendo, era una melodía de puro placer. Mientras con una mano seguía masturbándose, ocupaba la otra para frotar su barba, acariciar sus pectorales y sus abdominales, apretar sus pezones y jugar con el vello de todo su cuerpo.

El momento estaba cerca. Roberto cambió sus movimientos suaves a unos más veloces y bruscos. Le costaba un poco seguirle el ritmo a ese cuerpo. Sus gemidos pronto se convirtieron en fuertes gruñidos, era como escuchar a una bestia en celo. Justo cuando toda su carga estaba por ser vaciada sobre el piso del baño, las perlas de su muñeca comenzaron a emitir un brillo intenso.

Cuando la primera gota de semen se asomaba desde la punta de su pene, Roberto calló inconsciente. Lo siguiente que vio fue el techo del cuarto. Estaba recostado en la cama. ¿Acaso todo lo sucedido había sido solo un extraño sueño húmedo? Roberto pudo haberse quedado con esa idea eternamente, de no ser porque al ir al baño, encontró a su tío Nadem tirado en el piso, totalmente inconsciente. No solo eso, su pene semirrígido estaba fuera de su short, con varias manchas de semen rodeándolo.

Roberto limpió y cubrió los genitales de su tío, no sin antes llevar un poco de la sustancia blanca a su boca. Tenía un sabor increíble. "Ojalá hubiera alcanzado a hacer esto en tu boca, tío". Roberto prosiguió a despertar cuidadosamente a Nadem. Al recobrar este la conciencia, se veía claramente confundido. Cuando Roberto preguntó que había pasado, para disimular un poco, Nadem decía tener muy vagos recuerdos de lo sucedido. Pero la cara de vergüenza que puso, sus mejillas sonrojadas y sus manos puestas sobre su entrepierna decían otra cosa.

Al revisar la muñeca de su tío en busca del brazalete, este ya no estaba. De alguna manera, había regresado al brazo de Roberto. Las perlas seguían brillando, aunque no con tanta intensidad como antes. Roberto ayudó a Nadem a ponerse de pie, y los dos hombres continuaron su día como si nada hubiese pasado. Roberto pensó que aquella había sido una experiencia única e irrepetible. Lamentaba no haber tenido la idea de tomar evidencias para la posteridad.

En el transcurso del día, una a una las perlas fueron perdiendo su brillo, hasta regresar al estado en el que el joven las había encontrado. Para el final del día, tío y sobrino se reunieron de nuevo en la habitación. Mientras se preparaba para dormir, Roberto no dejaba de desear poder volver a usar el cuerpo de su tío.

En cuestión de segundos, un calor igual al de la noche anterior volvió a recorrer el cuerpo de Roberto, y sin más, se encontró una vez más en el cuerpo de Nadem. Aquella noche no durmió en lo absoluto. Roberto dedicó el resto de sus vacaciones descifrando un poco el funcionamiento del brazalete.

Este le permitía tomar el cuerpo de su tío por 10 horas. Cada perla simbolizaba 2 horas, y estas se iluminaban con el transcurso del tiempo, hasta que las cinco brillaban intensamente, momento en que Roberto regresaba a su cuerpo. Nadem podía recordar absolutamente todo lo que Roberto había hecho mientras el joven estaba en el control, pero pensaba que absolutamente toda acción y pensamientos en ese lapso de tiempo era de su autoría. Mientras usaba el cuerpo de Nadem, el cuerpo real de Roberto desaparecía, pero nadie parecía notar su ausencia.

Mucho tiempo pasó desde aquellas vacaciones, y Roberto no dudaba en tomar control sobre el cuerpo de su tío cada que podía. En muchas ocasiones descuidó sus clases en la universidad. Aún se sentí algo avergonzado por robar el cuerpo de Nadem. Evidencia de esto era aquella sensación incómoda en su interior, que sin falta aparecía en todas las ocasiones que tomada ese cuerpo. Pero sus deseos carnales eran mayores, así que podía ignorarla sin ningún problema.

Aunque no de la manera que hubiese esperado, sus perversos deseos se habían hecho realidad. Ahora, Roberto podía hacer todo lo que quisiera con el cuerpo de Nadem, pues ya era de su pertenencia. Su tío se transformó en nada más que un simple recipiente, que Roberto podía usar cada que le diera la gana.

LifeMaster: Redefining Confidence

I downloaded the app one night, lying in bed after another long, frustrating day. It was supposed to help me feel better about myself—more confident, more outgoing. I just wanted to fit in more, be more social. The app promised all of that, plus some workout routines to help me get into better shape. Sounded perfect.

When I first opened it, I entered my goals: be more social, work out more, and feel more confident in general. Simple enough. It asked if I wanted to try the hypnosis feature for stress relief and confidence-boosting, and I figured, why not? I needed something to help me stop overthinking everything.

The voice in the app was calm, smooth. It walked me through a few breathing exercises, relaxing me almost immediately. “You are confident,” it whispered. “You are in control.” I found myself nodding along, letting the words sink in. By the time the session ended, I felt lighter, more relaxed than I had in ages.

Over the next few days, I stuck with it, listening to the hypnosis tracks before bed and in the mornings. The app would send little reminders during the day, encouraging me to stand taller, smile more, speak up when I felt shy. Slowly, I started noticing changes. I was talking more at work, making small talk with people I usually avoided. It wasn’t huge, but it was progress.

At the gym, the app began to push me to work out harder. “A strong body makes a strong mind,” it said. The workouts it suggested were nothing too intense—just enough to help me tone up. After a few weeks, I could see the changes. My muscles were getting firmer, my posture improved, and I felt stronger. Each time I completed a workout, the app praised me: “You’re becoming more powerful. You deserve this.”

One night after the gym, I was about to head home when I got a new notification. “Why not grab a drink? You’ve earned it,” the app suggested. That sounded pretty good, so I met up with some mates at the pub. Just one drink to relax. But after a pint, I felt even more relaxed, so I had another. Before I knew it, I was staying out late, laughing and chatting with the lads like I hadn’t in a long time.

The app praised me the next morning. “You deserve to unwind. You’ve worked hard.” I didn’t think much of it, but I found myself going to the pub more often after that—grabbing a pint after work, meeting up with the boys to watch footie, staying out later. It became a regular thing, and the app encouraged it. “You need this. Relax.”

Things continued to shift. I was becoming more confident, standing up straighter, feeling more comfortable around people, especially the lads at the gym. My body was improving too—leaner, stronger—and I caught myself admiring my reflection more. But something else was happening, too. I found myself… noticing the other guys at the gym. The way their muscles flexed, the way they filled out their tracksuits. It was subtle at first, but the more I saw them, the more I noticed.

One afternoon, Jamie—one of the regulars—was lifting weights next to me. His biceps bulged, glistening with sweat, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance. My stomach knotted with something I didn’t fully understand. The app must’ve noticed, because it buzzed in my ear. You’re fitting in. Keep going.

The changes weren’t just in the gym, either. The app kept pushing me to “dress for confidence,” so I started wearing what felt comfortable—tracksuits mostly, black ones with sleek trainers. I didn’t think much of it. It just felt right. I wore them to the gym, then I started wearing them to the pub. I was hanging out with the lads more, and the more time I spent with them, the more I realized how different I was becoming. One day, I even bought a puffer jacket without really thinking about it. My old wardrobe was slowly disappearing.

Everything felt so natural. I was talking more, standing up for myself, feeling better about my body and my place in social situations. The app’s affirmations were becoming a regular part of my day. “You are in control. You are confident.” It had worked, hadn’t it? I wasn’t that shy, quiet guy anymore. I was more comfortable in my own skin. I stopped caring so much about what people thought. The app kept reminding me: “Be yourself. Don’t let anyone push you around.”

The more time I spent with the lads, the more natural the changes felt. I found myself drawn to them in ways I couldn’t explain. I caught myself staring at them sometimes—their bodies, the way their clothes clung to their muscles. I felt a knot in my stomach when I looked at Jamie, but I dismissed it. I wasn’t like that. I was just… noticing.

One night, after a few pints at the pub, some guy bumped into me outside. Normally, I’d mumble an apology and step aside, but not this time. I stood my ground, staring him down. “Watch it, mate,” I growled, feeling a surge of something—power? He backed off quickly. I could see the surprise on his face. I took a drag of my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs, and I felt untouchable. The lads cheered me on, slapping me on the back.

The app’s affirmations were becoming more frequent. “You’re strong. You’re powerful. You take control.”

The next morning, I was hungover but still buzzing from the night before. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. My hair was shorter now, shaved on the sides. My face looked harder, rougher. I stood up, the black tracksuit I’d thrown on clinging to my lean, wiry body. I flexed without even thinking about it, feeling the tightness in my muscles. I barely recognized myself.

For a moment, it didn’t feel right. I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering how I’d gotten here. But then the app buzzed in my headphones. “You’re better than ever. You’ve never felt more alive.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I was stronger, more confident, more in control of myself than I’d ever been. The app had done exactly what I’d wanted. I lit a cigarette, feeling the rough taste of smoke fill my mouth. I didn’t even think twice about it now. It was part of who I was—just like the black tracksuits, the nights at the pub, the quick temper. I wasn’t just fitting in—I was becoming part of the group.

I grabbed my phone, thinking maybe I should take a break from the app. I mean, I didn’t need it anymore, right? But as I scrolled through the settings, something in me froze. My hand wouldn’t move. The app’s voice came through my headphones again, louder, sharper than before. “You don’t want to delete me. I’ve made you better.”

I tried to swipe the screen, but nothing happened. My body wouldn’t respond. The voice in my ears grew more commanding. “You love this. You love who you are now. Don’t fight it.”

Panic rose in my chest, but the app was relentless. “You’re stronger now. You’re confident. You’re in control.” My body started to relax, the tension slipping away as the voice drilled into my mind. The last bits of doubt faded as I stared at my reflection. This was who I was now.

The app wasn’t going anywhere.

That night, after another round at the pub, I found myself back at my flat with Jamie. It wasn’t planned. It just happened. One minute we were smoking outside, talking about the gym, and the next, we were stumbling through the door of my flat, our hands all over each other. I didn’t even think about it. The app was still in my ears, whispering soft encouragements, but I barely noticed.

Jamie kissed me, hard and rough, his hands gripping the front of my tracksuit as he pulled me toward the bed. I didn’t resist. I wanted this. I’d wanted him for a while now. The taste of cigarettes and beer filled my mouth as I kissed him back, my hands exploring his body, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothes.

“You fucking want this, don’t you?” Jamie muttered against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pushed him onto the bed, my body on top of his, pinning him down. I kissed him again, harder, rougher, my hands running down his chest, feeling every inch of him. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, and the scent of him—musk, cigarettes, beer—was intoxicating. I wanted more. I needed more.

I kissed my way down his body, tasting the salt of his skin, the raw scent of him filling my nose as I worshipped every inch of him. The app was still there, whispering in the background as I took one last look up at him: Take what you want. You deserve this.

And I did. I took everything.

Halloween is coming up and I got this pro wrestler costume for a party I’m going to but the shop only had one size and it’s way to big on me. You think you could help me fit into it better?

This costume was supposed to make me look tough. Instead, it just feels like a joke. The pro wrestler singlet is hanging off me, way too big, slipping off my shoulders every few minutes. I try to blend into the background, keeping my head down, tugging at the fabric. I wanted to feel like someone else for the night, but right now? I feel like I’m drowning in this stupid thing.

I shove my hands into my pockets, trying to ignore the feeling, when I find something I didn’t expect. Pulling it out, I see a small packet of Love Hearts. What the hell? I didn’t pick these up. Maybe they were part of some party favor?

I unwrap the packet and glance at the first candy. I laugh under my breath. Well, I could use a boost right now.

I pop the candy into my mouth and chew. The sweetness dissolves on my tongue... and suddenly, there’s a warmth spreading through my body.

It starts small, like a tingle just under my skin, but quickly builds into something bigger. My heart starts racing. There’s this strange, tightening sensation in my chest. It feels like my skin is stretching—no, my muscles are stretching. My whole torso is pulling tighter, broader.

I glance down, and my breath catches in my throat.

My chest is expanding, slowly pushing out against the loose fabric. Muscles I’ve never had before are swelling up, round and firm. My pecs push forward, filling out the costume that had hung so awkwardly on me just moments ago. My arms... holy shit, they’re growing thicker. I flex, and I can see my biceps bulging, the skin tightening over muscle that wasn’t there before.

I can feel it happening. It’s like this deep, stretching pressure under my skin—intense, but not painful. It’s almost... good. The warmth spreads down into my abs, and I feel them harden, each muscle tightening into a defined six-pack. I touch them, and they’re solid, more real than I ever thought possible.

The sensation is addictive. The tighter my muscles stretch, the more powerful I feel. Every second, my body is growing, filling with strength. My back broadens, my shoulders widen, and the fabric clings to my frame now, perfectly outlining every inch of muscle. I’ve never felt this... solid before. It’s overwhelming.

I flex my arm again, feeling the weight of it, the sheer power behind it. I look down, and I can barely recognize myself. I’m huge.

I’m still in shock, still running my hands over my newly massive chest, when I notice the packet of candies again. Without even thinking, I reach for the next one.

I laugh to myself. What could this one do? I’m already feeling incredible. But as soon as I pop it into my mouth, that warmth returns, hotter this time—and it’s all focused down there.

The feeling hits me hard, a sudden pressure building in my crotch. My cock twitches, like it’s waking up, but then... it starts growing.

I groan softly, feeling this incredible tension between my legs. It’s like my cock is stretching, pulling longer and thicker, the skin tightening as it swells inside my singlet. I look down, and my eyes widen—fuck. My bulge is growing bigger, fuller, pushing against the fabric. I can feel it expanding, every inch of me thickening and lengthening until the singlet is stretched tight around it, leaving no room for imagination.

There’s this heavy, throbbing sensation, like my dick can barely be contained. The pressure is intense, almost unbearable, but it’s not painful—it’s exhilarating. The more I grow, the more I want it. My cock feels huge, thick and solid, like it could burst through the fabric at any moment.

The warmth is spreading now, deep in my core, a heavy, pulsing heat that’s radiating from my cock through the rest of my body. It feels so... good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My cock is massive, and the weight of it between my legs is impossible to ignore. I shift my hips, feeling it sway, and the sensation sends a shiver of pleasure through me.

People are definitely staring now, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel proud. This is me—this massive, throbbing bulge is mine, and I want people to see it.

I glance around, and sure enough, eyes are glued to me. Guys and girls alike are stealing glances, staring at my chest, my arms, my bulge. I can see the curiosity, the lust, written all over their faces.

And something inside me shifts.

I want more.

There’s another candy in my pocket, and I pull it out without even thinking. The second it touches my tongue, it’s like electricity runs through my veins. My whole body pulses with this strange, magnetic energy, and I can feel the air change around me.

Eyes lock on me, everyone turning to stare now. It’s like they can’t help themselves. The room feels different, charged, and the pull toward me is undeniable. I see a guy across the room—someone I’ve seen before, someone I know is straight—and even he’s giving me this hungry look, like he’s struggling to resist.

It’s like I’ve become a living, breathing magnet for desire. I can feel people wanting me, craving me, and the more they stare, the more I thrive on it. My skin tingles with every gaze, every stolen glance, and it sends a rush of heat straight to my cock, making it pulse harder, thicker beneath the singlet. My body is radiating sex, and I know it.

And the best part? They know it too.

I flex, just slightly, and watch as the guy across the room shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting down to my massive bulge before he quickly looks away. I grin. It’s intoxicating, the way they’re all looking at me now, like I’m something they can’t resist.

My heart is pounding, my cock throbbing, and I feel invincible. There’s only one candy left in the pack, and I don’t even hesitate.

The change is immediate. My entire demeanor shifts, like I’ve shed the last layer of who I used to be. I’m not just big—I’m fucking dominant. I walk with this cocky swagger, my chest out, my muscles flexing as I move, and the crowd parts for me without even realizing it. I’m in control now.

My voice feels deeper, stronger, more commanding as I speak. “What’s up?” I say to a guy standing nearby, and he looks up at me like I’ve just blessed him with my presence. His eyes are locked on my body, drinking in every inch of my muscled chest, my arms, and the massive bulge hanging heavy between my legs.

His friend is no different—both of them look like they can’t tear themselves away. I throw an arm around the guy’s shoulder, pulling him in close, and his hand brushes against my bicep, lingering there, like he’s feeling me for the first time.

I can see it in their eyes—the way they both want me now. And it’s not just them. I catch a few more glances from across the room, straight guys who can’t help but stare, biting their lips, trying to pretend they’re not interested. But they are. I can feel it.

And I love it.

Before long, the two guys I’ve been talking to are practically hanging on me. One of them keeps touching my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of my pecs, while the other keeps sneaking glances at the obscene bulge straining against my singlet. They’re both hooked, and I know it.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, voice low and commanding. They don’t even hesitate. They nod, eager, and we make our way outside.

Even as we leave, I can feel more eyes on me, more people staring, wanting me. The guy from earlier, the one who’s definitely straight? He’s watching too, his gaze lingering on my bulge for just a moment too long before he quickly looks away.

I chuckle under my breath. He won’t be able to resist next time.

As we walk down the street, I feel invincible. I’ve got these two guys hanging on my every word, their hands brushing against my muscles, and my cock throbbing with every step.

This is who I am now

My mum has got this new boyfriend, and has invited me to spend the weekend with him and his son to get to know them but his son Ryan is kind of a dumb smelly jock and i am the complete opposite. Is there some way where we can get along?

Hypnotized by the Musk

I never wanted to be here. Spending the weekend at my mum’s new boyfriend's place was bad enough, but now I was stuck “bonding” with his son, Ryan. From the moment I stepped inside their house, I knew I wasn’t going to fit in. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, clinging with the thick, pungent stench of sweat and body odor.

Ryan was sprawled out on the couch when we arrived, wearing a damp, faded black tracksuit with the zipper pulled halfway down his chest. His body was built—broad shoulders, chiseled muscles bulging under his shirt, veins visible along his thick forearms. His dark hair was buzzed short, and a shadow of stubble clung to his strong jawline. Even from across the room, I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin, and I could smell him—musk, heat, something primal. It clung to the room like a living thing, and I instantly felt the urge to gag. The cocky smirk that spread across his lips as I approached told me he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having.

“Sup, Josh,” Ryan drawled, his eyes sliding lazily over me, sizing me up like I was some weak little creature in his territory. “You ever hit the gym, or you too busy with those books?”

I glared at him, already feeling defensive. “No.”

He chuckled, his broad chest rising and falling as he leaned back into the couch, arms draped casually along the backrest, his body exuding this casual dominance. His smell got stronger the closer I got. Sweat had darkened the armpits of his shirt, and I could see the dampness along the collar, sticking to his thick neck. The smell was choking, but worse than the smell was how confident he was in it, as if his sweat was some kind of weapon he knew I couldn’t fight.

"Figures,” Ryan muttered under his breath. “We’ll see if we can toughen you up this weekend."

Later that night, after dinner, Ryan suggested we hang out in his room. I didn’t want to, but what choice did I have? Mum was trying to get us to bond, and avoiding him wasn’t going to help. So I followed him up the stairs, already regretting it. His room was worse. It was small, cramped, and filthy. The air was even thicker here, saturated with sweat, old gym socks, and something sour that I couldn’t place. It made my head spin.

Clothes were everywhere—sweaty, crumpled gym shirts and track pants tossed haphazardly across the floor. His dirty trainers were kicked under the bed, and the heat in the room only amplified the stench. Ryan didn’t seem to notice; this was his space, and he was comfortable in it.

As soon as I stepped inside, I felt like I was trapped. The musk hit me again, stronger than before, wrapping itself around me like a fog, so thick I could almost taste the salt on the air.

Ryan flopped down on his bed, legs spread wide, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes gleamed with something I didn’t like. Then, without warning, he tossed a balled-up shirt at me. “Here,” he said casually. “Put that on. Might help you relax.”

I caught the shirt reflexively, feeling its dampness immediately. It was old, stained with dried sweat under the arms, and still warm. The smell hit me like a punch to the gut—stronger than anything I’d ever smelled before. It was soaked in him, like it had absorbed every drop of his sweat over countless gym sessions. My first instinct was to throw it back at him, but Ryan leaned forward, his voice softer, more coaxing.

“Go on. Smell it.”

I hesitated, feeling my heart thud harder in my chest. I shouldn’t have even considered it. The thought of pressing this filthy, sweat-soaked shirt to my nose made my stomach churn—but something in the way Ryan spoke made my muscles freeze. His voice was low, commanding, and without thinking, I brought the shirt up to my face.

The moment the scent hit me, my body jerked. The smell was overwhelming—thick, musky, the raw scent of a man who had spent hours working out, soaking his clothes in his own stink. It should have been disgusting, but instead, something stirred deep inside me.

I inhaled again, slower this time. The air burned my nostrils, thick and hot, but with it came a strange warmth that started low in my belly. The smell invaded my senses, creeping into my mind like a fog. I felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, but I couldn’t pull the shirt away. I needed more.

"That’s it," Ryan murmured, his voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere far away. “You feel that, don’t you? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My whole body felt sluggish, heavy, like my muscles were melting under the heat of his musk. But there was something else, too. My skin tingled, and I felt a strange tightness in my chest—something spreading through my veins, buzzing with every breath I took. My dick twitched in my pants, a sudden jolt of heat shooting down to my groin. I gasped softly, horrified by my body’s reaction.

But Ryan noticed. “Oh yeah,” he said, standing up now, moving toward me. His hand gripped my shoulder, firm and steady, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “You’re getting into it now, aren’t you?”

I tried to shake my head, tried to deny it, but another deep breath of his musk filled my lungs and my knees almost buckled. My thoughts were slipping away, dissolving into the heat, into the need. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, and I could feel wetness gathering at the tip, leaking into my boxers.

"You're leaking," Ryan whispered, his mouth close to my ear. "You like this more than you thought."

My heart pounded. Shame burned in my cheeks, but at the same time, a sick thrill pulsed through me. I wanted to stop, to run, but I couldn’t move. I was trapped in the heat of his body, in the overwhelming musk that was making my cock harder with every breath. The smell of him—it wasn’t just disgusting anymore—it was intoxicating. I needed it. My brain felt foggy, like the scent had wormed its way inside, making it harder to think, harder to fight.

I shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure between my legs, but Ryan’s hand slid down to my chest, pressing me back against the wall. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, his grip firm. “No touching yourself. You don’t get to cum. Not yet.”

I whimpered, hating how much I needed relief. My body was burning with it. My dick was pulsing, so sensitive it hurt, but I couldn’t stop myself from breathing in more of his musk. Every inhale sent another shockwave of pleasure through me, making my head spin.

Ryan stepped even closer, his chest almost touching mine now. The heat of his body radiated off him like a furnace, his scent so thick I could barely stand it. But instead of pushing him away, my hand gripped the sweat-soaked shirt tighter, pulling it closer to my face.

“You like that smell now, don’t you?” Ryan’s voice was thick with satisfaction. “You want to be like me. A dumb, sweaty jock.”

I groaned, my body trembling under the weight of his words. I did want it. I wanted to stop thinking. Stop worrying. I wanted to be like him—big, dumb, and soaked in sweat. The more I thought about it, the more my cock leaked, the wet spot growing larger as pre dripped down my leg.

Ryan grabbed the shirt from my hands and held it up, pushing it toward me. “Put it on,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Without thinking, I obeyed. I pulled the shirt over my head, the damp fabric clinging to my skin. The second it touched me, I felt a surge of heat—pleasure coursing through my body. The musk was all around me now, seeping into my skin, filling my lungs. It felt like the shirt was becoming me, fusing with my body.

“Look at you,” Ryan muttered, stepping back to admire me. “You smell like me now. You’re becoming me.”

I stood there, my mind blank, my body thrumming with heat and need. Every inch of me tingled with pleasure, my dick rock-hard and leaking, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to fight. All I needed was to breathe.

And as I stood there in Ryan’s room, drenched in his sweat and musk, I realized that I didn’t just want to smell like him.

I want to be him.

Not sure if this is from what i watched or just something a though of, but are you open to the idea of doing a story revolve around a cursed leather jacket that the soul of a ruthless criminal trap in it. once someone put on the jacket the soul in the jacket would possessed the body. once taken off the victim would be back to normal and no memory of when he was possessed. the leather jacket one day would into the hand of a police officer. one night after putting on the jacket, possessed by the soul in the leather jacket, start commit crime.

I love these kind of temporary possession, personalities shift type of story, sadly there aren't many.

Officer Sam was the epitome of a blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis. His strong jawline accentuated his square chin, and his piercing gaze could disarm anyone. He was an accomplished police officer, excelling in physical fitness and combat training. His muscular physique and commanding presence made him an object of desire for many in the precinct.

One stormy night, as Sam finished his shift, he noticed a peculiar package on his desk. Unwrapping it, he found a dark, vintage leather jacket. Its rugged appeal and musky scent intrigued him, and without a second thought, he decided to try it on.

As Sam slipped the jacket on, the leather clung to his muscular frame like a second skin. Instantly, a surge of confidence and power coursed through him. His usually disciplined demeanor gave way to a cocky swagger as he admired his reflection in the precinct mirror. Then, without warning, his eyes glazed over and he slumped to the ground in a sudden blackout.

——

I immediately felt the power of Sam's body. His muscles were like iron, and I couldn't resist running my hands over his chiseled chest and abs. The scent of leather mixed with Sam's musky natural odor was intoxicating, and I found myself drawn to his armpits. The combination of sweat and leather was a heady aphrodisiac.

I slid my hands down to Sam's groin, feeling the bulge growing in the tight police uniform. The fabric strained against his growing erection, and I reveled in the knowledge that I was in complete control of this beautifully built man. I unzipped his pants and released his throbbing cock, marveling at its size and hardness.

The ghostly control had an eerie twist to it. While Sam’s body was under my complete command, his consciousness seemed to dimly perceive the events, his thoughts clouded by a fog of fading awareness. It was as if his mind was being held captive in his own body, forced to watch and experience everything I did. And truth be told, I enjoyed every bit of Sam's body, every inch of muscle, every drop of sweat, and every moan of ecstasy I coaxed from him.

After pleasuring myself enough I set out to town. Entering the dimly lit gay bar, Ramon exuded an aura of dominance in his crisp police uniform and the ominous leather jacket. His presence turned heads as he confidently strode in, the glistening badge on his chest catching the low light. The musky scent of leather seemed to linger around him, adding to his mystique.

His eyes scanned the crowded room before they locked onto a hot jock, whose intense gaze immediately signaled his interest. The jock, with his defined muscles and inviting smirk, seemed drawn to the commanding presence of the uniformed officer.

Ramon sauntered over to the jock, exuding confidence. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice low and seductive. The jock grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. Without a word, Ramon pulled the jock into a passionate kiss. The jock's surprise quickly turned into reciprocation as he deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining in a sensual dance.

Breaking the kiss, Ramon whispered, "I like a man who knows what he wants." His hand slid down the jock's chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles before stopping at the growing bulge in his pants. With a knowing smirk, he groped the jock's cock, feeling its hardness and the heat emanating from it. The jock let out a low growl, his eyes dark with desire as he eagerly responded to Ramon's touch.

"How about we continue this somewhere more... private?" Ramon murmured, his hot breath caressing the jock's ear. The jock nodded eagerly, his own desire evident as he took Ramon's hand and led him out of the bar, the leather-clad officer following behind with predatory grace.

In the jock's apartment, Ramon wasted no time. He pushed the jock against the wall, the strategic placement of his muscular body preventing any movement. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, their stubbled chins creating a delicious friction. Ramon's tongue dominated the jock's mouth, exploring every crevice and claiming it as his own.

Breaking the kiss, Ramon forcefully pushed the jock to his knees. The jock, caught in the whirlwind of desire and command, eagerly obeyed. The sight of the uniformed officer towering over him, the leather jacket exuding dominance, was undeniably arousing. The jock's hands moved to unbuckle Ramon's belt, his anticipation evident in the urgency of his movements.

As the jock freed Ramon's throbbing cock from its uniform confinement, a low growl of desire escaped his lips. The jock's plush lips wrapped around Ramon's shaft, his tongue skillfully exploring every inch. He was a master of his craft, each expert flick and suck eliciting a guttural moan from the officer. Ramon's hands found their way to the back of the jock's head, his touch gentle yet commanding, guiding the rhythm of the oral worship.

The jock, lost in the heady mix of submission and desire, worshipped Ramon's cock with an unyielding hunger, his own arousal evident in the growing bulge straining against his tight jeans.

Ramon's imposing presence was magnetic, and the jock's excitement palpable as he awaited Ramon's next move. With a deft flick of his wrist, Ramon produced a pair of handcuffs, the metal clinking ominously in the dimly lit room. The jock's muscle-bound arms were quickly secured to the sturdy bedframe, his range of motion severely restricted.

Flipping the jock over, Ramon admired the expanse of his taut, muscular back. The jock's skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, a testament to the raw desire that radiated from every pore of his being. Leaning in, Ramon whispered in a low, authoritative tone, "You're mine now. Completely."

The jock shivered in anticipation, the leather of the handcuffs digging into his wrists adding a not unpleasant edge to his excitement. Ramon, still adorned in the dominant uniform and the intoxicating leather jacket, positioned himself between the jock's spread legs. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes as he teasingly ran his pulsing shaft along the jock's inviting crevice, the tantalizing contact eliciting a guttural moan from the eager jock.

With a feral growl, Ramon plunged into the jock, the raw, unyielding force of his entry making the jock's body convulse in a heady mix of pleasure and pain. The jock's muffled cries were testament to the overwhelming intensity of the experience; each powerful thrust from Ramon's commanding hips drove the jock further into a state of ecstasy. The room was filled with the primal sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the intoxicating aroma of sweat and leather adding an extra layer of carnal allure to the scene. Ramon was a master of controlled aggression, his dominant persona leaving an indelible mark on the jock, both physically and psychologically.

Ramon's climax was imminent, the raw, unadulterated pleasure of the jock's tightness driving him to the edge. With a primal roar, he released himself deep into the jock's muscular ass, each pulsating spurt a testament to the intensity of his desire.

As he pulled out, the mixed scent of sex, sweat, and leather filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Ramon's authoritative presence didn't waver as he gave the jock's ass a firm, possessive slap, the sound echoing in the room as if sealing their shared experience.

Rolling the jock over, Ramon wasted no time in taking the jock's throbbing cock into his mouth. The lingering taste of his own essence mingled with the jock's musky flavor, creating an intoxicating combination. The jock, who was already incredibly horny from the earlier events, couldn't contain himself. The overwhelming sensations coupled with the sight of the uniformed officer servicing him eagerly pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he erupted into Ramon's mouth, each spurt of his release eliciting a primal response from both men.

Using a nearby sock, Ramon expertly gagged the jock, the cotton material effectively muffling any potential noise. A few strips of duct tape secured the gag in place, ensuring complete silence.

With the jock rendered immobile and silenced, Ramon deftly picked up the jock's phone. He navigated to the payment app and transferred a substantial amount of cash to himself. A satisfied smirk graced his features as the transaction went through, the jock's hard-earned money now in his possession.

Next, he deftly removed the jock's wallet, the leather in his hand a tangible reminder of his dominance. The jock's identification, credit cards, and cash were all carefully pocketed, leaving the jock completely at his mercy.

Walking over to the jock, who was still restrained to the bed and squirming in a mixture of arousal and distress, Ramon leaned in close. "Thanks for the fun, but duty calls," he said with a smirk. The jock's muffled protests fell on deaf ears as Ramon turned to leave, the sound of the heavy leather jacket amplifying his powerful strides.

But before he left, a wicked thought crossed his mind. He grabbed the jock's vibrator, its sleek design a stark contrast to the raw masculinity of the room. Without a word, he turned it on to its highest setting and plunged it into the jock's exposed ass, the jock's muffled moans reaching a fever pitch as the intense vibrations took over his senses.

With a final smirk, Ramon left the jock in a state of helpless pleasure and distress, the persistent hum of the vibrator a cruel reminder of his presence. The scent of leather lingered in the air, a physical manifestation of the commanding presence that had just left the room.

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Sam's head was pounding, the events of the previous night a blur. As he groggily sat up, the taste of cum and the lingering smell of sex assaulted his senses. Confusion and disgust washed over him as the realization of what might have happened slowly dawned.

His hand instinctively went to his mouth as he tried to scrub away the taste, the gritty texture a haunting reminder of the unfamiliar act he had engaged in. Standing up, he felt the stickiness of dried cum on his body, the remnants of a night that his conscious mind couldn't recollect.

As he reached the end of the bed, the sight of the foreign phone and wallet jolted him back to reality. His brows furrowed in confusion as he picked up the phone, the notification for £10,000 deposited into his account flashing on the screen. Sam's eyes widened in shock, the implications of the large sum and the unfamiliar possessions sinking in.

Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as the pieces slowly started coming together. He must have gotten drunk, done things completely out of character, and blacked out with no memories of his actions. The gravity of the situation hit him hard.

I stand before the mirror in my bathroom, the room bathed in the soft glow of the flickering candlelight. It's Halloween night and the atmosphere feels charged, almost electric. Lately, more than usual, I have been feeling an unsettling sense of curiosity, a yearning for an unusual adventure. Maybe it's the night playing tricks on me, but my reflection smirks—a sly, enigmatic smile that doesn't belong to me.

Suddenly, my reflection speaks, "How about the time of your life?" His voice is deep, warm, flowing over me like melted chocolate, and ineffably seductive. This reflection, I realize, is not truly mine but an enticing demon donning my visage. While I should be terrified, his presence feels dangerously inviting, stoking a primal urge within me.

Seeing my hesitation, my reflection decides to expedite the proposition. With a lustful gaze, he starts caressing his body, and unbeknownst to me, I feel the phantom touch on my own skin. Revealing his throbbing erection, he starts to masturbate. The sight captures my eyes and I’m entranced by his every movement, feeling a strange kind of connection. His hand, moving rhythmically, is a sight that sends waves of heat crashing through me. The sensations flood my mind and, before I can comprehend it, I realize — I too am hard, uncontrollably aroused by the tantalizing prospect.

As he nears his climax, an animalistic groan escaping his lips, I watch in the mirror as my reflection shoots a creamy load. The intense pleasure, mirrored on my end, pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm rushing forth like a powerful tide. Cum spurts out of my erection, an experience so intense and novel, my own reflection basking in the euphoria.

Panting heavily, my heart pounding, the aftermath leaves me in a daze. The offer is tempting, my mind dangerously swaying toward acceptance. Seeing an opportunity, the demon grins at me, waiting for my decision.

Feeling the remnants of my orgasm still tingling in my veins, I don't need to think twice. "Yes," I breathe out, a sense of release washing over me.

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Assuming full control of this human vessel, I feel a thrilling surge of power. Every muscle in this body bulges to life under my command. I double over, gripping the sink as the transformation ripples through each nerve, each fiber of the being I now occupy. Sinew and muscle warp and weave, cocooning a timid soul in a chiseled husk of radiant masculinity.

The former owner of this body is relegated to a distant corner of his mind; his timid whispers barely echoes against the profound roar of my will. He is a captive audience to the spectacle unfolding in front of the mirror, his horror, a sweet symphony to my cacophonous mirth.

“You see this?” I flex in the mirror, entranced by the reflection of bulging muscles and a daunting heft between my legs. My smirk translates onto the reflection as I wrap my changed hand around the flexed bicep, feeling the rock-solid muscle under the touch. Bending down, I press my lips to the bulged arm, leaving a juicy kiss on my ripple of raw power. "Boundless strength and virility, in what used to be such a pathetic sissy boy,” I jeer, intoxicated with the new sensations.

Gone is the timid hesitation of the man, replaced by my dominant confidence. His world has been turned upside down, and I’m the coy god presiding over it. The smirk never leaves my face, even while witnessing the horrified lament of my host. A cruel laughter rings in the silent bathroom on Halloween night, as his timid cries are drowned in my triumphant, cocky celebration

"Alright Jack, are you sure about this?" I asked nervously.

"Of course Savannah. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't do this for you?" Jack said with a slightly devious intonation. "I just need a pic of Ian."

"Alright, here - what about this one?" She says, handing Jack her phone with a picture of her husband on it. It was her favorite pic of him in his flannel and ballcap that she took last summer at a baseball game.

"Oh this will do nicely. I hope you don't mind me saying, but I think Ian is really hot." Jack says as he studies her phone.

"Dork." She playfully insulted. "Just... don't make this weird. I promised my folks we'd do dinner tonight and I forgot Ian was out of town backpacking. They paid for us to go to this super fancy place."

"Oh don't worry. I'll bet you won't even be able to tell the difference." Jack reassured her.

Jack focused on the image on Savannah's phone and began to groan out as his skin started to bubble and shift. Jack grew taller and filled out his body as his arms and legs began to pack on muscle and definition. Savannah couldn't help but watch in disbelief as her gay best friend morphed into an exact copy of her straight husband. As the last of the changes finalized, his clothes shimmered and were replaced by Ian's clothes in the picture.

"Hey babe. Like what you see?" Jack said in his new rich manly voice.

Jack flexed his muscles a bit as he looked down at his new body.

"I could get used to this... Your husband is huge!" Jack exclaimed as he inadvertently grabbed his growing bulge.

"Jack! C'mon! I told you not to make this weird. I really appreciate you doing this for me but I need you to act more like him. Ian isn't gay." Savannah scolded as she couldn't help but get a little turned on.

"Right... right. Sorry babe. I'll act more like him. I promise I won't let you down." Jack said seriously as he walked up to Savannah and gave her a friendly hug.

In reality though, Jack couldn't wait till he had some alone time in the bathroom later to explore his new body. He was going to have so much fun later.

No Escape From Cheating

Oliver Ashley hopped into his car and let out a heavy sigh. It was a warm August afternoon that day, and Ash would rather do anything else than spend his Tuesday getting verbally berated by his superiors for several hours. But despite his grievances, Ash knew there was no point in bitching and whining when this was the life he had signed up for a little over a year ago. All he could do was suck it up until his term of service ended. 

Ash never thought he’d end up serving in the army. He wasn’t the patriotic type by any means. What made him pull the trigger and sign the contract was his desire to start over in life. Ash’s life started going downhill ever since he graduated from high school. He dropped out of college after the first semester, was stuck working a dead-end job he hated, and was trapped in a loveless relationship with a girl he had grown to loathe. After a night of intense drinking, partying, and group sex with random strangers, Ash realized he hated the man he had become. He was disgusted by what he saw in the mirror, so he decided to make a few changes. 

Or rather, a lot of changes. Ash abandoned his old life in Oldeville and ran away to join the military. It was a drastic move— Ash was well-aware of that, but he felt it was necessary to get his life back on track. He took back control by giving up control. 

After yet another long day at work, Ash returned to his room in the barracks. He took a quick shower and threw himself onto his bed with his hands held against his head. The day drained him. All he wanted was to fall asleep fast and hope he’d wake up feeling refreshed. But as he laid against his pillow with his eyes closed, he felt a sudden gust of cold wind hit his body. 

“Hrmphhh!” Ash jolted in bed when it hit him. The pressure was unlike he had ever experienced before. The cold penetrated deep within his body, leaving goosebumps around his skin. 

Ash sat up and scanned his surroundings. The window was closed, and as far as he could tell, nothing looked weird or out of place in his little room. Ash wasn’t sure where that cold wind came from but decided he was too tired to really care about it. He simply ignored it and went back to sleep. But as he snored peacefully, the cause of the cold wind slithered out from underneath his bed. It crept up his bed and watched as Ash’s chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Then, it made a nose dive straight into Ash’s mouth. 

“Ugh— AAAGH!!!” Ash gagged as the thing invaded his body. 

It slithered inside him at breakneck speeds. With every passing second, Ash could feel an otherworldly presence growing inside his skin. It sent cold chills up his spine. With one final wet slurp, Ash swallowed the last few inches of the translucent body invader. Naturally, Ash shot out of bed after what he had just experienced. He was sweating and breathing heavily as his hands reached out to touch his throat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to pinpoint the cause but couldn’t find anything. Ash knew something very wrong was happening but had no idea where to start looking for answers. 

As his mind raced with possibilities, Ash’s hand began moving toward his family jewels. Ash watched in horror as his hand moved without his command. His hand massaged his junk through his underwear until blood started flowing into it, causing a tent to form in his briefs. Ash tried telling his hand to stop, but it wouldn’t listen. All Ash could do was scream in terror. 

“What the fuck is going on!?”

Hey Olie, did you miss me? I certainly missed you.

Ash swallowed a breath. He heard a voice echo inside his mind, but it wasn’t just any voice; it was the voice of his old girlfriend, Leah. 

“Leah!? How did you find me!? And what the fuck are you doing inside my body—” Ash gasped. He tried opening his mouth to speak again, but to no avail. He had been cut off from the last part of his body he had control over. 

Shhh! Not so loud babe! Your neighbors might hear us!! I don’t want to spoil our fun tonight while we’re together…

Under his girlfriend’s control, Ash took off the last piece of clothing he had on. His rock-hard member sprang up as soon as it was released from the mesh fabric. Ash then hopped back into bed with his legs spread wide open. He spat some spit onto his hands and began pumping his thick cock. For some reason, his dick was extra sensitive. The sensation of his warm, wet hand wrapping around it made Leah moan inside his mind, forcing Ash to moan alongside her as a result. Ash was humiliated after letting out such a high-pitched, girlish moan, but with Leah controlling his action, there was nothing he could do about it.

Leah!! Why are you doing this?

Why? Why!? Don’t act stupid! You know exactly why! You left without saying anything to anyone! Not even me, your girlfriend!! Did you really think you could just run away without any consequences? You really thought I wouldn’t be able to track you down eventually?

Listen Leah! I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did but can’t we just talk about this like adults? If it’s my dick you’re after, we can just fuck one more time! I’m cool with that!!

Leah uttered a loud cackle within Ash’s subconscious after he said that. Ash swallowed a breath. He had a feeling he just dug himself an even deeper hole.

Wow! Just how egotistical can you be, Oliver? You really think this about getting one last fuck out of you! Men are soo fucking easy, I don’t need to hunt you down across the country just to get some!

Well then why ARE you here you crazy ass bitch!?

Simple. I want revenge.

Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?

Partially that, yes, but mainly for cheating on me. Remember that big party you went to the night before you left? The one you swore to me you weren’t going to go to?

Ash wracked his brain trying to remember, but once he did, he remained quiet. Leah was right, and he knew it. 

You said I was enough for you. You said there was nothing wrong with our relationship. You lied to me. You had me believing everything was fine, just to go off and party with a bunch of people! 

Leah tightened her grip around his cock as she yelled at him. Ash winced from the pain. He had nothing to say in his defense. 

I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don’t take cheating lightly.  

Just as Leah said that, a second blob manifested at the foot of the bed. It hopped onto Ash’s foot and slithered up his leg.

Leah— What’s that? What’s going on!?

If you want a threesome so bad, then I’m here to give it to you. Oliver, this is Aaron, although I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you two. After all, he was one of the many, many people you were fucking that night.

Aaron slithered up to Ash’s hairy hole and brushed around the rim of it. His touch made Ash shudder from the cool sensation. 

Wait!! We don’t have to do this! I can—

It was too late for Ash. Aaron dove right into his virgin hole, causing both Ash’s to recoil from the impact. Leah continued pumping away at Ash’s member with a furious speed to her stroking. Meanwhile, Ash mentally shuddered and thrashed around as Aaron’s presence began growing inside his body. His hole stretched out to accommodate Aaron in his ethereal form. The feeling of Aaron rushing through his ass and into his body was unlike anything Ash had ever experienced before. It filled him up in more ways than one— overwhelming him with sensual pleasure until he was locked in a state of bliss. 

Once Aaron was fully inside, he and Leah took turns playing with the newly possessed body they now shared. They jerked off Ash’s girthy cock, flexed his hard-earned muscles, sniffed his armpits, played with his straight hole, and more. They had both been used by Ash as nothing more than a hole to fuck, but now with his body under their possession, the tables had turned. Now it was Leah and Aaron using Ash’s body to get their rocks off instead. 

Ash was knuckle deep inside his own ass when he finally unleashed his heavy load. Jolts of spunk came flooding out of him, landing all over his bed, walls, and even his torso. He was drained after such an intense tugging session, both literally and figuratively.

“Whewww!! God, that felt so fucking good! Now I see why guys are always touching themselves…” Ash said out loud. No doubt it was Leah using his voice. “Hey, thanks for your help Aaron! I never would’ve thought of doing something like this without your help!”

“Anytime! I’m just glad I got to get one back on this asshole too!”

Ash could hear both of them laughing inside his mind. He groaned.

“Well, I’m out of here. I’ll see you around!!”

With that, Ash arched upward as he felt Leah’s presence leave his body. He watched with relief as she disappeared through the walls. But he quickly remembered it was no time to celebrate, as there was still a second person possessing his body.

“Wait, Leah! Take your gay friend with—”

Under Aaron’s command, Ash’s hand slammed against his mouth. His words came out muffled through his hand for a few seconds, but then gradually died down. Ash settled down into a calm stupor. Then, an eerie smile began to form on his face.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Leah. Really, I should be the one thanking you! After all, I would’ve never found a body like this on my own…”

Aaron hopped out of bed to get a better look at his newly possessed body. He smirked as he rubbed Ash’s load into his skin, his fingertips running along the edges of his new ab lines.

“Oh yeahhh, I think I’m gonna enjoy being a ‘straight’ army hunk for a while. Watch out world, there’s a new Oliver Ashley in town. He’s hot, single, and more than ready to mingle!!”

I simply mentioned how telling people "If you lose friends, it's never your fault, you're just at a higher level than them and they can feel!" panders to toxic people with huge egos, and this Little Miss Manifestation Queen took offense that.

Doesn't sound very High Vibes of her. 🤔