Seanday Reloaded: Restroom Surprise

I burst into the restroom and did a quick recon of the area, I knew the CIA would be close behind me but they’d never caught me yet. I looked in the mirror, nobody expected a seventy year old to carry out the assassination, it was a perfect disguise but it was something I hated being only thirty myself. I jumped when I heard a voice call out, I’d been careless. “I’ll be out in a moment,” came a call from one of the cubicle. I spun around and saw a young guy looking over his shoulder smiling, I licked my dry tongue over my lips. “Perfect,” I whispered under my breath.

As he returned to his piss, I bundled into the cubicle taking him by surprise. I wrapped an arm around his neck, using my own strength I choked him into unconsciousness, and I grunted as I lifted him onto the seat of the john. I closed and locked the door; cramped space but there was no time to complain. I removed the old sweatpants and t-shirt and with a groan I stepped out of the old man who crumpled to the ground. I looked down in disgust at the man, he smelt and itched all the time I was in him I hated it.
I looked at the unconscious teenager; a much better disguise I thought to myself. I unbuttoned his shirt—it was tight across his chest—as I pulled the shirt over his shoulders I grinned as the kid’s pecs grew in front of my eyes as I pulled his shoulders back. I pulled off his trainers and socks, which where a little damp to the touch. I unbuckled his belt—he’d already unbuttoned his flies. Reaching down a musty odour filled my airways—it had been a hot day—as I eased his jeans and underwear over his butt cheeks and down his legs.

He was a perfect specimen, tight and muscular even when he was relaxed; he’d spent a lot of time in the gym. I let his arms drop to his side, and I pushed his head back so it rested on the wall. Turning I sat gently on his lap, grasping both my own dick and his in my hand I slow jerked as I wriggled, within seconds my dick had merged into his as had my lower body was now inside his; I touched my new dick and shivered.

I reached behind, and felt for his pecs. With a grunt I pushed my right hand into his torso, I reached with my left and found a soft spot and pushed my other hand inside. He was shorter than me, but that helped throwing the CIA off my scent. It was like pulling on a wetsuit that was too small, I wriggled and squeezed into his upper body pushing my hands down into thick sleeve like arms. Now able to use his own hands I pulled at his shoulders and finally got them over my own, I stood up and wobbled a bit as I bent, twisted and flexed like a surfer settling a wetsuit. Thud! I cursed as the teenagers head hit the back of mine as I bent over.

My disguise was almost complete, the kid’s head held all the information I needed to complete the illusion. I reached back and grabbed it, closing my eyes I pulled it forward and my head sunk into his. I blinked, my new name is; Bradley Dale Jackson, nineteen years old. I grinned, not mine but his—everything he was available to me.

I picked up his underwear, and stepped into them; struggling with a ten inch hard on—a side effect of possession like this. I pulled on his socks, my dick still poking up from the underwear waistband. I pulled on his jeans and with a grunt pushed his engorged dick down one of the legs, I buttoned up the flies and snapped the belt into place. Next the shirt, oh just a little small—I now knew he always bought a size too small. I swept it over my shoulders and slipped my arms into the sleeves, I started to do up the shirt, the seams tightened as struggled a little with the buttons.

I unlocked the door, and stepped over the old guy before closing the door again. I pulled out Bradley’s iPhone and slipped an earbud in my ear and dialled my contacts number. “Yeah, its me. I assume you’ve seen the news? Good. Can you deposit the remaining twelve million into the account as discussed? Excellent doing business with you sir. Me?” I looked in the mirror turning my face from left to right studying the teenagers features. “I’m taking a holiday, dropping off the radar, catching up on some studies,” I chuckled and then hung up.

Outside was a temporary life I was about to adopt, Bradley played the field—I stroked the hard on still disfiguring my jeans.