This choice: Jack Lindsey, a Local Jock who Had Been Messing Around Amy • Go Back...Chapter #4Mr. Hanson decides to Possess Jack by: Unknown Jack Lindsey, athletic, short black hair and a loudmouth. He played football, liked to drink, and never seemed to shut up. You hoped Amy would hang around the other girls instead, or at least Matt, but it had to be Jack. That jock was no good and he would make Amy lie to you and break your rules. She once faked going to the museum with Brittany and Victoria, just to go on a date with Jack. That meathead just kept being a thorn in your flesh. Maybe it was time you went inside his flesh...
Because of Amy's misconduct, you knew where Jack lived. You flew to his house and floated upstairs to his room. Jack was doing his workout with only his red boxers on. Such a petty display of indecency had to be expected from a boy like him. You did not like the idea of being inside his perverted body, but you had to if you wanted to split Amy and him.
Your eyes closed and you charged your ghostly form forward. Soon, you hit Jack in the back and phased inside his body. The jock dropped his weights and flinched.
"Wh- what's goin' on?!" asked Jack as he cringed. "ARGH! I- I..."
Jack took a deep breath and his eyes flashed with the same color as your pendant. His head lolled to the side and he passed out. A buzzing was messing with your senses, so you groaned. However, a boyish yet suave voice greeted your ears.
You looked around you and realized you were inside Jack's room and on his bed. A mirror was in front of you and Jake's reflection was right here. You raised your left hand, and Jake did the same.
"This is amazing," you said with Jake's voice.
You approached the mirror and checked your new body. Your body was now that of a young man. You grimaced at the amount of sweat all over you. A musk of Axe, beer, and sweat emanated out of your skin. This was so disorientating to you. Carl Hanson was a slim and clean man. Jack Lindsey was a toned and dirty creature. Your height was rather high, so being in Jack's slightly smaller body was like being locked in a tight cage of muscles filled with hormones and perverted thoughts.
Jack's subconscious was already playing all the naughty fantasies he ever had.
"Carl, get a hold of yourself!" you shouted with a primal tone.
Your manhood was getting hard while the rest of your body boiled. Being in control of this sex beast was intoxicating. No wonder Jack was working out, playing, and having sex all the time. His body was flooded with an intense and wild vivacity. You looked at your borrowed body and smirked. The achievement of taming an animal like Jack felt empowering. You flexed your lean yet sturdy arms while your fit pecs and abs glistened with sweat. When you were 19, you were more of a nerd, so you could never date guys like Jack.
"Fuck. This meathead is givin' me these thoughts again."
Swearing was not one of your habits, but it felt natural with Jack. Swearing, drinking, and fucking. Jack was so handsome and horny. You could not think straight anymore. You had to find a way to cool yourself down.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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