Soul-Drifting Baths (Pixiv Fanbox)

"Great work today~~."

　As usual, Atsushi Hasegawa had worked up a sweat on the job site. Back at the office, he leaned back in his chair and checked his smartphone.

　Among the young guys at the construction company, Atsushi was the cheerful type everyone liked. His trademark puppy-like smile belonged to a 21-year-old standing 176 cm tall and weighing 75 kg. He had a lean, muscular build, and his brown fauxhawk, usually hidden under his helmet, was striking. Though he'd only been working for about three years, the physical demands of the job had given him a broad chest, well-defined abs, and arms with prominent veins. Atsushi hadn't come out as gay, and he used to harbor a secret crush on his senior colleague, Riki Iwata──or so he thought.

　Tall and powerful, with muscles like armor covered in a light layer of fat. Atsushi's type was men with such robust physiques.

　Yet Riki, whom Atsushi had harbored feelings for, was stocky and obese. At 162 cm tall, his slovenly body weighed 90 kg, carrying far too much excess fat. He looked far older than his twenty-eight years, with thinning hair and numerous gray hairs. To make matters worse, his face was ugly, and his body odor when sweating was terrible.

　But despite that hideous appearance, Riki wasn't gloomy at all. In fact, he was good at looking after his juniors. During work, he gave precise instructions efficiently, and his own work was meticulous. He was well-regarded by colleagues and clients alike.

　Had I fallen for his inner qualities this time, rather than his looks?

　Just as Atsushi was wondering about that, his next romantic target turned out to be Ryuhei Sakai, the executive director at the same company. Sakai looked far younger than his fifty-four years, boasting a massive 183cm frame and a solid 107kg physique. Deeply tanned with a stern face, he radiated an aura that seemed tailor-made to appeal to gay men.

　However, despite being top-tier material on the outside, his insides were terrible. He holds the position of executive director solely because he's related to the president. His daily behavior is utterly reckless: he frequently sexually harasses all his subordinates regardless of gender, shows up at the workplace on a whim only to give nonsensical instructions, and casually hurls abusive language at customers. As a result, he's universally despised by everyone around him.

　Atsushi often thought how much better it would be if Riki and Sakai's bodies were swapped, yet he kept indulging in masturbation while imagining Sakai completely naked.

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"Atsushi, you mentioned you've been feeling off lately, right? I know this awesome hidden gem of a bathhouse. Wanna go together? It's called 'Soul-Drifting Baths'. The executive director took me there once before, and I remember feeling like I was reborn—it was amazing."

　Atsushi's feelings for Riki had completely cooled, but this was an invitation from a senior colleague he respected both professionally and personally. Atsushi agreed immediately. Besides, going to the bathhouse might give him a chance to catch a glimpse of some muscular guy naked—maybe even one to his taste.

"Let's go, Riki! We all need to refresh ourselves sometimes, right?"

　He shoved his smartphone into his pocket, hurriedly finished getting ready to leave, and the two of them piled into Riki's car, heading for their destination.

　It took about fifteen minutes. Though not far from the city, it was tucked away in the mountains, living up to its reputation as a hidden gem. The exterior looked old, but stepping inside, it was surprisingly clean. Still, unlike modern public bathhouses catering to the masses, there seemed to be no ticket machine. After paying the entrance fee at the counter right inside, an expressionless old man sitting there handed Atsushi a locker key.

"Huh? This is the locker key?!"

　Atsushi tilted his head. Typically, locker keys at public baths were the kind with a key attached to a wristband. But what he was handed was a silver metal ring. And it was barely five centimeters in diameter. This thing could only fit around the wrist of a child or a woman, couldn't it? As Atsushi looked puzzled, the old man spoke again.

"You can open the locker with this cock ring. Secure it around the base of your cock. Keep it there."

"Huh? Cock ring? The base of my cock……, you mean 'that' cock?!"

　His gaze naturally drifted down to his own crotch. Wearing sweatpants, he could only guess his current size from memory, but he was sure this ring might fit—not on his wrist, but at the base of his cock. Still, could such a bathhouse even exist? For a moment, Atsushi's mind filled with disbelief, yet somehow the old man's words sank deep into his chest.

──What the hell am I doubting? A bathhouse like this could exist, couldn't it……

　Atsushi regained his smile and, chatting cheerfully with Riki, stepped through the curtain leading to the men's bath.

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"Hey, Riki and Atsushi? What a coincidence. Let's take a bath together."

　When Atsushi entered the changing room, by chance, executive director Sakai was in the middle of pulling down his bikini briefs. With a plop, his thick cock rolled out. It was the very symbol of Sakai's masculinity that Atsushi had imagined countless times before.

　On top of that, his body was an inverted triangle. Muscles thick and bulging, topped with just the right amount of fat. Broad shoulders, chest muscles rock-hard and taut, the outline of his abs clearly defined. His tanned arms and legs were powerful, like the main pillars supporting a house. And then, the face attached to that formidable body. A home plate-like skull, thick beard, and deeply carved features were arranged in perfect balance. Rather than saying he was handsome, it felt more fitting to describe him as ruggedly masculine.

　Sitting proudly right in the center of Sakai's physique, his cock exuded an unbelievable presence, a true symbol of manhood.

"Oh, wow……♥"

　If he kept Sakai in his line of sight any longer, he'd get hard. Atsushi flusteredly turned his body away, only for Riki's naked form to jump into view.

(Ugh……)

　A slovenly body covered in flab. Jiggly fat hung heavily over his chest and belly, his torso barrel-shaped with stubby legs. To top it off, he was hunched over with a curved spine. Without his helmet, his bald spot was painfully obvious, and what little hair remained was almost entirely white. His face was ugly, plain and simple. A round face with small eyes, a low, flat nose, thick lips, and a jaw so saggy the line between it and his neck was indistinguishable.

"Hmm? What's up, Atsushi? Got something on my face?"

　Atsushi shook his head frantically and began hurriedly stripping off his clothes. He was supposed to be a respected senior──. Yet now, Atsushi felt disgust at himself for looking at Riki—whom he had liked until just recently, though it was now a hazy memory—with contempt. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Atsushi slowly began undressing.

　For the first time in ages, he studied his own naked form in the large mirror. After work, he was always utterly exhausted, skipping baths and just rinsing off with a quick shower. Days like that had continued, so he hadn't taken the time to properly examine his whole body in the mirror. His muscles were well-defined, though not quite as sculpted as Sakai's. At 176 centimeters tall, he was blessed with a height advantage over Riki. His abs were six-pack defined, his arms and thighs were muscular, and his calves were sturdy. The penis hanging between his legs, though partially uncircumcised, was a decent size.

──Hmm. My body's not half bad either……

"Hey! Hurry up and get in the bath."

　Urged by Sakai, Atsushi hurriedly fit the cock ring onto the base of his cock and tossed his clothes into the locker. The cold metal pressed against his skin, gently constricting the cock's base. The ring settled snugly against his groin, gleaming dully.

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　Steam wafts thickly through the bathhouse, the fragrant scent of cypress and a faint hint of sulfur tickling the nostrils. Inside, it's spacious and well-equipped. Centered around a large milky-white mineral hot spring, various types of baths line the area. An electric bath glowing pale blue, a brown medicinal bath with a slightly toxic feel, a powerful jet bath—each was enticing. Adding to that, there was even a sauna and an open-air bath. It was irresistible.

　The three headed straight for the washing area and began cleaning themselves. Beside Atsushi, Riki meticulously scrubbed his relaxed body, while behind him, Sakai vigorously lathered his solid muscles with soap. Through the mirror, Atsushi caught sight of Sakai's pectorals bulging beneath the foam behind him, his large palms cleaning his cock as if he were jerking off. Keeping his eyes narrowed to avoid being noticed, he stole glances at Sakai's entire body. Opportunities like this were rare. He wanted to burn the sight firmly into his memory.

"Alright! I'm getting in first~."

　Sakai, who finished washing up first, turned toward Atsushi and Riki, making his impressive package stand out even more clearly. It was flaccid, but still large. Plus, judging by the darkened skin from frequent sexual activity, he must be quite experienced. Seeing that thing like that made my fantasies explode all at once.

──So damn erotic…… If that thing got shoved into my asshole, it'd be absolutely amazing for sure!

"Atsushi, let's get going too."

"Ah, yes!"

　Quickly rinsing off the soap with the shower, Atsushi also stood up to get into the bathtub.

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"Ahhhhh~~, pure bliss…… Feels so good I might just lose my soul~."

　He sank shoulder-deep into the milky bath, where the faint scent of sulfur wafted gently. The warmth of the hot water seeped in, soothing the stiffness in his muscles. He could feel the fatigue draining from his entire body.

　Atsushi splashed water from his cupped hands over his face, then exhaled deeply, tilting his head back toward the sky. Sakai's exquisite body clung stubbornly to his mind. Once he remembered it, there was no going back. In an instant, Atsushi's cock sprang to attention.

　But thanks to the murky water, no one around him could tell. He could get as hard as he wanted.

"Whoa~, this feels so good. I knew coming back here after so long was the right call~."

　Riki next to him was humming happily, clearly enjoying himself too. Atsushi looked around for Sakai and found him sitting directly across, eyes closed. Seeing the towel draped over his head made it hit home—even if he looked young, he was definitely an old man at heart. Just watching Sakai's flushed face with his eyes closed made Atsushi's cock grow hot.

──Why the hell are you so damn sexy at your age?!

　Atsushi wanted to throw his arms around defenseless Sakai and get fucked by that thick cock he'd seen earlier. As Atsushi was stewing in this lust, a sudden sensation shot through him, like something was forcing its way into his asshole. A slick, hot mass instantly stretched his intestinal walls, forcing its way deeper and deeper inside. A tingling pleasure shot up his spine, and Atsushi fell into the illusion that every single part of his body was being controlled through his blood vessels.

"Wh-what?! Wha…… Ahhh!! Mmmphhh……♥♥♥"

　The sexual pleasure was so intense it made him cry out involuntarily. Something unidentifiable was forcing its way into his asshole, ravaging Atsushi's insides from within. Yet there was no pain—only an addictive, relentless surge of stimulation. Finally, in the instant he felt a shock like his very brain was being overtaken, the cock ring clamped down hard at the base. Atsushi's throbbing cock stiffened and arched upward in the bathwater. Veins bulged, the tip flapped open and closed, and a massive load of semen erupted forcefully into the tub.

　Drip, drip, he ejaculated repeatedly in succession, his body convulsing violently as if struck by lightning. Waves of pleasure washed over his entire body. As his vision blurred white, the sensation of his semen dissolving into the water felt strangely pleasant.

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　In the milky white, cloudy water, Atsushi's consciousness dissolved into a slime-like mass along with his semen, drifting and swaying. His vision was hazy and blurred, yet the two penises lined up in the bathtub stood out clearly. One of them, in particular, was overwhelmingly conspicuous. A massive cock, likely close to twenty centimeters long. Thick as a tree trunk, its surface bulging with veins, taut and stretched to the limit.

(I want that…… I want to make that mine……)

　The instant Atsushi wished it intensely, his slime-like body shot forward like an arrow. Gliding through the water, it was drawn toward the target's butt crack. Finding the tightened hole between the solidly protruding buttocks, Atsushi thrust into it without hesitation or restraint.

　The moment he entered, hot intestinal walls enveloped Atsushi, his consciousness spreading throughout his entire body.

　First, the thick muscles of both legs—filling the calves and thighs, taking control of each taut, rigid muscle fiber one by one. Next, the torso. The thick, bulging chest plate, and the deep grooves of the abdominal muscles clearly defined. As the muscles of both shoulders and upper arms swelled, the veins in his forearms pulsed with a thumping rhythm. Then, the groin, thickly covered in pubic hair like a jungle. The thick, blackened, lust-soaked penis twitched in response to Atsushi's will, gradually hardening.

　Finally, it moved to the head, taking over the brain. Atsushi's consciousness completely merged with the sturdy body, and all his nerves became Atsushi's.

"Bwah! Haa!! Haaahh~~……"

　With a splash, the towel slipped from his head and sank slowly into the bathwater. Opening his mouth, he drew oxygen deep into his lungs, letting out a low growl and a sweet sigh at the same time. It was an intense feeling of liberation, as if he'd been freed from a long submersion beneath the water's surface. His heart pounded, thumping and thumping, and the blood that had been draining from him rushed back to every corner of his body.

　Atsushi staggered to his feet and plopped down heavily onto the cypress bench.

　Spread out beneath Atsushi's gaze was an unfamiliar—no, familiar yet undeniably not his own—body. First, he spread both hands wide and stared intently. Each finger was thick, joints protruding and knobby, palms a full size—no, two sizes—larger. Clenched into fists, they felt rock-hard, radiating raw power. His gaze drifted down to his chest, where thick pectoral muscles bulged forward, and his abs were sharply defined into six distinct sections.

　And then, the most astonishing part was the crotch. A thick, wet penis, dripping with water, hung heavily between his legs. It was the longest and thickest rod Atsushi had ever seen, one he'd burned into his memory just moments ago. A silver cock ring tightened around its base, while the tip, still lingering in the aftermath of ejaculation, was slightly open, dripping clear fluid.

　Atsushi leaned back against the bench, slowly sliding both hands toward his chest. His fingertips touched pectoral muscles thick and taut, the dark tanned skin possessing both steel-like hardness and elasticity. Pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger sent a sharp pleasure shooting through him like an electric current, causing a deep, throaty groan to escape involuntarily.

"Mmmph…… Haaah……♥♥"

　A lustrous, deep, husky voice, dripping with sensuality. Each time it echoed back to his ears, the thick cock between his legs twitched and throbbed, the base constricted by the silver cock ring pulsing hotly. From the tip, clear pre-cum began oozing out like a dam bursting, trailing strings as it dripped down on his scrotum.

　In the mirror hanging on the wall a short distance away, a man with a physique like a bodybuilder was reflected, his stern face flushed, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he roughly kneaded his own pectoral muscles with both hands. The tanned, rugged body, the thick neck, the masculine face—everything was the very image of Sakai, the man Atsushi had longed for. The man before him, 【Ryuhei Sakai】, stared at his own reflection in the mirror as if licking it, his savage cock trembling and arching between his legs.

(Is this a dream……? Or have I really taken over Sakai's body……?)

　As Atsushi pondered whether this current situation was real, a heavy thud sounded beside him. The wooden bench creaked loudly, and a wave of stifling heat hit Atsushi's right shoulder. Glancing sideways, he saw a man he didn't recognize at all, yet he was 【a man Atsushi knew】. Vivid tattoos covered his arms, shoulders, and chest. His head was flat-top haircut, and his jaw bore a vivid scar that looked like it had been sliced by a blade. His muscles were even more rugged than Sakai's, and his calloused fists reeked of violence. An intimidating, antisocial aura radiated from his entire body. Seeing the man grin, Atsushi's own lips naturally curved into a smile.

"Riki-senpai…… That’s a pretty intense body you’ve got now."

　The figure sitting next to Atsushi was unmistakably the body inhabited by 【Riki Iwata】's spirit. From any angle, he looked like nothing but a man with the appearance of a yakuza. Yet, both Atsushi and Riki intuitively understood each other's positions. Riki snorted with a laugh and draped his thick arm over Atsushi's shoulder.

"My spirit ending up in a yakuza's body…… It's the worst, but……"

　As he spoke, Riki kneaded his own tattoo-covered chest with a lewd, squishy motion.

"Feels fucking amazing♥"

　Then, he turned his gaze to Atsushi, now in his muscular body.

"Wait……, your body right now…… isn't that my original body?!"

　Riki's eyes widened in shock.

"Its body! When Sakai, the executive director, dragged me here the other day, it got stolen from…… That old man had his eye on my muscles, deliberately brought me here, and swapped our bodies."

　Learning that the body he now controlled had originally belonged to Riki left Atsushi with mixed feelings. While pleased, he also felt guilty for taking over the body of a senior he respected. Noticing Atsushi's expression, Riki smiled.

"What's up, Atsushi? Worried about being in my body? I'm the one who brought you here in the first place, and that fucking homo fat ass of the executive director is the root of all evil. You don't need to feel guilty. Besides……, if my cute junior like you's gonna use my body, I'm happy about it♥"

　Riki's rock-hard cock rubbed against Atsushi's, their lips pressed together. A deep, intense kiss where their saliva mingled. Each time their tongues entwined, the cocks between their legs twitched in response, their mingled pre-cum dripping onto the ground with a soft plop. When their lips parted, both their faces were utterly melted.

　Atsushi's mind was in a panic. Riki was supposed to be straight. Even in conversations with his all-male coworkers, they often talked about sex workers or AV actresses. So why had he so easily exchanged a kiss with another man?

　But that doubt vanished in an instant. All around, men whose bodies had become someone else's were excited and aroused by body swaps, engaging in sex. The bathhouse was enveloped in an abnormal heat. Men perched on the edge of the tub roughly grabbed the shoulders of the man next to them, pulling him forcefully close to entwine their tongues. In the open-air bath, several burly men thrust their cocks into the butt cracks of young men who looked like physical education students, fucking them violently.

　Moans and the wet sound of flesh colliding echoed through the steam-filled space. Everyone was excited by the body swap, devouring each other's flesh as if their rational restraints had snapped. The joy of acquiring a new body and the sense of loss from having one's own body taken away seemed to be transforming solely into a fierce, overwhelming sexual desire.

　Atsushi's thick cock was already hard and curved upward, dripping clear fluid from its tip. Riki's crotch was violently erect too, his rod throbbing with bulging veins. The two approached silently, and just as Atsushi reached for Riki's tattooed pectoral muscles──.

"Riki……, Atsushi……♥"

　A sexy but somehow slimy, unpleasant voice cut in.

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　Looking back, standing there was unmistakably the original body of 【Atsushi Hasegawa】. A toned chest, sharply defined abs, puppy-like features. Yet his expression was completely different from the usual cheerful Atsushi. His thin lips were turned down in a frown, his eyes looking up apologetically. Inside him was clearly Ryuhei Sakai's spirit. Sakai, still inhabiting Atsushi's body, slowly approached. His cock, constricted at the base by a silver cock ring, was already semi-erect, its tip glistening with moisture, droplets forming.

"Uhehe…… I'm truly sorry for taking your bodies as my own without permission……"

　Sakai flashed a look of unbearable shame, but then slowly stroked down his own—no, 【Atsushi Hasegawa】's—muscular chest, teasing the nipples with a flick of his thumb. The youthful body jerked in response to the sudden touch, a sweet sigh escaping his throat.

"Holy shit♥ ……Your young, muscular bodies are absolutely amazing♥♥ As someone who used to be fat and short, I'm so grateful from the bottom of my heart to be able to fully enjoy such a blessed physique♥♥"

　At that moment, anger exploded inside Atsushi.

(You bastard……, taking my body without my permission……!!)

　Atsushi took a step forward and grabbed Sakai—his former body—by the shoulders. With his thick, muscular arms, he easily pushed him down. Sakai offered no resistance, falling onto his back on the wet ground and spreading his legs.

"Haa…… haa…… Yeah, that's it! Come on……♥"

　Before Atsushi knew it, driven by rage and excitement, he pressed his thick cock against the cleft of Sakai's ass. The man before him was the very image of himself just moments ago. Atsushi wasn't a narcissist, but somehow, all his anger had been replaced by overwhelming lust, impossible to contain. The tip slid against his anus, meeting slight resistance before—Atsushi's hips thrust forward in one swift motion.

"Mmmph!! 【Riki】-senpa~~~i♥♥"

　A high-pitched gasp escaped Sakai's mouth. And he was doing it while fully embodying 【Atsushi Hasegawa】!

　Atsushi thrust his hips violently, repeatedly pistoning deep inside as if gouging. Each time the intestinal walls clenched hotly around him, his anger was increasingly replaced by pleasure. 【Atsushi Hasegawa】's body twitched and convulsed, his chest muscles rippling with each contraction of his abs. Riki, who had been enduring the sight of the two having sex while trying to overcome his sexual desire, finally couldn't hold back any longer and stood up.

"Executive Sakai! You're the one……, who stole my body, aren't you?!"

　Riki grabbed Sakai's head and forced his pierced, ferocious cock into Sakai's mouth.

"Mmmph……!"

　Tears welling in his eyes, Sakai wrapped his tongue around the foreign object thrust into his mouth and sucked it greedily. Atsushi slammed his hips harder, and Riki ravaged Sakai's mouth mercilessly. Their two bodies sandwiched Sakai, their two cocks relentlessly assaulting his upper and lower mouths in turn. Sakai trembled with pleasure, eyes rolled back, completely enslaved by the male cocks.

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　Sakai was on all fours on the wet ground, panting heavily. Atsushi's thick cock relentlessly tore into his anus.

"Mmmph……! Haaah……♥♥"

　The moans from the young Atsushi Hasegawa were nothing like the cheerful tones of his usual conversation. They were sweet and melting, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat. Each time the thick glans pushed his intestinal walls apart and the burning hard cock sank deep inside him, the young man's body jerked violently, the tip of his cock had spurted out a thick, sticky liquid several times.

(Ah……, this is it…… This is what I've been waiting for……♥)

　Sakai's entire body shuddered violently with intense pleasure.

　Ryuhei Sakai hated himself from the bottom of his heart. Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw his flabby belly, thinning hair, and wrinkled skin. Tormented by self-loathing day after day, he had longed to be a 'strong man' since his youth. His subordinates at work. He was particularly drawn to the muscular builds of former judo club members like 【Riki Iwata】. The sight of Riki removing his helmet to wipe sweat, the thick muscles straining beneath his sweat-soaked work clothes, his stern, masculine face. Sakai, who was bisexual, would often steal glances at Riki, then indulge in masturbation night after night, imagining that image.

　And 【Atsushi Hasegawa】 was also appealing. His cheerful, puppy-like smile, his well-defined yet moderately fleshy chest muscles, his sharply etched abs, his firm, muscular thighs. For Sakai, now in his fifties, Atsushi—who was practically his son's age—was an object of envy simply because of his youth.

　At that moment, Sakai heard rumors of the ‘Soul-Drifting Baths’ and rejoiced. He could freely possess a body to his liking. His first target was, of course, the man he'd long coveted: 【Riki Iwata】.

　Putting on airs as a senior, he forcibly lured Riki to the public bathhouse. The instant they swapped bodies, Sakai became impossibly hard—a mixture of confusion and excitement from this first experience of possessing another's body. Reflected in the mirror is himself, with a beefy physique. All the inferiority, jealousy, and desire Sakai had buried deep within him surged forth at once. 【Riki Iwata】's cock, completely exposed, stood rock-hard before Sakai, as if begging to be used.

　Having acquired Riki's body, Sakai subsequently frequented cruising spots countless times. Using the solid, muscular physique of the straight man, 【Riki Iwata】, he relentlessly violated the filthy assholes of the gay men who had previously mocked him for being short and fat, pounding them with his massive cock until they were nearly destroyed, venting all his pent-up frustration.

　Sakai had become utterly captivated by sex performed through bodies other than his own. He craved more and more of these 【body swaps】, wanting to vent his sexual desires using different bodies.

　Just as he was thinking this, Sakai luckily encountered Atsushi at this very bathhouse. Today was the day Sakai had been longing for. He would take over the youthful body of 【Atsushi Hasegawa】 and indulge in sex unlike the rough style of 【Riki Iwata】.

"Ahhhhh♥ 【Riki】-senpai♥♥ Please fuck my asshole harder with your cock, senpai!!!"

　As planned, Atsushi's body fell into Sakai's grasp. Each time he used Atsushi's body to pretend to be 【Atsushi Hasegawa】 and call out 【Riki Iwata】, Sakai was overcome by an intoxicating sensation that made his brain feel like it was boiling.

(So Atsushi also liked men, and liked Riki just like me—our souls and bodies are a perfect match!! I want Riki-senpai's huge cock pounding my asshole harder♥)

　Sakai's thoughts and Atsushi's body fused perfectly. Witnessing his beloved senior thrusting into his ass, his eyes glistening, Atsushi too fell into the illusion that he had become 【Riki Iwata】 himself, relentlessly tormenting Sakai.

"Hey, 【Atsushi】! Who knew your ass could be this obscene!? You want me to fuck you harder, don't you!! I'll teach this asshole the taste of 【my】 cock♥♥"

　His muscular body surged, thick buttocks undulating. Powerful thrusts continued, Sakai's anus thoroughly ravaged, filled with moans of pleasure.

"Mmmphhhhh♥♥ Ahhh…… Your cock is too damn good, Senpai!! I'll become your onahole, 【Riki】-senpai♥♥"

　Atsushi's body convulsed, racing toward climax. Sakai, too, felt pleasure within 【Atsushi Hasegawa】's body, his rugged face now bearing an expression of rapture.

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"Whoa! Young bodies are the best♥♥ No matter how much I shoot, the sperm in my balls just won't run out!"

"I always thought a man's asshole was just dirty, but damn…… Compared to my wife's loose pussy, this tight hole is the absolute best♥♥♥"

　Inside the steam-filled bathhouse of the 'Soul-Drifting Baths', youthful, rugged men flushed with excitement thrust their cocks into the anuses and mouths of middle-aged, seriously obese men with streaks of gray hair, continuously shooting their loads. A lecherous-looking old man, nostrils flared and eyes rolling back, took in the milky fluid while being violently violated in both orifices by a rough young man—looking exactly like a human sex toy.

　Two weeks had passed since Atsushi experienced the strange phenomenon of body swapping at the 'Soul-Drifting Baths'. At work, not a single person had noticed the strange changes that had happened to the three of them.

　Atsushi repeatedly engaged in narcissistic masturbation while fully embodying the form of 【Riki Iwata】, Riki violently embraced women in his yakuza body, and Sakai was violated by burly men in the body of 【Atsushi Hasegawa】. Yet as their souls grew accustomed to their new bodies, a sense of emptiness gradually took hold. They could never be truly satisfied.

　The only true climax was that feverish, soul-shaking union immediately after swapping bodies with another in that 'Soul-Drifting Baths'.

"Hey, you guys…… wanna go there today?"

　In the break room, Sakai whispered, licking his lips. His youthful, rugged face slackened slovenly with desire. Atsushi and Riki, though tormented by guilt, nodded immediately. They couldn't resist anymore. They were utterly captivated by the immoral phenomenon of the 【body swap】.

　The moment the three men slipped the silver cock rings onto the base of their cocks in the changing room, their cocks throbbed. The 'Soul-Drifting Baths' sold cock rings for regulars; purchasing one ensured they could remember their original bodies even after swapping physical forms with others.

　Atsushi didn't want to relinquish his current body, so he didn't enter the bath. Sitting on a bench, he waited quietly for the event to unfold. Riki and Sakai slowly lowered themselves into the main bath. Hot water enveloped their muscles, and amidst the rising steam, they sized up their targets.

　Just then, the bathhouse door opened, and muscular young men streamed in one after another. Five, six……, eventually, the bathhouse filled to the point where the surrounding air was thick with the scent of sweat. Their muscles bulged, their skin gleaming and water-repellent. Chest muscles were thick and prominent, arms and legs thick with visible veins. Each looked rugged and full of vitality, exuding masculine pheromones in spades. Judging by their bodies, which were two-toned like pandas, they were probably members of the rugby team from the famous university nearby. They seemed confident in their physiques, unabashedly displaying their beautifully sculpted bodies as if to flaunt them to the other visitors.

　After washing themselves, the rugby players entered the bath one by one. Mindful not to disturb the other visitors, they crowded into the water like potatoes being scrubbed. Opposite them, a group of middle-aged construction workers, tanned just as deeply as the players, had taken their places, grinning as they gazed at the young men's naked bodies.

　The construction workers were all Atsushi's colleagues. Sakai had already explained everything to them, so they knew full well they could freely possess any other man's body. In no time, the older men finished ejaculating and took over the muscular bodies of their preferred rugby players. They began thoroughly enjoying sex with their possessed counterparts.

(So from now on, all my colleagues look exactly how I like them…… Every day is gonna be fun♥)

　Atsushi's heart pounded with excitement and anticipation as he entwined his tongue with the man who had just moments ago been in the yakuza-like form controlled by Riki.

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