thecorrupt99

[thecorrupt99]

Fuck! Wrong Body!

I can only jump bodies every few years and this fuckin' man had to jump to my eye line! I was ready to jump, to swap bodies with this hot athletic dude I've been watching for several weeks. I've got it all planned out. I'd switch bodies with him, take his money and live the same as I'd usually done; fucking and getting fucked and making sure this body is shown to the world. But goddammit, when I was finally ready to swap, I didn't waste one second and immediately tracked this dude. I took a deep breath and staring intensely at him, concentrating on him and only him. Then an old man passed by. It was instantaneous. I felt my spirit leave this vessel I'd been inhabiting and move to the older man. From behind a pillar, I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of a street, strange sensations coming over me as this body's senses kicked in.

I was stuck shocked for a moment, and behind the pillar a man was lying on the ground slowly waking up. I stared at the body I wanted to switch to. "You need something?" he said. I stare at his handsome face—the face I could've be as for several years.

"I—" my voice was much deeper. I suddenly felt the weight of this body. His blue polo shirt clung to his body. It was obviously a few sizes too small. I stare at my new gut. The realization finally dawned on me. "Fuck!"

People look in my direction, but I'm too upset to notice. "Goddammit! Why the fuck were you here?!" My voice was much deeper and older than my old body. I stare at his arms, then touch his face. Bearded. I touch his belly.

"Ugh," I groan, this weight very unfamiliar to me. I've mostly switched to athletes, those muscular jock types, so this was extremely different to what I'm used to. Soft music played in his ears and I throw the air pods away in frustration.

"Uhh." The athletic dude looked at me like I was crazy and left. I stare with a sigh as I see his body disappearing into the crowd. That could've been my body.

"Honey? What's wrong?" I hear a female voice from behind me say. I turn around. A woman, in her fifties, maybe. She's looking at me with deep concern. "What's wrong, honey? Are you feeling alright?"

I open my mouth, then close it shut. Without a word, I walk away from her quickly. I hear her echoes as I make my way deeper through the streets.

I run in this heavy, slow body. Everything feels jarring. When switching bodies, every element of your being needs time to reassess. The memories in the brain come in fragments, where it usually takes weeks to months to learn it all, but the thing that immediately makes it clear that you're in another body is the sensation. The physicality of it. For muscle jocks, everything is leaner, tighter, and easier. It's easy to bend his body, to jump, hell, it's easy to breathe. But this body is almost the exact opposite. His shirt is constricting his body. I'm still not sure why he decided to wear something a few sizes too small. His beard scratches his face. His belt cling to his body, his gut held. I feel so heavy and tired, or at least not as energetic as my past body used to be.

I take out his phone and open the camera.

I sigh. I suppose this beard is pretty cool. But I'm really not okay with the idea of being stuck in this body for a few years. He and his wife probably got kids, who'd come looking for him. That won't be a problem, but I tried not to switch bodies with men that had too many attachments. I walk through a random street, trying to get used to the way his body moves. No one's paying me any mind. It kind of feels nice, for a change. One time I switched with this dude who modelled, and the entire time I felt everyone's eyes on my body. But no one's paying me any attention now. I'm just another father vacationing with his family.

"Dario." The name comes out of this new body all of a sudden. "My name is Dario," I mutter in his voice. The details feel so hazy, as my new and old memories are still figuring out space. My name is Dario. I have a wife and two kids, one adult and one in college. I dig deep into his mind for more information about this man. Nothing yet but those key details.

I stop in a nearby café to focus, trying to gather out any of his old life. Not that it's gonna be much use, since I already have a plan to do, but it's always important to make sure that the body you're inhabiting won't bring any problems. I try to imagine myself not as me—but as Dario, a husband and a father of two. I make his body smile.

I'm sure anyone who knows Dario well can see something off. That the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. That's naturally how it goes at first. If you plan on keeping this body's life and family, be sure to blend in with all his quirks and subtle movements.

I stare at his hairy arms, patting his belly and stroking the bulge in his trousers. I sigh. I just can't help think of the body I was supposed to switch to. This athletic dude with giant biceps and strong legs. I'd look at his body, and watch myself stroking his muscular chest, and muscular arms, talking dirty as I smelled his musk, then I'd...

I feel this body stiffen. I feel his cock harden and I give it a stroke, involuntarily letting out a moan (which earned several glances from people). Huh. This cock is... not bad at all, actually. It's average in size, but—I move his body in a more comfortable position, making sure to hide below the table—it's... thick as a beer can. "Alright," I mutter, enjoying the warmth of his thick cock permeating from his trousers. There's some silver lining after all.

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It's been a few months in this body. I'm still not completely sure if I like it. After the day I switched with him, I kept my current plan and cut off communication with this body's old life. I'm sure his family must be devastated, but I'll take good care of this body. He is much hairier than the usual ones I'd switch to, much older, definitely, but he's unexpectedly much more virile than I thought. He could last almost as long as those muscle jock dudes I've switched to.

And the attention! It's even different now. One walk at a bar and I still get a lot of glances, now usually from bears and twinks, (and I was much more into bodybuilders and jock types) but I don't hate it after all. His first time getting fucked was rough, and his ass was sore for a while, but I enjoyed watching this body getting plowed by a hairy bear who insisted on calling me daddy.

Memories of this body's life continue to flood, and it felt bad leaving his tenured professor job without a trace, but I'd say I'm making more use of this body by fucking and getting fucked as much as I can.

[thecorrupt99]

In His Sneakers

I went out hunting at my local college campus. There’s plenty of young vulnerable guys who are unaware of the dangers they live through day-to-day. I was wearing Andreas to start the hunt, but I knew I wouldn’t be going home in him.

He was typical of the young men I was hunting so I wanted to blend in. As much as I like, wearing Latino men, I was looking for something different today. I was hoping I would find someone with a little more swagger.

Andreas shared some classes with Jerome. I saw them talking before I harvested him. Although I didn’t know the details of their relationship he seems like a pretty good target. He was a black man with braids that had that swagger I was looking for. He complemented my fit, saying how he wished he had a pair of Jordans like mine. I offered to swap sneakers for day with him after class. He took me up on the offer and I knew I had my opportunity.

I walked with him through the halls until I found a quiet spot in the halls near the restroom to set my bag down. He sat down and started to untie his sneakers. As he was looking down distracted, I gave him the jab with the bodysuit syringe. He looked up at me with an expression of confusion and betrayal. But it was too late for him to save himself. I drug his quickly hallowing body into the restroom for the harvest.

Jerome was just the kind of guy I was looking for. He has that effortless swagger, a killer style, and a handsome face. I’m excited to wear his dark skin. Although this was definitely a betrayal, I kept my promise with the sneaker swap. I couldn’t help it, it pulls my new style together.

I put Andreas away and walked home in my new skin. I think I look great in it. I think it was a great hunting expedition to campus. 

[thecorrupt99]

Mystic Shop: The Good Forest (Soul Extraction Pill)

Agus lives in a small town near a forest. Although the forest is so beautiful that it attracts many tourists, Agus has lived in this town for more than 24 years and he is very bored with life in this small town.

He often went for walks in the forest, he met many people and envied them that they had a more enjoyable life than they had to live here.

One day, he was walking in the forest and he came across a mysterious shop. He was certain that this shop had never existed in this forest before. When he entered, a handsome young man greeted him with a smile.

He said hello to the customer, are you interested in changing anything?

Agus was a little surprised by the question, so he asked tentatively.

How did you know I wanted to change?

The clerk smiled before speaking confidently: Because our shop will only appear in front of those who want to change their lives. Our Mystic Shop can appear anywhere when someone wants to change, and of course in front of those who can pay us a reasonable price.

Agus was puzzled: But I don't have much money. You must have come the wrong way. Agus said scornfully.

The officer smiled again: Of course, we know that you don't have enough money to use our service, but because we run a special promotion for those who don't have much money and are destined to receive a change.

Agus looks puzzled. What is it?

Staff: It's a special contract. Most of our customers tend to abandon their original bodies, so we have come up with a special promotion for you to sacrifice your own body to get something better.

Better yet, this is the result of this promotion. The salesperson takes out a potion. A potion that will cause the soul of the eater to leave their body and take over someone else's body. You can take it, but you must promise us that if you get a new body, you will have to share 5% of the profit from the new body. You and your old body will be the rights holders of the Mystic Shop.

Agus agreed with the idea, he signed a contract to receive the soul-extraction drug, the clerk added, “That’s good, when you take the drug and get a new body, your old body will disappear and come to this store, once you become our customer, you will be able to know where our store is at all times, thank you for using our service.” As soon as he finished speaking, the store slowly darkened, when he came to, Agus was standing in the dark, at first he thought he must be daydreaming, but when he looked in his shirt pocket, he found the drug he had signed a contract to receive, he was certain that this was definitely not a dream.

Days later, he tried to find a body good enough to be his new body. Finally, he came across a cyclist who came into the forest near his town.

As he sat resting on the bridge, Agus took the pill. His soul floated out of his body and slowly floated towards it.

Agus' soul floated towards the young man, the soul entered the young man's body through the mouth of the young man's body, the soul of Agus penetrated the young man's throat, the soul's penis hardened inside the young man's body, the body twitched, the lucky young man's penis hardened in the tight cloth, now Agus' soul was filling every part of the young man's hand completely, the young man's body slowly moaned comfortably, fuck this is so good, Agus received the new body of this young cyclist.

Agus went to his old body and found it gone. “My old body, now I will live a new life as this young cyclist.”

He used his hand to stroke the new body's erect penis. "I can't wait." This forest is full of good things. Then he pulled out his hard cock and used it to reach his climax.

Yes, I like this feeling as the semen shoots out of his cock. He sees in the pocket of the biker boy that there is a lot of money. “That will be a good investment in my new life. Look, this money will help me to increase my comfort in my new life a lot. For the special medicine that can read memories that I secretly saw in the catalog in that shop.” He said while licking the semen that flowed all over his stomach.

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[thecorrupt99]

[thecorrupt99]

Shocking

Over the past three years, I’ve had a thing for one of my coworkers. Nick is perfect; good looking, smart, funny, quiet, strong. Dark hair, dreamy eyes. Perfect package. The only problem is…he’s straight (and married). So I basically have no chance with him. Eventually though, I stopped admiring from afar and started talking to him. We actually became pretty good friends. He still has not idea that I’d fuck him blind, if he asked. Nick recently invited me over to his house for the first time. I was stoked. I mean it’s great I get to hang out with a friend, but I also get to learn so much more about him. Of course, the entire time I was there, I just wanted to rip his pants off. He always has the greatest bulge.

Nick was giving me a tour of his house when he showed me his bedroom. It was while we were in the bedroom, when he said he had to go to the bathroom. He walked out of the room, leaving me alone. Of course, now was my chance, I started snooping. I looked in the closet and found a pair of Under Amour underwear in his clothes basket. I smelled them. The smell of his sweat mixed with the cologne he wears….amazing. I started getting turned on. I heard the sink running in the other room, he will be back any minute. I panicked and just shoved the underwear into my pocket. We ended ended up watching a movie and then I left. Unfortunately, no sexual advances from him.

When I got home, I pulled the underwear out of my pocket. I smelled them again, instantly getting a boner. I took off my pants and rubbed one out, thinking about nothing but Nick. When I was finished I took a shower. Walking back to bedroom, I saw the underwear sitting on my bed. “What the hell” I thought, and pulled them on. Nick is a bit more muscular than I am so they didn’t fit too well. But I loved it anyway. I began walking around my house with nothing but his underwear on. Grabbing my laptop, I tried to plug in the charger when I got a pretty good shock. Like and electrocution you would se in a cartoon. I felt sick after, my whole body was aching. I went back to my bedroom to lay down.

Thats when it started. I started tensing up, seizing almost. I could barely move. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I reached for my phone, to call 911, but only knocked it off my bed. I couldn’t even think, the pain was so bad. I could barely breath and started to pass out. My arms looked like there was bugs crawling under my skin. It looked like I was changing? Everything went black.

I woke up again several hours later. I felt sick. I wanted to puke, but I just laid there. Remembering what had happened, I began looking for my phone. I rolled over and grabbed it off the floor. I had ten missed calls from Nick. “What is so important?” I thought. Then I saw my arm. There was brown hair on my arm. Thats not right. I’m blond, why would I have brown hair on my arm? I began rubbing it. Then went higher and saw my bicep. “That’s bigger, what the hell is going on?” I thought. I looked around my bedroom, everything looked normal. Sitting up, I saw my legs. So muscular, with more brown hair. I was confused, heart racing. I was still wearing Nick’s underwear, but now filling them out much better than I used to. I had a strong case of morning wood. “Is that bigger than normal”

I was still in a fog when I stood up and walked around my bedroom. Just getting out of bed made me feel better. I went into the bathroom to run some water on my face. When I looked in the mirror, I saw Nick. I jumped and turned around….nothing there. Turning back I saw him again, but I didn’t see myself. I raised my hand up, so did Nick. I was seeing my reflection, but it wasn’t my body! I was in Nick’s body! 

I backed up and hit the wall. I stared for what felt like a lifetime. I snapped out of it and rushed out of the bathroom. I grabbed my phone to call Nick, but then I saw my reflection again in a window. “That bicep” I thought. I hesitantly walked back into the bathroom and looked at the mirror again. Nick is amazingly hot….well I guess I am hot. I looked at the amazing abs I now have. Lightly covered in hair. That firm chest. I put my arms up and flexed. Admiring everything from his armpits to the v-lines on his hips. His hips. I looked lower, at that bulge again. I wanted to spend some time with Nick’s naked body….but this is not what I had in mind. It makes sense now why the underwear fits me perfectly. I ran my fingers along the waistband considering my options. I have a lot of respect for Nick. Can i really just grope his body like this? Yes. Yes I can. I put my hand inside and gripped my new equipment. It felt different. Different than mine at least. I looked at it. “I guess I’m not circumcised anymore….”

I went back to the bedroom and laid on my bed. Nicks dick was begging to get out of the underwear. I slid then underwear down his toned legs and it sprung to life. I ran my finger up and down it. Nick was at least an inch longer than me, thicker too, it was surrounded in a nice trimmed bush. I touched the tip. The extra skin is so sensitive. I pulled it back and looked at the head. Nicks cock curved slightly to the right, but I loved it. I wrapped by hand around it and began stroking it. I let out a moan. Without letting go of my borrowed cock, I reached into my nightstand and grabbed some lube. I put it directly on my cock and kept stroking. I was almost screaming. Making noises i had never heard Nick make. I could feel everything building up inside me, then I exploded. Launching a warm stream of cum onto my chest. Watching it roll down my abs. Nick’s dick is so sensitive, I am almost mad that my parent’s had me circumcised. I cleaned myself up and then heard my doorbell ring.

I didn’t even realize I was still only wearing underwear when I answered the door. It was me….well my body. “Nick?” I said.

“Shane?” my body replied.

“Yea…”

He was looking up and down, examining my current body. “Is that my underwear?!” he shouted. I looked down, still having a partial erection.

“Umm…yea” I replied.

“How did you get those? Why are you even wearing them?”

“Look, that’s not important. We obviously switched bodies and we need to figure out how to switch back” I said.

He couldn’t stop looking at my body. He was breathing heavy and mumbling. Wait. That is how I acted when I was watching Nick. He is turned on! Did he get my hormones with m body? I stepped closer to him. I could see him sweating. I grabbed his hand and pulled it towards me. He pulled away at first, but let it happen. I put his hand on my cock. I though he was going to pass out. I could see my old dick growing in his pants. I pulled him inside. Dropped my underwear. He just stared.

“I know that’s mine…but I want it in a whole new way now” he said.

“I know what you want” I replied, “So do it”

He kneeled down and took me into his mouth.

[thecorrupt99]

🐅

[thecorrupt99]

Qué Mierda Hiciste

“¿Qué carajo…?” you mutter, the words slipping out instinctively. You blink, surprised at your own voice—deep, rich, with a slight accent you don’t recognize. A phone buzzes on the counter. The name “Ernesto” flashes across the screen. Is that you now? Ernesto? You pick up the phone and swipe through the messages—long threads in Spanish.

“Dios mío,” you whisper, running a hand through your hair, the texture foreign and strange. Your fingers trail down your chest, brushing thick hair and the hard ridges of muscle. You flex your arms, veins rippling, and catch sight of a tattoo on your forearm you don’t remember getting. It’s overwhelming. You feel strong, powerful—but so out of place.

You glance outside. A neighbor waves and calls out, “¡Oye, Ernesto!” You nod back awkwardly, not sure what to say. The way people look at you is different—some nod with friendliness, others glance away quickly, avoiding your gaze. You’ve never felt this noticed before, but it’s not all good. There’s a sense of disgust in the way they act toward you.

You mutter to yourself, “¿Qué hago ahora?” A pang of panic hits. This wasn’t supposed to happen. That website said that you were supposed to regain your youth—not end up trapped in the body and life of some random young kid.

A faint, sour smell hits you, and you wrinkle your nose. It’s coming from you—your body. You lift an arm and take a sniff, flinching at the strong, sweaty odor. “¿En serio? ¿Ni desodorante?” you mutter, annoyed. You search the small, messy room for answers. A pile of dirty clothes sits in the corner, and an empty beer bottle balances on the windowsill. You spot a crumpled envelope on the dresser. Inside is a piece of paper: overdue rent notice. A second later, the door creaks open, and a woman steps in—sharp-eyed, arms crossed. “Ernesto, ¿otra vez en la cama todo el día? ¿Cuándo vas a buscar trabajo?” she snaps. Your stomach sinks. She’s stunning, and your brown dick immediately stirs. But the way she glares at you makes it clear: she’s done with you. And then it clicks—this is your ex. You’re living with your ex. No job, no plan, no clue how to fix this. “¿Qué mierda hiciste, Ernesto?” you whisper under your breath, realizing just how deep you’re in.

[thecorrupt99]

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[thecorrupt99]

New to this whole story writing thing, but I decided that if I wanted content -maybe I should write some myself instead? It’s pretty amateurish/garbage compared to the multitude of accomplished writers for M2M stuff on tumblr, but yeah… :P Here’s a dumb little snippet I wrote for my own enjoyment…

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POSSESSING MY ROOMMATE

I looked over to the side and saw Connor undressing, his thick bulging cock clearly visible from within his tight black spandex briefs. I wait a few moments for him to fall asleep - since it usually takes him quite a long time, and was left in the cold, awkward silence. A few hours later, I noticed some snores in his general direction and decided that now was the perfect opportunity. I slipped out of my physical body and opened my eyes. In my astral form, it was quite easy to see in the dark and I could clearly see him with his eyes closed, clearly heavily asleep. I floated on over and kneeled down so that I could observe his face. Having a very rugged and sharp cheek, it was no wonder why all the girls flocked to him. His heavy darkset eyelids, alongside his scruffy little beard, and his short but stocky build made him seem like a little bear. I couldn’t wait to use his body to mess around with my own physical body just across from him - passed out on the bed.

Now I just have to decide on the best way to possess him - do I want him to notice - or not? I decided that I wanted to enter his body slowly and gradually without him noticing. First, I laid down on the bed, careful to not possess the rest of his body until I was ready. I carefully slipped both of my legs within his stocky, built, and hairy legs that had been toned heavily through years of soccer and felt a sudden warmth entangle my legs. “Woah…” I muttered - a bit shaken - even though I had done this multiple times. I had always wanted to be inside of Connor ever since orientation, and now was finally my chance. I wiggled around my toes a little, causing him to shake and mumble in his sleep. I began fitting my cock which paled in comparison to the monster bulge from Connor’s briefs. I noticed that upon completion, my new cock was engorging, elongating. It began pressing heavily against the tight spandex tight briefs that Connor was wearing and he shifted in his bed, clearly uncomfortable - but he wasn’t fully awake yet.

Careful not to disturb him anymore than I needed to, I laid still a bit - enjoying the flopping around of my new monster cock from the random shifts caused by him turning and tossing with the use of his upper body which I hadn’t touched yet. This is going to be a wild night for Connor - he has completely no idea what I have in store for him and his cute little cub body. I looked over to my original body and licked my lips in preparation of the disgusting, defiling, vile things I was going to do on it with this body - and Connor wouldn’t even know it. I pressed down on his hairy, toned, muscular abs and pushed my hands through his own until they were in place. I tightly flexed my new abs a bit - making them dance - causing a look of discomfort to arise on Connor’s face. I was now completely in control of Connor’s place save for his head - and I was curious to see how he would react if I was to mess around with him now while he had the chance to talk. I moved his hairy muscular hands across down to my new painful, throbbing, cock, and began feeling it up and down. Holy shit. It was nearly 8 inches in length and was an uncut monster. I rubbed along his cock and noticed his pubes and his thick balls around my new hands as I caressed it. It was then when Connor’s eyes shot wide open and he noticed what his hands were doing with his cock. “W-what the fuck!?!? N-no… what’s happening to me?” He moaned as a wave of exhilaration rushed through him. His eyes now wide open - it was evident he was fearful about what was happening. I used this chance to push the covers off my new body and to stand up. My astral head was lopsided - not fully within Connor’s head yet - but I wanted to keep it that way to see his reaction in the mirror.

Feeling myself up as I walked to the mirror with my phone- I rub my hands up and down his carved torso, making sure to feel up every crevice and admiring the toned body that I had always wanted. “N-no…” Connor groaned as I squeezed his sensitive nipples and caused some pre-cum to leak out of his cock. Arriving at the mirror in front of the door, I looked through my astral form at the new body that I had at my disposal in amazement. The toned legs, bulging cock, beautiful chiseled abs, and stubby beard - it was all I ever dreamed of. I decided I had to save some of this and snapped some pictures to send to my phone for… future reference. As I looked into his eyes I noticed that his eyes were completely wide with fear. “W-why am I doing this… I-I can’t move my body! Someone h-help!” Taking in his fear, I made sure to keep close contact with the mirror to see his reaction as I grab his cock through his silky boxers (he always was a rich boy - I was jealous of his endowment - both physical and monetary) and caused it to grow back to a massive 8 inches. I began rapidly pumping it excitement with one of Connor’s muscular hands and twiddling his nipples with the other. The image in the mirror was a sight to behold. This straight, white cub jacking off to his own body while his eyes looked on with horror gave me even more fuel to keep going. “UNNNGH… THIS ISN’T RIGHT - I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE OF THIS - GET OUT OF ME YOU FUCKER!” Connor screamed with desperation while shaking his head and closing his eyes in order to avert the image of his body being defiled - and as he closed his eyes - my vision went dark as well. I repositioned my ghostly form to fit within his new head and Connor’s body spasmed and shook as he fell to the ground.

Opening my eyes, I noticed that I was naked and that I was seeing from Connor’s eyes. I was still on the ground looking at Connor’s erect dick - twitching slightly as precum began leaking from it. The tight black spandex that Connor was wearing were still entangled around my new hairy, muscular legs. Groaning, I noticed my voice had become much deeper than I was accustomed to and coughed a bit as I attempted to clear out my throat. I stood up, and immediately experienced vertigo as I attempted to regain balance - Connor was nearly 6'3" and was so much taller than I was. I looked in the mirror. The fear out of his eyes were completely gone, replaced instead by lust, passion, and thirst. I took in everything I saw - from his perfectly styled auburn hair, dark brooding eyes, hairy stubble - everything was in order. “Fuck yeah, I’m a little fucking asshole and I’m hottest shit on this campus. You wish you could fucking have this god of a body, don’t you…?” I started moaning and groaning using his dirty voice and stared at his member - continuing to pump that sucker - faster and faster. I started gasping as I began swinging Connor’s cock up and down, breathing deeply as my heartbeat rapidly increased. Connor played soccer, so naturally his athletic body would be able to handle the amount of physical labor I was forcing upon it. I squeezed Connor’s face tight as I felt it coming on and noticed Connor’s face in the mirror doing the same. I stuck out his tongue and winked in the mirror and was delighted to see him mimic my actions. “AGHHHHH” I screamed out and felt the cum launch out from Connor’s cock in spurts - rapidly on the mirror. I immediately repositioned his cock toward my mouth and swallowed the intense shots coming from his cock down his throat without hesitation.

Exhausted, I fell down to ground and took a moment to look back at the mirror. I saw Connor’s face in mirror and I gloried in the glistening sweat and pleasure that I had obtained from my straight roommate - winking and posing finger guns for the mirror, “Damn… you’re a fucking thirsty whore - aren’t you Connor?” I growled seductively. I glanced over at my body still laying on my bed, and an idea came over my mind. “I don’t think I’m done for the night yet, I know that there’s a certain someone who might appreciate some thick Connor cock in this room…”

[thecorrupt99]

Keeping Up Appearances

by nonotnolan

“I’m ready to switch back whenever you are,” I said, looking up from my spot on the couch.  My scrawny body had just come back from class, and I could only assume that Dylan was ready to get out of it.  “I passed your Physics Midterm with flying colors, and as an added bonus, you had a pop quiz in Trigonometry that I aced for you.”

He breathed a sigh of relief.  “Peter, once again, I’m in your debt.  This is, what, the fifth test you’ve passed for me?  Anyway, let’s switch back.”  

He gestured over to the now-familiar body swap device in the closet.  We both slipped on the device’s headbands, and I closed my eyes as Dylan started up the machine.  It had a tendency to swap without warning, and the sudden change in vision was very jarring.  I stood there, waiting, listening to the various clicks and thumps of the machine.  Nothing.  Then several thumping sounds.  I cautiously opened one eye, only to see my body angrily pounding the device.

“It’s not working!” Dylan yelled.  “Why isn’t it working?”  He spun around on his heels, staring me down before I could even react.  “You!  What did you do to the machine?  You’re trying to steal my body, aren’t you?”

I felt myself panicking, despite being in the taller and stronger body.  “Dylan, I swear, whatever is happening, I didn’t do it.  I swear!  If I was gonna steal your body, I would have done it ages ago!  This is… some sort of malfunction or something!”

“I… shit, you’re right…” he paused, stroking his chin.  “I just… I have no idea what’s wrong with this damn thing.  And now we’re stuck like this.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” I said, trying to steady my excitement.  This was Dylan’s body, not mine.  It wouldn’t be right to steal it.  “We can… we can just stay home this weekend.  Until we fix the machine.”

“Yeah, I… shit, no you can’t!  I finally got invited to one of the football team’s keggers!  Do you know how unheard of that is for a second string?  I can’t not be there!  I… you’re gonna have to go to that party for me, Peter.”

I could not believe my luck.  “Dylan, are you serious?  I can’t… Dylan, those parties are swarming with sorority girls!  What happens if someone wants to have sex with me?”

He paused, reached into his sock drawer, and tossed me several condoms.  “No glove, no love,” he said.

“Are you serious!?  I… Dylan, you want me to get laid?  In your body?”

He placed a hand on my shoulder.  “Look, I know this is weird as hell.  But… I have a reputation to maintain.  If someone wants to have sex with the D-man, I’ve got to be a stud.  Besides, I… trust you, okay?  You’ve been in my body so many times, and you haven’t betrayed my trust at all.  You’ve earned it.  Get drunk, get laid, and have a good time.  Really.”

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I watched my former body head out the door, eager to attend his first party.  Peter had no idea that I was the reason the body swap machine no longer worked.  A few more convincing acts, and I think I can convince him to keep my body for good.

I’ll miss those muscles, that’s for sure.  But I won’t miss my ugly face, and I sure as hell won’t miss my conservative, overbearing parents.  There was no way they would have let me major in anything other than Finance or Business, and if they found out I was gay, they would flat-out disown me.  Nah, Peter will be a much better son for them.  Meanwhile, I’ve met Peter’s parents before, and I doubt they’ll care that their son suddenly comes out as gay and decides to major in Theatre.  Hell, they might actually support me.

I quickly changed clothes, and took a quick picture of Peter’s body.  He’s actually quite the sexy otter– he just doesn’t have enough self-confidence to realize it.  I smile, and save the photo to my phone.  This will make a great Grindr profile pic.  In the meantime, tonight should be a good night to check out the local gay bars.  My new life as Peter is going to be great!

[thecorrupt99]

Change of Plan

Disclaimer: This story is inspired by “Possession Story Please Add” on Writing.Com

Roy was the captain of the football team and was very respected by the whole school. This is exactly I decided to use him for my revenge. The brown-haired wonder has no idea that his friend, Mike, was possessed by me. You see, Mike used to always bully me, but not anymore. When Roy was busy putting on his shirt, I pulled down his pants and sucked his cock off. Much to my biggest surprise, I actually liked it. I was still a virgin, so all of this was new to me. But what a great way to start. Roy’s tool was so big and hard, and it tasted great.

“What the fuck?!” he shouted as he kicked off.

Dear God, Roy’s voice sounded so masculine, and that kick, he was a tough guy. I licked Mike’s lips as I admired his gorgeous shirtless body. Shit, I think that I’m gay. Anyway, I better leave before Roy starts beating my vessel. 

Mike stammered and looked around, he did not seem to have any idea what I had just done. It might have been interesting to hear what he was saying alas I could not hear him over the barrage of shocked exclamations and snide comments the other players were ow making towards him.

“Hey Mike what the fuck?” shouted one of them.

“I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” said another. Followed by every corner of the locker room now.

“Gay.”

“I don’t think Roy can be bought off that way, man.”

“Fag!”

While this was going on Roy seemed to be in a state of shock and Mike was seemed to be letting out questions. Roy seemed to see his confusion. After quickly pulling up his pants, he took a moment to calm the other team members.

“Mike come with me. You’re going to explain to me why you just did that,” he said.

Wow a leader, I like that.  The comments died down, as a very confused and embarrassed Mike followed Roy into the bathroom.

Naturally, I followed. Roy seemed to be trying his best to remain cool-headed in the situation. Wanting to make things worse for Mike, I had an idea. It would be much less awkward than what I had just done to Roy. But much less enjoyable for him.

“Your turn, big boy.”

I glided down and into Roy. It was an odd fit, Roy was built like a tank. He convulsed for a few seconds while I “saddled in”, this stallion. 

“Roy, are you okay?” Mike asked.

“N-noo! UNNG! Something is… INSIDE ME! ARGGHHH!”

Damn, he was a fighter, but my possession powers and my will for revenge can match his alpha mind. Roy groaned as I asserted my perverted soul on him. Once in control, I stretched I head from side to side getting used to the reflexes of my new hulking form. I casually glanced in one of the bathroom mirrors, combed Roy’s shaggy brown hair and flexed a bicep. 

“Fuck Roy, change of plan! I’m gonna bang so many hot chicks with your body. You sexy fucker,” you said as you watched Roy’s manly body.

Mike seemed to have noticed the temporary convulsions and sudden change in mode and asked,

“Um R-Roy, are you alright?”

Quickly focusing your attention back on Mike you turned to him, not even trying to hide your cruel look on Roy’s innocent face.

“Hey Mike, what do you think of this gun?” you said as you flexed your sturdy right bicep.

“Hm, it’s okay, I guess,” Mike answered.

You felt anger pulsates in your veins. With all of your strength, you punched the glass in front of you, before turning toward Mike. The blonde jock shivered in fear as you put him in a chokehold.

“Just okay? Don’t you see how big this python is?” you forced Roy to say as you squeezed Mike between your muscular arm.

“Uff! Yeah yeah, it’s big! Leave me now!” Mike asked.

“Not now, Troy Bolton. You humiliated me in front of the whole team, you faggot. So I’m gonna punish your queer ass!”

With the other hand, you stripped Mike of his shorts and removed your towel. Seems like your plan has changed again. Apparently, Roy is attracted to guys. Perhaps possessing him had made you like him. 

“Please, Roy, I’m sorry! Don’t- Aarrgh!”

Mike yelled as you shoved your giant member in his hole.You nibbled his ear as you thrusted in him. 

“Looks like someone’s enjoying this,” you said as you noticed Mike getting hard.

“Fuck Roy, don’t stop please!” Mike begged.

You smiled and pushed harder. You could feel the sweat on Roy’s chiseled abs, making your lower body hotter and hotter. Suddenly, you rocketted cum inside Mike’s tight ass. As he squirmed around, you led him to the showers.

“Hmm, Roy what about the team?” asked Mike.

“Shut up. I’m taking the decision for the three of us now,” you said.

“Huh, don’t you mean, the two of us?”

You laughed with your deep voice before you planted your lips on his.

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One week later.

Damn, life as Roy has been the best thing that you have ever experienced. The whole town was at your feet. Your worst bully was now your cum dumpster. And you now had the perfect body. The coach loves your change of personality. Roy used to be a nice, always playing safe, but you were not afraid to be much more aggressive than he used to be. The past Roy had written some cute sissy speech to come out to his parents. You threw it away and sent a sextape of you and Mike to your father.

Everyone wonder what has happened to good ol’ Roy, well he is still here. In the back of his mind, watching you in full control of his Apollon body.

[thecorrupt99]

So Many Opportunities

You can say things were not going well for me at this time. Wrong place at the wrong time and getting busted. You don't even have to know a group of people.

If you're in their company and they're getting busted , you're going with.

I had nothing to do with it, but here I am. I am transported across state lines. Soon to stand before a judge.

The police officer you see really didn't care about transferring me. I just wanted to be done and be gone. That's when to slip up happened.

Thank you , and he thought I was locked up, and I wasn't.

It was Logan's first time on jury duty , so he really didn't know what to do. You know how you feel when you get that envelope in the mail.

He was worried about being late , so he was really, really early. He was looking around for a restroom but couldn't find one. He turned the corner and walked right into me as i'm escaping.

Talk about being in the right place ar the wrong time. Adjust my size too.

I had him so scared. he do anythingI told him And the one thing was to strip naked. I wanted his clothes.

You see him kneeling down on the floor watching me get dressed in his clothes. Write down of his socks and underwear.

I asked him how he got he.

He told me to took the train in. As I stand over him, dressed as him.

There was no help for me.

And this guy kneeling before me. Completely naked. I tossed all my prison clothes in the trash can when he wasn't looking.

I was checking myself out. His clothes fit me pretty well. As I knocked him out cold. I dragged him out of view and hid him in a janitors closet.

I found a roll of duct tapeon the shelf. I bound and gagged him. I covered him over with a painter tarp that was sitting on the shelf.

The courthouse was starting to get a little busier. I was trying to find my way out.

I need to get out. And I need to be undectected.

It's a bunch of people walking down a hallway. I don't know where they're headed but I think this is the best way to blend in.

That's when the young state trooper passes me. I can see right outside the window hiis vehicle. Maybe this is my better choice.

His head towards the bathroom.This couldn't be better.

He walked in and I followed this right behind him and never looked back. Seems to have his guard down. It tells me he's never been in the courthouse before. It also says this might be a prisoner's bathroom. I've locked the door.

The paints peeling off the walls. And the smell.

I was sizing him up. He looked about my size. Im taking an account everything he is wearing right down to his bulletproof vest.

He is so focused on taking a piss doesn't even see me.

I stood right behind him.

I knocked off his hat and grabbed him his uniform shirt collar.

I pulled him back and then smacked his head into the wall. I did this like three times.

Eventually, he was blacked out. He fell into my arms.

I went in the quick work stripping him from his uniform. Noting how everything was laid out.

Eventually was laying naked on the floor.

Young man's clothes I stole earlier. I stripped everything off. I started getting dressed as the police officer.

I was towering over him, wearing his boots to his hat. His uniform fit me pretty well. Maybe a little bagging spots but I wasn't worried.

I kept at the most important things from my earlier victim. His wallet. I broke his cell phone and tossed it in the garbage. Along with his clothes. Tossing garbage on top.

I dragged the naked police officer into a stall. Zapped him a few times with his stun gun. He was gonna be out for a while.

The underwear I had from the other guy. That I had on early. I shoved in his mouth. And I grabbed his handcuffs and handcuffed his hands to the toilet.

One last look at this young muscular trooper out naked on the toilet. I lpicked his feet up so they sat on the Handicap rails. You cannot see him from under the door.

Keeping the stalled over locked. Dressing in his full uniform, I climb over the top of the stall. I put his hat on my head put on his sunglasses covering my eye. I headed for his cruiser.

I'm trying to get away from here. As fast as I can. Not 1 but 2 naked men left behind. Out cold and tied up inside the courthouse.

I headed down the highway towards who knows where. Time to find a populated area of large enough city to blend in.

I decided to keep driving since I was in a trooper's uniform.Nobody is gonna stop me.

But I was looking for my next change. I would have taken the other guys clothes with me.But how do I walk out of a courthouse carrying another man's clothes and shoes.

I clearly cross the state by now. I pulled into a city and down an alley.

Hiding the cruiser between garages dumpsters.

I tried to act like I was doing police control on the street. That's when I spot this guy walking out of a bar. About my size and quite a bit drunk.

I came up behind him. Telling him to keep quiet and go down the alley.

When he saw I was a state trooper. He thought he was busted because he was drunk.

Not too crazy about his clothes.But its not cops uniform. And he is drunk.

I'm not talking.I'm just checking out the clothes. It looks like they will fit me just fine.

I get a hold of him and start pulling off his leather jacket.

Strip naked, I told him . Looking at me had no choice.He's got started getting undressed.

It's when I started taking off the troopers uniform that he got confused.

I grabbed his box brief from his hands and put them on myself, and started putting on his clothes. He stood there naked speechless.Watching me get dressed as him.

As soon I was standing there, wearing all his clothes. It's nice. they do fit.

I saw an empty box next to a dumpster.And I put the cop's uniform inside.

I emptied out the duty belt. I put the cops gun in my waistband behind me with a jacket covering. I pulled Items from the duty belt and put them in my pockets.

Put the empty duty belt In the box with the uniform. Closed the box and tossed it in the dumpster.

I looked at him. Should I look at your license, or do you live nearby.

It was a little hard to understand. But he says it was just down the block.

I turned them towards the wall and pulled out the gun, and hit him over the head with the butt. Watching his body fall to the ground.

I picked him up and carried him down a ways more down the alley. I tossed his naked body in a recycling bin. Covering him over with papers and cardboard. Closing the lid on him.

I headed out of the alley. Pulled out his wallet to see which direction I needed to go in. I found his apartment.

I was glad to find that he lived alone.

I stripped off his clothes and got in the shower. . Wearing just a towel.I walked through as apartment and found some food.

Then I walked into the bedroom and found some new clothes. I sat on his bed and watched the news news.

There was a story of prisoner/s escape, but they don't know who or how many since two young men were found naked.. And they're both in the hospital.

Due to the two getting blows to the head, their stories are a little bit garbled. Maybe because I was at a state prisoner.

I found a duffel bag and packed more clothes into it.

I have all 3 men's wallets. The last one I can still use. Since i'm still in his neighborhood. . But I can't use your plastic of the other 2. Because It'll leave a trail.

The last one since he was drunk. He will probably not be found until the morning. If not later. I grabbed his bag and I hit the road

Being dressed like this.I definitely blending better. I'll hop on a train. I get far away from here as possible.

Decided to get to off the train for now. I definitely like to get my hands on a suit. Have a nice dinner.

I hung out of very fine hotel to see if an opportunity would present itself and he did.

I followed him for about a block when he was about to pass an alley. I couldn't believe I looked around.There was nobody else in view. I hit the guy from behind. I was able to get him into the alley.

I'm about to switch my jeans and t shirt for his tailor-made suit.

I can't believe my luck. His suit fit me perfectly. And his sunglasses were a nice touch. And he was so nice to pay for my steak dinner.

I have a hotel room key in my pocket. Along with this cell phone and wallet.

After dinner. I checked out his hotel room. It's nice to spend the night but I don't know when they'll find his naked ass in that alley.

I checked out all the clothes he brought and I took everything with me.

I got to my little dive hotel and switched in some little more casual. I really need to hit the road before this guy is found.

I get everything packed up nice and I headed towards the train and got back on. I continuing my journey. Lucky , I have the cash from hen's wallet.

I've been moving cross country for sometime.It seems. Jumped a few guys here and there for their clothes and money.

One guy even stayed in his luxury sweet hotel suite. I had him tied up in the closet. I was passing for him for a few days. Get him sedated on his little mini vacation.

I think i've jumped enough, guys. I can actually live and use one of their identities at the same time they are.

I am an escape convict.

I'm thinking i'm moving to Arizona since it'll be far away from here. It packed everything up and jumped on a train.

I know a plane is faster, but they need I.D.

When I got to Arizona , I just put my stuff at a cheap hotel. I found a nice bar that served food, too. That's when Kyle came over.

He joked with me, saying he knew I was from out of town.

Well, for this place, it's the way you're dressed.

I told him I was thinking of moving here. He's gonna have to show me how to dress and fit in.

He commented, and he said he liked the way I was dressed. But for here, you gotta be a little more Western.

He paid both our tabs and said to follow him.

The next thing I know, i'm at his apartment. You told me to get undressed.

He walks back into the room in his underwear and saId. Now you go in my room and put on my clothes and boots.

As I was putting on his clothes , I didn't know he was putting on mine. Until I walked back into the room.

I knew you and I were the same size. Do my boots fit you, okay?

They are quite comfortable and I'd like the way your jeans fit me.

Alright , now you dressed like you belong here.

I'll just grab a cowboy. That matches this outfit. Go back out and have a few beers.

Kyle and I started hitting it off right there. I'm still using the fake name. I don't need the cops finding me here. He is already making me feel like I belong here. He did offer me a room in his place and I took it.

When I moved in. I made sure all those others' IDs disappeared. I don't need anything tracing back to the last few months. Who I really am.

He really likes wearing my clothes. The clothes I stole from all those men. But I don't mind wearing his. Like I belong here wearing them.

He's constantly going out of town out of business. So I could even be him if I wanted to. I'm already wearing his clothes and boots. With is permission.

It's got into a point where people start thinking i'm him.

I landed a job, the same one he is doing but I don't travel. And we kind of help each other out

At one point, we don't need to know who's who's. Like we are one person this whole time. And I seem to be wearing his clothes more and more and he seems to be wearing mine.

I've even been called Kyle a few times by people at the bar. I have a feeling people think I'm him.

He's pretty much wears my clothes. He goes on lots of business trips, so he's hardly around.

Without thinking, I have taken on Kyle's appearance. His hairstyles and growing my facial hair out .

And he always seems to be traveling into cities. So he cleaned himself up. He looks more like me. He took on my appearance from the day we met. And I his.

I've gotten so used to being called Kyle.

One day, Kyle had to leave in a hurry on a business trip. Since it was in the city, he grabbed the suits I stole from those other guys. He also accidentally left his wallet and grabbed the one with my fake I.D. in it. I had it remade with my photo. Since i'm living there in Arizona now.

When you got into the city. He was crossing the street and was hit by a car. He was killed instantly. This face badly disfigured. So they went by the id in the wallet.

From that point on, I was Kyle. I decided to get a new job and pose as him. I love his life.

My past life was now completely gone. Is everybody good to me?They thought I was Kyle. To me, this is the safest way to live.

My past life of running and hiding was done. I was now him. Since we took on the others' appearance when we were living together. People saw me as him, and I'll stay that way.

[thecorrupt99]

Ready to Go

I always thought I would die young. I just don’t forsee a long life ahead for me. It’s not like sad or anything I just think I’ve done all I wanted to. There’s never been like a dream job or goal I’ve ever foresaw in my future. It’s not depression or anything, if anything I think more people should be honest with themselves about being useless and just tapping out of a long life of nothingness.

See. You’ve read this long and didn’t even notice I haven’t mentioned my name. That’s because like my life, my name is equally inconsequential.

I was pondering about ways to easily tap out of life while I sat at the bus stop waiting. Eventually I got on the bus at my usual stop to take me to my usual destination when an older white man slowly waved his hand in front of my wandering gaze.

“What’s out there?” he feebly asked in a weak voice.

I’ve never been asked something on my route before. I kinda just zone out into my own mind like this and-

“Hey kid. You keep zoning out are you okay?” he interrupted my internal thought.

It’s like he knew I was talking to myself but how?

“I’m just in my own head. Sorry did you want the window seat?” I finally replied audibly.

“No. Just making sure you’re okay. Was worried you were one of those druggies or something. Whole life ahead of you and you youngins just throw it all away.”

What a presumptive thought. He really believes that young people can’t have a complex and existential inner dialogue. I think older people don’t give us enough credit. I’m complex, I think.

*hehe*

What’s he laughing at. Wait maybe he is listening to my inner dialogue? Let’s see. Lemme think of something and see how he responds. I don’t want to die, I just want to peacefully tap out of the game of existence.

Damn nothing? He isn’t going to say anything? I’m losing my mind.

“Where do you want to go in life kid?”

HE HEARD ME I KNEW IT!

“I mean let’s say you manifested it enough. Maybe I’m here to help you move on. The worst thing you can do is live a life unfulfilled. It seems like that’s how you’re living.”

“You can’t be serious…What can you do?”

“It’s not really me, more like a pact to the deities that rule existence. It’s the law of the land. Everything in this world is all about balance. Even our lives, if one aspect is out of balance it could throw the whole world out of whack.”

“So what’s out of balance? Just because I’m tired of being aimless in life? It’s not like I’m the only aimless one right?”

“Maybe you’re not the only one, but you’re the only aimless one put in my life. I have so much I wanted to do but spent too much time wasted. I wanted kids, I wanted love, I wanted it all but got sick and spent years withering away in a hospital bed.”

….why is he telling me all this? What can I do about the law of the land? If I could help him I would but he’s talking about myths and hocus pocus.

The bus made an abrupt stop next to a big park near a historical reserve in town. The old man grabbed my arm and dragged me with him off the bus, across the street to the park.

“Dude your boney arm is hurting me. I’ll follow you just let me go”

“We’re here anyway. I can feel one of the deity’s presence around us. All you have to do is say your true hearts desire out loud for it to become true. You can’t move on and I can get a chance to fix my life’s shortcomings.”

My true hearts desire? Doesn’t he get it my problem is I don’t have a desire. There’s nothing fueling me.

“That! Say that out loud.”

“I KNEW YOU COULD HEAR ME! But how?”

“Your inner dialogue was calling to me like a siren. I’m telling you I was meant to hear it. To run into you! This moment was meant to happen.”

Honestly resisting the occult is too much work anyway. I don’t know why I’m even poking and prodding into his story. What is it going to do for me in the end? He’s offering me a way out.

“I don’t have desire. I don’t have a goal. I’m not sad, I’ve lived an okay life but I’m done.”

“I want a real chance to live life. I payed my dues. Please all I ask for is a real chance.”

If felt like all the sounds of nature stopped. The sun suddenly disappeared and it felt like a spotlight appeared above us. All I could see was the old man when he disappeared in front of me. It all disappeared in front of me. Then silence. Well everything was silent from then on. My request to tap out was granted.

“Keven. I like that name, I definitely look like a Keven now. This is a good place to start I think?”

I feel bad that a young person could fall out of love with existing. There’s so much young people have to live for and he just wanted to die? I’ll live the best live for the both of us.

I’m quite the looker now too so that should probably help on the having kids and starting a family front. Although he’s a little short for my liking. You know what no I’m going to be grateful for this new life I’ve been given. There’s still some memories in my head that belong to him. I think he might be gay….well I never got to explore those things in my time but it doesn’t help the kids dream.

Whatever I think starting today I’m going to be Bi. I’m gonna search through these memories and continue working out. Seems like it has a positive impact on people’s outlook and morale. Maybe that’s where the kid went wrong. He didn’t seek ways to be happy. I’m choosing happiness and choosing to be fulfilled.

Let’s start by jerking this thick beer can growing under my shorts though…and maybe seeing if this hot couple in the gym might want a newly confident Latino twunk third.

[thecorrupt99]

Dissapointed

[thecorrupt99]

The Day Is Finally Here

My twin brother and I are identical twins, and we never got along. It seems that everything always went his way.

There's even times when I would try something and fail. My brother would do it and succeed.

Even when I went to the police academy and failed out. My brother just did it just to prove you was better than me.

He got a job right away to.

He just enjoyed proving he was better than me.

What he doesn't know, i've been drugging him on and off. And taken his place on the police force. I'll clean myself up and put on his uniform. As he sleeps from the drugs that gave him.

The last one I did for a week. You would think he's so smart? How do you lose an entire week in your life and not notice.

The funniest thing to see you never sees me. I sneak into his place and just pull off the switch. As he lays sleeping on his bed, he drugged out of his mind.

Last night, I got to his place before he did. I've done it so many times before. I hide out and watch him. And it makes his meal to eat. I'll put some in his food, so he will pass out.

Today is the day the last meal, I would say. I've been him more often than he's been.

And it's too stupid to notice and he thinks he's better than me.

He's been out since last night already dressed in my clothes. Since I need his uniform.

I'm done playing games.

This time, he won't wake up. When I return from my shift as him. He will be gone. He slowly falls to sleep. He will go into a deeper and deeper sleep. For which you will not return.

He dressed as me. Going deeper and deeper into a final sleep.

I just got off duty. Being my brother , I been him for the past week.

Nobody on the force notices any difference. We look alike, we sound alike, we have the same body. Since both of us were trained at the same police academy. I have the same training he does.

This week was the final test.

They think i'm him, and its staying that way.

I return home. He's now in his final sleep and will not wake up.

I'm off for the next few days from the police force. I'll take my brother out to the woods . I already have things ready.

He always liked it there. And now he gets to stay there. As I take his place here.

We were never close, so nobody would ever put two and two together. For the past few years. You would never have seen the two of us together. And he never talked about me to other people.

So as far as anything that goes there was only one. Which us now me.

Seeing him in that hole dressed as me. My favorite cowboy boots. And that big belt buckle I always wore. I dumped a bag of lye covering him.

His body start breaking down before.I even put the first shovel dirt on top of him.

There's only gonna be one of us now. The one who's the handsome state trooper.

[thecorrupt99]

Having too much fun with this 😂