He pulled up the back of the shirt, and waited. "Comm'n bro, jump in, thanks to you I'm running late. Still go to pick up Sam."
With a groan, I pushed into my roommate, and again he grew to my size. He fixed the shirt, and pants. "Need to get some decent clothes, these really don't show off my physique that well," he muttered. I chose to ignore his insult on my choice of clothing.
As he left, he grabbed the keys to my Lexus. "You don't mind, right?" he asked.
"I guess not," I grumbled in his head.
We picked up Sam, and it was a great night. It felt good as she snuggled up to us, and I had to remind myself that it was Greg in control. Things moved quickly when Greg drove to a quiet place he knew that overlooked the city.
I was surprised when she started to pour her heart out, saying how badly her previous boyfriend had treated her. She show us bruising on her arms, and I felt really bad. But Greg, played the perfect boyfriend and consoled her saying that he'd protect her if he came around again.
She kissed us, and Greg took that a green light. He was clever, manipulating her and before long, he was on top her. There was a lot of excitement, and within a few minutes he was inside her. Pushing my thick dick, sheathed in his skin inside her, time and time again.
He was feeling everything, but so was I, and I felt guilty at what he was doing. Thankfully he'd used a rubber as I wasn't sure who the cum we were pumping out belonged to.
After an hour of making out, we cleaned up and drove Sam back home. He kissed her lovingly--but I felt something was different.
When we arrived back, he dropped my keys on the table and got a beer.
"Damn, I need on as well. Let me pull out," I told him.
"Wait, you can feel everything right?"
"Yeah."
"So stay inside me, and I'll drink the beers, That means we can save our bottles if I drink for both of us."
I reluctantly agreed, but there was some logic to what he said. Greg drunk, five, six bottles--I lost count before we both passed out.
When I woke, I was laying my the couch by myself. I must have pulled myself free at some point. Groggily I looked around and called out for Greg--no reply. The clothes Greg had been wearing were once again discarded in a pile on the floor.
I blinked again and glanced at the table, there was an open pot of pills. I recognised them-Greg used them from time to time when he couldn't sleep.
Sitting up, my head began to swim; I held it tightly. "Damn!" I took a few breaths and staggered to the fridge to get a bottle of water. It was then I saw the clock--6pm.
"Fuck!" I yelled realising that I'd missed the exam. I hit the counter, "Fuck you Greg!" I took a few more breaths resting my hands its cool surface. The realisation had sobered me up!
I needed that mark, I was only just scraping through on my scores--not like Greg who was acing all his.
The door opened and Greg walked through the door with a huge grin on his face.
"Sup bro'? Feeling better? We were wasted last night, but when you pulled out of me, I felt fine. I guessed you took all the beers," he laughed.
"And the pills?"
"Oh yeah, you were tossing and turning so I got you to take a few. Slept like a baby after that."
"You dumb shit!" I yelled, "My exam was today, and now I've missed it. I'm fucked now, and I’ll fail the rest of the year!"
"Sorry, I didn't know, I thought it was tomorrow," Greg pleaded, but even so he smirked a little. "I know I fucked up, but I'm going to see Sam. I need to tell her something important, can you help me out bro'?"
"This can't go on," I muttered.
"Just hurry up," Greg demanded as he removed his own clothes. "I'm meeting with Sam in twenty, and I don't want to be late!"
I reluctantly complied, and pushed into Greg. His body expanded once again and I settled into his mind as I'd done before. It was at this point, I discovered that he knew that my exam was today and he'd slipped me the pills to make sure I didn't attend.
"Did you forget that once I'm inside I can read your memories?"
He looked nervous. "Sorry bro' I forgot about your exam--really!"
"Don't lie, it's pointless." I plucked a few more times at his memories. "You knew all along I'd fail my year without those marks," I gasped, "and you were going to talk me into staying inside you longer as I was such a loser!"
"No man, it's not like that, we make a good team," he spluttered.
I went in deeper. "And you're meeting with Sam tonight to break up with her? Be-Because, you've fucked her and you want someone new?"
That was the last straw, I'd finally seen Greg for what he really was. What hurt even more was the way he’d used Sam. While I was in Greg, I'd fallen for Sam, but I was too shy to ask her out. But Greg had solved that for me.
Greg had fucked up my life, and he was about to shit on Sam's. Greg wasn't a nice guy, but he was smart, confident and had all the right words. It was true, we made a good team, but it was time to change this partnership.
"Greg, you're a shit. You don't care about other people, and you use them for your own means."
He looked shocked, "No, it just happened that way, it was an accident."
I said nothing, and Greg's eyes glazed over as I went to work.
At first, I pulled out his arrogance and selfishness. I continued separating all his negative traits only leaving the few positive ones knowing he would be a far better man after my changes.
I looked at his reflection through this glazed, emotionless eyes. Even though he'd be a better man, he'd still fucked up my life. I knew he'd be good to Sam now, but that would mean I'd still be alone.
Without thinking too much about it, I plucked the consciousness from his mind.
Taking a breath, I pushed forward into the void I'd created. I felt Greg's confidence, skills and memories merge with mine, and the two of us became a single person.
Greg's eyes focused as I took control, and I felt different. The best parts of both of us warmed me; I was the new Greg.
My new mind was working, and I knew that I could convince the school that the person I had been had returned home. I knew that the wrestling and football teams would have openings, and I knew Greg would fit in perfectly.
I smiled thinking of Sam, and went to my old room. I collected all my clothes and took them into Greg's--no, my room. I threw all Greg's old clothes into my old room; they'd go to charity sometime.
After showering, I got dressed, fixing my shirt--just unbutton a little lower that I would normally, but I now had Greg's confidence. I fixed my hair--just as he would have.
At the door, I looked in the mirror, a new confident, kind face looked back. I smiled. "Welcome to your new life Greg," I whispered.
Passing the table I took the keys to the Lexus--I knew it would be OK--and I left to meet up with Sam.
—end
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