“Hey Danny!” Dash waves with a smile.
Danny reciprocates, smiling at the blonde jock. He must missed the news.
A Dash runs over, panting. Danny winced a little, out of reflex. They were by no means friends, but they were a long ways away from the days Dash would torment him, making his human life miserable. Still, old habits die hard. He sighed wistfully as he thought about those days. Life was simple then.
Danny eyed the sweaty jock, looking at his skin glistening with perspiration and pink no doubt from hours of practice. Dash represented everything Danny couldn’t have. A boy, a normal life. He watched him quietly as a nervous Dash began talking praises about how cool he looked fighting some ghost Danny had already forgotten about. Being a hero was hard work, and this city was a prison.
“Dash you’ve got a great body.”
“Hehe, thanks! You know we got that big game coming up-“ Danny smiled again. He was perfect. A perfect life where the biggest worry on his mind is just some stupid football game.
“Yeah Dash, *we * do have that big game…”
“Err…. yeah, that’s what I said”
“We gotta get big and strong don’t we.” Danny began running his hands all over Dash’s body, feeling every future muscle he would have. “We gotta worry about that game, don’t we…” stated Danny, practically drooling. “Bet we could get some hot chicks after we win it for Casper High… Bet it’ll feel real nice jamming your thick dick inside Paulina, wouldn’t it?”
Like a cat toying with his prey, he allowed Dash to process what he had just said. “Hey, look Fenton, you’re cool and all but I can’t-“
Dash shrieked as he felt Danny’s arm slip inside his. He lifted his new bicep up for both of them to see. Veins popped as he began flexing the arm of his future body. They were powerful, not in a way he was used to like he was when he fought ghosts, though. This was earned, hard-fought, human power.
Danny sucked more of himself inside Dash, till only his head remained. Dash was incoherently struggling. He took a whiff of the fear in his old tormentor. No wonder he liked beating kids up. It could be from the body he now had, coursing in Dash’s raw aggression, or it could be the feeling of a final payback for all those years of bullying but this felt amazing. This was pure thrill.
Dash began whimpering “Please… please don’t.” Danny laughed one last time before completing his journey to a normal life. “I think you can feel it too, don’t you? This is a one way ticket to my new life as Dash Baxter.” He licked Dash’s tear. Salty and sweet from revenge. “Thank you for everything!” Danny made sure to slip his head inside slowly, relishing in feeling Dash’s struggle, fear and grim acceptance as he felt his psyche encapsulated by Danny’s own.
Danny sighed dreamily. He felt the body he overshadowed putting up a slight resistance. He slapped his new muscular chest. Hard. It stung. but it felt good wielding Dash’s body as his own. “Cmon, be a good sport, I’m your hero aren’t I? You should be happy I found you good enough to be my new skin.” Looks like it’s going to take a while before he has full control of his new jock body. He sticks his new hand into Dash gym shorts unceremoniously. Dash’s body grunts as Danny feels the new piece they now shared. “Yeah, this’ll do… thanks Dash!” he chuckles.
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