Along for the Ride

I needed a vacation, so the airport was my destination. It was crowded that day, and filled with so many possibilities, but as soon as I saw this kid sitting there waiting for his plane, I knew that I had to have him. I sat right next to him, and he didn’t even look up from his book. He appeared to be alone, but after a few minutes his family came back – his father, his mother, and what appeared to be his younger sister. They were all very well-groomed people. Wealthy-lookin’ people, if you know what I mean – the dad in a business suit, the mom with perfectly-styled hair and a designer handbag, and the sister dressed head-to-toe in Abercrombie. I smiled on the inside as I listened to them talk about their upcoming vacation. From what I could gather, it was going to be a month-long trip around Europe, hitting up all the major destinations. Perfect.

I began to pay extra attention to the boy now, whose name I learned was Kyle. I watched him as intently as I could without anybody noticing, but he wasn’t budging from his seat. It was getting close to boarding time, and I was getting nervous. Finally, I saw him tuck away his book in his backpack and stand up and stretch. My heartbeat quickened as I heard him tell his mom that he was going to go to the restroom. This was it! I discreetly followed him as he entered the restroom. By some stroke of luck, it was only us two in there as he walked up to a stall, unzipped his shorts and let out a thick stream of piss. Damn! Maybe he was pretty well-hung as well!

As he finished, I walked right up behind him, grabbing his hair with one hand and reaching around his chest with the other, holding him tightly against me.

“What the fuck man!” he screamed, “I knew you were watching me all day! Dude, that's so sick! Somebody help me! Fuck!”

I moved my hand over his mouth, muffling his calls for help, but not silencing them. This would have to be quick.

I pressed myself into his body, my hot breath on his neck as I felt him come under my control. I grunted as I pushed myself all the way in. It was a tight fit getting into that trim teenage body of his, but it felt great being inside. I looked down at myself and saw Kyle’s cute body, his chest steadily rising and falling as I breathed in and out with his lungs. His dick was still hanging out of his shorts – and, man, was I right! The boy was hung!

“Awesome…” I said, sounding every bit like a teenage boy who was just getting used to his growing body.

Knowing that I didn’t have much time, I tucked his dick back into his pants, adjusting it so that there was a nice, noticeable bulge. I turned around and looked in the mirror at my newest body.

“Nice one!” I said, smiling.

I gave my little muscles a quick flex. This boy could really have a nice body if he started packing on some muscle. And at his age, that shouldn't be any problem at all. Maybe I'd stick around in his body long enough to get him started. But for now, it was all about the all-expenses paid trip to Europe I was about to take! I exited the restroom confidently and made my way back to Kyle’s family.

“Honey!” said his mom, “What took you so long? We’re about to board!”

“Sorry, Mom!” I said, picking up Kyle’s backpack and slinging it across my strong new back, “I was just… freshening myself up.”

“Freshening yourself up?” his mom said with a quizzical look, “Well, ok. Come on everybody – let’s go!”

I followed them all onto the plane. For the time being, they felt like complete strangers, but I had an 8-hour flight ahead of me. That would give me plenty of time to go through Kyle’s memories and adapt his personality. By the time we got to Paris, they wouldn’t even know me from their own son. Little would they know that I was really just some stranger along for the ride.