Ted looked down at his watch, of course the flight was delayed. It’s not as if he were on a time crunch anyway, a few weeks off in Miami and Key West would be exactly the right way to spend his hard earned vacation time. He’d always been a workhorse, barely eating, barely sleeping, just going hard every day for the last nine months until he was a zombie: skin and bones. All those hours added up, and thank god he’d been able to use them against his boss-all in all he’d accumulated 14 days of vacation days, and it was finally time to cash in.
It seemed, however, that Delta had different plans. The flight was now delayed almost an hour thanks to “difficulties” in Atlanta and Ted was then left to occupy himself in the terminal for the next 45-50 minutes. He sighed, the thought of the white sandy beaches and rolling turquoise waves was beckoning to him from the vast beyond. He’d be there soon enough. Pulling out his phone, he did what any self-respecting 20 something year old twink would do: he checked Scruff. Sighing with exasperation, he opened the app to an immediate fifteen messages- most of them from pictureless or torso profiles. Though, some of them were rather nice lookin.
His options were limited to whoever was flying in and out of the airport, unfortunately, so that knocked the options down to only a single man. A torso, but it was a nice lookin’ torso. Cobbled abs, meaty pecs, tattoos all over. Yummy yummy. Smiling, he opened the message.
BARONSAMEDI: Hey there baby, what brings you to Scruff tonight?
TEDDYTWINK: Looking for a good use of an hour or so. Flight Delay.
BARONSAMEDI: Quite a bit you can do in an hour.
TEDDYTWINK: What can you do in an hour? ;)
BARONSAMEDI: Why don’t I just show you?
Ted felt his cheeks blush. He was slick, a nice change from the immediate three unflattering dick pics and a “hey.” Not to mention it’d been a minute since he’d actually had the energy to… enjoy some company. He looked up at the clock, 45 minutes in counting. Then there’s boarding, so maybe another ten minutes or so? As he sat there trying to justify what he’d been looking to do, the man messaged back.
BARONSAMEDI: Concourse C. I’ll be in the mens room. Third stall. If you’re curious, of course.
Ted was in Concourse C, and the mens room was only about four gates down. Perhaps it was the proximity that convinced him, or the large time window, or more likely than not, the mysterious man’s confident energy itself. He smiled, closing his phone and gathering his belongings. Stacking his bags, he rolled down the long hallway, past gates for Minneapolis, St. Louis, Bangor, and Seattle before finally arriving at the men’s room. He quietly walked into the bathroom, finding it completely devoid of occupants. He’d never seen an airport bathrom entirely empty before- perhaps he just hit it right. The rolling of his suitcase’s wheels against the tile floor loudly echoed in the cavernous room, and as he arrived in the third stall.
Gingerly peering into the floor gap from above, he could see two huge black combat boots standing behind the door. You know what they say- big feet… big, oh you know. A gentle tap was all it took for the the lock to click open, as Ted did one last sweep of the bathroom before sneaking in and closing the door. Turning around, he saw the occupant, his companion for the next hour.
“Well hello there, my pet.” Before him stood a man, large and imposing; two dead, white eyes peered at him behind a dark skull visage. His voice seemed to echo in a low sultry growl, and his accent made him rather hard to understand. “What’s the matter, never met the boogeyman before?” The lights seemed to darken around the man as he cackled, leaving a black, empty void surrounding them. He pulled out a cigar, smiling as he lit it with the snap of his fingers. Smiling, he blew the smoke in Ted’s shocked face, as he bent down to speak to him at eye level. “I have a proposition for ya, my child.”
Ted was terrified, the being before him was not of this world, he was from the great beyond and past our comprehension. There was a strange energy about the man: smooth, flirtatious, suave, with an ounce of danger lurking beneath. The way he looked at Ted… as if he were fucking him with his eyes and that smirk, it was a difficult dichotomy for him to comprehend. Though, as he stood there, cowering in awe and fear, a lingering curiosity grew within him. What did this creature… this being… want with just a normal dude like him? The man leaned in closer, blowing another puff of thick cigar smoke in his face, a probing look across his skeletal face.
“Wha… what did you have in mind?” The man stood upright again, towering above Ted in the dark expanse, letting his long split tongue lick his plump, painted lips. He seemed to lean against the nothingness, a glass of dark rum manifesting itself in thin air into his inked hand.
“Well, it’s really quite simple. You’re lookin’ for a good time, a nice vacation on the beach, maybe make sure some good lookin’ fellas end up in the bed at the end of the day. You want to be able to snatch a fella like that with just the snap of your fingers. You want to be strong, and hard, and virile, and get that goood ass. Do I paint an accurate picture?” The sting of truth rang through Ted. Every word was correct. He cautiously nodded his head, still skeptical of the sinister spirit. “Now all I want to do is have a little fun myself, ya feel me? I want a little some of that action, you know what I’m saying? Now I’m all about helping a lost, sad little man like you when he’s down in the dumps. But I don’t work for free.”
An air of menace fell over the duo, and the tension seemed to only grow between them. The spirit looked at him from nearly every angle, as if he were examining produce at the market to find the best one, and he seemed to be pleased.
“What are you proposing, then, sir?” Ted’s voice shuddered, be it fear or pure adrenaline. He himself was not sure of his thoughts- this eldritch spirit with the energy of a lusting horn dog was offering him a once in a lifetime deal… perhaps he’d at least hear the terms?
“Only that we may share our experiences with eachother. I will provide you with the tools you need to, shall we say, seal the deal. And in return, you merely allow me to have a little fun of my own along the way.” The terms were unclear at best, and duplicitous at worst. That seemed to be in line with the ambiguous intention that the spirit exuded. “Do we have a deal?” The man extended his long, boney hand, the subtle whispers in the dark encouraging him to ‘take the deal, take his hand, do it, do it.’ Ted, perhaps blinded by the prospect of him being some sort of casanova stud, exhaled deeply as he grasped the calloused, rough hand he’d been offered. He accepted.
The quiet whispers in the room quickly turned to maniacal laughter, as the spirit smiled wickedly at his naive prey. His split tongue ran down Ted’s cheek as it tickled it’s way down his neck. Ted’s clothes faded into the endless oblivion, where he now stood naked and vulnerable. The grip on his hand started to tighten until it felt as if his skin was being seared by the scalding heat. The spirit cackled, the smoke from his cigar wafed around them, obscuring Ted’s sight. Within seconds, through a small clearing in the smoke, the spirit’s fist flew toward his face with no time to react. All Ted could do was close his eyes and prepare for impact, but to his absolute shock and horror, there was no collision whatsoever. He felt a tightening in his neck, as if there were a frog in his throat. Opening his eyes, he saw what was causing this sensation.
The spirit’s arm, submerged into his gaping mouth up to his elbow, and continuing to sink deeper. As more and more of the spirit began to push past his lips, the mans body began to dissipate into a thick fog of almost liquid smoke as it rushed down into Ted’s gullet. The taste of ignited tobacco, spiced rum, marijuana, and musky sweat overwhelmed his tongue until it was all he could sense. Holding his breath held no resistance, as the spirit continued to effortlessly push further and further into him, the last of the rubbery smoke flapping around as it whipped down into his mouth.
Ted looked down at himself, a strange green aura began to emit from all around his body, while within him, the spirit’s deep, low laughter now bellowed loudly. He looked down as what looked like tendrils began to snake around beneath his skin, protruding out as they squirmed.
“Well, well, well.” The spirit’s voice boomed from deep inside his chest. “You must be enjoying yourself, Ted. Not much of a fight I must say. Now, as I am a man of my word…” The tendrils snaked down his arms, squiggling their way toward his fingers. Ted began to scream, but as the smoke filled the entirety of his hand, he now found it clasped tightly over his mouth. It began to pulsate as it started to grow and bulk, thick slabs of muscle seemlingly inflating from his very bones, and within moments, it looked nothing like what used to be. His hands were now thick, wide, and calloused, capping off an arm with bulging biceps and triceps dangling from a rock hard deltoid. Ted let out a gasp, pleasantly surprised as his arm flexed all on it’s own, a salty wet musk pouring from his pit. “You are enjoying yourself, Ted. No more fighting. Just let me do my work- you won’t be disappointed.
A flood of tan washed down his skin from his head to his toes, as the rest of his body began to creak and crack. Tendrils shot out from ever direction, squeezing into Ted’s lanky extremeties and inflating them with thick, cut muscle. His shoulders broadened, and his pecs pillowed out of his chest, a light dusting of hair sprouting down his individually popping abs. His right arm swelled to match the other in tone and size, Ted smiling eagerly as his thick knuckles cracked at the sheer force of his fist. Shooting up to an impressive 6'10, Ted’s legs burst with mass, ballooning outward and hardening into thick thighs, a tight ass, and chiseled calves. Bursting out of his shoes, high arched size 17’s now rounded out his physique, emanating a strong funky musk of their own and keeping all 230 pounds of cut mocha colored muscle steady and supported.
Feeling the final changes settling in, he waited with bated breath as his face began to contort and pinch, squelch and crack. His throbbing cock stretched outward, pressing against the skin tight jeans that encased his lower half, finally peeking it’s slimy uncut head out the top, eventually letting the 11 inch monster leak it’s pre all across his hard abdomen. Ted opened his eyes, and looked down.
He was an adonis- the jacked, sultry heart throb kind that he’d see on modeling campaigns and pornos. Within his head, Ted profusely thanked his grantor, absolutely dying to explore his new body and see what it could do. Though, it seemed the spirit had other plans. Ted felt a wave of goosebumps flow over his skin, and his new plump lips crack a mischevious side grin. The sly spirit within was not finished, it was now time for Ted to pay up.
"This is my masterpiece, Ted. You should be proud.” The spirits dark, deep voice bellowed out of his mouth now while his hands groped and prodded ever delicious ounce of man meat. “But now it’s time to pay up, my friend.” Ted, now reduced to a mere soul acting as a passenger in his former body’s mind, felt the spirit’s presence tightening around him. Compressing him. “Now, just let me get a bit more comfortable.” The pressure was mounting, building and building against his intangible soul until he felt a small prick. That’s all it took for the spirit to flood into the kid’s soul. He gleefully grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it as he took this body for himself. Ted felt the very core of the loa merging with his consciousness, as if his last bit of individuality was being slipped on like a costume. His fear was slowly replaced by cockiness and confidence. The feeling of lust overwhelmed him; debaucherous and filthy kinks flooded his mind as the loa inserted himself into Ted.
Intricate tattoos began to be burnt onto his skin, starting from his smelly toes and crawling all the way up his body. Breathlessly jacking his cock, animalistic growls and grunt escaped his mouth, the green cloudy aura grew stronger, now filled with the sharp scent of musk, booze, and tobacco. Nearing climax, the loa took one final moment to absorb the last of Ted, truly becoming one with him. And with an animalistic roar, he shot stream after stream of his thick, gloopy load, pooling into a small sea of cum around his bare feet. His eyes shot open, now a dead white, and his tongue split in two as the last of his ink finalized on his face, the pattern of a skull sublty hidden in it’s design. The baron let out a gutteral laugh, as he tickled his sweaty pits with his forked tongue.
“Thanks, Ted. It’s a win win. You have the body you’ve always wanted, and I get to enjoy the land of the living, with all the dick, ass, and pussy that I can take.” The loa snapped his fingers, manifesting a string of protection beads, a purple chiffon shirt, and massive combat boots to deck out his sexy new form.
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“Final call for boarding on Flight 1102 with service to Miami.” The young desk attendant hung up the speakerphone. Only one no-show, not the worst turnout, and only one person that he’d have to get cussed out by. As he typed away at the computer, preparing the gate for takeoff, he caught a gentle whiff of a strange smell. Sweet, salty, sharp… was someone smoking? Before he could look up to find out himself, a hand slammed a boarding pass down onto the desk in front of him. The young man looked up, only inches away from the final passenger’s devilishly sexy face.
“Got caught up in the bathroom, my bad, baby.” The desk attendant shivered at the sound of his voice, deeper than the ocean and darker than night. Gazing into the piercing grey eyes that stared into his very soul, he felt entirely lost in them. Mindlessly, he stamped the boarding pass, not breaking eye contact for a single moment. The man smiled, biting his lower lip as he sized up the flight attendant. “Thanks, baby. You know how it is. Man’s got needs and tension he has to let out. I got a bit left over for a special someone.” The man gently caressed the attendant’s cheek with his rough fingers. “If you happen to need a release of your own, I’ll be ready for you.” His split tongue slid between his pearly white teeth, as he took the boarding pass from the attendant and started down the jetway, the trailing green mist wafting behind him as he strode.
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