Chapter #3Possess a guy in the hall by: Dokidope   James quickly gathered the chick he was inhabiting belongings and sashed out of the class. Eyes of not only the males but females as well watch with attentiveness. One of the jocks that's been wanting to pound her pussy licks his lips subconsciously. James couldn't help but smirk, knowing all eyes were on him, or rather, her. He was owning this body and loved it. However, James missed one thing as he was now in the hallway, walking to Amy's second class of the day. It was his johnson, his meat, his baby maker, his cock, his dick, and any other word to describe the missing appendage between his legs. James wanted to have a penis again, to be male and ram some cheeks.
He passes through the crowd, eyeing every male for a perfect host. Feelings were stirring down in his panties as he took in different teens and their assets. James lands his host’s eyes on a particularly good-looking jock. He goes through Amy’s memories and figures out the boy’s name is Klark Housman. A German descent teen who was the lead pitcher for the high school’s baseball team, The Wallabies. (Who the fuck name’s an American high school baseball team, The Wallabies!?) James thought to himself as he led Amy’s body to the unsuspecting teen who was now having his head stuck in his locker.
“Hey, Klark, heard you had a game coming up.” James hearing Amy speak his thoughts was still hard to get used to.
Klark sticks his head out of his locker to see who just talked to him. “Hey, Amy, yeah we got a game against, The Blue jays.”
(Damn this guy’s a tall drink of water) James only now sees how tall his soon-to-be-host is. Klark was easily a foot taller than Amy was. “Well… how about a kiss for luck?” James does his best to make Amy look shy. He forces her to have her toes touch while keeping the heel straight along with twisting her index together. Her shy smile with James having to have her look up at the giant was too much for Klark.
“Umm, sure,” Klark slowly moves his head down in an awkward motion, ready to kiss her. James makes Amy lift her face and presses his borrowed lips onto Klark’s. The two’s labia connect allowing James to transfer into Klark’s hulking body. Klark trembles softly as his lips remain locked with Amy’s. James’s spirit passes through Amy’s lips and into Klark’s. The unaware teen’s eyes grow big as feels the force of James’s invading spirit push into his body. Klark’s brain tries sending signals to stop kissing but his body doesn’t respond.
“mmm-MMM!” Klark tries his best to yell but this was the best he could do under the circumstances. The last of James shifts into his large masculine body and begins taking over. Klark stops kissing the now dazed Amy and stumbles away to the bathroom. The hulk of a teen barges through the bathroom door and stumbles awkwardly to the last stall for the most privacy. Klark shoves the stall door open, slamming and locking it behind him. He loses his balance and slams down onto the toilet seat.
“What’s… happ-en-ning to… ME!?” Klark struggles to speak as he feels James makes his way inside him to his head. Klark’s face turns deep red with veins protruding all over his body and head. The teen turns his hand into a fist and slams the stall wall. “Get out,” he mumbles under his breath in desperation, “get… out… of… my—”
Klark’s head snaps upward then slams down into his chest. His head shakes aggressively as he tries to maintain control. Klark’s head snaps sideways then back straight, his eyes go cross while grimacing. Spittle lands on the stall door from Klark’s mouth. He yells loudly in desperation before his eyes roll into his head whilst closing, his head drops. A few more muscle spasms cause Klark’s unconscious body to jolt a bit before finally lying dormant.
Klark lifts his head slowly back up in a more calm fluid motion whilst his eyes open. A smile spreads across the lad’s face. Klark looks down at his hands then his chest of sculpted muscle. He moves his hands under the t-shirt and gropes his meaty pectorals. A coo rises from the horny teen with a tent pitching in his jeans, his cock straining for release.
“Yeah, this is more like it, huh, Klark? Don’t worry, with me in charge, your body is gonna get plenty of action.” Klark says what James was thinking who was now possessing the hunky lead pitcher. James thinks of who to fuck with this god of a body.
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