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Adam and Mr Wavell

It seemed to be a normal day like any other for Adam. He got up out of bed, got himself some breakfast before heading out for work. Being an engineer certainly wasn’t the worst job, in fact it could feel rather rewarding sometimes and the pay was decent enough. Despite that though Adam always kinda wished his lifestyle was a tad bit different.

He would see Men out and about or on social media who were jacked and essentially got paid for being so. Whether that be as a personal trainer, model, actor or even in porn. It was that sort of lifestyle Adam had always wished he would’ve strived for instead. He wasn’t bad looking dude, just a little out of shape was all, he just couldn’t ever really get into working out properly and eating all the right things.

Being in his thirties now Adam simply began to believe that perhaps that lifestyle just wasn’t going to be him so he’d made peace with the fact that he was just an average looking dude working a normal job. That was until he got home that evening and everything changed.

Adam unlocked the door, stepping into his home before closing it behind him.

“Hey there.”

Adam almost jumped out his skin as he whipped around to see a man sat in a chair across the room.

“W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE.” Adam screamed at the man yet he was unfazed.

The man stood up, allowing Adam to get a better look at him. He looked to be in his late thirties, maybe forties with a salt and pepper beard and hair. Looked to be just about 6 foot with a relatively lean build. He had on a navy blue suit jacket over a white button up shirt with a navy blue tie. He wore khaki suit pants held firmly in place by a brown belt and lastly a fairly large pair dark brown dress shoes. An ordinary business casual look but this man seemed to be anything but ordinary.

“As for who you may refer to as Mr Wavell” the man said, his eyes momentarily glowing a bright purple as he spoke the name. Adam backed up as Mr Wavell took a few paces forward. “And for what I’m doing here… well… I’m just looking for entertainment I suppose.”

Wavell went on to explain that he had…abilities. Abilities that could things one thought was impossible, possible. Adam was about to protest, to tell this man to get out, when he froze in both wonder and fear as the man before began to float. Mr Wavell continued to explain that he was not going to hurt him, but rather help him.

“I can give you any life that you desire. Allow you to be whoever you choose. What do you say?” Mr Wavell stated as he floated down until he now stood right beside Adam, a hand placed on his shoulder. Adam was frozen. Was he dreaming? Was this real?

“Oh come on. You know this is a privilege right? It’s not everyday that I actually reveal my physical self to the people I help.”

The mysterious man explained in further detail to Adam what he could for him. He could have Adam literally become somebody else. As I’m taking their body for himself. As confused and scared as Adam was right now, he couldn’t help but be curious and even slightly aroused by the idea becoming someone else.

“Yes… I want your help… ” Adam said in a low tone as Mr Wavell grinned.

Wavell clasped his hands together. “Perfect. Now there are many different ways I can do this. I can put your soul into another body and put theirs in your body. I can transform you and another person into one another. However I’ve already picked another method for you. All I want is for you to pick someone.”

“What’s the catch?”

Wavell raised an eyebrow to Adam. “There isn’t one. You don’t owe me. I’m doing this because I enjoy it and hopefully you’ll enjoy it just as much as will.” He smirked. “Now, is there anybody you have in mind who perhaps you’d like to become?”

Adam thought for a moment. He wasn't sure. This was just so surreal it made it hard to think.

“Fine, I’ll help find one I think you’ll like.” Wavell placed a hand on on Adams head. He searched his mind. Felt out his wants and desires until he got a decent idea of the kind of body to put him in. He took his hand away from Adam’s head. “I know just guy but he’s not exactly close. He lives up in Virginia while we’re here in Georgia. How would you feel about a little…change of scenery.”

“What do yo—“ before Adam could finish, the world around him shifted.

———

Micheal stood alone in the locker room at his local gym. It was about closing time now and he was last guy other than staff to be there. He wiped away his sweat with a towel as he grabbed his stuff out of the locker. Unbeknownst to him, a certain two individuals watched him.

Moments prior, Adam and Wavell arrived at the gym via Wavell’s… abilities. Instead of being stood in his own home, Adam now stood inside the locker room of what seemed to be a gym that didn’t seem at all familiar. He asked Wavell where he’d taken them only for Wavell to tell Adam to watch as he point towards the locker room door.

Mere seconds after, a sweaty man wearing a tight tank top and and black shorts entered. He was in incredible shape, far better than Adam was. He looked huge all over with the most handsome face to go with it. The man seemed to pay no mind to neither him nor Wavell however, not even a glance, despite the fact that the pair were both staring at him.

“I’ve made us invisible to him. He can neither see nor hear us.” Mr Wavell confirms to Adam as this man they now seem to be spying on walks past them both. Adam gets a whiff of the studs scent as he passes turning the semi he got just from looking at the man into a full hard on. The two continue to watch as the man opens his locker.

“His name is Micheal. He’s twenty eight years old and is a rather handsome looking fellow with and amazing physique. It seems you would agree.” Wavell sniggered as he glanced down at the bulge in Adams pants.

“So… are you gonna turn me into… him?” Adam asked, almost drooling the thought as he watched the man pull off the tank top revealing his muscled upper body. Wavell simply nodded. “Does that mean you’re gonna turn him into me?”

“Not exactly. Most of the time I would but I have something different in mind today.” Wavell said with an almost maniacal grin. “And before you ask, no I’m not going to kill him.”

Hearing that set Adam slightly at ease. He was however curious to see what Wavell was going on about though. What was he gonna do to this Micheal guy?

It was then that Wavell’s eyes glowed that bright purple once more. At first Adam didn’t realise what Wavell had done until…

“Hey, where the hell did you guys come from?” Micheal asked as he saw the two men seemingly just appear out of nowhere in the corner of his eye. Wavell stepped forward, straightening his tie as he did

“Oh I just know you’re gonna enjoy this body Adam.” Wavell declared.

At this point Micheal was getting super creeped out “What the fuck are talking about dude. Are you hitting on me?” He asked getting slightly annoyed.

It was then in the blink of an eye that Wavell stood inches away from Micheal. He barely had time to think before Wavell grabbed his shoulder. Suddenly Micheal was paralysed, unable to make a muscle as Wavell slipped his other hand in Micheal’s shorts, cupping his crotch in the tight compression shorts underneath.

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to feel a thing.” Stated Wavell as his eyes glowed once more. It was then that a bright flash of light enveloped him and Micheal forcing Adam to cover his eyes. It only lasted a couple of seconds but when the light dissipated, Micheal was nowhere to be seen. Only his clothes were left as the black shorts fell to ground atop of the now empty pair of socks and trainers. The white compression shorts Micheal had been wearing were still in Wavell’s hand as he held them gently now.

Micheal had no clue what had just happened. The weird middle aged looking dude just grabbed him and now all of a sudden he felt so light and…hollow. The first thing he saw was the smirking face of that dude again but now it was from a lower angle, as if he were being held by the man somehow. He also couldn’t ignore the strong smell that seemed almost identical to his own crotch. Micheal was just able to look down at himself to realise that he in-fact wasn’t himself, he’d been turned into the pair of compression shorts he’d been wearing.

“This’ll do just fine.” Wavell said before turning to Adam who looked on in confusion. “I’ve trapped him inside these shorts he was wearing. He can still see, hear, feel, taste and smell with his spiritual form in their but besides that he’s completely helpless.” Wavell continued with a tad too much enjoyment. “Now all you’ve got to do is put him on and his life and body will become yours Adam.”

Mr Wavell told Adam to strip down. Adam hesitated for a moment but did as Wavell instructed. Once he’d done so, Wavell handed the compression shorts over to Adam. As he did Micheal was freaking out after hearing Wavell had just said. He didn’t want this Adam guy to take over his life. Yet there was nothing he could do as Adam slipped his legs into the compression shorts one at a time before pulling them up. Micheal protested all he could but it made no difference as Adam pulled him over his ass and crotch.

“So, how long will it ta-uuaahh” Adam cut himself off as he groaned. An unfamiliar sensation began to race through his body. His feet were first as they grew many sizes larger before his calves bulked slightly. His thighs however ballooned to a massive degree as those compression shorts started to fit a little tighter. His ass was next as it filled out growing larger with muscle until it became the perfect, round bubble butt. By this point Adam’s cock was as hard as ever, leaking with pre-cum into the shorts, and yet the transformation caused it to grow even longer, fatter and harder. Adam continued to groan in pleasure as his balls swelled with growing larger with the same cum Micheal one held. Now the shorts fit nice and tight as Adam’s hips and waist resized. The changes were far from over as any fat on Adam’s stomach melted only to be replaced with pure muscle mass as a set of powerful abs carved themselves on his body. His chest then began pulsing as Adam’s pecs started to swell larger and larger until they were the size of watermelons. The shoulders and traps then quickly followed suit bulking with muscle before Adam couldn’t help but flex as his arms grew bigger. Biceps and triceps becoming so much larger and powerful with hard muscle. Last but not last came the head. Adam’s face grew younger along with the rest of his body as his features altered to match that of Micheal’s. Before long Adam adorned Micheal’s soft brown eyes, messy brown hair and short beard.

Finally the sensation subsided as Adam was able to catch his breath at last. He looked down at himself in disbelief. It was as if he now owned the body of a Greek God. Adam simply couldn’t help himself as he flexed his new massive guns, taking turns feeling them with each hand. Of course he couldn’t ignore the huge new muscle titties that sat on his chest now as he started groping and flexing them as well. He also couldn’t help but dig his nose into his new sweaty pits to get a good whiff of the post workout smell.

“See. I said you’d enjoy this body.” Wavell sniggered. Adam was so enthralled by his new body that he’d almost forgotten Wavell was there. “Now don’t be afraid to take those shorts off. They may have transformed you but now they’ve done so, this form is permanent. Besides I’m sure you want to get a better look at what’s underneath.” He said looking down at the obscene bulge in Adam’s compression shorts.

Adam turned a strutted over to the mirror across from them. He admired his muscles a little more for a moment before the shorts down to his ankles “fuuuuuuuck” Adam muttered as he grabbed his new cock. It was massive and felt as though it was ready to blow considering how sensitive it was. He gave it a few tugs causing him to moan a little before letting go, allowing the monster to buck involuntarily.

Adam then decided he wanted to get a better look at his new glutes as he turned his backside to the mirror. He just loved how big a juicy they looked. When he flexed them they were as hard as steel but relaxed they felt squishy and jiggly. Adam then reached one finger between his crack to test something but it was just as he thought. The moment his finger came anywhere near his hole it tightened instinctively meaning this guy definitely used to be straight. Well not anymore. This ass was way too good to not get a plowing in the near future.

As much as he wanted to tease his ass a little more. Adam could no longer ignore his cock. It was begging for release at this point. He was about to begin pumping when Wavell chirped up once again.

“Hows about you let me help with that. Think of it as your way of thanking me.” Wavell stated as walked over the Adam before kneeling in front of the massive cock. Wavell opened his mouth and began sucking like a pro. Adam was completely taken aback as he groaned once again with deep pleasure in his new voice. Wavell swiftly bobbed his head back on forth on the cock, somehow taking Adam’s entire length without even the slightest gag. Whoever he was he certainly knew how to work those bearded lips of his around a huge cock that’s for sure.

“Fuuuuuck! I’m gonna—“ Adam didn’t even get to finish before Wavell grabbed onto Adam’s ass as his dick let loose torrents of hot cum down Wavell’s throat. Wavell gulped it all down greedily, sucking every last drop of cum out of Adam’s cock before finally pulling off it, a bit of cum dribbling down his beard.

“Ahhh now that was refreshing.” Wavell confessed as he got back up onto his feet. “Well it seems my work here is done. You should be getting Micheal’s memories to kick in about 10 minutes from now. You’ll then know where your new home is and whatever else you need to know to play out his life as if it were your own.” He looked down at the compression shorts Adam had began pulling back up. “And the real Micheal gets to watch.”

Wavell began to float off the ground once again. “Well, I’m off to have some more fun. Have fun with your new body Adam. Or should I say Micheal? That is your new name now.” Mr Wavell laughed before seemingly disappearing into thin air leaving Adam alone.

“You enjoying yourself down there? Being pressed against your own dick and balls?” Adam sniggered, grinning down at his compression shorts, enjoying this a little more than he probably should be right now.

Micheal on the other hand had finally given up. The whole time he’d been screaming and protesting as this body snatchers groped his body and even more so when he got his dick sucked by another guy. Now however he realised there was nothing he could do as his thoughts became foggier while the sweat and smell from his own balls was constantly absorbed into the fabric. He looked up to see his own face smirking down at him. No, not his face anymore because now, he was nothing more than a pair of compression shorts.

Meanwhile Adam decided to open the bag that’d been in Micheal’s locker only to pull out a pair of grey sweatpants. Adam knew who incredible they’d look on his new body so he pulled them on and got a good look at himself in the mirror. Damn they really made his ass pop. He couldn’t help but grab Micheal’s phone and take a quick photo. Maybe he’d post it to one of his new socials later.

Now all he had to do was wait for these memories to kick in…

A Body Stealer Tale: Jogger

I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when I heard the door opening and closing, indicating that my boyfriend had returned from his morning jog.

But I almost dropped the pan I was holding when this tall and fit black man came into the kitchen. I had never seen him before, so I was left completely frozen on the spot, staring at him with scared eyes.

The man then opened his vest and looked down at his fit body.

"What do you think of this one babe? Isn't he a catch?" He asked.

I sighed in relief, it was my boyfriend in another man's body. "Babe, I told you already to warn me when you wear a new body, you will end up giving me a heart attack!"

My boyfriend was a scientist; years ago, he developed a bodysuit serum; he could turn anyone we wanted into a wearable bodysuit and wear them. Today, he went to jog in his overweight white body and came back as this hot black stud.

"I like him, where did you find him?" I asked, walking towards him and feeling up his hard pecs and pecs.

"I found him jogging at the park, got him the injection from behind, then dragged him under a bridge," He said flexing his muscular arms. I cupped his biceps and played with his dark nipples a little.

"I don't like it when you use the serum in public. It's too risky. We already moved cities because you couldn't stop harvesting men. I don't want the police to investigate us again."

"Oh please, stop the bullshit, I know you love this!" He said; he then roughly bent me over against the balcony and pulled down my shorts. He gave my ass a hard slap and kneeled behind me then started giving my ass a proper eating.

I let out a loud moan as I felt the man's beard pressing between my ass cheeks. Standing up, he pulled down his grey shorts, grabbed his thick shaft, and slowly shoved it into my ass.

I felt his big manly hands around my waist as he started thrusting hard. "You're telling me you don't love getting fucked by a different cock?" He grunted, his thrusts becoming more savage and primal, "The cock of a straight guy who would never fuck your hungry ass if it wasn't for your loving boyfriend wearing them?"

"I.... I love it!" I moaned.

Aniversario

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.

Jimmy's pov

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.