“Cadet Peters!”
I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.
“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.
“Yes Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.
My focus shifts back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you little bitch?”
Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.
He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch, with a barrel chest and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. He had a wedding ring, so he was definitely married, and his presence demanded respect from everyone he worked with. Most importantly, his superiors.
“Now I don’t want to hear one more fucking sound from any of you pussies until I get you back to the classroom. Then I can stop babysitting, get back on the road and do my fucking job!”
I spot the bathroom door. Now was as good a time as any.
I cough.
The Sergeant’s head snaps towards me. “What the FUCK did I say Cadet Peters?” His massive leather boots shift and he takes a menacing step towards me.
“Sorry Sargaent, I---“
“You little faggot!” he screams as he marches towards me. He brings his face an inch from mine. “Do you wanna see what happens to little pussies like you that can’t fucking listen?” spitting the words into my face. “I fuck them up.”
I gather my courage and wrap my hand around his wrist. I send a strong electric pulse through his body. “Ughh!” he grunts with surprise.
I send another pulse.
“Nnnnnmmm” he groans, his hips bucking. He looks down at his crotch, where his suddenly stiff cock strains against his slacks.
I send another pulse, stronger. This this jolt causes his legs to almost give out from under him. He’s now hard as a rock and pre-cum begins to seep through his pants. I chuckle to myself as I let go.
His hips buck again, involuntarily. "Whoa. Whoa..." he says in surprise. His testosterone should be going through the roof right now. He'll be lucky if the horniness doesn't drive him crazy! It will only get worse.
He looks down at his crotch, the back at me as a flicker of embarrassment dances across his eyes for a moment. Nervously he looks to his superiors who are busy discussing another matter. His hips buck again. He struggles to steady himself. He looks back to me as he tuck his hard-on into his waistband, suddenly regaining his machismo.
“Major Daniels!” he barks. “I’m going to hit the head. Watch these little fuckers.”
The Major nods as the Sergeant turns and struts quickly into the bathroom.
“Major Daniels!” I cry. “Permission to use the bathroom, sir!”
“Permission granted, Cadet.” He says with a sigh.
As I enter the empty bathroom, I can hear the Sergeant already masturbating furiously. I quickly scan the stalls until I and see his giant boots shifting along the rhythm of his quiet grunts.
I look at myself in the mirror. This cadet is one skinny little runt, so I would definitely to get creative. There’s no way I could overpower the Sergeant in this body, he’s over twice my size! I’ll have to take a risk.
I cross to the stall, notice the broken lock and push it open. The Sergeant's mouth falls open in shock. His eyes are dilated and his hips continue to buck. He is possessed by lust. Poor fucker! This desperate muscle-giant had unbuttoned his shirt and was still rubbing one of his massive, hairy pecs with one hand. The other hand continue to compulsively stroke his 10 inch cock, as thick as a Coke can.
Dripping with sweat, he frantically tries to close the door with his free hand. I move quickly, placing my hand on his chest. I shoot a strong electric pulse directly into his heart. His head jerks back involuntarily as he lets out a shout. Fuck, that was too much. I start sending a series of smaller pulses, building them up.
“Peters… Stop… How are you... motherfucker... I”, he pleads quietly as he struggles through a heart attack.
The tendons in his neck bulge, as an unnatural shade of deep purple starts spreading through his veins. His muscles flexing involuntarily, twitching from the electric pulses. As he nears the end, he lets out a low groan as he struggles for air. His hand makes a last attempt of defense, trying to grasp mine. He sighs in resignation as he slumps to one side. His eyes are still open.
“Sergeant?” I say cautiously, in the cadets’ timid voice. He does not answer.
I pull out my phone and send a text -- 'Got him'.
I stuff my phone into the Sargent’s pocket and begin quickly buttoning his shirt. As I reached his neck I have to pull the stretchy fabric a bit, straining the shirt over his massive pecs.
“Fuck!” I exclaim hungrily. I flick his chest, and it twitches involuntarily. I can’t resist myself - I sit on his lap and rub his chest. It’s rock hard. His cock presses up against my ass.
I get up and tuck his dick into his underwear, zip his fly and tuck his shirt into his pants. I take off his peaked hat and grip him under each armpit. “Okay Sergeant, up!” I pull him up against my scrawny body, almost bowling over from the weight of this hulking muscle-bound stud.
I struggle to lower him on his knees, but he slips and falls to the floor with a loud thump.
“Cadet?” the Major calls from outside.
“Be right there!” I call back, catching my breath.
I roll the Sergeant onto his back, my fingers clutching its’ ribbons of muscle. I climb on top of this human mountain and place my hands on either side of his dark buzzed head. I send a test pulse. His eyes flutter. That’s a good sign.
I place my hand on his chest. No heartbeat. Perfect. I have to make sure that he’s gone. I don’t want him transferring into the Cadet’s body.
I return my hands to his head and feel the current start to build. The tingle starts in my head… builds… then spreads to my neck, shoulders and then arms. I hold my breath, bite down, and then…
I gasp in horror as if waking from a nightmare. I struggle to fill my lungs with air electric currents shoot through my body. It's as if I had stuck a key into an electric socket. My legs kick and fingers writhing as the jolts shoot through my body. Finally, the pulsing slows.
I open my eyes and notice a skinny arm across my chest. My enormous fucking barrel chest. I look to my left and see the body of Cadet Brandon Peters. He must've tumbled off of me during the transfer.
I raised my hands to my face and examine my hairy knuckles as the deep purple fades from my veins. I flick off the cadet’s hand and laugh in relief. I search my brain for a moment trying to retrieve his thoughts. I remember nothing. I put a finger to each temple and shoot a strong pulse inward.
I yelp in pain as my head explodes with random thoughts and memories. I writhe on the floor as I remember his wife, children, birthday, parents—
Someone taps on the window.
I roll away from the Cadet onto my stomach and try pushing myself up. My biceps strain as I push up, jerking as if they have a life of their own. I fall back down and wait for the jerking to stop. Fuck! He weighs a ton. I try again, rising slowly as I fight vertigo.
As I stand, I watch my massive figure fill the mirror.
The Major calls into the bathroom. “Everything okay, Sergeant?”
I open my mouth and attempt to speak. My throat is full of phlegm, and I start to gag. I bring my massive hands to my throat in panic, but I cough it up.
“One minute!” I croak. Fuck! The pitch is too high.
“Aaaaahhh”, I test quietly to myself. The pitch starts to pitch downward as a tickle leaves the back of my throat. I look at myself again in the mirror. “I am Sergeant Nathaniel Johnson.” I repeat this as my voice adjust to the gruff, intimidating tenor I remember.
Suddenly I feel my heart beat faster as I feel a rush of virile energy. I look down at my crotch and chuckle. He’s still hard! I stare at myself in the mirror and take in the whole package. His personality starts to take over.
“I am fucking Sergeant Nathaniel Johnson.” I say confidently, impersonating him perfectly. I shoot myself a double bicep pose, the pull up my shirt revealing his ripping abs.
“Sergeant?” the Major calls again.
“Uh… yeah, yeah. All good!” I say loudly as I tuck my shirt back in. I take a first step toward the mirror, struggling for a moment to balance this gargantuan body. I take another step and quickly my stride becomes confident.
I trace his cheekbones and square jaw with his fingers while looking into his sexy chestnut eyes. “I am going to have so much fun in you. Who’s the pussy now?”
I bend over and fetch my peaked hat, returning it to my head and tipping it forward. I give myself a wink as I laugh again. This is fucking hot!
Suddenly, I notice my perky muscle ass. I smile at my reflection mischievously as I suck on a meaty finger, then slip it down my crack until I reach his hole. I swirl it on the outside for a moment, feeling the heat… then I plunge it in. I groan with pleasure, feeling the inside of his ass pulse. I raise my other hand to his chest and grip onto a pec, bouncing it involuntarily.
There’s another tap at the window.
Fuck! I forgot! I run to the window open it. Fernando and Gustavo, waiting in the alley, climb through. These guys have been my best friends since we were scared, homeless teenagers in Mexico. That's when I discovered my gifts. But no matter how many people I’ve transferred into over the years, it always feels like the first time.
“Eh… Esteban?” Fernando asks me.
“That's right, bad hombre!” I reply with a sexy smile.
“Mierda! Ese cuerpo es hermoso!” Gustavo exclaims.
“We’ll have fun later,” I say. I point to Cadet Peters. “That’s you.”
Gustavo quickly gets on the floor and lays down beside the Cadet. I place a hand on each of their heads and, acting a conduit, send a series of electric pulses. As the current shoots through us, I momentarily hold all of Gustavo's memories.
I let go as Gustavo and the Cadet convulse violently. Gustavo's body becomes still, and the Cadet’s eyes pop open and he raises his hands to his face. He looks joyously at his old body.
“You in?” I ask.
“Yes, Sergeant!” he grins, trying on a pitch-perfect southern accent. “Feelin' fit as a fiddle.”
Suddenly, Major Daniels bursts into the bathroom. “WHAT IN THE HELL IS—“
He is taken aback by the scene. The Cadet and I standing over Gustavo’s body, while Fernando stands nearby.
I take a look at the Major, who despite his shock, seems intimidated by me. I survey him quickly. At one point he was a terrifying figure, but now he’s in his fifties with a pot belly and a handlebar moustache. He went soft ages ago.
“This is you.” I say to Fernando as I rush toward the Major. I catch his arm as he tries to run and push him up against the wall. I wrap my massive hands around his neck and start to lift him up. It’s effortless. It feels like magic. The Major’s legs kick the air helplessly as I raise him above my head.
I turn to the mirror to study my reflection. With this uniform and this tight body, I feel so fucking powerful! My massive triceps inflate as I see cable-thick veins start to bulge at the peak of my biceps. I have taken big bodies before, but never this big.
As the Major’s eyes wildly scan the room for help, I lower him and wrap my arm around his neck in a sleeper hold. I drag him towards the mirror, watching his reflection squirm. I’m enjoying this.
I place my free hand on Fernando’s head, and press the other against the Major’s while maintaining my grip. The Major chokes out, “Sergeant… I don’t understand!”
“You will,” I say.
A pulse shoots through our bodies as Fernando falls to the floor. The Major starts to seize as I maintain my grip, watching him closely. My cock, still stiff, presses against him. As he shakes, begins to foam at the mouth until he goes silent.
Suddenly the Major erupts into a coughing fit. “LET GO OF ME!” he screams. I release him.
“Fernando?” I say cautiously.
His brow furrows in confusion. “Sergeant, what are you talking about?”
The Cadet cries “That's not Fernando!”
The Major cracks his neck, then takes a step towards me. I step back to the wall.
“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing Sergeant Johnson? Assaulting a superior?”
He presses himself against me, menacingly. “Attacking your fucking Major? You don’t think there’s consequences for this?”
He brings his face close to mine as I ready myself to attack. He leans in and opens his mouth, giving me a sensual kiss.
“You old bastard!” I exclaim. We all start to laugh.
We start examining our new bodies in the mirror: A Major, a Sergeant, and a Cadet. The perfect bodies to smuggle in new immigrants across the Arizona border. Damn, we are going to make so much money! Especially after we use the academy to transfer our men into these cadets.
I look to Cadet Peters as he reaches into his pants and massages his new dick. He smiles at himself with his new, youthful face. “You don’t have to stay in him. The Corporal is in the hallway and is a sexy motherfucker. I hear the Major here is promoting him soon.”
“I don’t know,” the Cadet says with a grin, “I like him. And who knows, if I work hard enough, maybe I’ll be just like you one day Major.”
Suddenly, I hear a groan.
“Que… Que esta pasando?” the Major says in shock, as he rises in Fernando’s body.
I turn with a clenched fist, then punch him out. He falls to the floor, unconscious.
I shoot the other troopers a devilish smile, “Shall we?"
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