"CORY!" Wagner shouted. That made Cory jump and he shook his head and looked over.
"Sorry, zoned out for a moment," he muttered.
Cory was the best dancer they had at the club--or at least that's what they'd told him. But when they said they were going to have let him go—and after six months—it was a shock.
"Why?" Cory asked in disbelief.
"People's tastes are changing. You're great, and boy can you move, but numbers in the club are dropping and we need something new."
"I can do new!"
"Sure you can, but we’ve got something in mind. It’s called Magic, and well--
Wagner scratched his nose, "You're a bit... pale for what we're looking for."
"Oh," Cory sighed as Wagner passed Cory an envelope. "Here's what we owe you--and a bit extra. Sorry Cory, but you know..."
Cory accepted the envelope, and nodded before reluctantly leaving.
He was hot at the club--a favourite, but even he'd noticed a decline in the tips that punters would slip him.
He ripped open the envelope as he walked back to the subway, and let out a whistle. "Damn, must be two thou' in there," he gasped. "Well, this should help out while I'm looking for something new."
Cory made his way to Union Street station, he was in a dream, when a woman forced something into his hand. He looked at it; a photocopied flier. He snorted, screwed it up and dropped it.
He managed to catch one of the late trains. He settled back for the 40 minute trip back to his apartment, still drowning in his thoughts.
The remainder of the passengers dispersed leaving the carriage empty. Nobody in their right mind travelled to this part of the city. So he sat--alone--thinking about what to do next, the cash wouldn’t last forever.
The subway had just left College West, a station supporting the local community college. He hadn’t seen anyone on the platform as he passed, but once the train pulled away he could hear internal doors slamming—one after another--and the noise was getting closer.
Cory closed his eyes, he didn’t want any trouble. Wakeside was a problem college locally, hardly surprising when it was in the middle of a one of the worst neighbourhoods.
The carriage door opened and slammed closed again. There was footsteps. Cory held his breath hoping whoever it was would pass, but he wasn’t in luck. He heard a grunt, and a sigh as someone took a seat.
Cory opened his eyes and discovered a guy sitting a few seats along. He sat forward peering at his phone, tapping at its screen.
The college was known for its football team and this guy had to be a player. Cory grinned to himself—could this be the sort of magic Wagner had in mind?
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Cory stared at the man, and sucked on his lip. "This could be a new start," he thought to himself, "maybe for both of us."
The man gently rocked in his seat, still focused on his mobile. Cory couldn't see his face, but the way his clothes fitted suggested that he was big! He would have to be careful.
Cory got to his feet and check the adjoining carriages, glancing thought the windows. They were empty.
As the train rattled along, Cory sat again, this time opposite the man, who's fixation with his mobile didn't wane.
Cory needed to get his attention, so he stretched out his legs. This immediately caused a reaction, and the man looked up and glared at Cory. The man had a young face considering his build, with dark eyes, a broad nose and thick lips. He had a black wiry stubble across his cheeks and chin with a thin, carefully sculpted moustache.
Cory raised an eyebrow, and the man removed his earpods with a glare. "What? What the fuck are you staring at!", he snarled.
A smile curled onto Cory's face, he liked this guys attitude. A few moments later all the friendliness drained from Cory's face and his focused on the man in front of him; staring into his dark brown eyes.
"What's your name?" Cory demanded calmly.
The man's lip trembled, and he felt the answer crawling up his throat. "Jayden," he choked, blinking. Cory was surprised at how easily Jayden took to obeying orders.
"You're not very smart are you Jayden?"
Jayden's nostrils flared, as he struggled internally with his pride. "No," he eventually answered, breathlessly.
Cory beckoned him over, and like an obedient dog, Jayden joined him on the neighbouring seat. Without any words, he slipped a hand inside the jock's jacket and hoody. Jayden flinched for a moment as Cory began to examine the jock's concealed physique--the large jacket hid an equally large, muscular body.
"You work out regularly?" Cory asked as he completed his examination.
"Yeah, most nights," Jayden answered without any struggle.
Cory smiled. "You and me have been good friends for a long time right?"
"Like forever," Jayden replied, with only a momentary frown.
"Yeah, forever. What were your plans for tonight Jayden?"
"Go home, shower, hit up my friends."
"Ok, we can still do that. Where do you live?"
"Not far from Jackson West."
"Huh, you have any trouble there? It's kinda rough in that area."
"I don't get any trouble," Jayden snorted, "I make it."
Cory grinned, "Yeah, I really like you. You're coming home with me for a while, then you can go home and forget all about me right?" Jayden nodded, and just smiled.
On the way back, Cory questioned Jayden even more. He found the jock's mind malleable, and simple to control. He decided to see how far he could be pushed. After a few words, Jayden felt the need to wrap a strong arm around Cory, leaned in and give a sensual kiss.
The train continued; some passengers came and went. Jayden ignored them, he was fixated on Cory.
Jackson West station came and passed, and the jock made no attempt to leave. When they arrived at Cory's stop they both left together, and after a short walk arrived at his apartment.
"Jayden, you trust me, right?"
"Yeah man."
"Good, I want to see what you're packing. Show me."
Jayden didn't flinch at the demand, and removed his jacket, hoodie and t-shirt. Cory could only marvel at the revealed torso.
"Show me your, strength and stamina," Cory ordered. "Give me 100 pushups."
Jayden dropped to the floor, and began his task; ten, twenty, fifty. It wasn't until ninety he began to slow, grunting with determination to complete his orders: ninety-nine, one-hundred. He got to his feet, breathing heavily.
"Turn slowly, I want to look," Cory said admiring Jayden's sweat covered body.
Jayden remained silent.
"You'll work out fine, I think you're just what Wagner is looking for," Cory murmured. "Do you surrender yourself to me?"
Jayden uttered a single word, "Completely."
"Strip!" Jayden followed his orders and removed the remainder of his clothes, as Cory removed his own. "Sit!" Cory growled pointing a seat; the jock complied.
Cory stretched, like an athlete warming up for an event. He continued, exerting himself until sweat began to form. He bent over, from exhaust, gasping and coughing. He grasped both hands pulling own and rolled his shoulders. Cory left out a low growl, and jerked his whole body forward. His back began to deform, expand and reshape. He shrugged a few more times, as the swelling became more prominent. With a final shudder, a new form emerged from within--the body of a teenager. Like a broken puppet, Cory's spent body fell to the floor as strings of flesh and tendons released their hold on the teenager, snapping back to Cory's body.
The teenager stumbled to a chair, his breathing was laboured, but after a few minutes he stood to face Jayden.
"Can't believe they're still looking for me, and cheap fliers? Lost little rich boy? Kidnapped? Hell no, I just needed my freedom." He looked down at the host he'd just vacated, "Thanks Cory, I know you didn't have much choice in the matter, but keep the money and I hope you'll be OK."
Throughout this transformation Jayden watched, but he made no attempt to intervene.
"Jayden, my name is Steve, and you know I'm the one making your decisions?"
Jayden gave a sluggish nod.
"You've seen what I can do, and you understand your purpose?" Steve asked.
"You're get inside me?"
"Not so dumb, and Jayden, do you surrender your body to me?"
"Completely."
Steve grinned, this was going to be a completely new experience for him.
Steve approached Jayden's monstrous back, with both hands he grabbed his narrow waist and ushered him forward on the bench. He joined him from behind hooking his legs either side of the jocks. He started to kneed, and massage Jayden's dark ebony skin. The jock began to moan, deep with lust as Steve began to pull thick strings of dark muscle. The teenager began to baste himself in handfuls of Jayden's torso. Jayden writhed in ecstasy, as Steve continued to bathe in the jock's masculinity.
Within minutes, the last of Steve was disappearing into Jayden. Then all the Jock's moans stopped-abruptly.
Jayden sat upright, his whole torso stiffened. His muscles, tightened, striating his skins surface. For a moment panic, and fear washed across his face. He gasped in a breath, sucked in harder; his chest expanded to the extent of bursting. With a growl he yelled, "Yeeah!"
Jayden's expression returned to something like normal. "Fuck yeah! Jayden my man, I'm going to have so much fun," the new Jayden laughed. "And, now you're smarter as well, with my help."
Picking through the pile of clothes Jayden salvaged his mobile, using all of his acquired knowledge, the puppet-master deep within the jock posed taking a few pictures.
Jayden dressed in the clothes he'd arrived in, and left Cory to recover.
He caught a train back to Jackson West, enjoying the weight of his body, and the way he could dominated others simply by his presence.
Jayden spent sometime showering, familiarising himself with his body.
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The following day, Jayden went to the nightclub and performed for Wagner. He got the job, it was just what they wanted -- the new "Magic".
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