I was sitting alone in the room I’d rented for my special project. Some days ago I got pulled over and should have gotten a speeding ticket. Of course I did this intentionally. I looked out for the cop who was on oatrol that day and drove with 18mph over limit past him. He pulled me over and wanted to give me a speeding ticket. I excused myself that my child was sick and that I had to drive home fast. I gave him a card that he could get some free massages if he would let me go with a warning. Of course He didnt know that this was all a bait. He agreed.
Now waiting in this room I hoped that this hunk would enter. And he finally came.
It already got dark outside but I saw how his police car drove onto the driveway. As he entered with big steps I remembered why I chose him. Standing about 6"4, he was intimidating with his muscular physique, big biceps, broad shoulders, big hands, muscular calves,…
He had this cheeky but nice grin no one could resist. As he entered he looked around.
“Looks like you have nothing to do.”, he said. His deep baritone voice made me shiver.
“My last customer left an hour ago.”, I lied.
He pulled the card out of one of his vest pockets.
“I want to redeem this.”, he said.
He holds it into the air. I acted as if I didnt recognise it from the start.
“Oh yeah, of course.”, I answered. I gestured towards a massage bench. “Which ones do you want?” I handed him a card with multiple kind of massages. He sat down on the bench and reads the card. He chuckled at one point, looked at me and then read further. I bet he read my feet massage.
He handed the card back and looked at me, again with his cheeky smile.
“You know, after such a long day of work, my feet are really tired. And after that I’ll take a back massage.”, he said quiet cocky.
“Good choices. Do you want anything else? Maybe something to drink?”, I said.
He laid down onto the bench, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“I’ll take a glass of water.”
I went into a back room and mixed a sleeping pill into a glass of water and brought it to him. It would make the future process easier. He took and glass and a big sip out of it.
“Do you want me to straighten up the bench?”, I asked. I hoped for a yes so he would see how I’d work on his feet until he was completely servant.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”, he answered.
I pulled up the head part of the bench and sat down at his feet. They looked incredibly massive in those black combat boots. I could no other than letting out a gasp because of it. He chuckled.
“I know I have big feet.”, he said. From this position he looked really nice. What a shame.
I took his left foot in my hand and searched for a zipper but it didnt have one so I untied his laces. It took some time as it was tied really tightly. As I finally managed to pull his first combat boot off by having one hand at the heel and one at the tip, his formerly tucked in pants fell onto his ankle. I wanted so bad to raise his boot to my noise but it had to wait as he was watching. I put it to the ground and as I turned to his ither boot I could finally smell his sweaty feet. It was a real turn on and I was happy that he couldnt see how my dick raised against my pants. I untied his second boot. This time I had to wiggle it a bit more to get it off. He finished his glass water and relaxed.
“Do you want me to keep your socks on?”, I asked. I just wanted to see his bare feet.
“Ehh… keep ‘em on.”, he said. His face looked kind of confused.
“Alright. I always ask customers what they prefer.”, I said. He nodded and leaned back again. I started to massage his left foot. I made sure to hit the spots to make him completely servant. He started to moan silently and closed his eyes. It looked like he enjoyed it. I finished his left foot and took on his right one. He must’ve liked it so much that he started to touch his dick beneath his good looking pants. Good, he’s loaded there too. It showed that my technique started to work. As I finished I took both of his combat boots in my hands. Without opening his eyes he said:“If you’re finished, you can put my boots back on.”
“Well, there is this thing I always wanted to do.”, I said.
He leaned forwards and opened his eyes. He looked incredibly tired. Another proof that it’s working.
“What exactly do you want?”, he asked not so nice anymore.
“It feels so wrong to bribe a cop.”, I said holding a $50 bill. I made a pause. “I’d love to smell your boots and socks.”
“Oh, you’re one of those. I’ve heard of you guys. People who live to smell people’s dirty feet.”, he gestures to hand him the bill. I do so. “Go ahead. Knock yourself put.”, he said, putting the bill away.
I raised his boot to my nose and took a deep breath. His smell overwhelmed me. Such a manly smell. I could imagine just by this smell what he did the whole day with his imposing, good looking body in this sexy uniform. I licked the inside of his boot and he didnt notice it. Next, I rolled up one of leg of his pants till I reached his knee. He wiggled his toes on the yellow tip of his sock. I ran my fingers down his leg until I reached the start of his black otc socks. I pulled it over his muscular calve to his feet and then off of it. I took a deep breath as he said:“Now put 'em back on.”
“Well…”, I pulled out another bill.
“Yeah?”, he didnt seem to be turned off by me.
“Can I lick your sole?”
“Hmm… I’ll do it for twice of that.”, he pointed to the bill. I took out another and handed them over.
I let my tongue slide over his bare foot, from heel to his toes. I started to suck on each toe as his body started to twitch slightly. That was it. It was done.
I stood up, the young cop’s eyes followed.
“Who are you?”, I asked with my firmest voice.
“Police off… I-I’m your boy. Aiden Bradley.”, the cop stammered.
“Good boy.”
I pulled off my shoes and put his combat boots on. They were way too big for me but it still felt great and got my blood pumping through my dick. I tucked my cargo pants in and tied the laces. I walked around the bench so I could stand behind him. I took his police badge and waved it in front of his face. “Looks like you wont need them anymore.”
I started to take off his heavy vest by opening the velcro and the zipper beneath it. I pulled both of his muscular arms out of the vest and put it next to me on the ground.
I opened his heavy equipment belt and put it to the ground. I unzipped his pants to pull his shirt out of it. I started to unbutton it slowly, feeling his chest muscles beneath the tight fitting shirt. I pushed him forwards to pull it off of him. I grabbed him by his breast muscles and pulled himself back towards me. I walked around the bench again.
I started to peel off his other sock. Next I grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him towards me, his calves now hanging in the air. I grabbed his uniform pants und pulled them off of him. I pushed the crotch area against my face and took a deep breath. The sweet smell of cum and sweat filled my nose. I dropped them to admire that beefcake in front of me. Aiden Was just sitting there wearing nothing but a small jockstrap, smiling at me.
“Who’s the boss now?”, I asked with a devilish grin.
“You are.”, he answered.
“Stand up boy.”
He got off of the bench and stood in front of me. He was towering over me by at least 8 inches. Even though I was wearing his boots and he didnt. I ran my fingers over his sweaty abs until I reached his jockstrap. With a quick pull it was laying on his feet. He stepped out of it.
“Now be close to me and strip me off my clothes.”, I ordered and he followed.
He turned me around and pressed his hips and dick against my back. I felt how it pulsated and pre-cum dripped against my shirt. He carefully unbuttoned it with his massive hands. Standing there I could smell his manly sweat.I turned my head to smell his armpits. He pulled my shirt off and opened my belt pants. He turned me around again. His dick now touched my flat and pale belly and mine grazes his inner thigh. Only now being so close to him, I realised how tan he was. It definitely complemented his abs.
He bowed down to lift at first my left and then my right feet to untie and pull off his old boots and my socks. After that he pulled off my pants. He looked surprised that I didnt wear something beneath as my dick popped out of it right in front of his head.
While I bet that his beautiful lips would give an amazing blowjob I pulled him up on his feet and pushed him onto the bench again.
“Spread your legs boy!”, I ordered. He lifted his massive legs to reveal his hole. I couldnt believe I was losing my viriginity to this beefcake.
“Shit, I’m late.”, Michael thought as he put on his watch. He slipped into his nice black dress shoes and corrected his tie in the mirror.
He took his jacket and left his appartement. He tried to take the elevator but it took him too long to arrive so He took the stairs. The sound of his heels hitting the ground with every step echoed through the stairwell. He never ran down the stairs as fast as on this day. He finally left the building and walked down the street. He became nervous thinking about the presentation he has to hold in front of his boss this afternoon. The presentation could be his ticket for a seat on the council of the company he works at.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly even noticed that he was stopping because he subconsciously noticed something in an alley. Michael observed the alley and saw a man waving him over. Michael knew that he shouldnt go into the alley as that would be one of the places were murder happen or someone gets raped. But Michael always wants to help people if they are in trouble and this man looked like he could need some help.
“I still have 5 hours till my presentation. I can fill up my working hours after that.”, Michael thought.
He entered the alley carefully, trying to watch out for any trap. He stopped 6 feet away from the man. Michael could now see that the man was probably his age and he looked hispanic. His hair looked well-groomed but he was definitely chubby. He only wore some dirty socks which had holes, underpants and a dirty shirt.
“Is everything okay?”, Michael asked.
“I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment, two days ago.”, he answered with a jeavy accent. He pointed towards a door on his right side. “The shop owner on the other side of the street has a second key for it. I cant go over like this.” His hands made a move towards his dirty clothes.
Michael didnt know what to do. He felt uncomfortable in this situation. “Should I go over and ask the owner to give it to me?”
“He wouldnt. He’ll only gibe the key to me.”, the man answered. He made a pause. “Could I borrow your good looking suit so I can go and get the key?”, he asked.
Michael was irritated. He never thought someone would ask a question like this.
“The shirt, pants and shoes would be enough too. No need for a tie.”, he added.
Michael was tempted to do it. He wanted to help this man so bad. “But what if the man wouldnt return with my suit?”, Michael thought.
“I’m sorry, but I wont take off my suit. I’m already late for work. I hope someone will help you.”, Michael answered politely.
“Come on man, just for 10 minutes and I’ll give it back.”, the man begged.
“The answer is no.”, Michael said and turned around to leave. He was almost on the main street again as he felt a pull on his right foot. As he looked down he saw that he only wore his left shoe anymore. Michael turned around and saw the man holding Michaels shoe his hand. “Only your pants and your other shoe, please.”, he begged.
“Give me back my shoe now or I’ll call the police you filthy homeless!”, Michael answered briskly.
The man threw the shoe in front of Michael and mumbled an okay as he walked towards the back of the alley again.
Michael kneeled down to put on his shoe again and went to work after that.
He thought alot about the encounter at work. In the afternoon, the presentation went great. Michael got his seat at the council.
Over the next few days Michael forgot about the crazy man in the alley until he walked past it one evening. Michael thought that he heard something and watched the alley. He remembered the man from a few days ago and left towards his appartement. He took the elevator and opened his door. Michael entered his bedroom and wanted to undress. He bend over to untie his shoes as he felt a painful hit at the back of his head. Michael collapsed unconscious immediately.
As he woke up Michael noticed that something was tied around his ankles and wrists. Michael opened his eyes to see that he was tied to his bed, still wearing his suit and shoes. He tried to free himself until he noticed someone standing in the shadow of the corner.
“You wont be able to free yourself, even though you have those muscles.”, a voice with a heavy accent said.
Michael knew that accent. It was the man from the alley.
“How did you get in here?”, Michael shouted in disbelief.
“That doesnt matter.”, he answered. “What matters, is that you didnt help me back then but now you will.” He stepped out of the corner, revealing that he still wore his dirty clothes. “I lost my job because of you. Because you didnt want to lend me your suit.”
Michael was shocked.
“But now I’m here for revenge.”, he said with a devilish grin. “I mixed something together while you were at work.” He walked over to a drawer and took out a bottle filled with a black liquid and a glass. He poured the liquid into the glass and sat down next to Michael. He grabbed Michaels throat causing him to open his mouth. The man poured the liquid into Michaels mouth and made him swallow it.
Michael felt how his body started to feel numb. He wasnt able to move anymore.
The man untied Michael and started to run his hand over his suit. He laid down next to Michael and pulled Michael towards him So that Michael was laying in the mans lap, between his legs.
“What are you doing? Stop that!”, Michael said, trying to get his body to move.
The man let his fingers run over Michaels muscular body again. He played with Michaels nipples beneath the tight shirt.
Michael felt how the mans dick was rising and pushing against his back.
The man grabbed Michaels head by the back and pushed him forwards. He pulled of the suits jacket and let Michaels back fall against his belly. He took Michaels tie off and opened some buttons of the shirt. He pushed his hands beneath the shirt to touch Michaels abs. He took them out again and pushed them into Michaels pants. He fondled with his balls for some time until he pulled his hands out again.
The man pushed Michael to the side, left the bed and walked towards Michaels feet. He grabbed him by his ankles and pulled Michael towards him. He opened Michaels belt and pulled pants and underpants down to the ankle. He pulled his own underpants down, revealing a throbbing dick, and lifts Michaels legs into the air. He placed the legs onto his shoulders and strokes over Michaels otc gold-toe-socks and his hairy leg.
“Now you will feel how sorry you are for not helping me!”, the man said grabbing Michael by the hips.
“Please, dont do this. Please.”, Michael whimpers.
The man pushed his thick cock into Michaels hole. Michael mourned because of the pain. The man pushed in a fast rythm and shot his load into Michael. Happy with what he did to Michael, the man now stripped himself and Michael completely naked.
He took Michaels socks and put them on, followed by his underpants and pants. As he put on Michaels suit, Michael noticed a change in appearence at his own body and with the hispanic man. Michael himself started to loose his muscles and the hispanic started to loose his belly and gain muscles. The man giggled at Michaels surprised looking face. He put on the shirt, tugged it into the pants and tied the tie around his neck. At this point, Michael had lost all of his muscles and gained a small chubby belly. The man on the other hand now filled Michaels suit with his muscles.
“And now the finishing touch!”, the man said.
He took both dress shoes and sniffed them. Michael could see how the dick moved beneath the pants. He was disgusted by the fact that the man managed to switch muscles just by putting on Michaels most beloved suit.
The man put both shoes on, bowed down and tied the laces. As he got up again. Michael looked at his own face. He didnt want to think about the fact, that he could look like the hispanic man now.
“Look at me. Dont I look fabulous?”, the man said.
“Give me my body back!”, Michael screamed. “You May look like me, bit you still have that heavy accent!”
The man giggled and ran his hands over his now muscular body. “Watch this.”, he said.
He grabbed the jacket and put it on.
“How do I sound now?”, the man asked with Michaels deep voice.
“Thats not possible!”, Michael said. He was shocked as he heard himself with the thick accent the hispanic man had.
The man laid down again next to Michael and ran his fingers over Michaels now chubby body.
“I’ll slightly miss this body.”, he said. “But I’m more than pleased with yours Michael. Thanks to you I can now live a new life. I got a job again, where I earn enough money.” He kissed Michael. “You know Michael, this wouldnt have happened to you, if you’d helped me back then. I would’ve returned your suit, but you were greedy. Now I’ll live your life and help people. But before I start, I have to get rid of you tomorrow.”
The man leaves Michael on the bed. Now standing in the doorframe, the man turns around one last time. “You have great taste in suits.”, he said, rubbing his dick beneath his pants.
“As soon as I manage to move again, I’ll find you and take my body back!”, Michael shouted.
The man gigled, turned the lights for the bedroom off and closed the door. Michael was all alone in the dark.
I had a great time with my girlfriend, Sara. We know each other since kindergarten and we were a couple since high school. We graduated together and managed to fulfill our dreams. We both became professional dancers. We started of small as background dancers in some musicals or local stage plays. I was fine with that and slowly let myself go. I lost my muscular body for a slightly chubby look.
But Sara wanted more. She managed to get an award and got contracts for multiple TV shows and big stage plays.
She was finally happy for some time and even got myself some bigger events to dance. But after a while she wasnt happy anymore. At first I thought that she didnt like to be in the spotlight but after some time I noticed that she wasnt happy with me anymore. She made comments about my weight and that she loved my old look. She stayed at work longer and longer. One of the reasons she gave for this was a new play where she was the leading dancer.
One day I followed her to work and waited till she went home. She left work way earlier than she was home the last couple of weeks. She drove away and I followed her. I found out that she met with another man. Of course she got herself a tall, muscular, good looking guy. They’ve met almost every day and I started to look him up. Rurik Gislason, a soccer player.
As time went on and they’ve seen each other more and more, our relationship started to break. One night it escalated. She came home and was annoyed about me. She told me that I should train more to get jobs again or she’ll leave me. In anger I told her that I knew about her and Rurik and we ended our relationship. She officially left me for him and I was all alone. That evening I knew that I wanted to change something as I couldnt live without her.
I searched the darkweb for a solution. At first I wanted a love spell but I couldnt find any. I stumbled upon a shady looking website but I thought I should give it a try and ordered a body possession set.
It arrived the next day and I studied tje instructions. I drove to Rurik and found out that he was practicing soccer alone somewhere near his house. I drove to the soccer field and found him practicing alone.
I walked up to him and noticed how confused he was.
“Can I help you?”, he asked.
What a beautiful thick accent he has, I thought. No wonder Sara left me for him.
I now stood right in front of him, he looked nervous.
I quickly grabbed his hand, shook it, threw a coin in front of him, touched his shoulder and forehead. Just like it was described in the instructions and it worked. Rurik was hypnotized.
I ordered him to get into the locker and he complied. In the locker room I made him fall to sleep. He fell to his knees before his head hit the ground. His ass was now up in the air.
I sat down next to him, rolled him into my arms and started to strip him naked for the ritual. I started with his jersey, revealing his tattoo and abs. I started to smell the smell of his armpits. What a manly smell. I lifted his legs with his over knee soccer socks and shoes onto my shoulders and pulled down his sport shorts. To my surprise he was wearing nothing beneath it. I looked at his massive hairy cock, thinking about how it’ll be mine soon. I grabbed one leg after the other and pulled his soccer cleats and socks off. They’ve got a sweaty smell which, together with seeing his tall, manly body laying in front of me, turned me on. I ran my hands over his perfect body which will soon be mine.
I stripped myself naked and took the possession machine I bought out of a bag.
It looked like a respirator connected via two tubes to a vacuum suction cup for dicks. It was difficult to get the suction cup over his dick but after five minutes I finally made it. I layed down next to him and started to breath into the respirator. I felt a tickle in my body as energy started to flow into his dick. I saw how my body started to age rapidly as his body started to convulse. My sight got blurry and I passed out.
When I woke up I noticed that something was different. I could feel something was sucking on my dick. I leaned up and admired Ruriks, my new body. I pulled the suction cup from my dick causing me to moan. It made my body shiver and for the first time in a long time I could feel a muscular body again. As I looked next to me, my old body was laying there as if it was part of an old grave. I pult the respirator from my old face, causing the body to crumble to dusk.
I stood up to grab his used clothes as he got a phone call. It was my girlfriend.
I answered and could hear my new beautiful accent every time I opened my mouth to speak. After the call I unlocked his phone through his memories to take one last photo as a soccer player, signifying the end of his old life.
Back home, I waited for my girlfriend to arrive. I told her that I thought about quitting soccer to do something new. She was open to the idea when I told her that I wanted to spend more time with her. I thought about applying to a dance show she was a part of so we could dance together.
Fast forward 6 months and I’m finally dancing with my girlfriend from high school again and that with a better body than I could’ve had achieved. We have so much fun in this competition we are dancing in and at home we are more intimate than ever. I just hope that she’ll never find out about what I did to the real Rurik.
It was on vacation where my boyfriend broke up with me when I first saw him.
I was on my own at the beach, surrounded by strangers sunbathing. After the breakup I didn’t feel comfortable in my body. I was short, a bit chubby and pale.
I sat in the shadows beneath a parasol, looking around for a new, hopefully gay, hunk, when I saw him coming out of the water. A beautiful, tall man, if I had to guess probably 6"3. He had nice abs, a great looking beard, chiseled jaw, tattoos and that special look on his face.
I snapped some pictures of him, so I’d never forget him. I watched him go past me, towards a woman. Sadly, that means that he wont take me as his boyfriend, I probably wouldnt have been his type either.
The rest of the vacation I’ve watched him as much as possible. I stalked him in the lobby, when he ate dinner and when he went to the beach.
After vacation ended, the pictures I took of him, slowly became an obsession. I looked at them when I wanted to go to sleep, I ate with them and so on. I just wanted to be together with him.
One day, I found out that he is a soccer player, Olivier Giroud. I never really watched it because its not my type of sports but I started to watch it just because of him. I even bought an anual pass to watch his games live. I went so far to apply for a job where I took pictures of the games for magazins. It was a great time. I could be near him without him noticing my obsession.
But my obsession became worse after I saw him play so often. I wanted to feel him, touch him, be him! Or at least wanted him as my slave.
I searched day and night for a solution. I found spells to make someone a slave, but they required an agreement with the one who would become the slave. So that wasnt possible. I searched further und further until I found a swap spell on the darkweb. It sounded pretty easy and I’d have all his memories and abilities. I learned the spell and waited for the next game to happen.
The game started and I looked for an opportunity to work my magic. Fifty minutes in and no opportunity had arisen until Olivier made a header and got hurt.
He fell to the ground and tried to stand up.
But he couldnt. Paramedics came to get him off the field. Even his coach worried about him. The paramedics brought Olivier into the locker. That was my chance.
I had stolen a crew key which I now wore on a lanyard to get closer to him. Nobody questioned my stay in the building because of the key. I waited for the paramedics to leave Olivier alone to sneak in.
Olivier didnt noticed when I got into the locker as he started to take of his soccer kit starting with the cleats.
I sneaked up on him and knocked him out. I stripped him off his other shoe and sock, his shorts, jockstrap and jersey. I took some ropes out of my bag and tied him up. I stripped myself completely naked and put on his sweaty soccer clothes. I kneeled in front of him and played the scenario through in my head, one last time: I’d chant the spell, suck him off, wake up in his body and shout for help. He would be in my body confused and when security comes into the room, it would look like he tied me up to have some fun.
I chanted the spell and brought my head in position to give him a blowjob. I was so close that I could smell his sweat.
My lips closed around his big soft dick. My tongue played with the tip of his dick and it became hard very fast. Faster than I thought it would be. I played further with it and started to suck. His body started to cramp, his muscles twitching. His warm nectar of life ran down my throat. I sucked him dry and stood up.
I didnt felt a thing. I was scared. What is, if it doesnt work? I started to panic right before I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I could see my old, pale body standing in front of me in a soccer kit.
I was amazed. I felt how tightly I tied the ropes around his muscles. I felt how my muscles fought against them. I tried to free myself but I couldnt. As I looked up again I could see my old body looking at me with a tilted head. He kneeled down and came closer towards my new cock.
“Security! Help me! Security!”, I shouted. Olivier in my old body backed away.
“Wait a minute… that is my voice…”, he whispered in confusion.
The doors swing open and four guards come in. One whispered “What the fuck is going on.”
“Wait, I can explain.”, Olivier said. “Well, not really as I dont really know what happened.”
“You can tell us everything on your way to your cell.”, one guard said, while he handcuffed him and lead him away with a second guard.
Another lifted my old clothes from the ground and said:“We’ll bring your soccer kit back as soon as possible.”
The other one untied me and apologized that they didnt notice the entruder. Then they left.
I was finally alone. I sniffed my smelly armpits, touched my abs and flexed my arms. As I finished I took a shower. I grabbed some fresh clothes and put them on. Some otc socks, a black washed out jeans, a red and white checkered shirt and a leather jacket.
As I put on my shoes, a guard comes in and hands me my used soccer kit with the cleats and jockstrap.
I put everything in a bag and search for the advise the paramedics gave Olivier in his memories. He should drive home to get some rest as he could have gotten a concussion. So I grabbed my things and left the building.
The first months with Oliviers wife were dificult as I’m gay. We sorted it out and we agreed that I shouldnt talk about Olivier now being bisexual. She is okay with the fact that Olivier is now dating men and she supports him/me now more than ever in regards to everything. Even soccer. In public we still show ourselves as a couple in love.
Trust me, its incredibly boring to be a ghost. At least I thoight that till some time ago when I found out thta I can possess people.
In my ghost form, I’m trapped in the building I died in. The good thing is that this building is a hotel so I could haunt some guests who came to sleep here ober the last 150 years. Sadly that got boring very fast. But I found out that I can possess unsuspecting people, and when I possess someone, I can leave the building.
I possessed multiple people already, men and women alike. It was great to walk around and see how the city had changed over the last 150 years. Now, there is a guest in the hotel who booked a room for 3 months and I’ll spend some of that time as him.
The day, where I wanted to possess him had arrived and he got into an elevator to get to his bike. I got ready to pull down his pants so I could enter him through the widest hole.
He took out his phone and stopped the elevator to make a mirror selfie and I thought that would be a great opportunity to expose him.
Sadly, I didnt get the timing right. I pulled his leather pants down and pushed myself into his hole. As I entered he dropped his phone and helmet and he let out a deep moan. He pulled his pants in front of his dick up and tried to grab for the thing that tried to invade him, but he couldnt touch me. I entered further and managed to lift him in the air. The tip of his boots scraped over the metal surface of the elevator. He still tried to grab me but I was already so far in that he lost control over some of his motor functions. His body started to shake and the only noise he could get out were some gargling sounds. I entered his body completely and it fell to the ground. I rearanged my own ghostly limbs with his flesh and stood up.
I finally felt a body again. I felt how pre-cum dripped from his hard, pulsating cock against the warm leather pants, how his clothes fit like a second skin. I felt the deep breaths as the body was partially exhausted from me. I smelled the sweat. It was great to be a living human being.
I pulled up my pants completely, tucked the white shirt back in and took my phone and helmet from the ground. I let the elevator continue and went to my motorcycle. As I arrived, I put on my gloves and searched his memories and how to drive.
When I was alive, there were no motorcycles. The first cars were just released but nothing else. I took the memories and how to drive and I found out that I possessed Jason, a bike lover and son of a billionaire family.
I drove off through the surrounding landscapes. It was the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced. It felt like freedom.
This was the moment where I decided to extend my stay in Jason from around three days to around a week.
Now he has to leave the hotel as the three months are over. I have to admit that I stayed inside Jason for almost the complete three months. I left his body after two weeks but I felt insecure and as if I had lost a part of myself whenever I wasnt in him so I possessed him again when he slept.
I packed his things, ready to leave the hotel until Jason dies. I couldnt let him leave without me.
Now two months later it feels liberating driving on the streets, living somewhere else. I was stuck in that hotel for 150 years. I deserved a different life and I see this as my second chance. Sometimes I feel sorry for Jason as I took over his life, but that is a sacrifice I can live with.
“I wasn’t looking specifically for you man. You were just the easiest to go for.”, the nerd said.
Nick just stared at the nerd, who managed to ambush him from behind, right when Nick finished his workout session and wanted to go for a piss before changing clothes. Now, sitting uncomfortable on the toilet seat, he couldnt move a muscle, probably because of some muscle relaxant that was injected through the syringe which was still sticking in his biceps. His whole body felt numb.
What does he want, Nick thought. His money? His credit card? His car keys? That was right before the nerd started to strip completely naked.
Nick tried to fight back but he was unable to do so. I dont want to get rapid, he thought.
The nerd undressed himself and turned Nick around, letting him stare against the wall.
Nick felt how the nerd came closer to let his finger run over Nicks back.
“You will a slight discomfort but dont worry, It wont hurt.”, the punk said. “You know, some time in the future you wont remember this. It’ll be like a bad dream and everything between now and then will be your own memories. Nothing to worry about, right?”
Nick was confused, what does the nerd mean?
The nerd lifted Nick with ease and placed himself beneath Nick so that his dick was gliding without any problems into Nicks ass. Nick felt how the small rod wiggled from left to right until it felt like his dick was extending towards Nicks thick cock with a tingle. It was almost a great feeling, thought Nick as the tingle spreads through his whole lower body.
The nerd takes Nicks hairy legs and aligns them ontop of his own. After that Nick feels how he slowly sinks towards the toilet seat. He notices how something glides through his skin into his body. That was when Nick started to feel his calves twitch but it wasnt him who did this.
“Mmmhhh, those muscles feel so great. Let me in deeper, jockboy.”, the nerd said.
There was a pleasure in his voice that caused Nick to shiver. He tried in horror to fight back whatever the nerd is doing to him but he couldnt move a muscle.
The nerd grabbed Nicks chest and pulled it towards him which lead to the tingle to spread in Nicks upper body causing his cock to twitch.
The nerd cackled and Nicks arms started to move. They fondled with Nicks naked body until they’ve reached his head and grabbed it. Nick felt how the head of the nerd came closer, breathing right into his ear.
“I’ll love the time being you. Thank you for your cooperation.”, he whispered.
Nicks hands pressed his head right against the nerds and after a short time, it glid into one.
Nicks body stood up, letting out a deep sigh. The nerd loved controlling this tall and fit body. He put Nicks shorts on and admired his muscular new body in the mirror.
It was not safe to explore this body to the fullest in the locker room so he grabbed Nicks sportbag and left the gym to go to his new home.
That was now almost a year ago and the nerd probably enjoys being Nick too much as he had planned to stay inside him for 3 months.
The nerd took good care of Nicks body as he trained almost daily. It was never easier for the nerd to gain muscles so he thought that it wont be a problem to stay inside Nick for a little longer.
It was largely a standard mission. To infiltrate and arrest criminals and drug dealers. Not a big thing.
The problem is that they’ve managed to get their hands on one of those body possession machines. Thats how they managed to get out of prison. According to the latest report, they have taken teenagers in possession. After that mission everything changed, but let me tell you about it from the start.
I was making myself something to eat as my boss walked in to talk to me.
“I got a new mission for you, Mark. Top secret, if you agree to do it.”, he said.
“I’m listening. What should I do?”, I answered.
“Criminals escaped the prison. Kenny Miller and Dan Schwarz. You know them?”
“Of course. I was the one who brought them behind bars. How did they escape?”
“Body possession. They got two guards which we later found unconscious 2 miles next to the prison.”
“And my mission is to arrest them?”
“Roughly, yes. According to our latest reports they’ve managed to possess bodies of teenagers on a high school to start selling drugs again.”
Now I knew what he wanted.
“I wont do that. You know I’m not into that.”, I said.
“Top secret, remember Mark. You’re in.”, he answered with a grin.
I let out a deep breath.
“Who will I take over?”, I asked.
“The adoptive son of my dead sister. He goes to the same school and was friends with the possessed victims. He is ready, so if you could follow me.”
My boss walks away and I follow him through a door into the next room. The machine took almost the entire space of the room and by the looks of it, it was ready to use.
In front of it was a young guy, probably my new body. He turns around to reveal his thick glasses. He has to be almost blind without them, I thought.
“Hi, I’m Eric.”, he said reaching forward to shake my hand. I felt how he checked me out. How he glanced at my arms, my beard and my boots.
I shook his hand.
“I’m Mark. I’ll be the one you’re swapping bodies with.”, I said.
I saw how his eyes lightened up until my boss started talking.
“Not really.”, he said. “As Mark needs your knowledge about the school Eric, we’ll place his consciousness over yours.”
“So we’ll be two guys in one body?”, I asked.
“Correct.”, he answered.
Eric and I sit down at the opposite ends of the machine. Arms, legs and head are tied to the machine. We both give the sign that we are ready. I close my eyes and count to 3. As I open them again, everything looks blurry.
“I cant see shit!”, I said with a high pitched voice.
Cant wait to have my body back soon, this body is not made for a man like me, I thought.
I’m sorry that you dont like my body but you agreed to do this mission, I heard the high pitched voice in my head. Erics voice.
Off to a great start, didnt know we could hear each others thoughts, I thought. This time Eric stayed quiet.
Someone put myself glasses on. We got untied and I stood up. It was weird to control such a lean body. I looked over to my real body, laying unconscious in the seat. I missed it already but that it was unconscious was better than someone else walking around as me. Last time I switched bodies for work it was with a 70 year old man. My body was sticky when I got it back and my bathroom and some of my clothes were full with cum. So disgusting to think of someone jerking off in my body. Especially when it was a 70 year old.
In the evening I got driven to the school where I should arrest Kenny and Dan.
Two days later I finished the mission and got driven back to the police station. I entered the room with the machine again and saw my old body still laying there as if it wasnt moved. I was so happy to see it again. I sat down on the seat, closed my eyes and counted to 3. I felt my real body again. The warm leather jacket, my tight pants and shirt on my muscles. I wiggled my toes in my leather boots. It felt so great not wearing those Chucks anymore.
I opened my eyes to see that I was still tied to the machine.
“You can untie me now, guys.”, I said. It was so great to hear my deep voice again.
Only now I noticed that something wasnt right. The only person with me and Eric in the room was my boss. Normally, multiple people would operate the machine.
I looked at my boss who was talking to Eric. Both whispered.
“Is everything alright?”, I asked.
Both of them looked at me and Eric chuckled.
“My nephew said that you were quiet cocky in his body. You made nasty remarks about his clothes, his looks and so on. As compensation, he’ll use your body for some time”, my boss said.
I was shocked. I never thought something like this would happen.
“Wait, no. This is not true!”, I shouted. “I never said something like this.”
But it was to late. My boss pressed the button again and I felt how Erics soul entered my body. It was a cold feeling, causing me to shiver. I tried to push him back into his own body but through the help of the machine he overpowered me. I felt how I lost control of my limbs, my muscular body.
Its a pleasure to use this body, I heard Erics voice in my head.
My boss looked at me with a dark grin as he said:“Codename.”
“Exodus”, I heard myself answer.
“Good it worked.”, my boss said as he untied my body.
I had no control over my body as it stood up and my arms started to touch my body. Eric took off my leather jacket and sniffed it. He let out a moan and grabbed my dick. I felt how my dick raised and I couldnt do anything.
“You have 30 minutes for yourself in the bathroom. Here are some clothes we took from his home.”, my boss said as he took out a black sportsbag. He opened it to give us a look.
“I see you in 35 minutes in my bureau, Mark.”, he said leaving the room.
Eric grabbed the bag and went through the other door into the bathroom. We were alone.
He started to sniff my sweaty armpits and to lick my biceps. He rubbed my cock in my jeans while flexing my muscles in the mirror.
I felt how pre-cum started to drip into my jockstrap and I couldnt do anything against it.
Eric opened my belt and took my dick out of my jockstrap. He wanked it off but he didnt manage to shoot my load. He wanked so hard that he started to stumble. He looked down at my feet. At my black leather boots.
I always wanted to wear boots like this, even though I have to learn how to properly walk in them, his thoughts said.
Eric sat down on a toilet seat and pulled both boots off. He wiggled with my toes in my gold toe socks as he raised the first boot to my nose and put my dick into the second. I could smell the warm, worn leather and the sweat and I felt how that turned Eric on.
I felt how he pressed the top of my dick against the sole of my boot right as my body shot my first load. Eric opened my mouth and let out a loud moan. I was deeply embarrassed.
He switched boots so that I could smell the sweet cum inside my boot which caused me to shoot my second load right into my other boot.
He took off my Red shirt and wrapped it around my dick.
“Watch this.”, he said.
He put both boots, with the cum inside, back on. I felt how my socks started to soak it up, it felt disgusting. Like wet socks. But this caused me to shoot my last load and probably the biggest I’ve ever had into my shirt.
Satisfied with what he did he looked at my watch.
10 minutes left. Time to dress up again, he thought.
He took my jockstrap and my pants off while walking back to the bag.
He looked inside and took a black jeans, jockstrap and a blue shirt out. He put the shirt on, letting my fingertips glide over my abs. He lifted my booted foot to put on my new jockstrap when I heard his thoughts. I dont need this, the jeans will feel great too. So he grabbed my black jeans and put it on. He put on my belt, my gun and my badge. At last he lifted my leather jacket from the bag, sniffed it one last time and put it on. He stuffed the old clothes into the bag and left the bathroom.
He walked into the bureau of my boss.
“Looking good, my son.”, my boss said.
“Mark. We’re not alone.”, Eric answered. He crossed his arms. “What now?”
“First, we just got called to a crime scene. Ready up, we’re driving in 5 minutes.” He made a sign to come closer and Eric walked around the desk to stand next to him.
“After that, we’ll test that body to the max at home.”, my boss whispered.
“Sounds good.”, Eric answered.
The whole trip to the crime scene was torture. I had to see Erics thoughts about my naked body and the one of my boss. So gross. He also looked through my memories. I tried to stop him but I was too weak.
Arriving at the crime scene I felt how my heart started to beat faster. Eric was nervously looking through my memories how to act as me. I didnt bother to stop him as I got weaker every time I tried and as I had to think about what gruesome night stood before me. I had to make peace that he will be me forever.
I always had a thing for men in uniform. Maybe its because my fit uncle wore his police uniform every day when I was litte and I could see his muscle flex underneath. Since that time I always wanted to wear one too. After I graduated I applied for becoming a police officer but they told me things that I’ve heard way too often: I’m too small, I’m not fit enough and so on.
I tried to fix the latter and applied again, still didnt get the job. So I became janitor at the police station.
Fast forward 30 years and I loved every day of working there. I installed small cameras everywhere overnight. I could watch them undress, shower, put on the uniform and so on. I loved seeing the hunks in uniform every day. I somewhat became family for some of them as they always greet me but even all of that is nice I still have the fantasy to wear one myself.
Of course I wont be able to do this anytime soon as I got chubby again and I still didnt grew 8ver the past decades but my fate was different.
One evening when I started to clean the hallways as every cop was already gone I heard how someone entered the building. I turned around getting ready to fight someone as I saw a beautiful cop with a arrested drug dealer. I admired his chiseled jaw, his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt, his uniform, his combat boots.
“Good to see you here.”, the officer said to me.“Could you watch him as I have to get some papers?”
“Of course.”, I answered. This was thrilling. Being part of an arrestment.
The cop pushed the dealer towards a bank where he sat down. I had to watch him as the cop ran up the stairs towards the bureaus. I watched that twink of a dealer. He looked at his dirty shoes when he suddenly starts to talk to me.
“Arent you bored of this job?”, he says.
“No, this is my first time doing something like this.”, I answered.
“I mean being a janitor. Dont you want a better life? More action? I could give it to you. You’d deserve it.”
I thought about his offer, it sounded too good to be true.
“What do you mean by that?”, I asked.
“I could give you the life of that cop that arrested me. I saw how you looked at him. All of him could be yours. His muscles, his beard, his private life… oh, I think he has a really active private life. Just look at that beautiful hunk.”
“Why wouldnt you swap with him yourself? ”
“Well, I like my body as it is. If I give you his, I want something in return.”
“And that is?”
“In return you let me go and this arrest never happened.”
I really thought about it. I always wanted to be in that uniform. I think he saw it in my eyes as he started to smile.
“Do we have a deal?”, he asked.
“Definitely.”
“Good. In my front left pocket is a small pill. Take it.”
I pushed my hand inside his pocket, grabbing the pill. As I took it out, I saw a blue and red colored pill.
“Twist it. You have to swallow the blue part and push the red part inside the ass of the person you want to be.”, he said.
“You have to be kidding me. I’ll never push it into his ass.”
“I’m not kidding. Would I do something like this right before I get into prison? I dont think so.”
I had no choice than to trust him. I twisted the pill and swallowed the blue part just in time as we heard the cop coming down the stairs.
“I’m back. You can go back to whatever you were doing.”, the cop said to me.
He walked past me as if I was thin air towards the dealer. This was my chance.
I pushed the cop with his abs against the wall right next to the dealer and pulled his pants down. I squeezed the pill between his ass cheeks before he could even react.
He pushed me to the ground and pulled his pants back up. The dealer laughed.
“You find this funny?!”, the cop screamed towards him.
“No. I find it funny what happens next.”, je said.
I didnt feel a change. The dealer lied to me and now I’m getting arrested too. I had to think of this…
“And you. That was it. I’m going to arrest you too.”, the cop said to me.
He came towards me as I got up from the ground but then he suddenly stopped. His eyes rolled back, revealing the white. He fell over backwards against the wall. He looked he was sleeping.
I took a step towards him as I passed out too.
The first thing I noticed was that something heavy laid on my rock hard dick. As I opened my eyes I saw my old bodies face right on my crotch. I lifted my arms to see the cops muscled arms and gloves. I was speechless, the pill worked. I pushed my old body aside and stood up. I admired and touched my new body.
I started to open my belt to see what I have down there as I heard the dealer. I totally forgot about the dealer.
“Looks like it worked. Now get me out of here.”, he said.
“Yeah….yes…yes! Wait the key has to be here somewhere.”, I answered.
I closed the belt again and started to search for the key in my pocket as a memory from where the cop put the key flashed through my mind.
“I have his memories? ”, I shouted out loud.
“Of course. Now get me out of here.”
I took the key out of my pocket and opened his handcuffs.
“Thanks, officer.”, he said with a smirk.
“No, I have to thank you!”, I said. “But I still have a question. What do we have to do with him?”
I point at my old body.
“Nothing. He wont remember the last30 minutes. He will live your life as if he always had it.”, the dealer said and left.
I left too. I drove to my new home and had the best night ever.
I admired my muscular body and with the stamina of this body I jacked off to my uniform hanging on my wardrobe almost half of the night.
After that I looked through his memories, learning that I’m now officer Jake Pecker, best of my year. I also learned that Jake is gay, has a thing for uniforms and looks for a daddy to have a great evening.
Every now and then when I’m at work I can see my old body sometimes looking at me. I know what he wants. Maybe I hook up with him for a night so that he can live his fantasy once.
‘Why didnt I thought of this…’ I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle… now I sit here and my tank is empty.
I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.
After some time I’ve heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.
“Everything okay?”, he asked.
“My tank is empty.”, I replied.
“I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.”, he said smiling.
I was a bit hesitant.
“What about my bike?”, I asked.
“We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer.”
“That would be great!”
“Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us.”
He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.
He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.
We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.
“Thank you for taking me with you.”, I said when he started the truck.
“It’s always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.”, he replied.
What a wierd response, I thought.
We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.
“I’m Pete. What is your name?”, he asked.
“I’m Jordan.”, I replied.
“Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young.”
I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.
My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.
From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.
“No, I’m not from around here. I’m driving through the whole country right now. And I’m 26.”
“You could be my son with that age. I’m twice as old as you.”, he said and chuckled. “So you’re doing a roadtrip. Alone?”
“I started with a friend but he left. Now I’m doing it alone.”
“Alright.”
Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.
“You can put your feet up if you want. Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.”, he said out of nowhere.
That was strange, but a nice offer.
“Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.”, I answered.
Silence again, I hope this time for longer.
His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.
“Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?”, he asked me after hanging up.
I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.
“If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.”, he said.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”, I answered.
I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.
Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.
“I’m sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.”, he said with a dark grin.
I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.
“I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.”, he said.
He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.
As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.
He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.
“I’ll clean it up. I promise.”, he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.
“You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body, I came to the conclusion that you’ll be the new me.”, he said.
I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.
“You’ll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.”, he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.
“Dear god, thats huge!”, he shouted as he emptied the syringe.
He took a step back to look at me nervously.
I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.
As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.
He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.
As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.
“I cant wait to put all of this on. I’m sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.”, I heard my voice saying.
So he knew that I’d be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.
He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.
He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.
Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I’m the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.
Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.
He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would’ve met someone from my old life that day.
Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.
I tried to change, I really did. But it just never worked. I tried to do more sports, eat healthier and so on but it didnt show any results so I had to change my plan.
My old doctor told me that I wouldnt have long to live if I dont do anything. I was overweight, had skin problems and almost an organ failure.
I tried a new lifestyle and I failed so new plan.
I moved cities and tried to look for a new body. I knew the ritual through my granny, she teached me it some time before she ‘died’. In reality she swapped bodies and lives a new life on Hawaii.
After some days I found my victim. I had to choose carefully as this ritual only works once in a lifetime. I chose this good looking doctor from the hospital I newly went to.
I observed him for some time to learn his daily routine and then I started to get into his life.
I started to appear at the hospital more frequently so he’d start noticing me. I went to the park where he would go jogging and so on.
One day at the hospital we got into a conversation. We talked about our interests and because I knew what he was doing all the time I managed to brown-nose him. I learned that his name is Mike. It went so far that we exchanged numbers.
I was one step closer to my new life.
We spoke often after that, even met after his workshifts, we sort of became friends. He even tried to help me with my body, he wrote down a diet and what sports I should do. He was so generous and I started to feel bad for him. But I still wanted to commence further with my plan.
One evening, when I knew that he had the night shift all alone, I baked special muffins. They contained sleeping pills. A dose that could almost kill small people, but definitely not that hunk of a man.
So I appeared at his work with those nice muffins. He was oleasantly surprised but to my surprise he ate almost two whole muffins before he fell unconscious.
I dragged him into an empty room and prepared the ritual. I undressed both of us, laid him in the middle of the room and surrounded him with leaves and candles. I took a small bottle with a steong smelling liquid out of my pocket which will be the main part of the ritual but it was missing just one more ingredient. HIS liquid. I started to rub his thick cock. While doing so I admired his muscular body covered in tattoos.
He shot his load and I catched it with my bottle. I was disgusted and turned on at the same time by the fact that I had to drink that. I poured it down and started to feel dizzy. I had no control over my body anymore and I fell down right next to Mike. The last thing I saw before falling unconscious was that Mikes body started to shake and change.
When I woke up I was laying at the same place as before but I wasnt looking at Mike anymore. Well, technically I was but now he looked like my old self. I was thrilled. Looking down at my new body I felt a rush through my body causing my now massive cock to harden. I put Mikes jockstrap and his work clothes on which fitted tight around his muscles. I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie. I just noticed that that was my old phone. I took out the pin so that Mike as the old me could use it later before grabbing his phone and taking a mirror selfie.
I cleaned up the room and forced Mike to swallow two more sleeping pills just to make sure that he’ll stay unconscious until the morning before I put him in the back of my new car.
I waited until my workshift was over before driving to my old home where I heaved Mike into my old bed. After that I drove to my new home to write a resignation for this hospital and applications for others. I dont want to loose this body as I’ll have a lot of fun with it.
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Mike’s pov
This is me but I never took this picture. Well, it was me.
I always wanted to help people so I became a doctor. I always ate healthy and did sports to maintain fit.
That picture was on the phone I found after waking up in Jimmy’s body. It was a horrible experience. Waking up, seeing an unknown ceiling, feeling an unknown bed and then seeing Jimmy’s fat body in the mirror.
I met Jimmy at the hospital I worked at. The first couple of times I saw him, he was a bit creepy. I often caught him staring at me and then he acted as if he never looked at me. After some days seeing him in the hospital I walked towards him. He looked nervous but we had a great chat as we had the same interests. Now after searching through his phone I know that he followed me daily. He didnt have the same interests as me, he just wanted to get closer to me.
My naiv self back then didnt noticed that so we hang out. He may have been creepy at first and not the best looking guy but he had a good heart. At least he made it look like that.
The evening I lost my real body he came to me at work. I had a night shift and he brought muffins with him. He must’ve known that I couldn’t resist muffins. I ate some and then everything went dark. The next morning I woke up as him. I tried to find him at the hospital I worked at to force him to change us back but he resigned that same day.
Now I have to live in this bidy for the rest of my life. I already started to eat healthy and do more sports as if I dont do that I’ll die soon.
“You know, if you want one, you can always come to me. I’ve got plenty!”, my best friend Jean said.
“Thanks, I keep it in mind.”, I answered.
I thought about that conversation as I’m laying in my bed. He is talking about his bodysuit collection. In my opinion its kinda gross, keeping the skin of ither people to look like them, but I habe to admit tjat he probably has one of the best collections. Multiple skins of every body type, from fat to skinny to hunky. From bald and shaved to very hairy. From businessman to cop. One for every occasion. He even has a Henry Cavill look-a-like. At least I hope its a look-a-like.
He uses them for his many Grindr profiles, to satisfy his hunger for sex. For myself, I dont think that he needs them. He himself is a great looking guy! Dark hair, hairy body, great muscles, veins, beautiful beard and a small scar on his right eyebrow. So hot!
I always had a slight crush on him, who can blame me for that when he looks that good.
Now I know what I want to do, I want to wear him, not one of his bodysuits.
The next day I’m knocking on Jean’s door. He opens.
“Have you thought about my offer?”, he asked.
“Kind of.”, I answered. “Can we talk about it inside?”
He let me in and I sat down on his couch.
“So, which one do you want?”
“Not really on of yours, to be honest.”
He looked confused.
“There is this guy at work that I admire. I’d like to wear him. Do you still have the serum?”, I asked. I lied about my coworker but I knew that Jean would believe me.
“Nice! Yeah, I still have some. Wait here, I’ll bring you a syringe.”
He left the room and came back with a small box, handing it to me. In it is the syringe.
“How do I use it?”, I asked.
“Well, you should try to inject it into his neck.”
“Where exactly?”
Jean turned around and pointed towards the back of his neck. That was my chance!
I took the syringe and rammed it into him.
He jumped up in pain.
“What did you do?”
In disbelief, he holds the empty syringe in his hand which I put in his neck. He took some steps backwards, holding himself up through a shelf. His pants and jockstrap fell down because he started to deflate, revealing his massive hairy cock. He stumbled and fell to the ground.
“I’m sorry Jean. You were my best friend. This had to happen as I think you should go out yourself.”
He looked at me angrily until suddenly no more emotions were visible. Jean was completely turned into a bodysuit.
I lifted it from the ground and put it on. Head first through what once was his ass. Inside him I felt how my skinny body adapted to his muscled body.
There was this new limited drug going around, giving you crazy powers. I think I got one if the best: I can possess bodies. At first it was painfull as my body began to crumble. My cells disolved and my soul possessed the nearest person to me. After that I had the power to possess bodies of the person I touch while thinking about it.
It was fun living all those different lives. A teacher, a politicians, I even tried the opposite gender and so much more.
My best possesion back then was Chris Hemsworth.
I managed to get his body on a red carpet. It took me some time to get the body of a security guard close to him but the time had come that day. He got out of his limousine when I hold out my hand to him, then a short moment of dizziness and after that I spent 3 years as the aussie himself: Chris Hemsworth. I even played Thor one time.
But after some time it became boring. I wanted some action in those lifes I’ve had.
I searched for my new victim and it was a dumb muscled cop.
His life was thrilling. Car chases, shootings, locking up criminals and while doing all of that I had this handsome face. But I still wanted more. I began to shoplift, robbing the police vault and even murder. It was such a rush and I managed to blurr my tracks. But after some years I became sloppy. They found clues that spoke against me and I got a new partner for patrols who should secretly spy on me so I made a plan. One evening only the two of us were on patrol and I possessed him.
Before my old self could even realise what I’ve done the last years in his body I knocked him out. He should be my last victim. I drove to an abandoned warehouse and made the scene of the crime beautiful. I layed his dead body on the ground and left. I knew that everything would point towards me, the new partner so I searched for the last body I will possess.
It took me a long time to find the final life I wanted to live. I had to hide often as I the police was searching for me worldwide but one day I saw him on the street. He is the CEO of a rising company. 300 days vacation every year, almost infinite money and every girlfriend/boyfriend I want.
After what happened last time with your girlfriend, you were always on your toes about what she was going to do next to you next, and willing to try it. You feel her soft lips against yours, her small hands on your thighs and her breasts pressed against your chest. You lay on your back as she presses her weight against you, a hand on her round ass as you hear her moans against your lips. She reaches a hand up to hold yours, squeezing tightly, as your tongues touch.
You feel her hand begin to shift slightly in your grasp, but oddly. You open your eyes for a moment and notice that her hand is… in yours… Her hand begins to seep under your skin, and suddenly, you move your fingers. But you didn’t.
A bit surprised, you begin to breathe a little heavier, a weird sensation building up in that arm. Your thigh feels a little warmer, trailing down to your erect cock, until the entire thing heats up intensely. You take another glance; her hand is underneath your jeans, right at your cock, and you feel it twitch and move around slowly… You feel her smirk against your lips.
Your hand reaches up to touch the side of her face against your will, and you watch as it slowly shrinks… You feel the bones mold in your hand as they shrink, your fingers becoming thinner and your nails getting just a little longer. Those are her fingers… That’s her hand…
“I wanna try something new…” she whispers, and as you feel her tug on your cock, you notice it looks a little bigger…
She begins to kiss you a little harder, your lips getting warmer by the second; and you feel her front press more against yours. Your chest becomes incredibly warm, followed by your legs. Within seconds, your entire body feels hot, and you feel her face getting closer to yours. You notice you can’t move your legs anymore. They aren’t your legs to move anymore. You look down and barely see any of her cleavage left. She’s inside of you, almost completely, her face centimeters away from yours.
“You’re mine, now…”
You gag for a few seconds as she completely enters your body, taking full control. You can only watch and you follow where she looks. She lifts up your hand. Your changed hand. And she rubs your front with it. Slowly from your belly button to your throbbing cock, you watch as she commands your hand to grasp it. Her new fingers wrapped around the shaft, she strokes your cock, moaning softly, getting louder and louder as your voice begins to sound higher and higher, until it matches her pitch. She reaches your other, unchanged hand, and licks your fingers one by one, each one slimming down and shortening as the saliva makes contact, your lips puffing up to compete with her soft, plump lips. She strokes your cock a little faster, your slimming arm reaching down and shaping your new waist to a thinner, sexier waist, your hips widen. You reach back up against your will as your new hand pinches your nipple gently. Instantly, it puffs up just a little, your right chest rounding just a little bit, slowly inflating to a soft A cup as you reach over do the same to the other nipple. As they inflate at different levels, you feel your cock erupt all over your new hand, but you can’t moan. You can’t do anything anymore. Only watch.
As your cock releases, you hear her voice; “Watch this…” Your cock begins to shrivel up, slowly losing inch after inch, and her breasts begin to swell further. Your new breasts continue their growth as you’re forced to watch your cock shrink away until it’s become a little nub to be rubbed by her fingertips. She reaches down to finger herself, creating a crevice for her own pleasure, now that you no longer have a cock. Her thumb on her clit, she plunges her fingers deeply inside of her, moaning louder and louder as her legs slim down, your ass inflating and raising her new body. Her hips widen a little more as her ass cheeks swell, your facial structure slowly becoming softer; more like hers.
“I’m almost done, don’t worry…” You hear a whisper. Your hair grows out and becomes softer, reaching past your smaller shoulders now, reaching just up to your now smaller nose. She licks her new lips You watch as she sits up, still rubbing herself. Your fingers become less numb now, and you’re shocked to realize you can move them again. You blink, and the next think you know, you see your girlfriend between your legs, which are still hers.
She presses her tongue against your clit, gently sucking on it as you moan softly in her voice, instinctively reaching up to grab your own breasts. You squeeze them hard as you come close to climax, when you feel something different…
You look up as you continue to suck on your new girl’s clit. You flick your tongue a little faster, smirking as you watch her grab her new breasts. She moans louder and louder, her legs clench a little, when she suddenly seems puzzled. It’s just what you wanted. “You’re not gonna cum for me just yet…” you whisper. You lick a little faster, feeling her new clit become a little more erect. You begin to suck on it, as little as it is, as you feel it continue to swell. You watch your new girl writhe around in pleasure as her clit gets larger, you getting wetter yourself as you feel the growth between your lips, now inside of your mouth. You suck a little harder as her clit grows thicker between your lips, You moan along with her, your pitches matching, as her new cock reaches further into your mouth, and slowly down your throat…
You stand up and rub your wet lips on your new girl’s face. She happily begins to do what you’ve always loved him for. You feel her new tongue pressing hard against your clit, licking faster as you suck her new cock even harder. You feel it throb in your mouth, and you feel her squeeze your soft ass as your clit now begins to swell. You feel your sweat drip down your now swelling breasts as your clit inflates with pleasure, and her hands reach around and grasp your growing breasts. You moan loudly and ram your growing shaft down your new girl’s throat, making her gag as she pinches your erect, swelling nipples. You suck harder as she flicks her tongue against your head, and you both release…
“The average prison sentence of men who kill their women partners is 2 to 6 years. Women who kill their male partners are sentenced on average to 15 years. This is despite the fact that 86% of female offenders kill in self-defense, while males are most likely to kill out of possessiveness (82%), abuse (75%) and during arguments (63%). Women are eight times more likely than men to be killed by an intimate partner.”
