"Got you." I say to the back of my victim as I float around the celebrities and guests.
I just recently stumbled upon a rather interesting shop. A small little boutique positioned in a thin alleyway. The stench would be enough to keep people away, but when you get beyond the smell, you suddenly find yourself standing in front of a one-story variety retailer. Now, I say 'variety' for a specific reason. The shelves are lined with regular items such as snow globes and wooden boxes with cheap locks, but this shop is not what it seems. The owner, who seemed to be a little young, assists you with finding whatever you need. Your 'deepest need', he would say, and he was right. He offered me a spell to chant with a ritual and all I had to do was give him whatever was in my wallet. $20 for a life changing poem.
"So how are you feeling this evening?" An interviewer with a bad haircut is holding a microphone while a man with a camera lurks behind her. The woman is talking to my target: Taron Egerton.
"I am feeling - " He stops talking for a moment, his face frozen in shock as he stares at the interviewer. My hand, now completely inserted in his back, caused him to stare the way he did. On my end, it actually felt really good. I could feel everything he was feeling, all the good stuff at least. A bright light blue light swirls around my hand as I move is up his back, over his shoulder and into his arm. I can feel my hand the moment it slips into his and I flex my fingers into a fist. Without warning, I shove my head into his back, causing his whole body to tense. I could feel his abs tighten underneath his white button up shirt that fit in all the right places and his ass as the cheeks tensed. He gasped as I slid up, squeezing through his neck and into his head. In an instant, I could see through him with complete clarity.
The interviewer was in a state of shock as she held the microphone in front of my new face. I quickly slid the rest of my body inside of his, and immediately felt his cock harden as ours combined. It felt so good that I let out a slight gasp, feeling the fabric against the inside of my tight underwear.
"Are you okay?" The interviewer asks.
"I need to go." I say, holding back a smile as I try to hide my bulge on the way to the bathroom. I slipped passed a few groups of people, catching the attention of only some before hiding in a stall. I quickly unbuckled and pushed my pants down, viewing the hard on. Slowly, I grasped it, shivering as it sent chills up my spine. I ignored the people entering the bathroom and maintained a slight level of secrecy as I jerked my new body off. The sensations torpedoing through my body cause me to grab the stall walls and arch my back. I can reach through the buttons of my shirt and feel the taut muscles underneath as my cock pulsates in my hand. With each pump, I get closer to the edge until I can no longer control myself. I roar in the bathroom stall as I watch my powerful cock spew onto the door and massage my balls as the last of my new sweet juices drip out of me.
I clean myself up and exit the stall, looking at myself in the mirror. I pull back my jacket and give my pecs a quick flex. The last thing I do before leaving the bathroom in my new body is wink at the guest standing in front of the sink with his mouth gaping.
Those visuals are amazing. I'd like to know what prompted those reactions in real life.