Royals

 

There’s nothing more amazing than having possessed a body. Being dead gets kinda fuckin’ awful, bruh. You’re floating around, looking at others live their lives, knowing you’d live it better… I mean, that’s Emilio! Look at him. He’s got so much potential, and he’d rather be taking fuckin’ filter selfies on Instagram for his 300 followers. If only he’d have hit the gym for a few years, joined the football team… Woulda been a whole different story. He wouldn’t have needed my help. But, I mean, I can’t complain. Profits flow upward, bruh. I’m in charge now, so I get the gold.

So first of all, that tackle was bullshit. We were winning, some fucker had to come knock the life outta me and shut down our sports program. I watched the school get less and less swole, less fit, and it killed me. I needed to do something. That’s where little Emilio came into play. 

He was a little prep. You know, that little shit who would walk around and talk shit about people he doesn’t even know. He walked around in his $250 pussy shoes, thinkin’ he was hot shit. This little fuck ruled the school now? Fuck no. I knew then and there, it was time for me to step in.

I hadn’t tried taking over anyone before. I mean, I watched Danny Phantom as a kid, so I knew ghosts could do shit like that, but I didn’t know how. I had to make a plan, so for a week or so I followed him around the school. Got to know his schedule. His stupid fuckin’ AP classes he jacked around in, bossing around the speech and debate nerds like he was a fuckin’ king. He took everything for granted. Eventually, I found out when he was alone. Third period, second floor bathroom. He would jack off about twice a week. I guess even fucktards need a lil release. So, now it was just a matter of slippin’ in.

So it was that Friday, and he snuck into the second floor bathroom, locking the door like always. I knew that Mr. Puckey always destroyed that specific toilet in between third and fourth periods, so I had to be quick. Emilio sat down on the toilet seat and unzipped his prissy, red skinny jeans. I was just chillin in the corner, waiting to make my move. He whipped out his lil’ cock and started browsing Pinterest for hot guys. Fuckin’ idiot: Tumblr is for porn, not Pinterest.

I floated over and looked, he was lookin’ up jock bros! That’s who he jacked off to? The deal was sealed, he was gonna get his comeuppance in his own fantasy. He started to stroke, having locked on to some typical white boy abs. The first thing I did was let out a bit of jockscent. You know, that manly, au naturale musk that you just can’t help but sniff up? I mean fuck, I soaked up my pitstank and ballsweat after every fuckin’ practice. No shame in it!

I guess he didn’t see it that way. He covered his nose, and started bitchin’ about B.O. I let out a little bit more, and he started sniffin’ more and more. He was pumpin’ a lil’ harder too. He started to like my stank. He closed his eyes, and kept pumpin’, and I realized it was now or never.

I tried a little test spot, and slipped my hand into his left arm. He jerked it away, shaking it off for a second. Didn’t take long for him to keep wankin’ to my smells. So I slipped it back in. This time, it stuck. I lifted up his hand and felt air for the first time in years. It’s the little things you remember I guess, and that was one of them. It was so fuckin’ addictive, you know, life. I had a taste, and I wanted more. This little cuck started freakin’ out, watching his hand move on it’s own. So I shoved my right hand into his, and kept pumpin’ his tiny lil’ cock. I cupped his left hand over his mouth so he’d quit yelpin’, and shoved my big ass feet into his. 

This was somethin’ I didn’t think about: I was so much bigger than him! So when my size 13 foot slipped into his size 8… Let’s see. You ever worn wet socks that are two sizes too small? Don’t ask why I have, but that’s what it’s like. I wriggled his toes. My thighs were like twice the size of his, and it felt like he was gonna fuckin’ tear in two. My ass phased into his, not without a little force. 

I mean, he was filled to the max, I had to really push to get all of me into him. He’s yelpin’ and cryin’ this entire time, losing control of himself, feeling like he’s an inflatin’ balloon… I’d feel sorry for him if he weren’t such a fuckin’ cuck to everyone. So, when I shoved my pecs into his, I was pretty much all in. I let his hand off his mouth just for a second. Only for him to get one little cry for help out. That’s when I slammed my head into his. Everything went dark. I saw his memories fly away, forcing them out… Forcing Emilio the pussy bully out. Within like, ten seconds, I opened my eyes and smiled.

That’s when I really took control. His body started pulsating, spasming. Under his skin you could see ripples of muscle starting to bulk and inflate. His body was starting to make room for me! I mean, I was growing so fast, it looked like a fuckin’ balloon being inflated. And it felt good. It was like every muscle in my body was being worked out at once, like the best, most satisfying workout I’ve ever had. I noticed that room full of jockscent (trademark) started pouring into my now hairy pits, huge uncut cock, and strong, gigantic feet. I smelled like I used to. I felt like I used to. I mean, I was back. I looked down at where Emilio’s hipster threads used to be- they were laying in shreds on the floor. I tore his black tee shirt to fit my fuckin’ sexy ass arms and chest. I looked in the mirror. Damn, I looked good. I flexed my new muscles, knowing I’d be putting them to good use.

Mr. Puckey began to pound on the door. I guess it was passing time, and he needed to take his daily titanic shit. I whipped open the door, the smell pouring out of the bathroom, the fatass math teach looked at me like I was a fuckin’ alien. 

“Excuse me, mister! What are you doing! Put some clothes on!” Fuck, I didn’t miss that voice. But, I did need a new coach. I was gonna bring back football. I was gonna be that slick, sexy, cool bro that the school worships. I was back on the throne, bruh. And Puckey was gonna be in for a quick perspective change real soon. Until then, I strode away, girls gigglin’ and guys noddin’. Yeah, the king is back, baby.