Years ago when Jonny accidentally discovered the powers of body snatching in his chemistry class, he was the first person to do so - albeit through the haphazard combination of chemicals and science experiment gone wrong. Yet he would not be the last.
Shady chemists and backstreet dealers were working independently of each other to come up with a drug with similar effects. Rumors swirled, and no one was sure if it was even possible. There were scant hearsay accounts of well-to-do people acting strangely and pawning off their assets inexplicably, with the resulting cash never to be found. But this was far from the norm, and most eventually gave up on creating what would be the ultimate tool in a criminal's arsenal. Some, though, did not give up.
***
It was a cool, breezy evening as Pedro stepped out onto the sidewalk from his apartment building. The tall, gangly Latino was 25 years old, but his rough and haggard appearance certainly didn't make him look any younger. Dressed in a worn tank top and loose jeans, Pedro certainly didn't come outside to impress anyone. He was waiting to be picked up.
He didn't have to wait too long, as a gray Honda pulled up to Pedro's sidewalk, quickly coming to a halt. Pedro swiftly ducked into the back seat.
"You're on time for once." A baritone voice came from the driver's seat. Mike turned to address his new passenger with wry grin. In contrast to Pedro's skinny physique, Mike was a particularly full-bodied black man with a dry sense of humor.
"Hey! Let's keep it going, it's almost sundown." Barked the white guy in the front passenger seat. Harry was the third member of these unsavory musketeers, with a body type somewhere in between the other two, but closer to Pedro's.
"Chill." Mike said dismissively, bringing his eyes back to the road. "We're good on time." When these three got together, they were certainly up to no good - but tonight would be different.
"Mind telling me why you want to hit this place up last-minute?" Pedro asked, annoyed. Mike was usually a good planner, so to receive a text about "work" from him on such short notice was unusual.
"Magic Mike here got us a new toy to play with." Harry said. Mike rolled his eyes at the well-worn joke. To answer Pedro's confused glare, Harry pulled out three small plastic bags, each no bigger than a few inches. They had an orange and crimson colored powder inside of them.
"Not cool." Pedro replied, sighing as he leaned back into his seat. "I am not snorting that fucking sawdust-chili powder you got."
"That there's body snatching dust." Mike answered. "Got some premium cuts from my usual four-eyes hookup." This caught Pedro's attention.
"Yeah right!" Pedro said. "And last time it was some Colombian bullshit, man. Get real."
"Oh, no no no, Pedro..." Harry grinned, jittering with excitement. "Mike's guy is good. This is definitely the real shit."
"You fuckers get high without me?" Pedro snapped back, still apprehensive.
Predictably, Harry and Pedro bickered for the next several minutes as Mike annoyedly tolerated their arguing. He steered the car towards the nicer part of town, into a suburb that was lax with security. Mike made sure to pick a time & day where there wouldn't be many to witness their upcoming heist. Soon his two friends noticed where they were heading, and Mike began to explain.
"There's this investment firm jackass I've been hearing a lot of gossip about." Mike said. "Not a head or anything, but he makes some nice cash regardless. Fucker doesn't put any of that towards home security though, so we're breaking in tonight."
"What the fuck's your plan-"
"The plan, Pedro," Mike continued unfettered. "Is those little bags Harry's got his hands on. One for each of us."
"That shit's REAL, bro?" Pedro spoke, finally beginning to believe his comrades. "No fucking way. All of our fucking organs combined wouldn't be enough to buy that body snatcher shit."
"I went with Mike to pick it up, dickhead." Harry said. "That four-eyes chemistry nerd ain't a fuckin' liar, man. We gotta pay, yeah, but we don't gotta give him cash. We pay this guy by proving that it works. Wants some video footage n' shit."
"We're each going to take a bag of this snatcher dust, give it a good sniff, and possess someone in the house." Mike parked the Honda on the curb near the target house's driveway. "Works for a couple of hours before we get drawn back to our own bodies. Then we're gonna steal all the shit that ain't bolted down, load it into my car, and bail out as ourselves. This jackass has a wife and a daughter, so there's a host for each of us."
"Yo, slow down, I don't... I, uh..." Pedro tried to interrupt. His heart was racing - no way he was getting punked *this* bad.
"You don't believe me huh?" Mike responded. "You'll see soon." To Pedro's horror and Harry's excitement, Mike delicately sprinkled out a bag of the dust on the car's central console, emptying it quickly. As he leaned in forward to snort it all in one go, he had just enough time to get himself sitting upright before his body swiftly went limp.
***
Inside, a tan high school aged girl was finishing off some homework on her recently-purchased Macbook. Nicole was a popular girl - her detractors preferred to call her a rich bitch. She was certainly unafraid to flaunt her luxuries and fashion, recently having dyed her brunette hair black. Her designer wardrobe was on hold though, as Nicole had already exercised and showered and was certainly in for the night. She was currently clad in an old cross-country t-shirt and sweatpants, her fingernails and toenails both freshly painted hot pink. But even in this casual wear her figure was apparent. Nicole was especially well-endowed for her age, already eclipsing her mom. Her massive rack certainly helped her get interviews as part of the school's journalism club, and she was plenty aware of the effect she had on boys and men alike.
"Nikki! Dinner's almost ready!" Her mother called to Nicole's bedroom from downstairs. Helen obviously had a familial resemblance to her daughter, although her hair was its natural brunette color and she wasn't tanned like Nicole either. Many men predictably saw her as a MILF regardless, her husband feeling quite blessed to have married someone with her busty figure. Although that had faded over the long years of motherhood, Helen was plenty attractive for her age. She had a nice taco arrangement set up with toppings and condiments on the table, and was nearly done cooking the meat.
"Coming Mom!" Nicole replied, closing her laptop. The FaceTime with her boyfriend would have to wait until after dinner. Nicole's father was gone tonight, off on a business trip a few cities over. That gave the ladies a chance to eat something a bit more casual than the meals usually requested by the man of the household.
Nicole bounded down the stairs... before stopping at the bottom with a strange chill. Looking around to see if any windows were open, Nicole suddenly let out a shrill gasp. Something was entering her body, and she was wracked with a searing pain. But as she hunched over, she lacked the air to scream out. A small trickle of blood ran down her nose as her vision faded to black...
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...as Mike had successfully body snatched Nicole in her own home. The drug worked! He righted himself, wiping the blood from his nose on Nicole's shirt sleeve, before looking down at the big ol' titties distending his t-shirt.
"Shiiiiiiiit..." Mike mumbled, Nicole's voice hitting the lower part of her range. With the lights on inside and the sun setting outside, he caught a reflection of himself in one of the front windows. He saw Nicole looking back at him, her pretty eyes twinkling with criminal mischief. Of course, he knew his victim's name now as well, plus several other facts at the forefront of her mind. Although he drug didn't convey potent memory abilities, it gave its users enough to work off of. And Nicole's father was out of town, so Mike and the boys could save a bag of dust for the future, too!
Taking a quick grope of his youthful ass, he opened the house's front door, frantically waving at Pedro and Harry who were parked outside to signal them.
To Mike's chagrin, those idiots left the car and began approaching the doorstep.
"No, you shitheads!" 'Nicole' hissed, the profanity odd with her voice and eliciting an unsure grin from the other robbers. "Use the fucking dust! This fucker's neighbors are gonna see you!"
"Mike, is that really you?!?" Pedro whispered, stepping into the doorway, out of sight from the street.
"It's really him." Harry licked his lips, before suddenly grabbing Nicole's ponytail and sloppily locking lips with her. Pedro was astonished as the teenager responded enthusiastically, Harry grabbing her delicate hips as they swapped spit.
"Mmmmgh..." Mike grimaced as he soon pulled away. "Not sure how to feel about that yet, chief."
"Shoulda let me grab the hottie." Harry was unapologetic. A voice came from inside, from the kitchen, as the smells of food wafted towards the entryway.
"Nicole? Are you alright?" Helen called, out of sight. "Is someone at the door?"
"There's another hottie for us here." Nicole snickered, clearly displaying her possessor's mannerisms. "You got the dust?" Harry nodded eagerly, and Pedro followed along. Nicole lifted up her shirt, and the boys' jaws dropped as they saw the twin cannons on her frame.
"Ever done a line off a chick's rack before?" Nicole smiled, asking with a giddy, sing-song voice.
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