As I continued my cardio I watched as he plucked at the sleeves of his t-shirt, I had to admit he was prime beef.
He was older by a few years, but it didn't bother me. He was just what I was looking for, every gym has one. A guy, a big guy that keeps to himself, but is always there. Some might consider him part of the decor, approach him and he'll stare you down until you retreat--a lone wolf.
I could see he'd worked hard for his body, had the confidence to show it off as well. He'd leave wearing t-shirts that were just a little too small, I smiled, just like that grey one. But I'd spotted him drinking in a club, he was wearing an expensive looking tailored shirt, black pants and a gold watch that was ridiculously large.
He sat at the bar, on a stool. A girl; a beautiful model, stood between his legs, her back pressed against his chest. He was kissing the back of her neck, his strong arms wrapped around her torso. He began to feel her waist, he traced his hands down her thighs slowly and methodically.
She writhed under his touch, he slid off the stool and pulled her closer. Something was said and they made their way deeper into the club.
The walker bleeped and brought me back, I knew his schedule, I knew his life would be mine soon. It was clear he was proud of his body, I should feel guilty about stealing it--but I don't.
He would still exist, he would still scowl at anyone that came close to his corner of the gym, he would continue to post pictures, but it would be me inside. Behind the scowl, behind the tight skin layered over thick heavy muscle it would be me looking through his dark eyes. Not a single person would notice any change in Lucas Aaron Davies--that was the point, this time I wanted to be that wolf.
Finishing the last of the photos he returned to his bench and picked up a towel and rubbed around his neck, I could see dark patches around his armpits--he'd been working hard.
Leaving the weights on the ground, he made his way towards the lockers. I followed, from my pocket I retrieved my weapon of choice. Pulling on the trigger it crackled in my hand.
I closed in behind him, he went to turn on me, but I pushed the device against his side and squeezed. It crackled into life, Lucas spasmed and dropped to the ground. I pushed against the door marked private--a store room, and pulled him inside.
The demise of Lucas Davies, and his rebirth was about to happen.
He looked up at me, it must have been perplexing for him. A lean nineteen year old standing over the biggest and possibly the most aggressive man in the gym. I smiled wondering what was going through his mind as I pulled off his trainers and socks. I'd know in minutes of course, I was about to take everything he owned; life, memories, secrets, all of it.
His joggers came off next, his eyes followed my every move. I could read the anger, the absolute loathing and hatred for me. If he knew what he was about to lose, it would be fear in his eyes.
Slipping off his briefs, I concentrated on his upper body. The tight, oh so tight shirt was next. I peeled it off, it clung, reluctant to reveal what lay below, I lavished the thought that I would be experiencing it for myself within minutes.
It was done, he laid naked before me. His eyes staring daggers at me. I let him watch me undress, for him to witness the body--my old host.
I rolled him onto his front, for a moment I had to admire his amazing frame. His back tightened as he tried to move, striations crossed his shoulders.
He was strong, he was going to struggle, fight. I was going to enjoy that. I began to lay on his back; aligning my limbs with his, I was enjoying the sense of being so close. The feeling of so much power over this muscular man was intoxicating.
As I began to push against his body, I could feel his muscles struggling beneath me. I leaned in close to his neck, I could smell his strong masculine odour, the dampness of his skin against mine. "Relax," I whispered, "this nightmare will be over in a few minutes."
I pushed on through his skin, through his muscle. His first sound; a grunt, then a groan. I knew he could feel the tightness of the intrusion. His whole body tensed as the last of mine completed its journey.
His body sprung into life, he let out a roar as he fought me for control. He kicked and lashed out randomly, tensing and relaxing as I stripped him piece by piece from his own body.
As I jerk him free of any control, I filled the space taking his body a bit at a time. Within minutes I'd plucked him free of any control, only his mind remained and I need that for myself.
Instead of stripping his mind, I pushed deeper inside. I felt a silent scream, his last, as I forced myself into every last cell. My features shifted and reformed, a duplicate of his as I leached his memories. I smiled, he had been shit scared of what was about to happen even though he never showed it.
I began to flex and stretch; waiting. I felt a wave of nausea, the last part of my transition. I rolled over and kneeled. I began to retch, my new body began to convulse. Collapsing forward onto my hands I retched again. My stomach contracted, clenched hard, I leaned forward trying to cough. It was moving, slowly up my body, it squeezed into my throat. My neck already thick with muscle started to swell. I started to choke, I tried to relax, open my gullet. Using my new muscles to pushed--hard.
Choking again, I began to expel the large gelatinous substance that had forced its way up my throat. Every muscle in my new body constricted, forcing the substance--a combination of my old host and the remnants of Lucas out. With one last heave all that remained flopped to the floor in front of me.
A feeling of calm swept through me, I got to my feet stepping away from the formless mess on the floor.
I looked at my new body, flexed and tested each muscle group--he was a perfect fit. There was a wash basin, a mirror. I looked at myself, his dark eyes stared back. His reflection was faultless, the disguise was seamless, undetectable.
"Told you everything would be fine," I said in my new voice. I worked through the puppet mind I'd taken, each query produced an instant answer. In a few hours, it wouldn't need any effort as I absorb the last of his being.
Reluctantly I pulled on the clothes, but enjoy the way they hugged my new body. I leave the slowly evaporating mess on the floor, only stopping to draw the iPhone from my pocket, unlock it and take a few more pictures.
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