Productive Take Over

Brandon was never one to believe in ghosts. However, that didn’t mean he enjoyed exploring the old, soon to be torn down, parts of campus either. It was just such a dumb dare that he had to prove the other guys wrong. Especially since they were the frat that hosted the best parties on campus. They kept saying he’d be too scared to go because the old area was haunted. When in reality he was just scared because of bugs.

It’d been years since they’d done anything to this part of the campus. The spider webs that donned each and every corner were enough to attest to that. The school just didn’t have the money to do anything with it. After one of the students died it was closed down to see who was at fault. Then closed down permanently after the lawyers decided it was the school’s. He was one of the school’s star athletes and heartthrobs so the public outcry just made it all the more obvious what had to happen. This place was deemed dangerous and everyone was evacuated before the end of the semester. Walking through the old corridors, Brandon could see why.

Even without thinking about the lighting fixtures falling down, the doors that had been broken, or the spray paint lining each and every wall, Brandon could hear the floors creaking, see the cracks all the way down to the foundation and even how the windows could open all the way. He envied the windows, as his own could barely crack open enough to fit his hand through. And the way his roommate smelled he wished the window opened a lot more.

Down the corridor he could have sworn he saw a shadow dash down a hall. “Damn it…” he groaned. “Hello?” his voice echoed down the empty hallway. “Frat guys…” Brandon knew they were going to try to prank him. But they would still have to keep their end of the bargain. All he agreed to was going into the old dorm. They would get their scare on him, but then he’d still be let into the next couple of frat parties. It didn’t matter that he would have been completely out of place compared to the other guys, he’d still be in. And that was the hardest part. But then he’d have to actually talk to a girl. “One step at a time…” he muttered.

Normally he would have turned and run, but knowing that the frat guys were watching him meant he had to just go take the scare. He stepped cautiously, unsure when it would happen though. They normally worked as a group. And one would be hiding behind one of the doors while another called his attention to the opposite direction. However, Brandon made it to the end of the hall and still no one was there. “Weird…” he muttered to himself.

There was definitely a sound, and he knew he saw a shadow, but there was just a small hall with an empty trophy case at the end. Moreover, there wasn’t anywhere for the guys to hide and pop out to scare him. “Hello?” he called again, walking closer to the old glass case. There wasn’t much in it anymore. Just the mirror that lined the back, a few broken lights and some trashy looking decoration. He stopped and stared, wondering what it was like when it was filled.

It was his reflection that caught his attention though. “What the..?” he muttered as he leaned closer to the glass. For some reason it didn’t look like him at all. Not because of the terrible lighting from his flashlight, but because it just didn’t look like him at all. His jaw was never that square, nor his eyes so piercing. He took off his glasses and rubbed them against his shirt.

“Hey bro,” the reflection popped out of the mirror and extended past the glass case. Brandon felt his body seize up. He dropped his glasses and fell backwards. Words clung to the back of his mouth as his throat closed up. The reflection just pushed further out past the glass. It was taking a bit more of a shape. Still in a slightly gaseous form, but almost like an outline of a human. “Guess you’ll have to do…” it groaned.

Brandon tried to back up a little more, unsure what the thing in front of him was. He found his back against the wall. Whatever it was flung itself in his direction. He tried to block himself but it didn’t matter. It seemed to just went around his arms and straight into his mouth. “Damn… It…” it was stuck. The gaseous life form tried propelling itself deeper into him. “Get… In… There…” it pressed harder.

In a bit of a daze, Brandon tried to grab onto its tail end but his fingers just slipped through his grasp. It was already halfway down his throat. Something like hands grabbed onto the inside of his stomach and it felt like it was pulling itself deeper inside. “Damn… You’re so fucking small… Such a tight fit…” It complained as more and more of it pulled into Brandon’s stomach. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop it. And then it was completely in.

“What’s going on…” Brandon muttered as he pat the huge belly that seemed to be whatever was inside him now. He could feel it churning around inside his stomach as he sat there.

“Jeez… This is going to be annoying. You’re too small…” the thing complained. “Just have to fix that…” All at once, Brandon felt his limbs stiffen. No longer was he in control of his body. It was like hands were being pushed through his arms and legs through his legs. But like he was a costume that was just a size too small. Instead of rips and tears, his body seemed to expand. His short thin body stretched out. Muscles built where there had been none. His bones lengthened, growing his 5’6” frame to something past 6’.

He could see his body growing. Pecs pushed out in front of him. His shoulders spread out to the sides. The shirt he was wearing pulled up showing off the bottom two abs but four clear blocks sat above them. His short felt tight around his growing ass while they trailed several inches above his knees. But his shoes didn’t stand a chance as his toes pushed out the front.

“Damn,” the voice said using Brandon’s mouth, “I do a damn good job.” He cocked his head to the side, and ran his thumb under his more cut chin. Brandon’s cock hardened at the sensation. “A real damn good job.” His cocky arrogance seemed to have gotten the better of him. In his tight shorts he could see his dick starting to harden ever so slightly. Blood filled in his dick expanding the soft three inches to his solid eight.

His hand naturally brushed up against the hard member and he gave it a nice tug. “God damn…” he felt his knees go weak. “Forgot how fucking good this felt.” His loud deep voice echoed off the barren walls of the abandoned dorm. He could feel a sensation rush though his whole body. His brain tingled from the pleasure of not being able to do this for years. His hand started off a bit slow but ramped up rather quickly. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

“Aww fuck…” he moaned as his hands rounded his heavy pecs. A finger trailed around his sensitive nipple, slowly working himself up more and more. All the while his dick throbbed with each additional tug. Being a transient being he wasn’t able to experience these earthly pleasures as easily. It was hard to do and even harder to enjoy. But now that he had a body he wasn’t going to stop. He ran his hand over his firm abs and couldn’t help himself anymore.

His dick reacted to the sensation and he could feel the body he’d taken over start to cum. Glob after glob shot out in front of him and he couldn’t seem to make it stop. But at the same time the ghost’s consciousness started to leave with it. His incorporeal form was being ejected more and more with each additional burst. Slowly Brandon started to come to. His breathing was haggard as he fell down to his knees into the mess he’d made. “What the fuck…” he panted.

Slowly the entity that had possessed him started to take its form again. “God damn it…” it cursed. But then stared back at Brandon’s open mouth. He watched as the guy’s body slowly started to recede to the form it’d been before he’d taken over. The stretching and growth he’d just experienced slowly starting to recede. “Well here we go again,” the ghost said.

“Fuck no!” Brandon shouted as he covered his mouth. “What’s going on!” The ghost couldn’t seem to make it past his hands. He tried again but Brandon wouldn’t let up.

“Ugghh… Why are you being such a bitch?”

“Bitch!?” Brandon shouted. “You just took over my body!”

“So?”

“Hell no. Fuck no,” Brandon shouted as he stood back up. “You’re not going take my body over, stretch me out, then make me masturbate and not give me an answer. Spill it.”

The ghost shrugged. “Fine… I died here years ago and my form is starting to disappear. I need someone to keep me on this plane of existence, and well… That means I need to take someone over from time to time. And you were the closest thing in proximity.”

Brandon took a step back. His anger started to dissipate. Seeing his transparent form look a little more solid made him realize that at least some of what it was saying was partially true. But he still couldn’t completely grasp it. But looking over what was left of his corporeal form, Brandon couldn’t help but notice how buff the guy was. And he was still conscious as he saw the transformation. He recognized the face.

“Are you Chad Castleberry?”

The ghost paused. “Uhhh… Yeah?” he muttered. “What’s it to you?”

“Oh my God!” Brandon shouted. “You can help me out so much! Jeezus!”

Chad watched as the nerdier guy walked back and forth. He was waiting for a time when Brandon’s mouth would be wide open. Then he’d charge in again.

“Dude! You can help me get all kinds of women!”

“Women?” Chad asked. “What do you want with women?”

“Sex?” Brandon shrugged. The question seemed obvious.

Chad seemed to shrug at it again. “Damn it… Can’t even escape it in death…” he groaned. “Just act confident. Act like you’ve been there before and never show weakness. Then when you’re alone tell them they’re safe and whatever.”

“Okay..?” Brandon looked even more confused. “But then how do I get them alone…”

“Jeezus Christ… Am I going to have to do everything?”

“Don’t act so annoyed… You were supposed to have all the girls chasing after you…”

“Yeah. And all I wanted were the fucking guys dumbass! I acted straight cause I had to. You want to be the king of the football team you gotta act like the king of the football team. And none of the guys will listen if they think you’re checking them out.”

“Oh…” it took a second for Brandon to realize what he was saying. “Oh!! You’re gay!”

Chad sighed. “Yes… I’m gay. Now give me that body back.”

“Hell no!” Brandon covered his mouth. “Not until you help me with women.”

“Hmph…” Chad growled as he hovered again. “Fine. But then I get to enjoy myself too.”

Brandon took a few seconds to think it over. “Deal.”

“Yo!” another voice called back from down the hallway. It was one of the frat guys who’d challenged him to go into the old dorm. “You fucking die in here or what?”

Chad took a look down the hall. It lasted a lot longer than it should have. “No!” Brandon called back. He popped out of the corner he was in. “Just kind of got lost,” he lied.

The frat guy walked down the hall looking him over. He didn’t seem to notice Chad at all. Instead there was something about Brandon’s body that he couldn’t get over. Even though his shirt was slightly stretched out and his shoes clearly busted, there was something else that caught his eye. “You’ve been working out?” he asked.