Productive Takeover Part 02

Brandon couldn’t believe he actually had Chad Castleberry following him around. It was so weird watching his ghostly form fly through walls and even weirder watching him check out all the guys. But for some reason he wouldn’t wander much more than 10 to 15 feet away from Brandon’s body. Almost like something was holding him in place. “So what do I need to do to be cool at the party this weekend?” Brandon asked. 

They’d been alone in his dorm room for a bit and he was starting to get anxious again. The fact that he was being invited was still so surprising. He was a bit worried that it had actually still been a joke but was going to take it seriously until proven otherwise. 

“Don’t know,” Chad shrugged. “Just drink a little. Relax. Have fun. Don’t get caught up in drama and know when it’s better to leave than stick around.”

“Yeah? That sounds like terrible advice…”

“You know anything better? You’re going somewhere you’ve never been before. You might want to take the advice. Or just not go at all…”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “It’s going to be good. I know it…”

“God damn you’re such a loser. Just don’t get too drunk alright? That’s what’ll really kill it for you.” He paused and thought about it a bit more. “You ever been drunk before?”

It took Brandon a moment to answer. Part of him wanted to lie, but it would have been pointless. “No…” he finally admitted.

“Shit! Really?”

“Yes really!” Brandon blushed a bit thinking about how other guys his age had gotten drunk several times. However, he wasn’t ever invited to those kinds of parties. It just wasn’t his friend group. 

“Dude… Weird…”

“It’s not weird! Lots of people don’t get drunk before they’re 19,” he tried to defend himself. 

Chad shrugged again. “I guess. But still… You’re not going to be ready…”

“Whatever,” Brandon tried to ignore the warning. Though it did keep running through his head. He’d never touched the stuff before. Maybe a sip of beer when he was younger but nothing that would make him actually be drunk. He leaned back in his chair and let out a large yawn. Even if it wasn’t that late yet, a nervousness about this coming weekend started to fill his mind. It made his heart pump faster and his body need more oxygen. 

A wicked grin crossed Chad’s mouth as he finally saw his chance. He dove head first into Brandon’s mouth. It was just a bit easier as he dove deeper and deeper inside. Brandon struggled again, choking on the ghost’s essence. He tried to grip at his long spindly tail but by the time he reached for it Chad was down in his stomach. He could feel the being spinning around and absorbing into his body.

Nausea filled his mind and he leaned on his desk for a bit of support. Just like last time his body started to grow. His shoulders widened and two thick pecs grew out in front of him. Each new pulse of his heart added just a bit more muscle and size to Brandon’s frame. Brandon’s hands gripped his desk and squeezed as he felt the growth filling his entire body. All the way through his legs and down to his feet. 

“Damn…” Chad groaned as he took over completely from Brandon. “Don’t know if I’m going to get used to that…” he stood up and saw the mirror attached to the back of Brandon’s door. “Gotta get me some clothes that fit too.” The medium sized shirt that was almost big on Brandon squeezed tightly against his frame. He looked through Brandon’s closet tossing clothes to the side. 

Obviously everything was going to be a bit too small for him, but he’d have to find a way to make it work. He finally settled on a black t shirt and some jeans that Brandon hadn’t washed yet. The week of wearing them seemed to have stretched them out a bit to fit over his more muscular legs. They would just ride up a little bit whenever he sat down. “It’ll have to do…” he groaned. “You hear that? You better get me some clothes that fit!” 

Inside his body he felt something try to punch him. “Well you can’t say I don’t make this still look sexy,” he smiled. The black shirt seemed to show off his pecs all the better and it’s tightness around his waist just drew the eyes attention to his dick. All the while the tight jeans hugged his perfectly round ass and thighs. “Then again I make just about anything look sexy.” 

Chad took his leave from the room and headed out for the night. He knew of a gay bar just a far enough from the school that most people didn’t go to but close enough to where he could walk. There was no way he was going to keep himself cooped up in some room all night just cause Brandon wanted to study. And it being Tuesday meant that there wasn’t going to be a security guard to check his ID. 

When he was Chad Castleberry he’d gone to this bar a few times. It was always hard to enjoy it. He felt like he had to constantly look over his shoulder and watch to see if anyone from his school showed up. Or see if anyone would recognize him. All the while still trying to find someone to hook up with. His brooding uncomfortable demeanor was enough to scare anyone away.

Now it was all different. Technically he wasn’t Chad Castleberry, star football athlete anymore. He was just some guy looking for another male companion. This was the first time seeing the neon lights of the bar actually made him smile. Without an ID he walked into the bar and looked around. It hadn’t changed a bit. Maybe a bit dustier but the cheap 70’s aesthetic was still the same.

Random colors were painted against the walls with neon lights spread out randomly. Being a weekend night, there rarely was many people there. Let alone people his age. But sitting at the bar was a lonely looking guy nursing what Chad assumed was a rum and coke. “Mind if I sit here?” he asked as he plopped down onto the barstool next to the guy. It was odd seeing someone like him be all alone. His tall huskier appearance should have been incredibly popular with the guys there. He looked strong but maybe the uncertain look in his eyes made him a bit more standoffish. And no one wanted to be teased through the night only to go home empty handed.

“No,” the guy looked up. He squinted ever so slightly at Chad then went back to his drink.

“Like what you see?” Chad put more of his weight against bar, almost to show off. “Or would you like to see more?”

The guy huffed a bit while he was taking a drink of his drink. “Sorry, you just kind of look like a guy I used to know.”

“Maybe I’m a guy you’ll get to know,” Chad flirted back. “I can let you know me inside and out.” His hand found its way onto the guy’s meaty arm. Chad leaned a bit more of his weight against him. The guy pulled the drink to his mouth again. Finished it off and ordered another one. “What? Not your type?”

“I wouldn’t say that…” the guy responded. The bartended grabbed his drink and placed it in front of him. He looked up and down Chad. Then gave a quick nod and walked away. He could tell Chad wasn’t 21 but if he was going to engage the lonely guy at the bar at least he could do is not say anything. 

“Hmmm…” Chad leaned in and finally got a pretty good look at his face. The guy looked a bit familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. “Hey. You go to Timberland College?” he finally asked.

The guy paused. His eyes shot open. He stared at everything and nothing all at once. “Y-yes?” he didn’t look over. “What’s it to you?” 

Chad realized what he’d just done. “Oh nothing. It’s just in the area. I got this loser of a friend who goes there and just got accepted to be able to go to a frat party. Just figured you might know him.” 

“Maybe?”

“Well he’s a little dorky guy named Brandon. If you see him around, just make sure he doesn’t make an ass of himself. He’s a bit of a weirdo sometimes,” Chad answered. He kept a friendly non-confrontational smile on as he said it. “But enough about him. I want to know more about you.”

“Oh? That’s quite the way to change the subject,” the guy answered. “How much do you need to know?”

“Well…” Chad leaned into the guy’s ear. “Let’s go somewhere a bit more private…” His finger touched the side of his face, pushing ever so slightly towards the direction of the bathroom. “What do you say,” he whispered. Chad got up from his barstool and let his fingers drift across the other man’s wide back. There was a bit of a strut in his step as he walked to the bathroom.

The guy put down his drink then followed. It wasn’t long before they were in each other’s clutches. Their strong muscular bodies were holding each other tightly. Their lips locked and tongues wrestled for what felt like hours. All the while feeling up the other’s body. Eventually Chad found his being turned around and pushed against the bathroom door. His pants had been pushed down around his ankles and his ass fully exposed.

“I thought I wasn’t you’re type,” he mocked. 

“Never said that,” the other guy’s massive hand pushed him against the door even harder. There was a bit of a thump but the loud music on the other side of the door would have made it impossible to hear. Chad felt the other man’s dick press up against his ass. He let out a deep moan, only encouraging him all the more. Pre dripped onto him while he tried to spread it open as much as he possibly could. Slowly he started to push inward, barely opening up Chad’s tight asshole. 

“Oh fuck!” Chad shouted. The sensation was too much and he found himself almost ready to cum. It was too soon. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t let Brandon stuck in the bathroom with some guy that he’d only just met. “Fuck!” he shouted again and pulled away. All the while he could feel the mess starting to grow more and more in his underwear. Chad staggered out of the bathroom and through the front door. 

The mess quickly transferred from the underwear onto the pants he was wearing. He just made it barely outside before his body dropped to his knees and Chad was expelled from inside of Brandon’s body. 

Brandon slowly started to come to. His mind was still reeling from the experience. His conscious mind was telling him that he shouldn’t have enjoyed it. But the subconscious was shouting at him to run back in there. Brandon let out several heavy breaths as he tried to regain his composure.

“Sorry man… Forgot it’s not really my body…” Chad said.

It was still a few seconds before Brandon finally answered. “Did you really just have Mark Cook fuck me in a gay bar?!”