Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 20:42:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: switcher part 11

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   THE SWITCHER
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It was four days later when I switched into Damon Pena, a 29 year old guy
with an incredible build. He was short, but had almost comically large
muscles. His arms, pecs, thighs… it was all a collection of vein-rippled
meat mountains.

His tight t-shirt and loose basketball shorts made this definition
perfectly apparent. I hadn’t yet looked at his hair under the
snapback. His thick scruff felt trimmed into shape but I would have to find
a mirror to confirm this.

He had been on his way to some place, in the early hours just after
sunrise. Maybe heading to the gym. I had apparently slept through the night
and only now switched. I wasn’t sure if would get to stay long.

There was something I had wanted to try since my chat with Bobby. I only
ever responded to one sensation – a pull. But I had never really paid
attention to it.

I maneuvered Damon’s divine body to a coffee shop that was already open
and ordered him a cup of tea. Once I was alone at my table I closed my eyes
and focused. Was there anything else to sense?

Yes! I could tell the pull was there, but not exerting force – like a
spring at rest, getting stretched slowly while I stuck around in a foreign
body. I sensed some more and found a new… something. It was no pull, it
was a blob of sorts. I could almost stretch my mind into the swirling
darkness that transported me to and from my switches, but not breach the
barrier.

Right on the border was a lump. With all my focus on it, I understood that
it was Damon’s real psyche. The cocoon had a distinct feel that was
complemented by what it was like to be in his body. It was hard to describe
but his body and mind were like two puzzle pieces. When I left, they would
reunite naturally.

An amazing discovery but useless.

Taking sips from my tea, I tried to find anything else along the
barrier. There were little somethings flittering about, but I could never
pin one down long enough to examine it.


***


It had been a long time since I had tattooed anyone so I brought Damon’s
body to a studio and spent a while arguing with the insufferable artist who
wanted to talk me out of my decision. After he was absolutely sure I was
sober, he got to work.

The time in the chair gave me an opportunity to keep my focus on the Damon
cocoon. Looking at the tiny sparks running along the barrier didn’t
clarify anything.

Once I was done I admired Damon’s new art pieces. He had a bold lettered
FAGGOT on his neck, a squirting erection on his chest, and arrows pointing
at his ass from the small of his back where it said RAPE ME. There was no
need to be subtle.

Apparently I still had some time left in this magnificent body.


***


After long observation I had a breakthrough. The sparks were what caused
the high. I could get simple reactions from poking the cocoon in the right
way, to get a basic response like from a person at the edge of falling
asleep. It was mentally taxing for me but I figured out he was getting
euphoric in a dreamless sleep.

I hounded sparks to his prison and they sunk into Damon’s
personality. My hope was to increase the confusion.

While doing that, I had the mind to keep walking. After leaving the coffee
shop I followed the street and got into a random bus. All the while I kept
feeding Damon sparks.

Once I could feel the pull to switch back slowly increase, I got out at the
next stop and focused my attention on my surroundings again. The buildings
were three or four levels tall. Not the densest part of town but a good
commercial spot with quite some traffic. It would do.

I wandered into a side alley and stripped. All his douchbag clothes
wandered into a trashcan and I covered them with other trash so he
wouldn’t see them in case he had the mind to look there.

By now the body hair removal was almost automatic. I barely had to
concentrate on it and all hair flew away from my body as if it was trying
to flee my presence.

I had no tools to give him a haircut but that could wait until next time.

In front of a dark window I said goodbye to Damon. Then I lingered.

Right away he trembled and breathed heavily, then sank down on his
knees. Within a few seconds I knew it had worked. His reflection in the
window was grinning like mad, while his kneeling body swayed as if he was
severely drunk. I couldn’t be sure, seeing through his eyes normally,
but his visual processing was apparently hampered. He could barely stand up
and kept fumbling around, trying to grab something to hold onto.

Damon was euphoric and dazed. If I had left him in a worse position he
wouldn’t even be able to think of an escape. It took him ten entire
minutes until he registered his situation well enough to panic.

I watched him wobble out of the alley, holding his crotch covered and
trying to ask for the way. He might have been able to get away with the
nudity, but with his slurred speech nobody wanted to talk to him.

Lovely. I had a way to make my victims immensly high. I watched his
adventure for over an hour before my link broke and I was switched back. He
had still been fairly out of it and I estimated the effect was indeed close
to several bottles of alcohol or multiple blunts.

With all that going on I hadn’t even seen him react to his
tattoos. Perhaps it was better for him to find them once he had sobered up
and understood the consequences.


***


A day later I used the trick from last time I had lingered and followed the
pull before it was strong enough to drag me on its own. That way I landed
in Damon’s head again. Now that I was aware of it, I could sense the
man’s spirit slide out of its rightful place and get pressed into the
barrier where a cocoon formed.

I shoved a moderate amount of sparks his way while surveying the area. I
was in a gym. Not really a surprise. They way Damon looked, he probably
lived there.

At first I thought it was funny that he wore a turtleneck. Then I
remembered the tattoos. Gym had been important enough to go there in spite
of what had happened yesterday. Diligent.

In that moment Damon’s unbelievable body was on a bench with dumbbells
lying on either side. They looked impossibly huge. I didn’t even try to
lift them. I would only have given him a shoulder injury. Anything beyond
moderate exercise and my form of execution was not going to match up to
what his body was used to.

Well, I simply got up and headed for the lockers. I estimated that he had
gotten a normal night’s dose of sparks by now, which would otherwise
have accumulated over the course of hours.

I found his locker and dropped off his gym clothes. Totally naked, I moved
the heap of pure muscle into the showers. I hadn’t really given him a
choice when it came to style but while I looked into the mirror I
permanently removed his facial hair.

Last time I hadn’t been able to give him a mohawk. Since I was already
using him as a lab rat, I might as well keep experimenting. I grabbed a
round bowl of soap and emptied it. The bowl was about three inches in
diameter.

I put it upside down on his head and made sure it was exactly in the center
on top. Holding the bowl in place I worked around it to clear his head of
any hair permanently. This left Damon with a nicely perverse looking style,
a small circle of hair right on top of him and absolutely nowhere else.

I was very much getting hard. While I worked my hands over his body to
enjoy the smooth, lean muscles, I wandered into a shower cabin. They had no
doors or curtains but had walls on either side to keep them separate.

The washing was more of a side activity to edging. While I jerked his thick
dick, I observed the cocoon. There was a different species of sparks now
– vibrant, more erratic.

Hounding as many of them into Damon’s dormant mind as possible I kept
jerking it. I could estimate he was easily getting ten times the regular
dose.

Someone walked by but I had my face to the wall and ignored them. It seemed
they stopped behind me and I got the feeling of being watched.

I looked behind me, not slowing down the edging, to see a man in this
sixties. He had a semi hard-on and flinched as our eyes met.

Damon’s mouth grinned at him as I commanded it. “Hey there,” I
said in Damon’s surprisingly rough voice. “I could use some help.”

“Y-yes,” the man said. “Holy fuck, yes. I’ll gladly suck you
off.”

“Oh no,” I said and genuinely chuckled a bit. I pointed at the RAPE
ME tattoo the man could clearly see. “This isn’t there for
fun. It’s an order.”

“Fuck yes!”

I spread my cheeks and waited for the old man to jerk himself fully
hard. In the meantime I kept masturbating with one hand and fingered my
hole open with the other.

When a dick was pushed in, I could feel the sparks increase as the sexual
intensity did. My estimation was rough but Damon had consumed about a
fiftyfold dose now.

I kept it up until I figured it had to be around hundred time’s normal.

Someone else was walking up behind us. Two older men watched the
spectacle. Well, I was going to see if they got a show or not once Damon
was back for real.

The edging came to an end as I pushed myself further. I let Damon’s
voice moan, hearing the echo from the shower walls, as I shot his load.

Then I retreated to lingering.

Damon came back with a jolt. He looked behind himself with huge eyes and
his breath became much quicker and flatter.

Three seconds after waking up, he grabbed his dick and jerked off. Since he
had just cummed it was unlikely he would finish the task in quite some
time.

The old man came with a deep sigh and pulled out.

Damon looked behind himself again and stared up at one of the
observers. “P-please…”

Eagerly the second man stepped forward and took the previous fucker’s
place. For seniors they all came quite quickly, leaving Damon
unsatisfied. Even with three loads in his ass he still hadn’t managed to
get another orgasm. When he was still in the same position and jerking off
half an hour later, I tuned out but didn’t yet switch back. I just kind
of stopped paying attention. Once he got up, he kept jerking off even as he
dressed himself.

Damon went home, having great difficulty to keep his hands away from his
crotch. When he was back at his place he pulled his dick out and jerked off
again. This time he managed to cum. It still wasn’t enough.

After a total of four hours, the massive man finally got some rest, only
sporting a semi hard-on now. If this was the maximum dose, I could be a bit
more subtle next time.


***


My trusty pull transported me into Jack Singleton, who was still in Haiti.

It had been something like a week, I wasn’t really counting. He wore
shabby, mud crusted pants and nothing beside. The man had acquired a tan,
although he was mostly still sunburned, and sat on dry earth next to a
road. There was a plastic-bag construct hanging from a set of pipes. His
home, probably.

So he had never made it back. It seemed obvious that he would have tried it
at the embassy, but without papers he was entirely at the mercy of a
corrupt bureaucracy.

I felt along his head and found out he had gotten rid of the mohawk. That
patch was now buzzed off and just as long as the rest of his barely regrown
hair.

Wow, he had prioritized destroying my work? Punishment time.

Naturally, I had to restore the mohawk by use of force push hair
removal. Without seeing what I was doing it had to be sloppy but Jack
didn’t deserve better. His hair would grow out as a mowhawk and nothing
else.

I got up from the spot at the road and walked a little while. A tiny shabby
car came along, driving slowly on the rocky dirt road. I knocked out the
driver, waited until the car had stopped, and stole the vehicle, leaving
the original driver in the dust.

Luckily the next settlement was close so I didn’t have to waste too much
time on Jack. I left the car behind and looked for any place that could
sell stuff.

Once I entered the hardware store I stunned the clerk. No one else was
there. I grabbed some rope and ran.

Jogging in the afternoon heat, I got away from the settlement until it was
no longer visible. First I lost Jack’s shorts, leaving him as nude as I
wanted him.

The stolen item came into play. I crouched down and tied my old
extra-un-openable knot around his ankles, leaving about three inches
between them. I wrapped my rope around his package and then only the sack,
eventually fixing his balls to the ankle ropes in such a way that he could
basically take no steps whatsoever without tugging cruelly.

His hands came last, with both loops prepared so I could pull them closed
with my mouth. His wrists were now on the side of his ankles. That should
do it.

I didn’t expect to see him ever again. That ungrateful bastard. I had
gotten him a vacation and he put getting rid of the mohawk before even
acquiring a shirt or anything. He had only himself to blame.


***


Now the question was: reward or punish?

Lyle was in his room and right away I noticed a few changes. He was
shirtless. Beside the nipple rings, he now also had a belly button
bar. Good start.

I got up to find the bathroom and take a proper look. With satisfaction I
felt that he was wearing both the cock ring and the plug. From the way his
semi hard on rubbed against the fabric of his super-short jeans, I knew he
was free balling before I even saw him naked.

There were more piercings. Three rings on the left brow, five bars and
studs in the right ear. One through his tongue, one through his lower lip
and one on his taint. Good choice. I judged they were enough.

At first I didn’t see a tattoo and was mildly disappointed. Turns out it
was on his back, across the shoulders. It looked fresh enough to be from
today. Just his luck. The banner said PUNK 4 LYFE and suited its purpose
well enough. Another checkmark.

His hair was bright green. Check. I looked in his wardrobe and he had added
nothing. Check. I found the cuffs right on his desk. Check.

Now there was only one thing left to make sure of. I looked into his
phone. Indeed, there was his face, getting a mouth full of dick – eyes
red, lips swollen. To my satisfaction I also found a picture of his
backside with a dick all the way up his ass. I couldn’t really be sure
they were different dicks, but I let that one slide.

First I went back into the bathroom and made his mohawk permanent. Just a
little time saver for the boy, so he could focus on improving his cock
sucking skills.

Then I sat down at his computer and accessed my money filled account. I
ordered every piece of gear and every sex toy I found remotely interesting
and had it delivered to his doorstep.

Like last time I left a note. It read, “Congratulations Lyle. You are on
the trajectory to become a proper cock whore. There is much you still need
to learn, but I’m certain you will become an excellent punk bitch one
day. Do whatever the fuck you want with your life. The promised reward will
arrive in three to five workdays. Goodbye. –Your Spiritual Liberator.”


***


Yes, a new power. Damon was a great test run. Jack got his reward and so
did Lyle, although the boy might have hoped for something other than chains
and dildos.