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Bewildering

The Skreat escape pod crash landing on Earth one night caused chaos in more ways than one. Several people’s lives were altered forever by the events that immediately followed the ships blazing destruction. It was dark as sirens blared through the night heading towards the blaze.

I woke up by the shrieking sounds of alarms approaching. We crashed on some foreign planet after the sudden attack. My biggest fear was being captured on this planet, what if they were the ones that attacked us? What if they took me and tortured me for species secrets. I couldn't let them know about Skreats and began slithering as fast as I could through the area lined with bark lined towers.

2 figures approached in the night, but I couldn't focus on identifying features and chose to hide. Suctioning my way up a bark tower, I chose to use my observation skills to determine if they were friendly organisms or foes determined to take me in for experimentation.

"Raph I don't think we should get closer. We should go back to camp and evacuate. It looks like it could lead to a big wild fire," the shorter of the two pleaded with the bigger one.

"Alex, dude. There's no way it wasn't like a giant secret ship or something insane that caused it. Didn't you hear that crazy crash? We gotta see this thing first hand," the taller and much more statured of the two said with a boomy resonance.

The two were going towards the ship crash at a rate faster than I could slithering on this planets gravitational pull. I decided they were my way to observe the site and get there faster. I dropped my suction and aimed to fall on their bags. After detaching, I aimed to fall on the broader one since it seemed like my size would be negligible on him.

After falling onto his bag, he turned around as if he heard something behind him, but by that point I had slid into an opening on the enclosure. We Skreats are very pliable and I made my way into his bag.

The pair of earthlings made their way closer to the ships crash site but by the time they got there bright lights and tape marked off the region. Curiosity struck many trying to get a sight at the alien ship. I peaked out of the bag only to see the blaze. There’s no way any Skreats could have survived such a blast.

Numb. All I felt was numbness as this earthling unknowingly carried me away from the scene. Was I the last Skreat? How does one internalize the idea that you’re the last of your kind? The bag shook and then got flung onto a nearby soft surface after a loud door shut. I flew inside the bag which rocked me back to cognizance. Where am I now? I peaked out of the fabric cage I resided in and saw the taller one walking around a room.

He peered into a doorway that emanated light before pulling out a round red sphere and taking a bite.

He appeared to be preparing earthen sustenance…I should become more accustomed to this if I’m the last Skreat I’ll need to blend in with the earthlings. I left the soft seat the bag was thrown onto and slid my way closer to get a better look.

He threw things into a hot cauldron item over a flame. After a few time sectors he was done and put some of the substance into a bowl, that’s when I lost my grip on some steam and fell into the bowl when he wasn’t aware.

I hid among orange, green, and tan bits of sustenance in the hot salty broth. I stung but I couldn’t risk being caught. Eventually a colder metallic platform came into the bowl and lifted me up to his front facing orifice, despite my protests I got swallowed again without his notice.

I refused to be defeated. I mustered up the energy and detoured before meeting the earthlings digestive acids and headed to his core. I guess you call it a heart.

Once there, I began inserting my tendrils and began spreading myself through his bloodstream. It’s a large task for such a small Skreat like myself to attempt a takeover of a creature this large but I was desperate to live.

The large creature began to notice and clasped hard at his chest. But it was too late for him. Pulse pulse pulse. I could feel his heart pumping and eventually I synced up with it. We were becoming one. It’s a skill of the Skreats but it was my first time doing it. I was scared to do it wrong or worse…kill the host.

I began trying to use my new lungs. A phenomenon that like sounds like gasping for air from those who normally use lungs. Eventually I calmed down and brought the heart pulsing down to a normal seeming speed. All the internal systems seemed to normalize as I calmed the body down.

Except one part of the sizable earthling….

I used the body’s messaging device to take an image for further research later. Then I continued to calm the body down leading the appendage to become more restrained. But a message appeared from someone named Babe. I opened it up to see a slimmer earthling with longer hair. They appeared unclothed with a message saying “can i come over?” I replied with my new fingers “affirmative”.

I continued to try enjoying the sustenance the human made before. Wow these sensations from my new mouth were so vibrant and exhilarating. I wonder what else I can figure out. My new thick fingers fiddled with the bag I came out of nearby. An item flopped out with a bunch of cards, I picked up one with this bodies image.

Raphael James Conrad Lee. Was that his identification? That seems very long and superfluous. Must be why that other human called him Raph before.

A knock came to the door of the housing unit I was in. I approached the door and instead of investigating almost as if the host was on autopilot it turned the knob and a tiny earthling stood there in a see through top piece of clothing and a frilly bottom one. I believe this must be the opposite gender, a woman.

She lunged at me piloting the host and placed her mouth on to mine introducing her anatomy to mine. I reciprocated before she yanked my bottom clothing down. My previously hard appendage revived itself with a mind of its own as the woman placed her mouth on it.

All I saw was her eyes as she moved swiftly. One she placed her mouth on it, it felt like all I could see was colors. Oh my what is this phenomenon. Ohhhhh unhhhhhh. What are these sounds escaping my mouth. Before I knew it, the feeling became overwhelming. I felt something coming. My hosts feet previously firmly planted on the ground, curled its toes. My abdomen contracted and then a RELEASE. I opened my eyes as she wiped something. She placed her mouth on mine again and said “thanks”. Before immediately fleeing.

What was that? What is this experience. And why does it feel so good?

I need to understand more about what this appendage does. I wonder if that tiny male human that was with “me” earlier might want to do the same activities with his appendages. I try to recall his identification. Cmon I knew I heard him say it. Lex, Ale, Alex….Alex? Yes.

I picked up the messaging device and snapped an image. I copied the text the woman sent me. “Come over”. Maybe that’s how humans that want that activity communicate it to one another.

Almost immediately the device buzzed.

“Oh bro I didn’t know you rolled like that too?”

What do these words mean? I don’t want him to out me for acting outlandish…okay I can do this.

“Yeah bro. So are you cuming?”

A hand with a thumbs up appeared above the message appeared? What does this mean? So much to learn about this planet. I better start learning if I want to blend in.

The door was never closed after the woman left and a one pound happened on the already opened door. Before I could approach it to see who it was. Alex was there at the door. I could see the same energy the woman had in his eyes. He slammed the door behind him and unclothed himself with haste. He also had an appendage hard like mine, but smaller. Was my body considered an alpha amongst men?

He approached with eagerness but also a tenderness, unlike the woman. I put my mouth on his like she did to me. I was about to show Alex everything I’ve learned about earthlings.

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Sharing His Bed

Sharing His Bed I was so excited that I finally got to live on campus for the fall semester! Money was a bit tight, and while we could always scrounge up enough for tuition, room and board was usually out of the picture, until this year. Unfortunately, we came to that realization a bit later than we were supposed to, so I had absolutely no input on my roommate. We did exchange numbers and…

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Himbo Haunted House

Himbo Haunted House “Oh, come on, dude, stop being such a pussy!” “It’s just a haunted house, man; it’s not like there are real axe murderers in there!” “You’re not even man enough to step foot inside the house, Cary?” And that was right. Cary was at the front of the line at the haunted house at the local carnival. Behind him was a group of jocks from his school who knew him because he was the…

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Alternative Universes

Do you know, there are alternate universe out there. When you see an image you may be thinking that something may happened, but in reality the realm of possibilities is infinite and every different scenario really occured in a paralel universe. Now look at the different cases bellow and determine what you think this people experienced.

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Lust in the Locker Room

Lust in the Locker Room I never thought it would ever happen. I usually stayed behind after every practice, helping Coach and the cleaning staff get the locker room spic and span. Of course, I had an ulterior motive for helping out. Many of my teammates found their jockstraps suspiciously missing, or returned to them filled with cum and piss stains. That was all my doing, but I wanted the real…

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The Locked Locker Room

The Locked Locker Room Vincent didn’t mind that his college didn’t force him to take PE. But what he did mind was that the door to the locker room was always locked. It was only unlocked during specific times, when the big four of the sports world practiced: baseball, basketball, hockey, and football. What was even weirder was that all four teams shared one coach. With the amount of money…

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After they testified, the sophisticated black couple was escorted to a secure room, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and uncertainty. They had been told that everything would change once they gave their testimony, but the details of what that meant had been deliberately vague. The authorities had insisted it was better that they didn’t know who they would become, that the transformation would be easier if they had no preconceived notions.

The room was sterile, dimly lit, and unsettlingly quiet. They were separated, each lying on a cold metal table, their minds racing with anxiety. Suddenly, the process began without warning. A rush of intense pain tore through their bodies as chemicals and advanced nanotechnology worked to reshape them. It felt as though their very bones were being broken down and rebuilt, their skin stretched and molded into something entirely new. It was terrifying, disorienting, and utterly overwhelming.

When they finally woke up, it wasn’t with the clarity they’d hoped for. Instead, they were groggy, disoriented, and confused. Their minds were clouded, and their bodies felt strange, almost alien. They struggled to move, each limb responding in ways that felt off, like they were trying to control someone else’s body. Everything felt wrong.

He blinked, trying to clear the haze from his mind, but the disconnect between his thoughts and his physical sensations made him feel like he was trapped in a nightmare. Next to him, his partner stirred, experiencing the same unsettling confusion. They exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions mirroring each other’s shock and fear. But before they could fully process what was happening, unfamiliar memories began to flood their minds—memories of lives they hadn’t lived, of experiences they hadn’t had. It was like watching someone else’s life flash before their eyes, only it was being grafted onto their own consciousness.

“Where… where are we?” he asked, his voice higher than he remembered, tinged with an accent that wasn’t his own. He reached up to touch his face, feeling the unfamiliar contours, the soft stubble on his chin.

His partner—who should have been his wife but clearly wasn’t anymore—struggled to sit up, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. “I don’t… I don’t know,” he replied, his voice light, melodic, and completely different from the woman he had been. “But… I remember things. Things that aren’t mine.”

They both fell silent, trying to make sense of the confusing blend of memories—fragments of a new life that had somehow become a part of them. Names, faces, places… all of it jumbled together in a way that made them question what was real and what was implanted.

The door to the room opened, and a group of professionals entered—doctors, psychologists, and other specialists who had overseen their transformation. The couple looked at them with a mix of fear and confusion, unsure of what was happening.

“Good, you’re awake,” one of the doctors said, her tone professional but tinged with a hint of sympathy. “I know you’re feeling disoriented right now, but that’s normal. The transformation process is complete, and your new identities are beginning to settle in. It’s going to take some time, but we’re here to help you through it.”

“New identities?” he asked, struggling to wrap his mind around the concept. “What… what happened to us?”

“You’ve been given new lives,” the psychologist explained gently. “New memories, new bodies, new… everything. The process was necessary for your protection. But I understand this is a lot to take in.”

“You’re not the people you were before,” another doctor added. “But these new identities are yours now. Over the next few weeks, we’ll help you recover, adjust, and integrate into your new lives. It’s a transition, but you’ll come to accept and even embrace who you’ve become.”

They were too overwhelmed to respond, their minds struggling to process the enormity of what had been done to them. They weren’t just different in appearance—they were different in every conceivable way. And the memories, those strange, alien memories, were becoming clearer by the moment, blending with their old identities until they could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.

The following weeks were a blur of recovery and intense therapy. They were kept in a secure, isolated facility, away from the outside world, where they could focus entirely on their transition. The staff was patient, guiding them through the process of adapting to their new bodies, their new memories, and the new realities of their lives.

He spent hours in front of the mirror, getting to know the man who stared back at him—his new face, his new body. The once tall, muscular frame had become leaner, more delicate, with pale skin that seemed almost translucent under the harsh fluorescent lights. His hair was longer, softer, a deep brown that fell in gentle waves around his face. His eyes were a piercing blue, sharp and clear, set in a face that was both familiar and utterly new.

He ran his hands over his new form, tracing the lines of his muscles, the softness of his skin, the unfamiliar contours of his face. He practiced smiling, frowning, trying to see if there was any trace of the man he had once been. But the more he looked, the more he realized that this was who he was now. The old him was gone, replaced by this new person—a man who liked different things, who was attracted to different people, who spoke and moved differently.

Next door, his partner was going through the same process. He spent hours exploring his new body, the new sensations that came with it. He was shorter now, his frame more slender and delicate. His hair was a sandy blonde, short and tousled, giving him a boyish charm that he found oddly comforting. His face was softer, more feminine in its delicacy, with bright blue eyes that sparkled with an unfamiliar light.

As the days turned into weeks, they slowly began to accept their new identities. They were guided through exercises designed to help them integrate their new memories with their old ones, to blend their new personalities with who they had once been. It was a painstaking process, but gradually, they started to feel more at ease in their new skins.

The desires that had once been alien became familiar. He found himself drawn to cigars, a habit that had never interested him before. The feel of one between his lips, the rich, smoky taste, became a comfort, a grounding ritual in this strange new life. He also developed a taste for gambling, the thrill of the risk and the rush of adrenaline a new source of excitement.

His partner, on the other hand, found solace in art and fashion. He spent hours poring over paintings, sculptures, and designer clothing, things that had once seemed frivolous but now brought him a deep sense of satisfaction. He discovered a love for fine details, for the way colors and textures could evoke emotions he hadn’t known he was capable of feeling.

Their relationship evolved as well. No longer the conservative, straight-laced couple they had been, they found themselves exploring their new sexualities with each other and with others. The attraction between them was different now, more intense, more passionate, fueled by their new identities as gay men. What had once been a comfortable, if somewhat routine, part of their relationship became something exciting, something they were eager to explore together.

They learned to embrace the quirks of their new personalities—the way he now walked with a slight swagger, his hips swaying with a confidence he hadn’t possessed before; the way his partner’s voice lilted when he spoke, the softness in his gestures that had replaced the reserved poise of his former self. They adopted new habits, new routines, slowly building a life that felt natural, even though it was built on the remnants of another.

Eventually, the day came when they were ready to leave the facility. They had become different people in every sense, not just in appearance but in thought, in desire, in personality. They were ready to face the world as the men they had become, to live the lives that had been created for them. And as they stepped out into the sunlight, hand in hand, they knew that there was no going back—only forward, into the new lives that awaited them.

As they stepped out into the sunlight, the world felt both familiar and utterly foreign. They had been given new names to match their new identities—Dylan and Carter. Dylan, who had once been a successful businessman, was now in a blue-collar role, something that he would have never imagined for himself. Carter, who had once been an accomplished professional in her own right, found himself in a more sophisticated, white-collar position, though his tastes and habits had also dramatically shifted.

The transition was challenging. They were apprehensive about their new lives, especially about embracing their new sexualities. For weeks, they danced around the issue, not quite sure how to reconcile the love they had always felt for each other with the new desires that were now an undeniable part of who they were.

Dylan, with his new muscular but less refined physique, found himself enjoying the physical labor that came with his job. His body responded to the manual work in ways that were satisfying, his muscles becoming more defined, his hands rougher. He felt a strange sense of pride in the sweat on his brow, the dirt under his nails. He often caught himself admiring the way his new body looked in the mirror, the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirts, the way his jeans hugged his legs and ass. The most surprising part for him was his newfound interest in facial hair. He had always been clean-shaven in his previous life, but now, as he let his stubble grow into a thick beard, he found himself enjoying the rough texture, the way it changed the shape of his face, making him feel more rugged, more masculine.

Carter, on the other hand, was adjusting to his new life in a more refined setting. He had taken to wearing tailored suits, enjoying the feel of fine fabrics against his skin. He spent time experimenting with different hairstyles and even dabbled in growing a neatly trimmed goatee, something he found intriguing and oddly satisfying. The contrast between his previous life and this new one was stark, but the more time passed, the more natural it all felt. He found himself slipping into the role with ease, his gestures becoming more fluid, his voice more confident.

Despite their initial apprehension, they couldn’t deny the growing attraction between them. It was different from what they had known before—more intense, more raw. They were both hesitant at first, unsure of how to approach the physical aspect of their new relationship. But the connection they had always shared, the deep love and trust, made it easier to explore these new facets of their identities together.

One evening, after a long day of work, they found themselves sitting close on the couch, the air between them charged with a tension that had been building for weeks. Dylan reached out, his rough hand brushing against Carter’s, and they both froze for a moment, eyes locking. There was a question in Dylan’s eyes, a silent plea for permission, for reassurance.

Carter nodded slightly, his breath catching in his throat. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. “We’re okay.”

Dylan leaned in slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. When their lips finally met, it was tentative at first, a soft, exploratory kiss. But the sensation was electric, sending a shiver down both their spines. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate as they finally gave in to the desires they had been suppressing.

They pulled apart, breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together. “I didn’t think it would feel… like this,” Carter admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

“Me neither,” Dylan replied, his hand gently cupping Carter’s cheek, feeling the soft scratch of his goatee. “But it does. It feels right.”

As the weeks turned into months, their relationship grew stronger, their love deeper. They found themselves more in sync than they had ever been before. The intimacy they shared was different now—more intense, more connected. They explored their new sexualities together, their hesitations gradually fading as they discovered a newfound pleasure in each other’s bodies.

Dylan’s beard continued to grow, becoming a thick, full mane that Carter found himself unable to resist. He loved the way it felt against his skin, the way it added to Dylan’s rugged, masculine appearance. He often teased Dylan about it, running his fingers through the coarse hair, pulling him in for kisses that left them both breathless.

Their love life became an integral part of their bond, a way for them to reconnect with each other in a world where everything else had changed. They were more open with each other, more honest about their desires and needs. The sex was different—more passionate, more experimental, but always rooted in the deep love and respect they had for each other.

Dylan, once a reserved businessman, found himself enjoying the physicality of their encounters, the way their bodies moved together, the raw, primal connection they shared. Carter, who had always been more demure, discovered a boldness he hadn’t known he possessed. He took pleasure in teasing Dylan, in exploring the power dynamics of their new relationship, in being both the instigator and the willing participant.

Their connection deepened in ways they hadn’t anticipated. They found themselves communicating more, sharing their thoughts, fears, and fantasies without reservation. The transformation had changed them, but it hadn’t destroyed what they had. Instead, it had given them a new way to love each other, a new way to connect on a level they hadn’t imagined possible.

As they continued to settle into their new lives, they realized that the transformation, while terrifying at first, had ultimately brought them closer together. They were no longer just partners—they were truly connected, body and soul. Their love had grown stronger, more resilient, and more passionate. And as they stood together, looking out at the life they had built, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as Dylan and Carter, forever changed but more in love than ever before.

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How many people can say that their high school bully became their step-bro? Unlikely but probably a few. Now, how many can say they took over their step-bro’s body, and now has all those hot looks for themselves? I might just be the first!

It was easy tricking my bully turned step brother into giving up his body. Promising him a chance to do well on his college application tests, we switched bodies with a little device I made. Within the blink of an eye, I was the hot, jock alpha, and he was the scrawny twink with plenty of health issues. I aced the test of course, thanks to my smarts, and Dane asked me to switch back our bodies.

With a cheeky grin, I flexed his bicep. It peaked and rippled with untold strength. “Nah, I think I’ll hang on to your body for a while, bro.”

His friends were surprised to receive this picture on their phones a few hours after I was done running my hands all over my new body.

Dudes! This ass is open to all you hunks who wants a go!

That simple text had plenty of hot college guys lined at my door for hours, each one having their go at taking their frustration out on my step-bro. It turns out, he wasn’t as popular as he thought and most of his friends hated how cocky and entitled he was.

Each time I let one in, I’d smirk at the perv peeking out from my old bedroom door, watching as another hunk was given a go at breeding his ass. When and if I ever agree to switch back, I doubt his hole is ever going to recover from this…

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Alpha Scent 

Hank wasn’t exactly thrilled. When his uncle said there was a job opening for the young guy fresh off the farm in the big city, Hank figured it’d be in the accounting or admin side of his company. What he never expected was that his uncle would have him start working as just another grunt laborer. Like he was one of the many immigrants he hired every day for that kind of job, and not his sister’s eldest son. His dad had warned him that his brother-in-law was one of those liberals who’d rather hire foreigners than a true-blood American. Even though Hank was from a small city in Mississippi and wasn’t exactly allergic to hard work, he thought this would be his shot to start a career in the business world, maybe even inherit his uncle’s company someday.

The only reason he hadn’t packed up and headed back to the small town near Columbus was because he was still holding out hope. His uncle had been cold ever since he showed up, looking at Hank like he was some unwanted guest. Hank only found out why later: his mom’s brother was a big-time fag. That should’ve been enough for Hank to turn tail and head back home. He was freaked out just thinking about what his father would say if he knew Hank was living under the same roof as a sodomite. But he hadn’t driven all the way out to this liberal, left-wing pit that was California to quit that easily. He had threatened to spill the beans about his uncle to his mom, the pious and super-religious Hank grandma. Even though his uncle was living in sin in Los Angeles, he had the old lady fooled, pretending to be a righteous man. At first, his uncle was shocked, then cursed Hank out, but in the end, he gave in, knowing he had no way out.

“Alright, Hank, I’m gonna give you a job you don’t deserve, but first, I need you to do one last thing for one of my most important clients in Beverly Hills: Lee Yutao.”

“Never heard of him.”

“Yeah, someone like you wouldn’t know Mr. Lee. He’s a famous perfumer, used to work for top designer brands, now runs his own niche perfume company. The man is a total recluse, barely leaves his house. He spends all his free time taking care of the gardens at his various mansions around the world.”

“Sounds pretty gay.”

“Yeah, but this is one gay guy you don’t wanna mess with, especially if you wanna keep your job.”

So there Hank was, standing in front of Lee Yutao’s massive mansion on top of Beverly Hills, wondering how someone could end up with something that big just by mixing scents. Didn’t seem fair, especially since it was some damn Chinese guy, taking what he felt should be American land. He thought that to himself, ignoring the fact that his great-grandfather had come to America just over 80 years ago, fleeing a collapsing Germany during World War II.

As he walked up to the gate, a metallic voice spoke to him through a hidden intercom.

“You’re late,” said the voice, speaking perfect English, but with a slight accent Hank couldn’t place.

“I’m here, aren’t I? You gonna let me in or what?”

“Head to the garden near the pool. Your job today is to organize the stones by the rose garden. And under no circumstances are you to touch any of the flowers.”

“Yeah, as if I need more work than I already got…” Hank muttered.

“Did you say something?”

“Just point me in the right direction,” Hank replied, as the huge gate opened and he stepped onto the property, full of himself but completely unaware he was walking right into the jaws of something way dangerous than he imagined.

Following the metallic voice’s instructions, Hank made his way into the massive garden and got to work. He knew there were cameras hidden in the bushes, so he gave it his all, even though he was pissed. His performance here was crucial to his future plans.

By the afternoon, he was ahead of schedule, still fuming about being stuck there but careful not to touch the precious flowers. Not because he cared about what the client wanted, but because he suspected there was a limit to how much his uncle would tolerate before he snapped and spilled the beans about his lifestyle. That’s when something really weird happened. While taking a quick break, a breeze hit him, carrying a strange smell—nothing like the roses around him. It was a heavy, almost animalistic scent, something Hank had never smelled before.

“What the hell is that?” He said out loud, dropping the shovel but getting no response. The smell wasn’t just messing with his nose—it was throwing off all his other senses. He followed the scent to a particular bush. There, among the roses, was a flower that looked no different from the rest, except it was the source of that odd odor.

“What kind of sick joke is this?” Hank asked again, but if the metallic voice heard him, it chose to ignore him. Hank figured it didn’t matter—he had a job to finish, and he was getting out of there. But for some weird reason, his body was pushing him forward. Why was he doing something he was told not to do? Why did he grab the flower and bring his face close to it? The scent hit him like a truck, intoxicating and overwhelming. He quickly pulled back, feeling dizzy, but it didn’t help. The smell was on him—inside his nose, on his skin, all over him.

“I need to get this off me… I need to get it off…” he mumbled. That’s when the voice spoke again.

“I warned you not to touch them, but I understand. The temptation is real. If you want to get rid of my scent, follow the rose path to the pool.”

Dazed and confused, Hank didn’t even think about disobeying the voice. He staggered through the garden, now feeling like every flower was giving off that same smell, the smell that made him want to give in to pure, uncontrollable lust. It took everything he had not to stop right there and give in to his urges. After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached the pool, and without even thinking, he dove in. He thought the water would wash the smell—and the desire—away. But when he came up for air and stood, the smell was back.

“This can’t be…” Hank muttered, trying to splash water on his face, but it didn’t work. The metallic voice spoke again.

“Perfect! Full immersion guarantees the effect. Now, come to the main house. It’s time for us to have a more… in-depth conversation.”Hank, barely holding on, followed the voice’s instructions and made his way to the house.

Every step felt like a struggle as the desire still coursed through him. The house was huge and luxurious, decorated with such a refined taste that Hank, lost in confusion couldn’t even appreciate it. Each slow step down the hall felt like a personal torture.

“You’re almost there, boy,” the voice said. “Turn right at the end of the hall and enter the master suite.”

Hank stumbled toward a massive oil painting at the end of the hall, depicting an imposing Asian man, dressed like an ancient warrior with his chest exposed. This must’ve been the guy behind all of this, Hank thought—the owner of the mansion, Lee Yutao. Inside his clouded mind, Hank tried to feel anger toward the guy. But as another wave of that strange scent hit him, all the anger was swallowed up by an overwhelming urge. He wanted to be with that man. He needed to feel him, to touch him, to have him inside him…

Realizing what he was thinking, Hank’s last shred of self-awareness melted away, replaced by absolute terror. What the hell would he do when he met this man, who was presumably behind the big wooden door now opening in front of him?

To Hank's relief and disappointment, the gigantic room was empty. He stood in the doorway, waiting for further orders like a total doofus.

“Come on in, take a seat on the bed, and just chill. More instructions are coming up soon.”

The bed was actually this massive setup that could’ve filled an entire room in a regular-sized house. Hank plopped down right in the middle of it, his still-wet skin soaking the silky black sheets. In front of him was a TV monitor so huge it looked like a movie screen. As his lust-fogged brain struggled to figure out what was going on, the giant screen lit up in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors. The constant swirl of colors made whatever little conscious thought Hank had left turn into mush. As drool dripped from the corner of his mouth and his eyes rolled back, a face emerged amidst the colorful chaos.

“Hey there, Hank. I can’t say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but the pleasure will come for both of us. But not before some… enhancements. Your uncle and I have history together, and what you tried to do to him is just unacceptable. That’s why I’m pretty comfortable with what’s about to happen. If everything goes smoothly and I have enough faith in my work to believe it’ll, we’ll have one less awful creature in the world and one more real human being.” The Asian guy with striking features could’ve been talking to the walls, Hank’s reaction was so minimal. Even though a part of him was screaming in despair in the back of his intoxicated mind, it wasn’t enough to pull him out of the stupor he was in.

“Since I was really young, I’ve been totally into all kinds of scents, mixing them up to create something unique and fresh. I traveled the world testing different fragrances and essences; my work got recognized, and fame followed. But I got so caught up in my relentless quest for the perfect scent that I pushed my personal life to the back burner, becoming more introverted and isolated. When I finally decided I’d had enough of being alone and wanted to find the right person, a long string of disappointments followed. The people I got involved with were mostly after my fame or my cash, and the few who were genuinely into me loved the public figure and not the real me. This made me shut myself off from society; it seemed like I’d never find anyone who could pull me out of my shell.

That’s when I had this idea: if I can create the perfect scent, then I can also create the perfect partner. I just needed a base to work from, and thanks to your nasty behavior towards your uncle, I got what I needed. Goodbye, Hank!”

“…impossible…” Hank managed to mumble before being hit by a wave of Yutao’s perfume and collapsing onto the comfy sheets of the giant bed, while the man’s voice recited words that his brain couldn’t consciously grasp but that worked to completely change who Hank Zimmer was.

“…it all started during the tests for the recording of my next perfume commercial…”

Hank felt something solid beneath him, way different from the soft mattress he had just sunk into. He felt way more alert than just moments ago. Opening his eyes, he found himself in another place; there were lights aimed at him, tons of them, along with a bunch of people milling around behind them. The taste of tobacco dominated his taste buds, and he felt both more compact and heavier. He looked down and saw a muscular, tanned body that was definitely not his. What the hell is going on? he thought, but any attempt to verbalize something was blocked. Even though he was more awake, he had no control over his own body.

“Cut! Great job, Han! Awesome! I think you’re the perfect choice to be the face of Alpha Scent. But first, we need Mr. Lee’s approval. The final say is his.”

“Of course, I’m just really grateful for the opportunity.” Hank found himself responding in a smooth, melodic voice, even a bit delicate, while getting rid of the disgusting cigarette used in the recording. “When will I find out the result?”

“Oh, Mr. Lee himself will get in touch if you’re approved. He insists.”Hank was immersed in doubts, he didn't know what was happening, but just hearing Lee Yutao's name made him tremble.

The image dissolved, and Hank once again felt the softness of a mattress beneath him. He was lying on a bed that seemed way too small for his muscular, compact body. His fingers were typing away quickly on a smartphone.

“…I can definitely show you more… but there’s gonna be a price!” He typed with his hand without even thinking about it, then moved the phone and sent a provocative pic of his powerful exposed legs.

“Whoa, whoa, Mr. Zhang Hanqian, I thought the fact that I picked you to be the face of my masterpiece would be payment enough.” That was the response from who could only be Lee Yutao.

“I never mix business with pleasure, Mr. Lee; the price I’m asking for is different. Few have had the chance to see you in person, and to get all this here, the payment is a date.”The man sharing Hank's body tiped before sitting in the modest apartment room and sending a recorded video in front of the mirror to the man he was trying to seduce.

That was Hank's chance to see who he was sharing his consciousness with, and what he saw made him scream at the top of his lungs, even though no one could hear. Sitting in a comfy chair in front of the mirror, completely naked, was a young Asian man, whom he guessed was probably Chinese, with his knowledge about other races which was inversely proportional to the anger he felt towards immigrants. A rage that peaked in that moment, mixed with a giant despair. He was stuck in the body of a flamboyant man whore who was trying to seduce another man at that moment.

“Okay, boy, you had my curiosity, now you have my attention. I’m in the Amazon researching the aroma of priprioca for a new fragrance, I’ll be back in California at the end of the month. Be ready; you’ll need more than a sculpted body to turn my attention into real interest.”

Once again, Hank felt everything dissolve around him, only to find himself in a totally different place. This time, he was lying on a cushioned surface, wearing nothing but swim trunks, with the summer sun shining on his body while a cool breeze partially relieved the heat of the day. He was in some kind of resort, strangely empty except for his own figure. Unlike before, now he could feel the anxiety of that other guy, Han, as if the barrier between them was getting thinner. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something he had been waiting for was about to happen in the next few moments. That’s when Hank saw scared the guy from the gigantic painting in the mansion approaching, while Han, in turn, was enjoying the sight of the figure in front of him. He wanted to meet Yutao for his art, talent, and fortune, but now he was genuinely interested in the man before him, a dude with an impressive physique, walking with the confidence of someone who had the world at his feet.

“You got a tattoo,” Lee Yutao remarked, eyeing Han's bicep with a deep voice, but unlike what Han expected, there was a hint of insecurity in it.

“I’ve got more in hidden spots if you wanna see,” Han replied, reveling in the sight of one of the most powerful guys in the industry blushing, his confidence slipping away. That was unexpected; Lee Yutao had seemed way more assertive in their messages. But apparently, the teasing had the desired effect.

“How about we head up to my suite and you show me everything you can do… boy.” Yutao replied with more confidence, making Han smile with satisfaction while Hank was horrified at the prospect of what could happen.

He was still worried when everything dissolved and solidified around him again.

He was out of breath, heart racing, as if he’d just been hit hard, and yet a feeling of tired pleasure washed over him to the point where he couldn’t help but smile.

They were both Hank and Han experiencing this, and it freaked Hank out, causing his smile to fade, which didn’t go unnoticed by the person next to him.

“Han, babe, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Han replied, glancing at where Yutao was lying. “Your big cock just took my breath away.” He added, making them both laugh.

“Man, you say stuff that throws me off. Even after all these months, no matter how confident I think am, you totally disarm me.”

“I think you need someone to keep you on your toes.”

“Maybe…” Yutao replied as the room dissolved into smoke and Hank found himself in a different place again. He was in a luxurious bathroom, maybe in that same first resort; he had no way of knowing how much time had passed. The only thing he could make out was Han, once again holding the phone, recording a video for someone. Probably Yutao. Hank felt curious about where that conversation was headed.

“Miss me, babe? When am I gonna see you? It doesn’t make sense for you to keep sending me these gifts if you’re not here with me!” Han said with a teasing look.

Just then, a reply to the video came in. “I’ll send my private jet to pick you up right now! Talk to you in Phi Phi.” Han lit up with joy, and Hank, even reluctantly, shared the feeling as everything around him once again reshaped. What hit him first was the smell of the ocean, brought by the beach breeze while he feel the sand under his feet.

“I can’t believe you were too shy to go shirtless at the beach. What’s the point of having a hot body like that if you’re not gonna show it off?”

“I work on my body for me, Han, not to flaunt it for everyone else!”

“That doesn’t make any sense; nobody looks like that if they don’t wanna be admired!”

“Oh, I want to be admired, just not by everyone, only by the right guy!”

“Hmm, and what does it take to be the right guy, Mr. Lee?”

“I still don’t totally know, but I’d bet that you’re on the right track!”

“Can I know what I’m doing right then?”

“I can’t say for sure; I just feel like I can be myself with you…”

“Oh, it’s because I’m so disarming, huh?”

“Could be…”

“Great, then let’s disarm you a bit more!” Han said, grabbing Yutao's phone and opening Instagram.

“What are you doing, Han?”

“Babe, you can keep playing the tough guy, you can wear me out in bed, but you can’t post a single pic on Instagram? You know what you really need? Someone with initiative by your side!”

“And that would be you?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to be disarming? Well, I’m gonna be!” Han replied, sliding his sunglasses down his nose and striking a pose for a selfie.

“You look ridiculous!” Yutao said, laughing.

“Babe, when you’re as hot as we are, who cares? But it’s your call.” Han shot back, handing the phone back to the other guy. After a thoughtful pause, Yutao got into position and took his first Instagram pic, revealing his face behind the brand for the first time, next to the young model posing.

Hank didn’t try to intervene at any point, maybe because he finally accepted that he was just a passenger in this body. But deep down, the barrier between him and Han was slowly crumbling, and he felt what the other felt, something very different from what he was used to. Han was into Yutao, sure, in a physical way, which strangely didn’t bother Hank as much anymore. But the interest was more than just physical; initially, it was about the mysterious figure of the man, the power he exuded, and his wealth—things Hank could understand in his greedy mind. However, at some point, the interest shifted to the person himself, the shy man trying to play the dominant alpha who quickly fell for Han’s tricks, who could leave him speechless with just a few words, even if he later surrendered to pleasure.

Not knowing how to deal with those contradictions, he felt reality reshape around him.

He was sitting on a comfy couch, his own hand covering his eyes. Once again, with his chest and legs bare.

“Go ahead and look, Han, babe!” It was Yutao’s voice. And both Han and Hank felt a wave of happiness hit them at the sight of the ring the other man offered.

“Han, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You made me realize I don’t have to act like someone I’m not to get what I want. You push me out of my comfort zone, you challenge me with every word, you disarm me, and I love you for that and everything else. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” Han and Hank said in unison, the barrier between them finally dissolving as in a luxurious mansion bedroom, lying on a gigantic bed, Hank’s restless body underwent the transformation his mind had already accepted.

It all started with a shrinking of a few inches, bringing him down from a respectable 6'1" to a more modest 5'7", while his sun-burned white skin picked up a naturally golden hue, accentuated by hours spent tanning by the pool completely nude. His facial features became more delicate, with characteristics that would forever define him as someone of Asian descent, while his blond hair turned a raven black. Time seemed to pause for a moment as the young man let out a sleepy sigh; then the real transformation began. His chest was replaced by a pair of well-defined muscles tits ready to be sucked by his lover. Below that, a well-toned abdomen formed, with eight bricks of pure meat. As his upper body developed a V-shape, his lower body also went through significant changes; enormous muscles formed in his calves and especially in his thighs, making it impossible for him to walk without the characteristic sway that only someone with tree-trunk-thick legs learns to master. Unlike the rest of his body, his feet became more delicate and smaller, with nails as well-groomed as a rich vain woman. But the feet weren’t the only thing shrinking; the massive member that was Hank’s pride shrank down to a modest size while his butts expanded, ready for ready to be pounded by Yutao's powerful thighs while his massive cock vigorously hit Han's prostate.

As Yutao’s plan unfolded, the man himself approached the bed he shared with his husband and partner for life.

“Where have you been, babe? I need you now!” Han said, making his voice heard for the first time in those walls, while Yutao felt the presence that had brought forth the perfect man for him, experiencing an afternoon of love that would just be the first of many to come. As Han surrendered to pleasure, so did Hank, the distinction between the two already nonexistent.

Hours later, in the next morning, the couple took advantage of their workout session in the professional gym they had at home to snap a selfie for social media.

After spending the whole session feeling a specific aroma mixed with his partner’s scent, Yutao couldn’t help but ask.

“Are you wearing Alpha Scent while working out?”

“I’m the face of the fragrance, babe; it’s my duty to wear it on any occasion.”

“I know, but you’re well aware that the version I have at home is the real deal. If someone who isn’t one of us smells it, I don’t know what the consequences could be.”

“Afraid someone else might show up and steal me away? That’s impossible, babe; I’m completely yours. But I really do wonder what would happen in that case…”

“Don’t get any wild ideas, Han…”

“I thought you were with me precisely just because of wild cideas.”

“I’m with you because I love you. But now you reminded me of something. We need some help with the house!”

“Hey, you know I don’t mind taking care of you and our home. I love being a devoted trophy boy.”

“Babe, you’re so much more than that, and even though you gave up your modeling career for me, you’ve made us one of the biggest digital influencer couples out there. So, as much as I love tending to the garden while you cook and take care of the house, we can’t do this without some help.”

“So what do you suggest?”

“Let’s hire some people and find someone capable of managing our homes when you’re busy.”

“And who’s going to do that as well as I do?” Han asked playfully.

“Nobody, babe, nobody. But a friend of mine is gonna send his brother-in-law over in the next few days. The guy’s a complete waste of human meat, but he’s the perfect test subject for what the new version of Alpha can do. Now let’s snap that selfie already; I’m dying to enjoy our time together in the best way, fucking your ass!”

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The 1000 Year Old Heart

Ch. 1

Deep in an unnamed cave somewhere in the Andes Mountains of South America, the HEARTS research team was in the middle of their latest expedition. Samuel, the historian of the team, read recently that some random backpackers had found wall paintings deep within the cave. After some initial research, it was discovered that these paintings had never been documented before. 

The discovery set the world of history academics on fire. Esmeralda, the team leader and archaeologist of HEARTS (and Sam’s wife) was bouncing off the walls when he shared the news. She had been dying for a good opportunity to use the last of her team’s research grant funds. Being the excitable woman she was, Esmi seized the golden opportunity as soon as she caught wind of the news. She expedited the paperwork processing and in just a few months, she was out in the Andes with her trusted colleagues and friends. Esmi was overjoyed to be back out on the field— especially with her beloved husband Sam right at her side. 

“Let’s GO, team! I’ve got a GREAT feeling about this cave!!” Esmi shouted as she went on ahead deeper into the cave. The rest of the HEARTS team sighed as they followed. After a week-long expedition, they started running out of steam. Esmi, on the other hand, was just raring to keep going. Even her husband Sam had to hurry up just to keep up with her high energy. 

“Hey Bebé, what do you think could be at the end of this cave?”

"Who knows! Maybe we'll find a mythical creature like a phoenix or something."

"C'mon, be serious," Sam said with a chuckle. "You know the supernatural doesn't actually exist."

“But I am serious! You never know what you could find in the depths of a cave like this. There could be an entire fairy civilization tucked away in here for all we know!”

“Yeah, yeah I guess so… Hey, uh, Esmi? I know it’s probably a bad time, but I was wondering if you’ve given our last conversation any thought since we talked. It’s been a couple of days now.”

“Huh? What conversation?”

“You know! The one about us hanging up our exploring boots and settling down to a quieter life—”

“Oh Sam,” Esmi groaned. Even though they were in a dimly lit cavern, Sam felt his wife rolling her eyes as she spoke. “I don’t wanna talk about that right now. We’re in the middle of an adventure!”

“I know I know! I was just curious if you’ve been thinking about it is all. We’re not in our early 20s anymore. We’re parents now! We can’t keep leaving to go exploring forever, you know.”

“I know that! I just think we can hold off this talk until we get back home. I want to enjoy this expedition without thinking too much about what if’s and maybe’s. Oh watch your step, amorcito.”

They reached a ledge. Esmi tossed a pebble into the dark pit. The thud came a couple seconds after. Nothing too steep, but they still needed to be careful climbing down. While Sam grew nervous just seeing the height, Esmi effortlessly scaled down the ragged slope like it was nothing. Sam watched her climb down with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. In that moment, he was back in college.

It was at the school's gym where Sam first met Esmi. While he was struggling to get through his workout, Esmi was busy setting new records at the nearby climbing walls. Sam was immediately smitten by Esmi's beautiful smile and adventurous spirit. Being the shy type, Sam couldn't work up the nerve to introduce himself to his crush. But luckily, as fate would have it, they registered for the same advanced chemistry class that semester. Esmi struggled to get by in the class, and then Sam came to the rescue as her personal tutor. Although Sam was a bumbling mess, Esmi loved spending time with the awkward nerd. He was smart, funny, and so gosh darn cute whenever he got shy and flustered. Sam had a genuine quality that Esmi was very attracted to. It was something that a lot of men lacked. Too many of them were too self-absorbed and shallow. It made Sam stand out in Esmi's mind.

Soon after that semester ended, Sam finally made a move and asked Esmi out on an official date. Long story short: they hit it off incredibly well and became inseparable for the entirety of undergrad. They wound up graduating together with rings on their fingers. They then began exploring the world's secrets together, while also picking up a few new friends that would later make up HEARTS research team along the way. With careers they loved, a house in the suburbs to call their own, and a beautiful baby boy, life was going great for Mr. and Mrs. Benavides. Sam couldn't help but smile every time he reminisced (which was often). His frequent daydreaming was just another one of his quirks that Esmi found endearing about him.

"Okay everyone!" Esmi called out to the rest of HEARTS. "It's a short distance but the slope's insanely rocky. Just follow my directions and you'll be fine!"

Esmi verbally guided each member down to a safe landing. As always, Sam was the last one to make the trip. It took him longer to do things when it came to the physical part of adventuring. Sam tried his best not to slow down the team; not that Esmi really minded it, as she was always patient with him. She trusted him to get the job done despite his persistent nerves.

“There ya go!” Esmi said as she gave Sam a hand to steady himself. “You’re getting faster at this! I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, I’ve got the best teacher a guy can ask for.”

The two adventurers shared a loving look with each other. They were still holding hands and there was only a small gap between them. They probably would’ve kissed too if the geologist of the team Harold didn’t start gagging audibly in their direction. 

“Oh my God, can y’all save the lovey-dovey shit for when you’re alone!? We got a job to do!!” Harold shouted. Esmi brushed off his annoyance with a chuckle.

“Alright alright, let’s keep moving.”

The HEARTS team continued trekking deeper and deeper into the cavern abyss through its many twists and turns. Their headlamps and flashlights were shining at max power just to keep their ragged pathway lit. Despite the ever-present danger, the HEARTS pressed on with their courageous leader Esmi leading the way. 

They eventually hit a dead end after some time. Unfortunately, there was no secret treasure or historical discovery waiting for them at the end of the cave. The team took the chance to catch their breaths while Sam photo-documented the cave walls for their research. 

“Is everything coming in clearly, Ruby?” Sam asked on the radio phone. 

“Crystal,” Ruby answered. Ruby was the brain of HEARTS. Although she usually stayed behind during expeditions, the team would be nothing without her technological know-how. 

“Perfect! Are we good to head out, Esmi?” 

Esmi didn’t answer. Instead, she kept staring at the empty rock wall that stopped their exploration. She reached out and felt around with the palm of her hand. She did this for several minutes without a word.

“Harold?” Esmi called out. “Does this rock wall seem unusually smooth to you? Almost like… it was sanded down.”

Harold walked up to the wall and placed his hands on the rock. 

“You’re right. It’s too smooth to be natural. Something’s wrong here.” 

The rest of HEARTS had a look for themselves too. As they marveled at how smooth and soft the rock was, Esmi came up with an idea: to push down the wall. The team joined their strength and with enough force, successfully toppled down the fake wall. Much to Esmi’s delight, they had found a hidden pathway.

“Hey team, the signal’s getting pretty weak. I don’t doubt it’s gonna cut out if you go even deeper. I won’t be able to send an SOS if something happens. Stay extra safe, okay?” Ruby advised. 

“Roger that, we’ll be quick,” Esmi said. She then led the charge into the narrow hallway. One by one, the members of HEARTS squeezed through until they all ended up in a small, dirty room. At the center of the dingy room was a small pedestal with a brown box on top. The box sat wide open, revealing a metallic human heart sitting inside of it.

“Is that it? All this spelunking in some unknown mountain cave just for some polished piece of silver?” Harold exclaimed. The annoyance in his voice was palpable in the tiny square room. 

“Don’t be like that, Harry! I know it’s been a long, tiring road but we finally did it! This could be the discovery of the CENTURY in our hands!! Hey babe, do you recognize it at all?”

“Hmm… No, at least not off the top of my head,” Sam answered. “I need my books for an in-depth analysis. We’ll have to take it back.”

“Okay, perfect!” Harold stepped up the podium and snatched the box. Esmi gasped as he did so. 

“Hey whoa whoa whoa! You can’t just do that!!” Esmi shouted.

“I just did. We were gonna take it back with us anyway, so what’s the problem? Let’s just get the fuck of this cave already!” 

“What the hell? What’s gotten into you today, Harry!?”

“Nothing! I just wanna go home already! I’m tired!!” 

A shouting match broke out between the exhausted Harold and overly zealous Esmi. Sam took a step back while the other HEARTS members tried breaking up the fight. Resolving conflicts was never Sam’s strong suit.

As he watched the yelling continue from afar, Sam noticed the silver heart Harold was carrying light up. There was dull, red light coming from the intricate carvings and grooves of the relic. It was mesmerizing to watch. It reminded Sam of Christmas decorations. He was about to call the team’s attention to it, but just before he could, one of the valves began pouring out luscious red smoke. The smoke piled up just behind Harold. Within seconds, the smoke gathered up and materialized into a muscular man who was heavily adorned with tattoos.

"Hey, who the fuck is that!?" Esmi shouted. She and the rest of HEARTS took several steps back. Unaware of the man's sudden appearance behind him, Harold simply looked at them with a confused expression.

"What's wrong? Why are you guys backing away all scared like that?"

They pointed at the man behind him. Harold turned his head slightly to look back.

“Hm? What the—”

It was too late for Harold. By the time his mind registered that there was someone behind him, the man with tattoos disintegrated back into a floating mass of scarlet smoke. It took advantage of Harold's surprised, agape mouth and shot straight into his throat.

"Aaagck!? Uuuughhhh!!!"

Harold let out a low, gagging groan as the red smoke forced its way inside of him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he convulsed uncontrollably. His shirt and pants became visibly too tight as his body became bloated with every gulp of smoke. An intricate spiderweb tattoo began forming on Harold's throat too. The pitch-black ink stood out harshly against Harold's pale skin. It looked like someone had scratched it on with a ball point pen. Awful, jagged, and hard to look at without wincing.

The rest of HEARTS watched in abject horror as a massive amount of ominous, red smoke filled their beloved friend and colleague.

Harold jolted his head back down once he finally swallowed all of the smoke. Aside from his now bloodshot eyes and new neck tattoo, Harold looked more or less the same on the outside.

Everyone stood still, not saying a word. The air had become tense. Sam swallowed a breath. It felt sharp in his throat as it went down. Something was deeply wrong.

"Everyone, get back!!" Esmi commanded the team. Her voice snapped them back to their senses. "Harry, try to stay calm and listen carefully to me. Some kind of entity just forced its way inside your body. Tell me: how do you feel right now? And are you in control of your movements?"

Harold lowered his gaze down to the ground. His eyes matched a baby deer in headlights. The corners of his lips curled into a slight frown. Then, once he finally opened his mouth to speak, his voice came out shaky and quivering.

"I can feel it..." Harold held a hand against his chest. "It's slithering around inside of me. It's—"

He cut himself short. Harold threw his hands up to his head, gripping his temples as he began screaming horrifically. Esmi ran to his side while the others maintained a safe distance.

"What's wrong!? What's happening?"

"IT'S HIM! HE'S SCREAMING INSIDE MY MIND!"

"Who's screaming!?"

"ALACAN! HE WANTS HIS PERFECT VESSEL! HE'S FURIOUS— AAAAAHHHH!!"

"This thing's getting aggressive! Hang on, I've got a plan!"

Esmi took a step back. She then pulled out what looked like an egg from her backpack. Sam recognized the object. It was one of the many supposedly supernatural items Esmi liked to play around with. Sam didn't understand how an egg could possibly help them, but in a dire situation, he was ready to put all his faith in a magical trump card. Esmi stood in front of Harold with the egg held high.

"This is gonna hurt like hell, but I promise it'll get whatever's inside of you out whether it likes it or not! Now hold still!!"

With all her force, Esmi slammed the egg onto the back of Harold's head. The eggshell shattered upon contact, covering Harold in egg yolk. The yolk then spontaneously combusted, engulfing Harold in bright white flames. Sam winced as he watched his friend flop onto the ground, writhing in agony like a worm drowning in salt. His blood-curdling shrieks echoed off the walls of the tiny cave chamber. Halfway through his screaming, Harold’s voice dropped several octaves. His voice became hoarse and demonic.

“AAAAHHHH-OWWWWW!! yOU fUcKINg bITcH! GeT AWaYY!!!”

Sam wasn’t sure what exactly happened next. He heard Harold screaming, but then suddenly he found himself lying face down on the ground in severe pain. The back of his head ached, and the scraped, bloody skin on his arms and face stung with the air. Had something pushed him away? Was it some kind of invisible telekinetic force field? Sam didn’t know, but what he did know was that he wasn’t the only one affected by the impact. The other members of HEARTS had been thrown to the wall too. However, while Sam struggled to pick himself back up through the pain, the others had already gotten up and joined Esmi in fighting off whatever entity was inside of Harold. 

They were fighting a losing battle. Harold had gone into a full-blown rampage. He was slashing away at them and himself like he had razor blades for fingers. Blood and ink splattered the area. Sam watched the violence with bated breath. His heart felt like it was ready to explode. He wanted to jump into the fray and stop the demon from hurting his loved ones. But at the same time, his mind and soul were screaming at him to run away as fast as he could. Get away from the monster before he gets hurt too. Sam stood there, paralyzed by an impossible decision. It wasn’t until he heard his wife’s voice that he came back to his senses.

Run!

Sam looked up. His eyes locked onto Esmi’s. His heart dropped at the sight of her bloodied face. Her mouth was moving, but Sam couldn’t hear her through the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Esmi strained her voice, shouting again and again until finally, her words reached him.

“RUN! RUN AWAY, SAM! SAVE YOURSELF BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!!”

Without any hesitation, Sam turned around and bolted out of there. The last thing he heard was the amalgamation of several screaming voices behind him. But even that sound was tuned out by him focusing on running at full speed. Sam ran with every last bit of energy he had in his body. He did not stop until he made it out of the cave and back to their campsite, where Ruby waited patiently for the team’s return. Needless to say she was flabbergasted when Sam came charging in by himself. She tended to his wounds while he took the time to catch his breath. 

“Are you okay? What happened back there, Sam?” Ruby asked. His eyes darted around wildly as he processed what he had just experienced. Although he had regained some of his composure, it still took him quite some time before he could finally speak again. 

“The cave collapsed…” Sam started. His voice came out flat and monotone. “They were crushed under the rubble... I-I had to get out there before I got caught too.” 

“Oh my God… Everyone’s gone?”

“Everyone’s gone… Everyone.”

Sam repeated that last sentence out loud several times. Like he was trying to convince himself as opposed to Ruby. Naturally, Ruby broke down in tears at the shocking and sudden loss of her close friends. Sam was devastated too, though he shed no tears for his face was locked in a thousand-yard stare. He had just lost the love of his life to a demon. It was a truth his mind couldn’t accept as reality. Sam had survived, but his soul had gotten killed in the process. 

…Over the course of the next 48 hours, Sam and Ruby gathered their belongings and returned to their research headquarters with essentially nothing to show for it. Nothing but tragedy anyway. Sam had fallen into a stoic silence. Although she was equally grief-stricken, Ruby took the initiative to report what had happened. She figured Sam just needed time to mentally recover after what he had endured firsthand. 

Once it was all said and done, Sam returned to his household— alone. He relieved the nanny from her duties, then sat in silence in the living room. The trauma from the past week weighed heavily on Sam’s body and mind. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm down, but to no avail. Sam rose from the couch and made his way to his son’s bedroom where Abel was sound asleep in his crib. The nanny had just tucked him in for the night. A slight smile cracked on Sam’s face. The sight of his baby boy sleeping peacefully was the only thing that gave him peace. 

He watched him sleep for a few minutes, then ran off to his bedroom when a sudden realization hit him like a pile of bricks. Sam rummaged through all of Esmi’s old stuff. She collected various paranormal things over the years as a personal hobby. Sam never really cared for the supernatural the way Esmi did. But after the violent encounter he had in the Andes, he had no choice but to believe now. He pulled an all-nighter as he studied everything he could through Esmi’s collections. By the time the next morning came, Sam had crafted two charmed necklaces designed to protect the wearer from supernatural harm. He designed the necklace charm specifically to resemble the accursed relic that brought him so much pain in hopes that it would grant extra protection against it. Sam was no expert craftsman by any means, but he hoped they would get the job done.

Sam donned one of the necklaces, then went to the nursery room with the other in hand. 

“There you go, mi cariñito…” Sam whispered as he carefully placed the other necklace around Abel’s neck. The eerie jewelry looked out of place on a 1-year-old baby, but Sam didn't care. He refused to take any chances. He knew he didn’t have the privilege of blissful ignorance anymore. There was no telling if/when another demonic entity would try to attack them. Sam shuddered at the thought. Abel cooed in his arms as he woke up. Sam shook off the bad thoughts and held his son close to his chest, their necklace charms almost touching. 

“Those evil demons took away Mamá, but they will never hurt our family ever again. I promise I’ll protect you no matter what, my sweet little Abel. Papá’s here, forever and always.”

[tobecontinueth]

The Entrepreneur

I had no idea how nervous I would feel when we drove through the estate gate. Despite still having doubts about Rachel's desperate plan, I felt it was my duty as her brother to support her. I really wanted to help her, especially after all the warnings and concerns her friends and I had repeatedly voiced.

---

But let me introduce myself: I'm Steve Taylor, from the well-known Taylor family. However, my life isn’t as smooth as it once was. I recently graduated with a mediocre degree in business economics, and despite my father’s wealth and influence, I managed to mess up. He cut me off, and our relationship deteriorated, partly because of my 'failed' degree and my coming out. At least my mother and my sister, Rachel, still stand by me.

Rachel, my older sister, is now the family’s golden child, living a near-perfect life. She’s intelligent, eloquent, successful, and has a heart of gold—but terrible taste in men. This flaw led to what could be the dumbest thing we’ll ever do.

The cause of her misfortune? Jason Mars. Jason had everything I don’t: success, charisma, ambition, bunch of friends and the looks. He’s the son of Alexander Mars, my father’s best friend. Jason and Rachel met at the same consulting firm, and he relentlessly pursued her. While Rachel quickly advanced in her career, Jason dropped out, supposedly to become an influencer, presenting it as a smart move while hiding the real reason. My father, dazzled by his friendship with the Taylors and Jason's babbling, supported him fully. Jason used his fame, arrogance, and charm to open every door he could.

Jason quickly rose to fame as a fitness influencer and life coach, using his appearance to gain credibility. His muscular, attractive image made his fitness advice appear trustworthy, while his macho persona attracted a broad male audience with his simplistic views on "real masculinity." He flooded social media—YouTube, Instagram, TikTok, Twitter—with his lifstyle content, skillfully marketing himself and his brand. As his popularity grew, he began selling his own products and coaching seminars, promoting his vision of "real men" and their twisted values. He was preaching an entire lifestyle.

He transformed his followers into a misogynistic crowd, all while maintaining an image of charm and trustworthiness. His success validated him, and soon, he pulled my sister, Rachel, into his digital world. Rachel, with her intelligence, social grace, and looks, became part of his "parallel world," which his audience saw as confirmation of his messages. As she became another asset to his brand, their relationship reinforced his teachings within his community. In no time, he solidified himself as a brand, while Rachel was manipulated and subdued by his narcissism.

Jason knew exactly how to charm my sister and win my father's favor, using his success, looks, and manipulation to secure their attention. Blinded by his charm, Rachel fell for him completely. Once Jason realized he had my sister and father wrapped around his finger, he proposed to Rachel.

Over time, Jason’s toxic character became more obvious to me and Rachel's friends. When he learned I had fallen out of favor with my father, his pursuit of Rachel intensified. Jason was greedy—his own success wasn’t enough; he coveted my father’s fortune.

With time, it became clear what Jason truly was: an arrogant, manipulative scumbag focused solely on his own success.

But Rachel wasn’t just blinded by love—Jason had her under his control. She ignored the signs of his mistreatment, infidelity, and exploitation, and worst of all, she overlooked his misogynistic views and egotism, which actually clashed with her own values.

Jason’s greed was only fueled by my father. One day, my father announced he would be giving one of our largest estates to Jason, praising his success and impending marriage to Rachel. To my father, Jason was the son he never saw in me. Naturally, this decision faced strong opposition from my family—and me.

"If you hadn’t messed things up, you would’ve gotten that estate one day, Steve." Hearing my father say this was degrading—it was clear he no longer saw me as the promising son he had hoped for.

Almost overnight, Jason moved into our family estate. Even Rachel began to feel things were moving too fast. Jason turned the estate into his personal headquarters, repurposing rooms for his business: fitness areas, coaching spaces, and shooting sets. He transformed the house into a hollow backdrop for his brand, a world built on superficiality and greed.

While Rachel stayed in the apartment they shared, focused on her career, Jason reveled in his "masculine freedom." He set up a court at the estate, surrounded by pampered employees, greedy friends, naive models, and sycophants.

Jason likely already felt like a king, but his arrogance led to mistakes that cost him Rachel’s trust and damaged his reputation. After enduring his wrongdoings and being isolated from her friends, it was his infidelity that finally opened Rachel's eyes. Furious, she was determined to confront him. Her friends had been waiting for this moment—it was time to put an end to the manipulation, control, and lies.

Unfortunately, Rachel realized too late how manipulative Jason was. He had gaslighted my sister to such an extent that she began to doubt her own perceptions. When we presented the evidence of Jason's betrayal to our father as a last resort, hoping to at least regain the estate, he dismissed it, claiming we were overreacting and Rachel was simply overwhelmed by the upcoming wedding. He refused to blame Jason, likely because a breakup would harm his relationship with Jason’s father. Rachel had to accept the painful truth—that Jason had even manipulated our father.

At this point, a friend of Rachel suggested a more extreme path to revenge. The friend recommended a woman skilled in the 'inexplicable' offering Rachel a way to 'control' Jason. The details were vague, and Rachel had to follow every step precisely. The only assurances she had were her friend’s recommendation and the steep price for this 'solution'. I was shocked when Rachel told me how much she had paid for that.

"Are you insane? You paid all that money for a pile of trash?"

"These are totems I need to place around him. In the end, he’s supposed to drink this." She showed me a small vial of clear liquid that smelled like strong alcohol.

"Rachel, what the hell? Are you trying to poison him?"

"No of course not!"

"Oh wow, so your revenge is just getting him drunk?"

"Steve, stop it! I know it sounds crazy, but I trust my friend. It’ll work."

"Rachel, this is absurd. As your brother, I have to tell you this could seriously backfire. But..." I sighed, feeling lost.

"Do you believe in me?"

"Yeah, of course, always."

"Then help me, please, big brother!" She kissed me on the forehead and hugged me tightly, just like she always did.

---

As we passed through the gate, I saw Jason waiting for us.

"Remember what I told you. Jason thinks he can soothe me, so he'll continue his false game. I'll play the dutiful, submissive fiancée, and you'll be the eager scholar, ready to learn from the great master."

"For the hundredth time, I know! We’ve gone over this, and still, I don’t think he’ll be that stupid."

"You don’t know how blinded some guys can be by their own arrogance."

"True, you should know. You’ve definitely gotten familiar with being blinded by now..." I was interrupted by her elbow in my ribs.

"Jesus, Rachel! I’m driving."

"A little reminder to respect your big sister," she giggled.

Come here, my queen." Jason extended his arms toward her, not very warmly, and kissed her while grabbing her butt. Of course he did, Rachel was just another trophy of his.

"How come you're here?"

"I already messaged you. One of our clients backed out of a project, so I wanted to take a few days off with my fiancé. I thought we could use the time to get everything back in order. Plus, I managed to convince my brother to take a closer look at your successful business. He could probably learn a thing or two for his own future, after his failed degree." She skillfully hid her true intention and was surprisingly convincing. I hadn't realized how manipulative she could be.

"Just for the record, I didn't fail. I just wasn't the best."

Jason scanned me up and down with his eyes.

"Sure, I can show your baby brother how to build an empire. Though I hope he doesn’t want to get into modeling looking like that." With a bored look, he turned away from me and smirked at my sister. "But I doubt he has the guts for such a well-planned business."

What an arrogant jerk, he was.

--

Rachel and I spent our extended stay at 'Glory Mars Ltd.' while she loyally stuck to Jason, much to his obvious annoyance. Following the mysterious woman’s instructions, she carefully slipped totems to Jason when needed. I didn't know the details nor was I sure if it was witchcraft, voodoo, or something else, but I had accepted my sister’s plan. My sister could have done this alone, but wanted a backup in case things went wrong with all the people running the headquarters. So I was there as mental and physical backup, though I wasn’t much help physically.

I spent time exploring Jason’s residency, which was a chaotic mix of startup spirit, party venue, and office. It felt like his character came to life here, with beautiful people running around and stressed workers keeping things afloat. Photoshoots, filming, and other constant online content filled the estate. Jason had perfected the images for his brand and required content, and it worked.

But some of the guests and his bizarre coaching sessions were unsettling. I stumbled into some of his "masculine self-discovery” talks, forced to sit through them. Hearing Jason lecture about how easy it was to pick up women by following his douchey rules disgusted me.

It was mid-December by now, and Jason was preparing for a major campaign to launch his sportswear line in the new year. To make a stronger impression on his target audience, he enlisted a well-known collaboration partner and gave himself a fresh new look (new clothes and a new haircut). The team was fully staffed and ready for the preparations.

Jason spent most of his time in the specially set-up gym, filming workout routines, conducting interviews, and taking test shots for the collection photoshoot. One female model in particular caught my eye during the test shots—she stood out effortlessly, drawing attention with her natural poise.

It was fascinating to watch how seamlessly everything came together, as each piece fell into place with precision. Jason remained the center of attention throughout, always under careful observation for any imperfections. Makeup artists worked tirelessly to ensure his appearance looked flawless, while other assistants were constantly changing him into new outfits. There was even one assistant who had the unenviable task of carrying a dumbbell for him, allowing Jason to stay pumped for the cameras and maintain the perfect physique on screen.

One day, as we followed Jason through his entire work routine, time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Before we knew it, it was already past 3 AM. The production team was clearly exhausted, but Jason insisted on doing one more test shoot. As usual, he was the model. I had to admit, he was a true workaholic—and a successful one at that.

The photographer and his team struck a deal: they would set up the set, and either Rachel or I could take the photos ourselves. I was clearly annoyed by this arrangement, but Rachel signaled to me that it was time to initiate the final step of her plan. Exhausted from the long day, I didn't fully grasp what this meant. But deep down, I knew I would finally see if she was right—and I never imagined that Jason and we would ever be alone in this house.

"Hey Jason, how about a drink to wrap up this successful day?" my sister asked with sudden enthusiasm. Jason almost unnoticed rolled his eyes in response.

"I don't drink during work, babe. We're not done yet. Where do you get such stupid ideas?" he replied, now visibly annoyed.

She immediately pulled a small flask out of her pants and waved it in front of his face. "Oh come on, at least have a sip." I couldn't believe that she was trying to administer this liquid to Jason with such a naive excuse, whatever the end result of taking it was supposed to be. Jason almost pushed my sister aside and went to the prepared platform.

"Steve, get ready to trigger the camera... And bring me my protein shake that's over there with you." I had to pull myself together to keep from charging at him from the side. How dare he treat us like that. Furious at my sister's failed plan, I wanted to throw the bottle of his stupid shake in his face. When I took the bottle and brought it to him, my sister, who was standing slightly behind him, gave me a thumbs up, signaling that everything was going according to plan. She couldn't know that...

Suddenly, Jason snatched the bottle out of my hand and almost completely emptied its contents.

"Urgh, what kind of idiot messed this up? Disgusting..." He then shoved the bottle back into my hand. "Go on, take the photos of me." He sat down on the pedestal, closed his eyes, and became completely still. Apparently, that was his way of preparing for the shoot. I returned to the camera trigger and sat down at the laptop. I took one last look at Jason and pressed the shutter...

There was a muffled crash. I looked up and missed the sight of Jason. I could see his feet on the ground. My sister was already kneeling next to him, but the platform was blocking my full view of him.

"Steve, get over here, now!” I stormed towards it and couldn't believe my eyes when I stood in front of it. All that lay before us was Jason's skin, stripped of all body mass.

"What the hell?! You’ve killed him! That was your plan, Rachel? To kill him in the strangest way possible?"

My sister began to tremble. "No... no! I followed every instruction to the letter. I couldn't have made a mistake!"

"And yet, here we are, with Jason’s strange remains. What the fuck Rachel!" I also began to panic.

"Rachel, I thought you were using this crazy stuff to make him more submissive?! I mean, you said you could 'control' him, whatever that was supposed to mean!"

We both stood there, bewildered, staring at the remnants of Jason, shocked and filled with thoughts of what we should do next. Suddenly, my sister began to mutter to herself.

" ... control! Steve! That's it! You have to do it, no question, please do it!"

"What? What are you talking about?” I couldn't follow her at all.

"Here, let me show you!” She reached for that ragged pile that used to be Jason and searched for something. "Look at this Steve. 'Jason' here is sucked dry. The woman said he could be controlled. I don't think I got screwed and I did everything right.”

"What are you talking about Rachel? That's just disgusting.” I thought I was going to throw up as she plucked Jason's remains back and forth, completely startled.

She reached for what must have once been Jason's arm and suddenly she put her own arm through the opening that used to be Jason's mouth. It all seemed like a full body costume that just needed to be worn again...

"Rachel stop that. I'm about to break.”

However, as Rachel effortlessly passed her arm through Jason's mouth, she steered towards Jason's right hand, cupping Jason's skin over her arm. Jason's face, shoulder and upper arm jammed against my sister's shoulder.

"Look at that Steve!” as she seemingly reached Jason's hand with her own, Jason's hand moved fully functional. Suddenly the hand seemed completely healthy and functioning again. As did part of his arm. Every inch of his hand had life breathed back into it. She fidgeted with Jason's fingers and clenched her hand into a fist and suddenly you could clearly see the muscle contractions and blood veins.

"Rachel?! Am I dreaming?!" "You can’t possibly be doing what I think I’m seeing, can you?" "Steve, you need to go through with this, or everything will have been for nothing!"

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

"As you can see, Jason is nothing more than a sort of body suit now. You’re going to put it on and take his place, making sure this guy disappears from our lives." I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—was she really suggesting this to me?

"Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I went through all this just to make you laugh, Steve?" She looked at me with a demanding gaze.

"Rachel! How do you even expect this to work?" "How is this supposed to function in any way?"

"I’ll help you, but you need to put it on now. Otherwise, we’d have to explain to the world how Jason disappeared when we were the only ones left with him."

"I’m not going to slip into the skin of that misogynistic and probably homophobic guy! I promised to help you. I didn’t promise to slip into your soon-to-be-ex-fiancé like some horror movie. I mean, even if I did, people would notice right away! Why don’t you do it yourself if you’re so sure about it?"

She continued to look at me questioningly. "Are you serious, Steve?! How is this supposed to work if I’m not here? Besides, I have a job I don’t want to lose!"

"Oh wow! So now I’m supposed to clean up your mess?!"

"You promised to help me, Steve!" I looked at 'Jason' and swallowed, but I knew we didn’t have many options left. Jason's disappearance would be just as attention-grabbing as if someone found him here.

"Steve, we need to do this now. Imagine if someone finds this and decides to slip into his skin. Worst case, it’ll just cause us even more problems!"

"But Rachel, do you even know if all of this can be reversed?"

"I assume so, yes. Otherwise, we’ll have to go back to the woman. She should be able to help us."

"Sure, because assumptions always give us the security we need."

"Steve, just do it already, damn it! I don’t know what else to do! I’m guessing you’ll have to go in without clothes!"

"Trapped between pure disgust and a sense of brotherly duty, the thought of what would happen if we didn’t get rid of Jason or if something worse were done with this thing overwhelmed me.

"Rachel, turn away!"

"Thank you Steve!" She kissed me on the forehead again and turned away from me expectantly.

–––

I reached for the body suit in front of me and was frightened by the tactile sensation. It felt more than alive. What a sick shit! I took my foot and put it through the mouth. Then my other one so I could pull it on like pants. The feeling was kind of disgusting.

When I reached my own package, I hesitated for a moment and finally tried to place my cock inside Jason's. Immediately I noticed how my entire lower body became one with the skin. Suddenly Jason's legs were mine ... just like his tool. I realized how much longer my cock was now ... and did I just get a few centimeters taller? This was definitely not my usual perspective. What followed was Jason's sixpack abs up to his defined chest. Then I guided my arms into his. Everything felt too big and the feeling of Jason's mouth squeezing my neck was more than uncomfortable. Once again, my upper body melted into Jason's skin. The feeling was exhilarating. I never imagined I could control such strength and muscles. Every motion of my hands and arms triggered the contraction of Jason’s muscles. As I ran my hands over my chest and stomach, I could feel it as though it were my own skin. The only difference was that I’d never had pectoral muscles like this, let alone such a defined six-pack. The oblique muscles on my sides were equally well-defined and pronounced. Every movement felt entirely new, yet simultaneously familiar, as if it were my own. It was awe-inspiring. What kind of dark power could make something like this possible?

"Could you please hurry up, Steve?" my sister asked suddenly, having turned around.

"Come on, Rachel!" I quickly covered myself.

"Don’t worry, Steve. I’ve seen that package a few times already!" She turned away again, seemingly impatient.

"Alright," I thought to myself. I reached into Jason's mouth, which was tightly around my neck. Time to complete the picture. I struggled to pull his face over mine. When I felt that his face – or rather, his head – was in the right place, I thought to myself that anyone would immediately notice the wrong facial structure, mouth shape, and eye color. Suddenly, as if on command, everything went black in front of my eyes, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It felt as though something was digging into my throat and lungs. It was terrifying. Thankfully, the darkness lifted, and I could breathe again. I gasped for air as if I had been on the verge of drowning, and I noticed how high my chest rose with each breath. I did it again, repeating the motion to track it once more. Curious, I ran my hand over my face and felt Jason’s stubble, followed by his defined jawline and prominent jawbones. A stark contrast to my round face. As I moved my hand upward, I felt Jason’s perfectly styled hair for the shoot. I had no idea how much hairspray or wax must have been in his hair to keep it that firm.

"I think I’m done, Rachel." Startled by my own strange voice, I placed my hand over my mouth. Rachel immediately turned around. From her look, I could tell she could hardly believe her own eyes and ears.

"Shit. I even have his voice." Rachel moved closer to me. I immediately noticed the difference in height – I was no longer shorter than she was.

Suddenly, she grabbed my face with both hands and tried, presumably, to separate me from Jason’s skin. But it seemed to be without success. Then, she suddenly yanked my eyelids wider open with her fingers, and shortly after, she put her hand in my mouth.

"Say ‘Ah’!"

I did as I was told, still adjusting to my new voice. A voice I hadn’t exactly appreciated. She seemed to be examining my mouth, pulling my lip up to look at my teeth.

"It’s all correct, Steve. His voice, his eyes, his teeth, his tongue. Incredible!"

"Are you serious?! I have his gray eyes? And his teeth?! How is that even possible? Rachel, did you sell your soul to that woman?”

"That’s nonsense, Steve. No, I didn’t. But I suppose she was worth the money." She grabbed Jason’s phone and showed me my new face reflected in the black mirror. "Wow." I was too shocked to say anything else.

"Say his name."

"Jason."

"His full name."

"Jason Mars."

"You sound just like him." Slightly irritated by her commands, I looked away.

"What’s with that look, Steve?"

"What?"

"Don’t give me that look, you hear me? Jason always looks like that when there’s something he’s not saying."

"What? I didn't do anything. Stop making accusations!"

"There! See?!"

"I’m not doing anything, Rachel!"

"Goddamn it. Are you telling me this is just a regular look of him? You’re not even trying? How do you feel, Steve?"

"Eh, I'm fine, at least I think so. Except for the difference in height, weight, and muscles." I couldn't help but smile at the smooth and captivating voice of Jason.

"Good. If you say so... I guess we should get some sleep now, Steve. We have a lot ahead of us to manage, and we need to be prepared. I'll come to you early in the morning so nobody suspects anything unusual. There's no way we're sharing a bed tonight. We’ll tell everyone you left tonight... How about we say Jason was rude as usual and you decided to leave?"

"Wow, Rachel, you've already thought all this through? Why do I have to be the snappy one in this story?"

"Calm down, brother. I'll sleep upstairs. You should head to Jason's room. Good night." She was about to kiss my forehead but quickly stopped, realizing it would be strange now that I was in Jason’s body.

---

I entered Jason's room, completely unsure of how to behave now that I was in his body. I wasn’t ready to sleep—I was far too agitated. So I decided to take a look around his room. It was a mix of a gym and office space, honestly quite messy. It was in sharp contrast to his strict routines and meticulously organized work calendar.

As I glanced over his things, I started to get a clearer picture of who Jason really was, beyond his repulsive character. I checked his personal belongings, work materials, and photographs—some of his friends, and others of him. Judging by his items alone, I might’ve thought he was a cool guy, but unfortunately, I knew better.

At the back of the room, I found a walk-in closet and an adjoining bathroom. Curiously, I entered the bathroom and was immediately struck by the overwhelming collection of perfumes, beauty products, and dirty clothes. But this was also the first time I truly saw myself—completely and clearly.

Standing in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel curious about taking a shower. I stepped in, and it was like discovering Jason’s body all over again, but from an entirely new perspective. Claiming muscles like these as my own, under these circumstances, was oddly exciting. The feel of his biceps, his six-pack, and his pecs was unreal. He was so lean—it was almost ridiculous.

When I stepped out of the shower, I couldn't deny the thrill I felt as I looked at my new reflection. Despite my deep disdain for Jason, there was something oddly exciting about seeing his image mirror my every move, as if I was getting a free show of someone like him. I couldn't help but feel a bit amused by the situation, enjoying the chance to roleplay for once. It's not every day you get horny by a narcissistic beast like this. I brushed his hair back, adopting an arrogant expression, just like I had seen him do so many times.

"Seems like the loser of your brother is really into me, Rachel." I had to stifle a laugh but at the same time I felt how my member was getting hard.

As I looked around, I spotted Jason's jewelry resting atop a small box—his flashy wristwatch, which he loved to flaunt for its hefty price, and one of his necklaces. I decided to capture the moment. I tried to flex his muscles, finding the best way to showcase them, watching each movement with admiration. Despite my disdain, I couldn't help but be captivated by his physique, cursing myself for becoming yet another victim of his appearance.

---

The next morning, Rachel helped me pick the right outfit. I was stunned how much clothing Jason called his own. In addition there were boxes full of brand new pieces of his new label. It was embarrassing for me, but I had to admit that Jason knew how to dress. When I put on the clothes Rachel had laid out for me, I found it pretty hot to see how good my reflection looked. I could never have worn something like that without looking like a fool. Jason had style. Rachel filled me in on Jason's life and habits, in case I ran into anyone. It was a lot to remember but I did my best not to forget anything important. She suggested we create a story about an important side business to distract his staff and keep me out of the spotlight. Although she knew it seemed suspicious for Jason to act this way given his plans, we agreed it was the best option for now. She also decided to play her part by faking some drama to make it look like there was tension between us.

We went outside to get some fresh air and stumbled upon Jason's training dummy, the one he used for his pathetic fighting moves to impress his followers. I stood in front of it and started dancing as if I were in a club.

"Come on, Rachel, record this!"

I deliberately danced in a way Jason would never, aiming to create an embarrassing video of him.

"God, he's going to hate it so much when he sees this," she laughed, clearly enjoying the show.

But as I moved back and forth in front of the dummy, a sudden thought and impulse hit me. I decided to act on it and hit the dummy with a strong punch.

"What the heck, Steve?" Rachel asked, her tone critical.

"Uh, I wanted to try it out... to see how it feels."

"You want to know how it feels..." Suddenly, her phone rang.

"Shit, I have to take this, Steve. We're not done here yet." She walked off to take the call, returning a few moments later, visibly stressed.

"Fuck, Steve!"

"What?"

"I have to get back to my job right away."

"I thought you didn’t have to go in..."

"Shit, I know, but if I don't leave now, I'm out of my job. It couldn't get worse." She paused, frustrated. "Steve, you have to handle this on your own for now. Before we go to our father’s so we’ll officially break up in front of him."

"You can't be serious, Rachel?! How am I supposed to manage this? I have no idea how to keep from being exposed. I don't know anything about him, except that he's a real asshole!" I protested vehemently.

"I trust you, Steve. You got the looks now. But we don’t have another choice. Just act like a ruthless narcissist. It should be doable, right? I'll be back in a week, and then we'll go to our parents'."

"Sure! What the fuck Rachel! What about me. I don't want to be that douche. And what do we tell OUR PARENTS about where their son is?!"

"We'll figure something out, Steve. Just text them from your own phone. You'll come up with something. Alright, we'll stay in touch. Love you." While she spoke, she hurriedly packed her things and left in a rush, leaving me standing in the cold.

--

I tried to get through the next few days without knowing what to expect. However, it quickly became clear that Jason’s schedule was packed to the brim. As his staff and sycophants returned, I was whisked from one meeting to the next. I barely had to do anything except follow 'my assistant.' Thankfully, my knowledge of business plans kept me from being caught off guard. Luckily, I was pampered and guided by a team of assistants making it way easier for me pretending to be Jason. There was even a chef who prepared meals according to Jason’s strict diet plan. The food was excellent, I must admit. After a few meetings, my assistant gently reminded me that I was falling behind on my training. Almost forced to blend in, I had to do a workout under the watchful eyes of my assistants.

"Can’t you leave me alone for a bit?" I asked and my assistants scattered in every direction. Reluctantly, I gave in and retreated to Jason's room, where I could finally enjoy some peace and quiet. It was probably the only place in the house where no one was lurking. The chaos and tension had me feeling overheated, and even when I ripped off my shirt, it didn’t make me feel any cooler. I decided to step outside for some fresh air.

As I reflected on my situation, I hoped for a new idea, but I felt paralyzed. The sacrifice I’d made for my sister was starting to feel suffocating.

As I was about to enter the mansion again, I passed the training dummy once more. I nearly ignored it, but then the same feeling from earlier that morning washed over me. This time, nothing would hold me back.

It hit me like a flood, and I began attacking the dummy with wild energy. Each strike landed with precision. Was it muscle memory? A sense of routine and relaxation took over.

Driven by this liberating feeling, I kept going, letting the momentum carry me into the large gym on the property. I worked out on every piece of equipment as if I’d been doing it all my life. Eventually, Jason’s friends found me, and they cheered on my wild energy in the gym, which only fueled me more. When my assistant returned, she made sure to record my workout for Jason’s social media accounts and prepared the footage for posting. Before long, I had a small group of followers and assistants in my back. Strangely, I no longer felt like I was fighting the current.

Over the next few days, I began to loosen up, feeling more in sync with everything around me. My team guided me through photoshoots, business meetings, events, and provided scripts for Jason’s social media. I did my best to meet everyone’s expectations and avoid any suspicious behavior. Clearly, I wasn’t doing too badly, though it was obvious that Jason’s own people noticed a shift—'Jason' wasn’t as cocky as usual. On the other hand, his friends seemed disappointed that I wasn’t acting like I ruled the world. They interpreted this as a weakness, which they hadn’t expected from their guru of 'masculinity.'

So, despite my intentions and beliefs, I had become the protagonist at "Glory Mars Ltd." and found myself managing an entire business while dealing with a bunch of toxic 'friends.' But all of this, as challenging as it was, had one purpose—to help my sister.

What surprised me even more was the fact that practicing martial arts suddenly had such a balancing effect on me. I don't know if it was the sudden familiarity of the movements that motivated me, or the activity itself. In any case, I used every free minute to distract myself with exercise in Rachel's absence. To my own astonishment.

All in all, I hoped to hear from Rachel sooner rather than later. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep up this facade of pretending to be Jason. Although I must admit that I could get used to seeing such a hunk in the mirror...

To be continued ...

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The Best Gift

College over. Starting a new life in a new town. College grad . Top in my class.

Well, I'm gifted. I can read anything and remember and comprehend it. So I was top in my class.

The only thing I am on my own.

I'm Eric Tate. Living on a large inheritance.

I was eat at this sidewalk care when I saw him for the first time. Officer Dennis Ross.

You don't see it. Really. Do my glasses make me some kind of Clark Kent?! He looks just like me, and no one sees it.

I just sat there eating my dinner. I was checking him out from head to toe. Thinking if that was me. His build looks almost if not the same. Voice same sounding.

It got me thinking. Study to be a cop. I have the time. And with my talent. I only have to read. I can earn how to fire a gun. And work out more at the gym. I can get the same body.

But first. Learn more about him and his schedule. I need to spy on him. Learn to be him. I got the time.

There is a park by the police station. Wait to shift end and see where he goes.

Reading books on becoming a police officer. Found training videos they put rookies through. The police station has a website. Putting faces to name.

I picked up a police radio. Leaving to understand police calls and codes.

I also found a small apartment right across from his place. I can see in his windows.

I keep testing myself. Pretending I was Officer Ross. My body looks like his now. I even have contacts. So, no mote glasses.

It was time to test things out. He went to work. I made my way into his place. I look just like him. So, no one will look twice.

I saw a uniform shirt and pants with other items to be dry clean.

I took off my clothes. Looked around found socks and underwear and t-shirt. I slipped on his uniform. Extra uniform shoes in the closet. It was like it was made for me. Or should I say. Looking in the mirror, I saw Officer Dennis Ross.

One thing I lesrn. He has 2 or more if everything. Right down to his badge and duty belt. I found the combo for gun safe. I'm fully decked out. I looked just like him.

When he is not home. I go over and borrow his clothes. Or a uniform. Passing myself off as him .

Today. I went to the police station. Off duty. I'm just looking around. Learning the layout.

Everyone thinks I'm Dennis. And I love how I look as him. Goodbye glasses. And his clothes show off my body.

As you can see, Christmas is come. I know what I want.

I learned so much in a few short months. I could truly be him.

December 23rd, he came home. Not knowing I was there and waiting.

He walked into his bedroom, and I was standing right behind him. He is taking off his uniform. I held a syringe man. Shower time. Once he was naked, he was headed to take a shower. I came up behind. One arm around him and I got the needle into his neck. And down he went.

I'm not sure if he saw me in the mirror. Guy wearing his clothes, who could it be, his twin. Taking him down.

It was my first time seeing him naked. I did great. My body looked like his. I took him into the other room. I tied him up.

I am now Dennis Ross. The best gift I could have ever gotten. I know his holiday work schedule. I spent the night being off duty. Passing as him. I woke the next morning as Officer Dennis Ross. Felt great putting on that uniform. And walking into the station.

It's Christmas Eve. Let's see how the day goes.

Not bad. I did it like I have been a cop for some time. There was action a few times at the mall and some business on main street. I was awesome. No one could tell the difference.

I got home. Got out of my uniform and showered. Now, to join friends for a pre Christmas.

But I need to check on my guest. The look on his face sees me as him.

I sat down and told him about my day. I could tell the drugs were wearing off. He was fighting the ropes. I got the gag off and was screaming at me.

I don't know who you are? But. You will never get away with this.

I just sat there. Get it all out of your system. I started loading up another injection. Here is my Christmas present to you. Don't fight it. Hate to have the needle break off due to your movement, fighting with me. I'm still stronger then you.

As he went to sleep. I meet up with the other officers.

Christmas morning. I volunteer to work. Dennis was coming around. His first time , he saw me in his uniform. Even he was thinking I was him.

I made us both breakfast. Scramble eggs. He had something extra in it to keep fight out of him.

I kept him out until New Years. I was enjoying being him. Most adventure I had ever had. Every day is something new and exciting. I think I should be a police officer.

I got a few days off afterward. Running around as Dennis. Enjoying his life. And no one could tell any difference.

I checked in on him. He lost so much muscle. So weak. So out of it. I untied the ropes . Removed the gagged. There is no fight. He has been there for over a week. 10 days so far. He looked terrible. Sick. Maybe since he hadn't eaten in that time.

I sat there. I watched as he closed his eyes closed. Going into his final sleep.

I am now Officer Dennis Ross. No going back. My Christmas gift to be him was now permanent.

The night where I was off the next day, I took him into the woods. And made him disappear.

Months have gone by. Like I was Dennis the whole time. Enjoy every minute of it. In till I saw him. I never thought of being a police officer. But now. That's all I want to be.

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The Perfect Set-Up

Being a campus nerd, all you could do is idolize the guy you wish you could be.

There was something about one of the guys I tutored. Court Davis. He was more adventurous than most guys on campus. He he had a lean muscular tone.

He wrote a motorcycle. But I think it was the gear he wore that was the turn-on. Full leather suit.

If you saw him and class , it was just like any other student. But on Saturday morning, he got geared up and on to his bike.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to become Court. And being a science major I know exactly what to do.

First thing Saturday morning. He gets on his bike and goes for a ride. But this friday night, I did a little disconnecting. A key component on his bike so it wouldn't start.

Seeing them there like that.

I watched him look around, trying to figure out why the bike wouldn't start. He's not even close.

I had everything and was ready to go. I just needed to get the nerve to get near him.

He has known me since I was his tutor. Why was I up so early. Nothing's on campus is open this early. Maybe he won't notice.

I walked up behind him as he was checking out his bike, trying to figure out why the engine wouldn't start. A few loose connections will not be easy to detect.

He knew I was walking up to him and even greeted me. But he stayed more focused on his bike.

He didn't see me pull out the syringe. As I stuck it into his neck and it fully injected him.

The look on his face as it took effect as he fell backward onto the ground.

He is bigger than me. 6 inches taller. if not more. I needed to drag him out of view. I pulled off his boots so I wouldn't scratch him up. And then I started to take his riding suit off his body.

As the drugs were taking effect at him. The look on his face as I stripped him down.

Stripped down to his underwear. It was a lot easier to get him onto the lawn. I didn't want to damage the suit in any way.

I gotta behind some bushes and pulled off his underwear. I injected with a few more drugs and got him ready.

I went and retrieved the rest of his gear that I left by his bike.

I then undressed myself. Give me myself some other injections.

I could feel it as it surge through my body.

He was ready. And so was I to become him.

I position myself over him. His swollen cock penetrated my butt cheeks and into me. Once inside of me, he released his load, passing his essence on to me. His body yet got smaller as his body drained down. Losing most of his physical traits of him.

Everything about him was now inside me. Thanks to him.

I rolled him over onto his chest. And I climbed on top of what was left of him. My cock was large and swollen. It was bigger than ever before. It was full of my old essence. I forced myself into him. Penetrating is butt cheeks. Releasing my load inside of him

I know it was working because his hair was changing color. From dark to light brown. He was taking on my characteristics as I was taking on his.

Once I was fully drained of my old self

I just laid down the ground. Watching his body transform into mine and I into him.

This is the best science experiment I ever worked on. Goodbye, nerd.

The sun was still rising when I came around. I was now Court Davis. His lean muscular tone body was mine. My more manly appearance that was once his.

I slipped on his underwear and started slipping on his gear. I knew everything about motorcycles now. And since I was now Court.

I'd love how the leather hugged my new frame of a body that showed off my muscular tone. It took a little bit to get used to my new height.

I looked over at him as I got dressed seeing my body laying there now. Once I was dressed I dressed him in my old clothes. Adding the last touch. Putting the glasses on that nerd face.

The energy that was surging through my body. His energy. I just left my body lying there on the ground. I walked over to the bike. I am reconnecting the changes I made. And the bike started right up.

I jumped on the bike. Like Court did every saturday morning. And went out for that day's adventure riding.

It was like a normal routine to me. It was my life now. His routines were now mine.

I returned late in the afternoon like clock work. Went up to my dorm room and got out of my gear.

It's time to be a college student again..

But this time it will be different. Court will no longer need a tutor. I'm the one in control. I may have taken over his life, but I kept my IQ.

My favorite time is being alone. Getting undressed is exploring my new body

You never guess his guy rises a motorcycle.

And how much I enjoy looking at myself in this body. The lean muscular tone. Along with this nice package.

He's so much more. I could never be like this. I'm so glad I took it from him.

I see my old self walking across campus, but I don't talk to him. And he seems to be afraid of me. The only people who notice any real change are the teachers and professors, as my grades have gone up. I am more focused in my classes. My assignments are turned in on time. And i've got on to the dean's list.

The best part is my saturday morning. Putting on the leather gear and riding my bike.

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Eyeing the Promotion

People look at jobs and the company they work for differently. Others see them getting ahead. Others like myself. It seems like a dead end. So many gotten ahead as I just sit there.

I hate this business trip.

I prefer to travel alone. But I am traveling with a coworker. I been with the company for some time before he came aboard. And I have a feeling he is going to be my next manager.

Smart, good-looking, he presents himself very well.

For myself, this company seems to be aging me.

I have been searching for a way to better myself. I think I found it. And I will need my coworker to help me.

It will require me to use him. To my advantage.

I sat at this bar waiting for him to join me. 2 glasses of brandy.

He finally showed. So full of energy. Going over the day. He didn't even notice.

He kept talking. Acting like my boss. Then it hit him. The look on his face said it all.

He just sat there. With that look on his face.

I smiled. Looking at what soon will be mine. I got up and pulled his wallet from his suit jacket pocket and paid the bill.

I got him to his feet. It's time. I said to him. No time for dinner. We have something to do and you're going to help me.

There, we passed on our way back to the hotel. We passed an empty building, and I took him inside. Private and no worry anyone walking in on us.

All alone. I gave in one of a few injections, and I started stripping him from his tailor-made suit. And taking off my own as the drugs stated to take effect on him.

I completely the injections on him and drank the formula for me.

His body was muscular fit. And a bit taller. All that was about to change. His muscular tone started to soften. And I was to drain him dry. I bit the tip off his right pectorial muscle and drank him dry. The the left.

I could feel it surging as it went through my body. I could feel him getting smaller as I started to grow. I couldn't keep my hands off him. Draining his beautiful body of everything that made it him.

The lost look on his face. Not a sound from him. As I drained him of everything.

He started to come around as I tranformed.

His youth and muscular physique is gone. I drain him of his youth. Skinny to the bone. Tan faded.

He seemed lost and confused. Not knowing who he is.

As I became a handsome businessman. And now had the best of him. I started getting dressed in his suit.

I felt great. I think I have all his knowledge. I felt smarter . Besides younger and fit.

I was him. Head to toe.

Everything was perfect. Right down to the fit of his suit. Things are still changing. My beard growing in. Everything was his was mine.

He seemed to continue to age, and I pulled myself together.

I was him and he was and lost old man. I gave him my old suit. Never fit me again.

I left him there and headed back to the hotel. Great late night dinner. And bed.

The next day, it was just me now. He is a lost sole of the streets. Not knowing who he was or where he was.

The rest of the trip as a big success.

I return home to new life, and home. His.

I got the promotion. And my old self is not even missed.

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Land Into A New Life

I became unemployed a few months ago. Before my severance runs out. I decided I wanted to start a new life somewhere else.

I did all my research, and I found the best place for me to find a job and start a new life.

But the day I got on that plane, I didn't know how much I was right. The thing was, it wasn't my life. I was someone else's.

He got on the plane before me. And oddly enough. I was in the seat right behind him.

I was traveling with a baseball cap and sunglasses. Since him and I looked so much like I decided to keep my sunglasses and hat on. I was also fortunately not to have a passenger next to me.

Through the whole six hour fight , I was able to hear his conversations on his phone and see his laptop between the seats. He was getting in town early and starting a new job.

I did some research myself during the flight. This guy's has my dream job. And right there, I decided I was going to become him.

I kept a safe distance, but I followed him. I was trying nit to have to get him out of my site.

Watching him pick up a large suitcase and garment bag.

He's going to be staying at a hotel until he finds a place to live.

I made sure I got in the same hotel shuttle bus as he did to his hotel. I didn't have a reservation there.

When he was standing at the front desk, I was trying to listen to everything the clerk was saying. I want to make sure I got his room number.

I watched him and his luggage.Go with the bell boy up to the to his room.

When I got to the desk, I told the clerk. My flight was canceled. I wanna make a see if I can get a room here.

We have a lot of availability this week.You're lucky said the clerk.

I don't know how long I'll be staying.Maybe a night or two.

I also have a friend who checked in a little while ago. Maybe I can get a room next to his?. And I told him the number. He is staying in room 317.

The clerk checked.

Oh, your friends here and indefinite stay. I see his companies paying for the room. Yeah I thought it was while we were both going on business trips and traveling pretty much the same flight. But my joining flight was canceled.

I got you a joining room 319. Would you might be just staying a few days. 1 to 2 nights.

I didn't have as much baggage with me. I just picked up my bags and headed to the room.

I spotted his room right away. There's a room key card on the floor right outside the door.

I can't believe it. He dropped his spoo are room key.

I headed over to my room and got in. There is a connecting door to the two rooms. The room also had a balcony. The way the blinds were turned was able to see right into his room.

He was unpacking when I looked in , but when I looked again, he was trying on his suits.

One point I heard I'm calling room service.

That automatically gave me an idea.

Right across on the hotel was a drugstore.

I found some sleep aid items and some other needed items. I like that they have self check out. No clerk the question what items i'm purchasing. And I paid cash. No paper trail.

When I got upstairs.I saw the room service clerk. He pushy more than one food cart.

Hus room tickets are laying right on top. I quickly opened the bottle sleeping pills and ground them up.

As he was delivering the first cart. I found room 317. I added it to his food. He delivered the next cart, and I added it to his drink.

I slipped into my room and listened to him delivered to room #317.

I sat on the balcony, and I watched him. He was still in a suit when he answered the door. He was still checking himself out as he was eating his food. But within no time, he was out cold.

I open the adjoining room on my side. Since I found his room key on the floor, I was able to go into the hallway and get into his room.

The first thing I put the Do not disturb sign on the door.

And I was checking him out then closely.

He was my identical twin. I saw his wallet lay on the dresser, and I looked at it. The stats are correct. We are the same.

His name was Grant Taylor.

I put his drug food into a trash bag and put it on the cart.

I also noticed. The food cart had a table cloth covering it. Underneath, there was a large shelf with nothing on it.

An idea hit me. I remember seeing a empty building between the airport and here. It was kind in the middle of a nowhere.

I went over to his room phone and picked it up and said my name was Grant Taylor in room #317. Is there a way for me to rent a car.

I grabbed his wallet and headed downstairs. They pointed me to a gentleman

He got me all set up with a nice vehicle.

I went up to the room. I picked Grant up. The suit he was wearing was beautiful as I shoved him under the room service cart.

I took the elevator down to the parking garage, and the vehicle was waiting. I was able to get Grant into the back of the vehicle. I returned the cart to room service saying hey I was headed out anyways.

I started driving down the road. There are a few vacant buildings. I went into the back and I found one I was able to get into easily.

I was able to drive inside.

I pulled Grant from the back.

I placed him in a chair that I found. Decided to strip him from the beautiful suit he was wearing.

I took off my own clothes and got dressed in his. The suit was like it was tailor-made for me.

I took a quick walk around, and I found some rope. I tied him to the chair in case he came to.

The drugs are still on effect and making him a little loopy.But he saw me standing there looking like him.

He may look muscular , but the drugs made him weak. This will definitely keep the fight out of them for some time.

It's surprising. The muscular frame that suit covers just like my own.

The look on his face when he saw me standing there in his suit with his face.

Before leaving. I pulled out of water bottle.I had with me. I couldn't tell you how much sleeping aids I had put in there. And I forced him to drink the entire bottle.

I gathered up my stuff, and I headed back to the hotel.

When I got back to the hotel , I moved all my stuff into his room.

The next day, I would check out my room. But now I'm taking over Grant Taylor life. You still have to report to work. I spent that time studying up.

I tried on all his clothes. I have some beautiful suits. I am all set up for my new job and my new life.

I read over this resume that I found on his laptop. We're pretty much the same person from what i'm reading. The only difference is i've done this job before.

I spent the next few days becoming him.

I was only focused on becoming Grant Taylor. Im going through all his emails and messages on all the people he had contracted and talked to at his new job.

He was so druaged up that week, but I still talked to him. Is there anything I need to know before I start work on monday.

Come Monday. I'll be fully ready for my new job.

I couldn't believe how fast time went by. It was my first day at the office. They couldn't tell the difference between me and him. Since I already did a job similar to this. It was easy.

I was so focused on becoming Grant . I forgot about the real one. Saturday came, and I headed to go check on him.

I walked in.And I thought he was asleep. He was asleep. And I don't think he'll be waking up.

Well, I didn't feed him. .Give him any water for a full week. I hardly even checked at him.

I looked around the warehouse. I found a shovel.

I grabbed Grant's body and put him the back of the SUV.

I drove for a few hours to the state line and went into a wooded area. It was still early so nobody was out. And a dugged shallow grave. He seem to lost so much weight in such a short time. His body was so much leaner than what it was. I started filling in the hole over him.

It didn't take much time to fill back the grave. I just hope nobody discovers him.. I'm thinking maybe I should leave my id here, and they will think he's me. Since my old life just disappeared. And they won't come looking for me.

And I headed back. I had the car cleaned and washed the inside detailed. Im paying cash , so there's no paper trip.

And I'm prepared myself for the next coming weeks since I am now officially Grant Taylor.

One day after work. I checked the old warehouse where I had kept him for the past days.

I didn't want to leave any trails or anything behind.

This happened so quickly.I just wanted to make sure.

I can't believe a simple paintship turned into all this. A totally new life of somebody else.'s was now mine.

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New and Improved Version

I am starting a new life after college. I moved cross country till I found a place I like and now to find a job and start my life over.

Being all by myself with no one to answer to.

Then a sports car went by. The driver of the car took me by surprise. Why.

He looks just like me.

I started the motorcycle.I just purchased and started following him from a safe distance.

Young man , my age in a beautiful suit , driving a sportcar.

I had to see where he was headed. See if I could get a better look at him.

I watched him pull into this parking lot and grabbed a gym bag from the back seat. As he headed inside an exclusive fitness club.

I can tell you one thing. I couldn't afford to go to this place.

I didn't go inside. But with your large windows in front. About 10 to 15 minutes. He come out in workout clothes. And started his gym routine.

I couldn't get over how he looked like me. It's pretty much the same build to. As he was working out, i checked out his car. The plates read Crawfrd 1

I typed in the name Crawford to see what came up in the area. Blake Crawford was the name. And he did look exactly like me.

College graduate. From affiliate boys college. Same degree in businesses as me. I checked into the school, and he was much lower in ranked than I was at my school.

You know, these guys from rich family's daddy buys a building or something. And the son gets through school.

I decided that I wanted to keep an eye on this guy. See what I could learn about him.

I didn't think I was much of a detective, but I found out as much as I could. Talk about a silver spoon in your mouth. I kept in the shadows in public places, so nobody would see the two of us at the same place.

I've been studying for months. I learn all I could about him. Then how much we were alike. Mostly in appearance. If I wore his clothes and nobody would be able to tell me from him.

This fitness club he belongs to. Doesn't really seem to have much security. Or what they have is a laugh.

I snuck up to his car, looked inside, and I saw another bag and there were some clothes in it. I disappear behind the building, got dressed. I look just like him. He is in the gym already. I was able to walk past the desk and into the locker room. Calling me Mr. Crawford as I passed the desk.

I found his locker. Just then, I heard him coming in, so I hid. I watched him get out of his gym clothes. A young man in a white uniform came up to him. He handed a towel and a robe.

He's going from massage and then a steam. By the time he's done showering I'll be gone.

I watched the two men walk off. He left his locker open. I took off the clothes I stole from this car. And try on his gym clothes.

If anybody walked in right now, they think I am Blake Crawford. He's in the spa area right now.So I had all the time I needed.

I pulled out his gym bag. The clothes I took from his car went into it . Along with the workout clothes I just tried on.

I cleaned myself up as a perfect copy of him. I grabbed his underwear and started getting dressed in his suit.

Taking his watching, putting it on my wrist. Putting his wallet in the jacket packet.

The locker was completely empty.

And I look just like him. Blake Crawford.

It was funny. I just grabbed his gym bag and walked right out. Leave him nothing. If the cops come, they're gonna get the video and see Blake leaving. To them, this will be a joke. Not believing a word he says. They catch him on video leaving the building.

I borrowed his car too. I drove it to his office.

I walked inside. I was greeted politely by the staff. My research let me right to his office.

I sat down on this computer, which automatically turned down. It didn't take long. I made a link to my computer back where I am staying. It seems you already has one going to his condo computer at home.

I went through his desk drawers. If there was anything of use.

I checked out the closet. There were a few suits hanging there. I saw a travel garment bag and I put two suits inside. Long with shoes, socks, and everything else I needed to pass as him.

I should get out of here. He might be trying to contact somebody for some clothes. Since his locker got cleaned out. If you only knew. I have his cell phone, wallet, and keys.

I slipped out the back door.

Leaving his car in his reserve parking place.

This is going to drive him crazy. Seeing himself leaving the gym wearing his suit. His car is no longer there but in his reserve parking place at the office.

I can now get into his condo. Since I have his keys.

I want back to study him from a distance for the next few weeks. If I want to get in closer.I do have clothes of his now.

I have passed myself off here and there as Blake Crawford. I've even slipped into his condo a few times when he's at work.

I would wait until we left for work and then go to his condo. From his home office , I can keep an eye on him everything he does.

He replaced all the stolen items. I should know.I have access to it all.

We both have the same cell phone. Whatever you does. I see it. He didn't change the number.

I'm enjoying studying him for some time now.

When I get bored, I go into his closet and try on clothes. Take a few things with me. I'm surprised he doesn't notice things missing.

I was so focused on learning about him.One day, I didn't hear him come in. As I stood there wearing his clothes.

But I came prepared.

He started yelling at me. I told him that quiet down as I removed the suit jacket.

It was so weird.We sounded so much alike. It was like we were fighting with himself

That's when I pull the gun at him. And I told him to shut up and be quiet.

He definitely changed his tune right there. I told him to strip from the suit he was wearing. I want him completely naked.

I took him into his bedroom and tied him up.

I disappeared and then returned dressed as him. In all the clothes I told him to strip off.

Right down to the watch on his wrist was on me now.

He saw me towering over him. A perfect image of him.

I had to think of my next move. Since now I was him. I sat him up in the bed and put him in a sleeper hole till he passed out.

I went to the drug store across the street. I picked up some sleeping aids. I want to a few places picking up supplies.

I returned back to his place. And I made him a drink. I'm purchased of a variety of sleeping pills. I ground them up and put them in his drink.

I walked into the bedroom.And he was just coming around.I knew I needed to knock him out.

I sat him up and removed the gag. He started screaming.I put my hand over his mouth. You need to relax. Here, have a drink. I forced it on him. Not just as sip, but the whole glass. Making sure he drank every drop. That should relax you.

He just looked at me and said, "Who are you.?"

Let me introduce myself. I'm Blake Crawford.

You're not Blake Crawford, I am.

Not if people will see me right now. I found you a few months ago. A guy that was just like me. I learned everything I could about you. Everything about your life. We even have the same college degree. But I scored higher in my class.

From time to time I pass myself as you.

Like the day I cleaned out your gym locker. I put on your suit and drove off in your car. Leaving naked at the gym..

The police must think you were crazy. The surveillance cameras, seeing you leaving the gym. Dressed in your suit. Carrying your gym bag. Just like you entered. But really they saw me leaving the gym as you.

I've been passing myself off as you all over the place. I even went to your office and worked at your desk.

I'm surprised you didn't say the amount of your clothes missing. I must have 6 of your suits. Besides other things.

But now you caught me. Or should I say I caught you. See your sleepy. Okay it's beddy bye time. But I think you'll sleep on the closet floor. And I'll be taking the bed tonight.

Good morning, sunshine. No, it wasn't a bad dream.It was reality. I'm really taking your place. I got the car all packed up. We're going to the cabin.

Yes, I'm wearing your clothes. Oh, really? It's all mine

I hope you don't mind riding in the truck. Two guys at look alike. When all tied up and gagged. Might get me pulled over.

I can't believe you slept the whole way up here. Got you out of the trunk.

Just you and I. Your tired because I know the drugs will keep you too weak to do anything. Oh, I need to get those clothes off you. Naked and cold. You might just go to sleep permanently. And I don't want you to ruin my clothes.

I left word at the office. I'll be working remotely. They can reach me by phone or by email.

It's just you and I for the next few days. I wasn't really ready for this. But.. Since you know about me and there can't be two of us. I can't afford you running to the police.

Yeah, I know you're cold. But technology it will slow down your blood flow. I'll be keeping you in alcohol with an added gift mixed in.

After a few days, he surcom to the cold. He went peacefully. The cabin's kind of remote and there's a lot of wild animals around. There's even the area's marked off not to go to.

Since it's sniwing out here , they'll be looking for food.

It's so nice you have a snowmobile available.

I put on some winter clothes i found in a closet. I'm tighted his body to the back. We went out for a nice long ride.

I dragged his body into a area and pushed him off the side of the cliff.

As he hit bottom, I could hear the animals become alive. I could hear the wild animals ripping his body apart as they devoured him.

It's so secluded.Nobody will ever find him here. There's gonna be snowfall tonight. All my tracks will be covered.

Waited a few days. I returned back, getting adjusted to my new life. Come Monday, I'll be back in the office as normal.

It's been a few months now.Nobody's noticed any difference. I stepped into his life so easily. If you didn't walk in that day , we would probably still be playing this as a game. But he saw me. He knew there were two of us. He try to call the police saying somebody's stealing from him.

But now that it's all over i'm taking this place. And I could say i'm doing a better job.

[tobecontinueth]

Thrift Haul

“Hey babe.” I grandly dropped the bags of my thrift haul onto my bed. “I got you something.”

Jace groaned, still in his pajamas. The plain white tee and sweatshorts were a favorite of the late sleeper. “I told you to stop getting me stuff.”

“But why?” I flashed him with my signature puppy-dog eyes, feigning innocence. “Is it so wrong to treat my lover every now and then?”

“Every now and then, no.” Jace took a seat beside me, his heft weighing the mattress down in his direction. “But once or twice a week? That’s too much.”

“Maybe you have a point, but you need these!” With glee, I pulled out a pair of shoes from one of my bags. “They were only $5!”

Jace took the gift curiously. “You found Vans for that cheap?”

“Well I did thrift them,” I shrugged. “But honestly they don’t look that bad. A little worn-in but exterior-wise I’d say they’re almost brand new.”

Jace lifted the tongue of one of the shoes. “They’re a little too big for me.”

“What do you typically wear?”

“My shoe size is 10.5, but 11 in Vans,” Jace frowned. “These are Size 13.”

“You’ll grow into them,” I impishly replied, knowing we were both well past puberty. “But you seriously needed new shoes. I know it was just yesterday but I don't think I'll ever forget watching your Converse get ripped to shreds in the laundry machine.”

It had been a strange predicament no one could have ever predicted. Jace and I had stood there staring in confusion as the laundry machine practically fell apart in the last cycle, its interior suddenly grating against itself in a mess of metal, water, suds, and the sole objects inside the machine. Jace had been lucky he had only been washing his shoes. 

“I think I found out why they were only five dollars,” Jace grimaced. “They reek of teenage boy.”

“Just try them on, you dunce.” I had already grabbed a pair of gray socks from his dresser, chucking the wad at him. I then drew closer and led his hand to the imprint of my hard member “I'm going to the bathroom. Maybe if you do as I ask, I’ll bestow upon you another gift.”

I caught Jace’s smile before strolling off to the bathroom. I had known the shoes were a little big–truthfully not that much larger–but I was desperate to help Jace out. For a gay man, he had always had a rather heterosexual style. Sure it was admittedly plain, but who cared? I just wanted to make my boyfriend happy, and to make sure he had shoes. If anything, I knew the Vans would work until we got him a decent pair that would fit. 

“So?” The question was already leaving my mouth before I was back in the bedroom. “How do they feel?”

“Honestly, not bad.”

“Really?” I reappeared back in the doorway, finding Jace propped up on the bed. Laying opposite of how the mattress was intended, my eyes found the two shoes propped up on the head of the bed frame. 

Jace nodded, “Yeah, the flat soles are fairly comfortable. And surprisingly, they fit perfectly.”

“Really?” The surprise in my voice was evident. But with my own eyes, I could see Jace’s toes wiggling inside the toe box. For being a couple of sizes larger, I had not expected the Vans to so perfectly fit.

“They’re super grippy too,” Jace commented. “And they look sICk.”

The voice crack echoed like an alarm throughout my bedroom. I opened my mouth to comment on it, but instead found myself silenced, observing something more troubling. Jace’s pajamas were rapidly rematerializing. His shirt suddenly sprouted buttons before splitting open in the middle, exposing his hairy paunch, and his sweatshorts tightened into a more restricting, trendy pair of denim counterparts. 

“Jace…” I started slowly. “Why don’t you take those shoes off?”

Jace made a face, “Why dUDe? I LIKe them a lot.” Jace’s voice was now fixed to a higher register. Its tenor had a more lively, immature tonality. I could do nothing as the new vitality of his voice began to reflect upon his body. Jace’s body quickly thinned out, becoming youthful once more with tight abs, a softer face, and an overall hairless figure.

“Are you sure you like them?” I pleaded, watching Jace’s hair fluff out into a popular layered fringe. 

“The boys are going to love these, I’ll fit in perfectly.” Jace affirmed, a renewed focus in pack mentality skewing his desires. “Becca told me you were great, but I didn’t think you’d come in clutch like this, man.”

“Becca?" I stumbled along. "As in my sister?” A second reality began to present itself to me. Jace was no longer my boyfriend of over a year, having met as juniors in college. Now he was my younger sister’s boyfriend of over a year, the two having met as juniors in high school. Before I had a chance to truly reflect on this change, I heard the front door open and close in the distance.

“That’s probably my babe, isn’t it?” the new 18-year-old asked, pointing in the direction of the noise. “I better go catch her dude. Thanks again for the sweet kicks!”

The spry young athlete jumped off my bed and rushed out of the room, a mixed odor of teenage musk and metallic body spray wafting after him. I was left standing there, stunned and wondering what to do with the rest of my thrift haul.