He knew it was me (Patreon)

It was so wrong of me to do this but it had been going on for a long time now and I had become addicted. It started a few months back when I was chatting to someone online, and accidentally I sent a picture of my straight friend. The guy was so genuine, honest, funny and attractive. He seemed to instantly fall for me from everything I had been saying to him only now he had asked to meet physically and start dating.

I didn't want to loose him and it had got too far now. This was about six months ago and so far he didn't suspect a thing. It started as a once a week thing, then an entire weekend, then a week, most recently 2 weeks. He's asked for a month next time when we are going to go away for a while. But I'm now not too sure I can keep doing this to my straight mate.

What was I doing? I'm was using his body as my own. Going inside him and taking control. It wasn't a fun experience getting my larger frame inside him but he didn't feel anything and once I was inside no one could tell. The only side effect was him not remembering anything about the time I was inside him.

This picture was my most recent take over of his body. It always started with me simply touching him, which froze him in whatever position he was in. It allowed me to climb inside him. I always started placing one of my hands on his chest, the other on his waist, then I kissed his neck and pulled his body tight against mine. My body was compressed so it matched his smaller size and then I slotted straight inside him.

I had done it hundreds of times now and I was starting to feel bad. I had decided this would be the last time. However, something was different this time. I wasn't shrinking or being compressed. He began to twitch. He turned around and said, “I knew it was you. I knew someone had been using my body as their own.”

I explained everything to him and I thought he would be mad at me. Instead he decided to come up with a compromise. He told me his body was just a vessel. You see

I knew it was me who had been taking his body all this time.

He said his body wasn't his own now that I had invaded it so many times. He said he would never again be happy in his own skin. As he said it his body began to expand and grow. I felt mine beginning to compress. Suddenly he was wearing red sneakers, my red sneakers and even stranger he now looked like me.

He told me that whilst I was invading his body and he was forgetting days, and weeks at a time he looked into how. Whilst I had been practising body possession, he had been researching body swapping and he had just jsed his new found technique to transform me into him and him into me. I was now free to enjoy my life with his body.

I should of been pissed, he had just stolen my body, but I wasn't pissed I couldn't be happier.