Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 2 (of 7)

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I looked at the teenager and thought about all the fun I'd seen him have over the past twenty-four hours--even though he wasn't in control of his own body I could see the potential. I felt my own chest, flat and without definition below the cheap grey shirt. Cheap, it's all I could afford. I knew Daniel had come from a wealthy family--that's why he was targeted by the girl.

"Fuck it!"

Grabbing Daniel's shirt I pulled him behind a dumpster. Piece by piece I removed his clothes. Then I removed my own, dropping them into the waste. I touched the teenagers chest again and my hand disappeared inside--I pulled it out, and briefly thought about what I was planning to do: steal a teenager’s life. I looked down at Daniel again and convinced myself that I could be young again--the thought of it started to make my own dick go hard. I stepped over Daniel and slowly lowered myself into his body. I could feel the cool stone against MY butt cheeks?

It was working. Quickly I moved my legs aligning them with Daniel's. There was the same tightness again. I wiggled my toes and watched as Daniel's responded.
I twisted, and felt Daniel's waist tighten around my own. With my own dick still pointing to the sky I watched as Daniel's monster came to life as well. As it grew it dwarfed mine, and when it reached full mast my dick was pulled inside his. I let out a grunt as I felt my manhood stretch and fill the ten inches that slowly bobbed in front of me.

I still had doubts, but I had a feeling I was past the point of no return. I licked my lips as I thought about his cobbled abs, muscular chest, broad shoulders and thick arms. It was like a dream, fulfilling all my wishes in one package. Not forgetting his face, still young and with so much potential--something I was about to make my own.

Gently I started to lower myself into his upper body, feeling the tightness of Daniel's body wrap itself inch by inch around me. My arms merged into his as did my torso. Keeping my head clear of Daniel's I took a last look, with each deep breath Daniels--no my chest rose and fall. I took a final breath and lowered my head into the teenager’s.

A tightening squeezed at my head and then a thousand memories exploded into my mind as all of Daniel's secrets, memories and ambitions became mine. I gulped for air and sat up coughing. "Fuck, what a rush," I blurted out, but stopped. I rubbed at my neck and throat conscious of how much stronger and thicker it felt. "My name is Daniel. James. Westford," I said slowly getting used to the teenager's voice.

I inspected my hands, arms and impressive pecs. Tentatively I traced my fingers across my new young face - cheeks, nose, lips and ears. I felt the stiffness of my gelled hair, carefully molded and sculpted. A memory of fixing it every morning drifted through my mind and without really thinking about it I pulled and shaped it into place again.

Then I felt it, the gentle tugging of gravity at my groin. My new dick. It was larger, a good ten inches thick and heavy. Memories of being at school, and being embarrassed of how large it was flooded my mind. I had been right. When he'd arrived in Majorca Daniel had still been a virgin. His friends had brought him so he could 'pop his cherry'. It was a shame that it took another girl inside him to cross that hurdle. The thought of the girl on the hood of the car getting fucked by this body I was now inhabiting brought on a rush of heat and the monster stiffened to the point it was becoming painful.

I scooted back against the wall and grasped at the rod with two hands. I hunched my shoulders and looked up into vacant space as I started to slowly pump my hands. Long deep motions; the full length. I could feel the blood pumping through mass; my eyes slowly closed, as my laboured breathing coincided with each pump. My hands started to quiver, and my breathing stuttered. My abs tightened as did my balls. Shivers skated down my spine and my eyes popped open wide, I could only let out a primeval grunt as my abs tightened again and a thick stream of cream erupted from the monster. It landed a good four feet in front of me, my whole body spasmed again--and again. Six spurts of liquid life adorned the pavement in front of me. I sagged, spent with the exertion for just a moment and my dick started to soften in my hands.

Shaking my hands dry I wiped them on my legs. Slowly I got to my feet rising to my new height. I could feel the strength of my back pulling it straight, the subtle weight of the meat the hung across my chest. "Fuck yeah, I am Daniel Westford and nobody is going to take that away."

Picking up the shorts, I easily stepped into them guiding my now spent dick into the left leg. Buttoning and zipping them up, I adjusted their fit across my waist. Next the shirt, over my head--making sure not to mess up my hair. I liked the way it showed my pecs and hung over my shoulders. Pushing my feet into the deck shoes completed my transformation.

Making my way back to the hotel, I looked at myself in the reflection from the windows. It was an impressive vision, and I guessed it would only get better with age. With Daniel's looks and me at the helm we were going places.

At the front desk I apologised to the manager and asked if I could withdraw the money tomorrow morning. He told me it would be fine and credited fifty Euros to the bar tab.

Back in the room the rest of the guys asked me where I'd been. I told them I went to find the girl I'd hooked up with on the first night, but couldn't find her.

They joked about me finally fucking a girl. I told them about the credit the manager had added to the bar tab and they headed downstairs leaving just me and Terry.

I slumped into the chair and Terry went to get a drink from the mini-bar. I thought about what I'd told the guys--about the girl last night and knew it was exactly what Daniel would have said. I was amazed at how not only was I cocooned in the teenager’s body, but also how his mind so easily surrendered information. I could see how this girl would easily seduce teenagers and get inside them. With their memories opened up, she was undetectable just like me. She would steal what money they had and then drop them just as she'd tried to with Daniel. I could only guess that once she'd left someone there was some kind of temporary delay before the person regained consciousness, during which they were susceptible to re-possession. I was lucky to find Daniel when I did.

My new teenage mind wandered back to the girl last night; visions of her pinned against the hood of the car, and her squeals as Daniel's monster pushed deep insider her. Subconsciously I pushed the heel of my palm into my crotch as my dick tightened in my shorts.

"Fucking hell Danny," Terry's exclamation brought me back. He was looking at the outline of my dick in the shorts fabric. He sighed and offered me a beer, I took it and blushed. "Still thinking about last night? Finally joining us men then?" He licked his finger and painted a number one in the air. "That's just one for you. You have a lot of catching up to do."

"Fuck off Terry," I growled.

He looked at me for a moment, then back at the outline of my dick. "You know I could help you with that?"

--- END OF PART TWO