Reenrollment

 

Jeremy walked into school in his typical awkward fashion, making dumb jokes to everyone he walked by, thinking he was best friends with all the cool kids, and drenched in the smell of soap. A long sleeve white button up and suspenders was made only more nerdy by the stereotypical plaid bowtie adorning his collar. This infuriated Gage, the school bully. Not only because it was as annoying as ever, but because Jeremy had the balls to walk into school that day after ratting on him, and getting him expelled. No more wrestling team, no more prom, no more hot cheerleaders. At the same time, this dweeby freshman posed an interesting opportunity for the hulking senior. As Jeremy walked past Gage, he was grabbed by the neck and swung into the lockers.

“You must be hung like a fuckin’ bull, Jer Bear.” muttered Gage, as he threw a quick punch into Jeremy’s stomach. “Cause you seem to have forgotten that I told you to not come around here anymore.” Jeremy, doubled over, began his normal pleading.

“Please, Gage… They were gonna fail me if I didn’t tell.” Gage grabbed Jeremy by his hair, and pulled his hear to his mouth. In Jeremy’s ear, Gage whispered softly for a good minute and a half, each hissed word making Jeremy’s expression more dire and terrified. Gage tossed his victim to the side, just as the principal came and chased him off, right out the side door. Gage’s old girlfriend, Elise, walked up to Jeremy, helping him up

“Jeremy, you need to stop letting him bully you around. Go to the gym, bulk up, look badass… I don’t know. Just grow a pair. You don’t deserve that.” Shaking her head as if she were deeply disappointed in him, she walked away, leaving Jeremy surrounded by his textbooks and Ticonderoga pencils. 

After school had let out, and the drama club had finished their read-through, Jeremy began his normal walk home. As he continued his brooding, and over analysis of Elise’s words earlier, he couldn’t notice the old black Chevelle following him. So when it pulled over to the side, he kept walking. When Gage exited the car, he took little notice. When he was blindsided with chloroform, he was too shocked to struggle. By the end, he was thrown into the trunk, his backpack leaving behind the only remnants of his existence.

Jeremy had a rather rude awakening, as his hands were tied to Gage’s pulldown bar, making him completely incapacitated. Gage sat cross-legged in front of him, his thick, tattooed arms crossed in fuming anger. 

“I told you that you’d regret selling me out, Jer-Bear. Or, maybe you won’t. You might like what I have planned.” He rose, and started to approach Jeremy. “One thing you did help me do, cumstain, is how to do a little research. I found this old Aztec ritual that was used to punish traitors to the colony.” Pulling up his tattered old tank top, he revealed a brand new tattoo on his pec, resembling an Aztec calendar. “You are gonna help me try it out, call it a research project.”

“Please,” whined Jeremy, “Don’t hurt me.” Gage cackled in disgust. He began to circle around behind Jeremy. “I will leave you alone. I promise. I’ll tell them I lied…” Just then, a strange burning sensation crept up his leg. Jeremy winced, and looked down to see that his jeans ripped apart below the knee, and where his penny loafers used to be, Gage’s high top chucks and white tube socks stood in their place. “What the hell!” He cried out, as he heard Gage’s mysterious giggling behind him.

“You got me expelled, Jer-Bear. But you’re gonna help me get back into school.” The same burning sensation crept up Jeremy’s right leg. Now attentively watching, he could only look in horror as Gage’s gigantic calves slid effortlessly into his own, his pale skin buckling to accommodate Gage’s limbs. His clothes again ripped and reformed to become Gage’s socks and sneakers, their shared legs now moving freely on their own. The more Gage pushed and merged into Jeremy, the more that tears turned to moans. His ass and groin pushed into Jeremy, feeling like sliding into warm, slick gelatin. The fabric of the now jean shorts began to tear and fray but still maintained their form. Gage slammed his torso into Jeremy, his rippling abs and meaty pecs gliding into him, bulking at an equilibrium between the twig and the hunk. Grabbing Jeremy’s arms by the wrists, he felt Jeremy push Gage’s arms into his own, clearly enjoying the experience. Gage’s signature sleeve and Aztec tattoo rippled over his skin, again reaching a balance between Jeremy’s skinny body and Gage’s musculature. Eventually, all that was left was the head, as Gage effortlessly slipped into the back of Jeremy’s skull, a gurgling sound emitting from his mouth. His face reshaped ever so slightly, tightening the jawline, plumping the lips, fine-tuning the eyebrows… until the smirking face of both Jeremy and Gage remained. 

They pulled down on the tie used to restrain them, snapping it quickly, and setting them free. Walking into the bathroom, they smirked together, pleased with the results of their merging. Jeremy got the confidence and swagger he always needed and wanted, and Gage got the smarts and access back to school. They snapped a pic, deciding they needed a new profile pic. 

The next morning, “Jeremy” walked into school with relentless confidence. His sick sneakers squeaked as he walked, his black leather jacket replacing his boring suspenders. Walking up to Elise, he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. With a wink, he walked away, ready to tackle the world.