From years of experience, I have come to the realization that this job requires your full attention. I don't get to go home anymore or even to really be myself. Most days I'm impersonating a target and even when I get a moment to myself I look in the mirror and only see them.
"I'm here." I said into my phone. I looked up at the brick wall and my eyes followed the building all the way up to the top where I could see the clouds quickly floating by. Probably to avoid witnessing whatever was going to happen in this alley in a few moments. Impatiently, I started to tap my foot. I was inside this other kid, almost getting caught when I jumped in. Some son of a rich CEO and I took him to get info. I got quite a bit and a good fucking from his father with a camera cleverly placed on the top shelf of a bookcase with a family photo propped in front.
Transfers like these weren't my favorite, but they were much better than sneaking around and hoping not to get caught until finally struggling to take over an alert youth like the one I was currently inhabiting. Sometimes, however, I do enjoy the struggle. I would inevitably win and then I would be left with a raging hard on to take care of. The bodies I'm tasked with taking over are normally pretty attractive and even when they aren't, the excitement from being inside them feels the same.
A door swung open and I stepped back behind a dumpster to avoid being seen just in case they were some strangers. Fortunately, two men wearing tight shirts, who were probably possessed meat heads, were carrying out a large man who was snoring blissfully as they tossed him onto the dirty pavement.
"This is Frank. He's going to be used as ransom. All you have to do is take him to this address," He scribbled something on a note and handed it to me, "and relax." The man in the suit was my normal contact. Bernard liked to look as formal as possible when it came to transfers and his suit was a wonderful blue windowpane pattern with a bright purple tie.
"Really?" I was a little astonished that they would be giving me such a good body and only to relax in it. Something I had been craving for weeks now.
"We don't know how long it's going to take, but we need to make sure he is safe and out of harms way until we give him back to the party of interest. It's a good thing we trained you well." He winked. He knew I had been looking for a vacation and without saying it, he was the one responsible for getting me this sweet gig.
I shrugged and then jumped out of the CEO's son, letting him fall into the arms of the two men who would return him to safety. The man on the ground was massive, arms bulging and stretching the fabric of his jacket. I unzipped it a little and I could see the thick pecs which this gentleman had worked very hard for. I winked at Bernard who turned to join the other two in retrieving the body I was just in and I laid down on top of the muscled hunk and let myself sink. I had gotten good at this part, barely taking more than thirty seconds to adjust myself underneath the mass of muscle. If he were alert, I think it would have been fun to see him struggle. He'd probably rip of his jacket just to see me sliding around inside of his body as his skin bulged and lumps traveled until I was neatly inside of him and under control.
"Damn he feels good." I jumped to my feet and dusted off what I could see, flexing my arms and feeling the strength this guy had. If someone were to come after him, I definitely wouldn't need to worry about brute force.
"I'm glad you like it." Bernard had turned back around and the two men were loading the body into a car which had been parked inside of the alleyway perpendicular to this one. I shifted in my pants, feeling the hard on coming as blood rushed to my cock. I could tell it was huge.
I was still sporting a boner when I pulled out a key to unlock the safe house door and as I stepped through the doorway and latched the lock, I was already unbuttoning my pants. The sofa cushions were surprisingly comfortable and the cushions were soft on my now bare back. With one hand exploring this massive torso and the other massing his thick cock, I was beginning to arch my back on the sofa as moans left my mouth. It felt so amazing climaxing in a new body for the first time. My toes curled, my skin was crawling, and as my ball churned I came rockets in front of me letting out a roar.
"Fuck yeah." I relaxed on the sofa slightly massaging my pecs and then I looked out the window. It was a nice evening and it would be even better using this new body for some fun. What could a trip to the closest bar do?
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