r/MalePossession

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As I was about to fuck my boyfriend, suddenly a shiver goes through my spine, running across my whole body the second I even touch his ass, a weird sensation, followed with a lost of control for a brief moment of my body as it falls over my boyfriend, starting to get scared as I think that I fall unconscious even when I'm fully awake, only for my body to start moving by his own while I feel an evil smirk drawing in my face, unable to do anything more than watch

"So, who's been a bad puppy and had give MY hole to other man? You really thinks that I was joking when I said that I would know when you do that?"

A loud and controlling tone gets out of my mouth, getting more weird out every second it pass, unable to understand what's happening.

"what the heck it's that of ""his"" hole? This is my boyfriend, and why I'm saying this without being able to move?"

I thinks, guessing I was alone but seems like he can hear even my thoughts

"Not your problem, and I don't care who you are, I've marked this ass as mine, and it's only mine to use, if he wanted to fuck he must have ask for permission, but he didn't, so I'm going to punish both of you, so laid back, and let me show you how to please this bitch, maybe this way he doesn't need to search for a dick outside"

"Fuck you mean! Get out of my body and leave us alone, I don't even know you!"

"Me neither, but your boyfriend over here must pay, who knows, if your are his "boyfriend" maybe I must continue being it, don't you think"

"What do you mean by-"

Suddenly, he just starts to fuck my boyfriend, hard, raw, without any lube, pounding harder and harder, making him pats and moan as I've never heard him before, feeling it too, the control, the power as my hands gets around his neck whispering at his ear

"This fucking body feels amazing love, and it's even bigger than mine, what about I stay for a while as I show him how to please you?"

He can't answer as my hands muted his moan, trying to say something but unable to do as the pounding get harder and faster, starting to roll his eyes in ecstatic as I feel my dick twitching inside too

"That's what I thought, now I'm going to breed you, marking both body's as mine, you know what does that mean right? Say goodbye to your body, both of you"

As I was about to protest, I finally feel as my dick exploded as my boyfriend cums too, at the same times as I lost the only thing I got from my body, losing sight for a brief moment, only to find myself in my boyfriends body, feeling my own body's dick still inside, pulsating and pumping more cum inside as I'm finally able to move

"What the fuck did you do to us?!"

I cried out in my mind as his face keeps that evil smirk from before

"Just something to teach both of you a lesson, now, if you wants this body back you better be starting to serve him, this dick needs more to be satisfied and if you do well, maybe, only maybe you get it back"

A weird feeling as he talks, like this body it's craving for him, I start to understand why my boyfriend did it but still I want my old body, and more knowing how good it can feel to fuck, so with a tired tone I answer

"Yes, master, I'll do anything to get my body back"

"Good, then let's start again, maybe you can be able to keep your ass away from others dick this time"

What they don't tell you about body swapping is how your perception of the world changes completely once you experience life in a new body—Part II—another POV.

If I kept going like that, I wouldn't last long. Looking at myself disgusted me. Flabby, weak, small, and harmless. "You're so cute"—I lost count of how many times I’d been told that.

Dozens of doctor's appointments, and every time, the same thing: "There's nothing wrong with you; this is your body's natural shape." My face was handsome, sure, but those huge breasts, wide hips, and tiny penis always destroyed my self-esteem; that’s why I could hardly ever connect with anyone—except Oliver.

Oliver always treated me well and defended me against anyone who tried to attack me. Unlike me, he was a real man. Lean, firm, and slender. A man's body. I would have given anything to have him—to *be* him. It turned out there was a way, apparently.

"It's a new therapy, dear," "harmless and safe," my mother said. "Oliver has even agreed to help you." She didn't need to say another word; I was already convinced. That night, I masturbated while thinking about him—about being him.

A week later, we were at the clinic, lying naked side-by-side in a bizarre machine. He was studying me, probably wondering if it was really worth it—taking on my pathetic body. Meanwhile, I was in awe of his masculine features; I *needed* to be him.

When I opened my eyes, my mother was looking at me. "Feeling better already, dear?" she asked. "I think so," I replied in a deep voice. I looked at my arms and saw hair. I looked at my torso and legs, and I was finally a real man. And finally, my new penis. Oliver's penis was now between my legs. In reality, I was Oliver.

When I was finally alone, I began to explore my new body without guilt. It had been over a day since I’d bathed, and my own male scent was driving me wild with lust. Right there in the hospital, I pleasured myself as Oliver for the first time.

We went on like this for weeks; I was loving every second of it. But apparently, Oliver wasn't having as much fun in my pathetic body, and the thought of going back to being that fragile thing made me sick. So, I decided to exploit my old self's greatest weakness: his infatuation with Oliver.

We went to the movies together—it was fun, but that wasn't all I wanted. I kissed him, and the confusion on my old face was unmistakable. I wanted to make things even stranger, to break the boundary between us and consummate our swap once and for all. And so I did. He didn't resist—after all, how could he? He was now weaker, shorter, insecure, and obedient—just as I had been my whole life.

We got home; we were living together during this time to help us adapt to the body swap—a doctor's recommendation. I laid him down on my bed and stripped him completely naked. I had always been disgusted by myself, but from this perspective, I kind of liked what I saw. Big breasts, wide hips, a pathetic penis, and an angelic face. Completely hairless. That body was born to obey and be dominated, and my new form immediately answered the call.

I kissed my old mouth, smelled my old scent—sweet and slightly musky—and was driven to ecstasy. As I penetrated my old anus with my new member, I saw something snap in his expression; he was me now, and I was him. I smiled and let the hot, thick fluid from my new body fill the new Oliver.

A few days later, we returned to the office to reverse the swap, but neither Oliver nor I were the same anymore. "Are you sure?" the doctor asked. "Yes, we are," I replied firmly.

My childhood best friend struggled with serious self-esteem issues, and after a few consultations with specialists, his mother asked for my help with a treatment that was... a bit unusual.

He had always been shy, a little chubby, and perhaps a bit too effeminate. I never saw anything wrong with that, but apparently, it bothered him a great deal; according to his mother, the specialists said that if he could live differently for a while, things might improve.

"Just a few weeks, nothing permanent." "He likes you so much, you get along so well—please help him." I cared about him too much to say no, and however strange the procedure might be, it was for my friend's sake and only for a short time.

On the day of the procedure, he seemed happier than ever. I looked at him, and he smiled back at me—wearing the face and smile that, within a few hours, would be my own. The idea had always seemed odd to me: him and me swapping bodies. "It's 100% safe; there's nothing to fear," they said. Apparently, the technology involved some kind of magnetism, radiation—who knows? The last thing I remember is lying side-by-side in a large machine, similar to an X-ray scanner, completely naked. We were connected by a sort of helmet. When the machine turned on, I remember looking over and seeing his frail, soft body, imagining that soon I would be living inside it.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. Things were a bit hazy. I felt different; I stared at my hands, and they were now pale and delicate. I got up and went to the bathroom, where I saw my new body for the first time: it was familiar—after all, I had known it my whole life—yet I felt completely different. I understand him now; I, too, feel less like a man with a body like this. Fat, flabby, pale—my hips are wide, and my penis is thin and small. I touch my new breasts, and—my God—they are so sensitive that I get aroused just feeling my fingers on them. At least my face is almost angelic; I always thought it was handsome, even before the swap. I relieve myself, and when I leave the bathroom, his mother is in the room. She smiles at me, thanking me for what I’ve done for her son.

We’ve been like this for three weeks now, and yesterday we went out together as usual—to the movies. But something was different; beyond the obvious fact that we were in each other's bodies, the atmosphere between us had shifted. I think I’m starting to tap into his body’s feelings, and something tells me he always wanted us to be something more. Halfway through the movie, he held my hand, said, "I’ve always waited for this moment," and kissed me. My own body kissing me. I was confused at first, but I let myself go with the flow.

We went home that night, and something definitive was about to happen. We had sex for the first time in our new forms. He completely dominated me using what used to be my body, and when I felt my old penis penetrating me and hot semen flowing inside me, I knew there was no turning back.

"Are you sure?" the doctor asked. "You’ve already been swapped for 90 days; if you stay this way much longer, we might not be able to reverse it." My old body held my hand and smiled—he calls himself my boyfriend now. "We are, Doctor. We’ve decided to stay this way. Permanently."

I wanted to say no, but I didn't have the strength. My body and personality are now just as pathetic as his used to be. After all, I am him now, and deep down, I always wanted to be this way.