Productive Takeover Part 04

Brandon was feeling a bit awkward as he woke up the next day. Apparently having sex with a ghost could really take it out of you. But he felt a bit awkward too. Mostly because he hadn’t ever told anyone that he was gay. And now he’d just had only what he could describe as sex with a non corporal being. 

“Mornin,” Chad noticed that Brandon had woken up. 

“Morning…” Brandon replied. He pulled the covers over his body a bit tighter. 

Chad rolled his eyes. “Don’t go getting embarrassed on me now,” he scolded.

“What would I be embarrassed about?”

“What would you be embarrassed about?” Chad held up a finger and twirled it around. “C’mon. It’s not that bad. I’m not going to treat you any different. Promise.” Brandon only partially came out of his shell. “Besides, you can’t get with Mark if you stay in bed all day…”

It still took Brandon a little while to weigh his options. “Fine…” he trudged out of bed. “Still tired though…”

“You’ll get used to it,” Chad smirked. Right now Brandon was just in his underwear. “You been working out?” he asked. There were faint definitions of muscles lining his arms and even his chest. Abs could be seen ever so slightly from his stomach.

“No? Why does everyone keep asking me that?” 

“Cause it looks like it,” Chad pushed him over to the mirror.

“Shit!” Brandon jumped back at seeing his own reflection. He barely looked the same from the last time he’d really looked. He’d been so lost in trying to join that frat and then meeting Chad he hadn’t had a proper look at himself since they met. But there it was, a dose of muscle on top of what used to be a very scrawny frame. Sure, he wasn’t a bodybuilder, but he did at least look like he could join a team. More of a local sports team than the college one.

“Maybe I’m starting to rub off on you,” Chad elbowed the other guy in the side.

“Maybe…” Brandon flexed his arm up seeing the small bump. It wasn’t much, just more than he’d ever had before. However, it did distract him enough not to notice the sexual innuendo Chad had just thrown at him.

Chad could tell. The guy had obviously never worked out before. “You wanna test it out?” he asked. 

“Test it out?” Brandon looked nervous again. “Like at a gym?”

“Where else?” Chad laughed. “C’mon, you can’t be scared forever. And Hell, if I keep taking you over you might get even bigger.”

“Ok,” Brandon breathed. Apparently some of Chad’s confidence had started to rub off onto him as well. Even though he was obviously a bit nervous, Brandon looked like he was ready to work out. He carried a brave face all the way to the locker room. Once he stepped inside the smell of the sweat and musk from the other guys hit him in the face. He recoiled and lost all that confidence. “Bad idea. Bad idea,” he repeated as he turned around.

“No way,” Chad flew in front of him, trying to block his way. 

Brandon paused and then tried to walk through again. “No it was dumb. I shouldn’t have come here.”

“What if I help?” Chad asked.

“I don’t want to be possessed right now,” Brandon hissed back. “Besides, it’d be you working out, not me.”

“Hmmm…” Chad thought about it for a few seconds and a devious smile filled his face. “Be right back,” he flew over Brandon causing him to turn around.

“Brandon?” Mark asked. He was holding his shaker bottle with pre workout in it, shaking it up.

“Mark…” Brandon felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. Where had Brad gone? And now he was supposed to create small talk with Mark? “How’s it going?” he fought through his discomfort and tried to sound interested in the large burly football player. He obviously was, but had a habit of running off whenever he’d gotten too close.

“Pretty good. Just getting ready for a work out. You coming in too?” he asked. There was a cute smile on his face as said it. 

“Yeah,” Brandon said. His hand went behind his neck, massaging it lightly. “Never really been before. Just a bit nervous.” 

“Nothin to worry about big guy,” Mark pat him on the back. He went back to shaking his shaker bottle, then pointed a thumb against his thick chest. “If you have any problems just point them to me.”

“Yeah?” Brandon felt a bit star struck. It was such a stupid joke but having someone so big, so something a bit corny, really made him feel good. “I mean right,” he suddenly felt stupid again and pretended to be a bit more distant. “I will.”

“Good,” he had a cute smile. Mark popped the cap off his bottle and started drinking his pre workout while he walked into the locker room. Brandon followed closely behind. However, suddenly Mark stopped once he got in there. Something seemed wrong. He pulled the shaker bottle away from his face and I could see the back of Chad’s incorporeal body squeezing down into Mark’s mouth.

Chad wiggled and squirmed his way deeper and deeper into Mark. Mark had pulled the shaker bottle away from his face as he felt the foriegn object rushing down into his stomach. He could feel the other man worming his way down his esphogus and into his stomach. Fear was plastered over his face as Chad’s body forced his mouth open and kept digging deeper into him.

Mark tried to grab the end. Tried to yank it out, but by the time he’d realized what was even going on, Chad had already made it down into his gullet and was slowly starting to take over. Mark felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He staggered deeper into the locker room.

“Mark?”

The football player knocked into some lockers as he felt Chad’s ghostly form start to take over his body. His arms moved on their own. The bulk on top of them quickly started to disappear. “What the…?” he looked around a bit more seeing his hefty frame tone up. The descent layer of fat covering his body was shrinking down to almost nothing. He could see the definition of each muscle.

Mark’s belly tightened up and six bumps appeared in its place. He ran his hand over them, feeling each one. “Hey there sexy,” he reached over and grabbed Brandon’s much smaller body.

“Mark?” Brandon questioned again as he was being felt up by his massive hands. The rounded nature of his face started to square out as he pulled Brandon in for a kiss. He couldn’t stop himself as he gave into his more carnal desires. The feeling of the little guy in his grasp was too much. 

“Uh-huh…” Mark moaned as he fell more into his lust. Chad was inside him trying to take some kind of control but Mark hadn’t given up yet. He piloted the body in the half conscious state, taking in the memory of what had happened between Chad and Brandon the night before. The thoughts felt so real to him. He wanted to reenact them. So many times he’d thought about doing something similar and right now.

Brandon felt Mark’s dick hard against his leg. “Ma-Mark?” he felt his body lifted up and taken over to the showers. 

“It’s alright,” he nuzzled against Brandon’s neck, kissing it. “It’ll be alright…”

Brandon felt his body pushed against the ceramic shower wall. He caught himself before his face hit it. His shorts dropped around his legs. Suddenly he was naked in the locker room. Before he was so nervous, not he almost felt good. The lust was starting to overtake him as the fantasy grew to more of a reality. 

All the while Chad was losing whatever grip on Mark he’d had. The big guy wasn’t easy to control and with just how horny he was, Chad was getting shoved out. He could feel his body start to fill into Mark’s balls. Fighting back seemed to be impossible as more and more of him fell inside.

Mark pressed his hard cock against Brandon’s ass. He slowly pushed it in. brandon’s body let out a moan as he fell against the wall in front of him. The sensation was too much. His body gave out and he could barely support himself. Each additional inch only caused him to writhe and grip at the flat surface in front of him for some kind of support, but there was nothing to grab onto. 

His thrusts were slow and controlled but started to pick up a bit more speed. Each one, sent Brandon over. He could barely contain himself as he sprayed the wall in front of him. His body had given out and let go too quickly. He felt himself go limp as Mark continued to please himself. The large athletic jock didn’t last much longer as he sprayed Chad into Brandon’s asshole.

The tiredness of Brandon made it far easier for Chad to take control. He could feel the little guy’s muscles start to grow more and more as more of him was pushed out of Mark and into Brandon. The smaller lithe muscles on his body started to bulk up with all kinds of size and strength. Chad could feel his consciousness taking over as Brandon drifted off.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Chad growled in excitement as he felt even closer to his origional form. 

Mark slowly started to come to. The wave of lust was finally going away. “Oh shit… Sorry,” he backed up and pulled up his shorts. “I don’t know what came over me Brandon. I’m so sorry!”

“Brandon?” Chad stood up and looked the other guy in the eyes. “You off in dreamland or something?”

Now Mark was even more confused. “Where’s Brandon?”

“Dunno?” Chad smirked. “Been here the whole time.” 

“Uhhh… Right…” Mark muttered. His head was still spinning a little bit. He looked down at his body seeing the bulk start to return. He ran his hands over were the abs had been and only felt the one round hairy bump. “Did something… Nevermind… Wait. Why are you here?”

Chad didn’t expect the question. “Just wanted to check out the old gym. Something wrong with that?”

“Sort of. You’re supposed to be a student.”

“Well, I was one,” that was the first time he hadn’t lied. “How about we just keep it a little secret. Just between us.” Mark didn’t look impressed. “I’ll just take Brandon’s spot today and then we can work out. You want to be with someone who can keep up right?”

Mark softened his stern expression. “Sure,” he shook his head.