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ReplyDeleteWe security officers aren't paid to do much of anything. Most instances of theft on the store are crimes of opportunity, and thus we're paid simply for our presence, to dissuade shoplifting. Even so, I take my job seriously, unlike some of the other officers at my store.
I noticed this guy come into the store. He looked like he could still be in high school, probably a skater punk given his clothes, shoes, and shaggy hair. He wore a hoody and had a backpack slung over his shoulder, a good place to hide items until making a break for it at the exit. I thought I'd keep my eye on him.
The guy wanders around the store, no apparent destination. I follow at a discrete distance, close enough to observe but not so close as to raise suspicion. However, I never see him actually steal anything.
Shit! Where'd he go? I was distracted for a second and I lost him. I round the aisle end. He's not to be seen. The restroom is nearby, maybe he's there.
I enter the men's restroom. I don't see him: all of the stalls are open, and no one is at the urinals. I turn to exit, feel a prick in the neck, and before I collapse, I see him smiling.
"I hoped you'd take the bait, Nathan." How did he know my name? I've never seen him before. But I can't speak, and I don't know why. "I've got plans for you. Once you're finished deflating, that is." Deflating? What's going on here? He undresses and stands over me. Reaching to his face, he pulls at his mouth and it stretches. The lower lip, he peels down while raising the upper over his head. There, in front of me is a bastard: my boyfriend's crazy ex, his graying hair contrasting with the slim body of a teenage skater. I had helped my boyfriend escape a psychologically abusive relationship with him. Needless to say, Jack didn't take it well.
"You're starting to get the picture," he says as he picks me up and holds me next to him in the mirror. I look hollow, like a suit, probably like the teen did before Jack put him on. "I think it's time you livened up."
He lays me on the counter after removing my uniform and finishes stripping himself of the skater, discarding the kid on the floor. The next thing I know, he's sitting on the counter, opening my mouth, wider than it has ever opened before, and shoving a foot down my body. It slides into my own foot, and after a little adjusting I can feel my foot moving. I can feel it, but it's not me moving it. He does the same with his other foot then works my mouth and body up his. He has a raging boner as he tries to align his cock in mine. He raises a finger to his nose. "Smells good. I wonder if an uncut penis is as sensitive as they say. I guess I'll find out soon."
With each body part he fills, I start to feel more alive. Soon he pulls my mouth up his neck and over his head. I can see the final result. It's only me in the mirror. He raises my hand to my face. "Mark always did like scruff," he says in my voice.
He dresses in my security uniform, throws the kid and kids clothes into the backpack. "Guess you should get back to work, Nate. Then it's home; home to MY boyfriend. And with your memories seeping through, and with your body, Mark will never know the better."
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ReplyDeleteI walk into Target with my friends deciding today was the day. We are going to get back at the racist security guards who falsely accused us for shop lifting. At first we were left helplessly infuriated at their actions as we had no way to get back at them, but one day our problem was solved. I found this magical ring left in my attic which allowed me to physically enter someone's body and take control. Once the ring is on, entering them is just like walking into another room, it was easy.
Walking through the store we notice the racist guard from last time as he is walking down an aisle. We quickly kick our plan into action as we see him walking away not noticing us, and one of my friends approaches a worker and tells her that someone is opening up items in the men's bathroom. Just as planned, we watch her speak into the phone asking the security guard to go check. She smiles thanking us, and I smile back thanking her for getting our plan rolling. We make our way to the bathroom, and we stop as we see the guard walk into the hall way leading to the room. We follow.
I watch as he enters the room, and following our plan, my friends watch the door making sure no one else comes in as I go in alone. I enter the bathroom seeing the security guard checking the stall and he looks back looking at me.
"Hey, didn't I tell you last time you kids are not allowed in here anymore" he angrily grumbles facing me. "I know you and your kind are only here to steal" he says and I laugh.
"Actually this time you're right. I am here to steal" and he laughs as he approaches me with the handcuffs already out.
"How dumb can people like you get" he smirks and continues "how exactly are you going to steal when you just told one of the security guards of the store".
I smile. "Oh I won't be doing the stealing actually. You are" and he gives me a questionable look, but before he knows it I charge at him while putting on the ring. Merging with his body, I suddenly find my self standing tall in his body.
"I did it" I exclaim hearing the gruff voice that accused us of stealing leaving my mouth. It was strange but I would get use to it. I take a look into the mirror finding my self behind the man that got us in trouble for no good reason. I raise his hand feeling the rough beard he had growing realizing that this was the first time I experience having one. Staring at the snug security outfit I had one, I smirk while saying "Well then Security Officer Gary, my friends and I are actually going to steal this time, but you'll be doing all the dirty work". Perhaps I'll even give his life a spin and do things I couldn't do as a teenager.
Thanks Travis, another great story.
ReplyDeleteLike the story, thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteNice story, thanks for posting.
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ReplyDeleteBeing a body without soul wandering around is dangerous, because people could bump into me and i will lose my body's control. But being a stud with no soul and add in the information that i am rich to that, alot people already knew that my body is souless. So alot of people tries to bump into me to get control. But i fought back and pushes all those nerds, geeks and bums out of my body.
I am getting tired of it. So i better find a good soul that willing to help me out to break this stupid souless body curse that was given to me by my stupid ex girlfriend. Haiz.
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