I took a picture of myself, it helped me remember what I looked like on these assignments. Just because I was a Taker, it didn't mean that I couldn't look after myself. When I wasn't working, I kept out of other people--I grinned at my reflection--mostly, and enjoyed training at the gym.
It's not all fun. Being a handsome fuck, such as I am, I tend to attract attention. So I always slip on a local identity, someone well known--that's always a bonus. That's why I never need to pack much.
I'd stopped off at a small cafe opposite the Police station, the sign outside said they had lockers for rent.
"How much for a locker?" I asked the cub making a coffee.
"$10 a month," he replied as he made a espresso for a guy.
I nodded and waited for the customer to leave. I walked over to the counter, I was at least an inch taller than him. His eyes flicked over torso, then returned to my face. He sucked on his lip.
"Do you want one?" I smiled, and he blushed.
I reached up to his face, and he flinched. I paused, then stroked his beard. He gasped a little, as I touched his temple, his eyes were fixed on mine.
He whimpered a little, as I pushed my fingertips into his head. I needed an aid, someone who knew the area and had good contacts. Someone I could rely on, someone I could use. I figured a coffee shop that sold doughnuts might work.
Pulling my fingers free, his stare softened. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Ray."
"OK Ray, lets go somewhere private." He led me to the back of the shop, and stopped.
"Is this OK?" he asked.
"It's fine. Are there any others that work here with you?"
"Garrett, he covers Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays."
"Can he cover for you if you're not here?"
"Yeah, he's always looking for more hours," he said
I looked at Ray, I could see that he looked after himself. His physique was different to mine; short, but he had a thick muscular build. His polo shirt hugged his torso, clearly showing the work he'd put in at the gym. His hair and beard was clean and tidy; well looked after. The expression was calm, he was handsome, a warm, and a welcoming face--one you could trust, I could use that.
"Ok, turn around. I'm going to be you for a few weeks, and we're going to have a lot of fun."
He did as he was told, he looked just as good from the back. I stooped, and eased myself into his body. He gasped as the last of my larger frame squeezed inside. I blinked a few times, as I became one with Ray--Ray Godfrey. He offered his mind, and I accepted it. His skin bristled, and prickled as I made his body my own--at least temporarily. Then I was Ray--completely. I'd given his body all the powers I had, there was no need to pull out of Ray to take another.
I returned to the front of the shop, only glancing at my new reflection for a moment. I put my bag into a locker, and put the key in the cash register before easing myself into Ray's routine.
As I served coffee, and cleaned the tables I realised how popular Ray was. He was trusted, and had many friends both female and male; I lived his life for a few days as I studied the comings and goings of the station opposite.
When Tuesday came, I opened the cafe with Garrett.
In the back room, I tackled Garrett. He struggled cussing and twisting, but I was supplementing my hosts strength. Within minutes I was forcing myself inside Garrett. I flexed and rolled my shoulders, he was stronger than Ray, although he wore baggy clothes, I knew he was packing nice physique.
I tweaked the way his mind worked; another submissive host just the same as Ray. For the rest of the day I played Garrett--perfectly. As I made an espresso, I stared at my reflection. Garrett's mind was buzzing, he knew his friend, Ray was inside him, controlling him--fooling everyone and that excited him. The shorts I was wearing started to tent, I served the drink and ducked into the back of the shop.
Yanking up the leg of the shorts, I grabbed my new dick and jerked it a few times and groaned. I began to dig a little deeper into Garrett's mind. This was his fantasy, having someone control him in this way. I swallowed, he'd role played this scenario with his boyfriend--they live together.
There was a shout from the shop, another customer. I relaxed, pushing away the thoughts and my dick softened. After adjusting my shorts, I returned to the shop front and continued my duties.
I locked up, and made my way back to where Garrett lived. I took a breath, and felt my stolen pecs swell under the layers of clothes--I needed a shower, and release of from this tightness in my shorts.
End of pt1
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