"Fruity-ass pose," laughed Harry.
"C'mon, it'll be fun for the photo," said Jason. He position himself so he was sitting on top of Harry like he was riding him into battle. The two life-long friends laughed as the light from the camera confirmed the picture was taken.
Harry didn't think much of it. Why would he? There was never a reason to doubt Jason—the two of them had been friends since they were able to talk!
"All right, get off," said Harry, still grinning. "You're kinda fucking heavy…" he said, letting out a grunt of effort as he tried to get up and knock his dear friend off. But Jason wasn't budging. Not only that, but Harry felt… weaker. His vision grew blurry and he was starting to feel lightheaded. Heatstroke? No, this felt different...
"Sorry, man," said Jason in a tone he had never used before. He slapped a hand hard onto Harry's back, and the latter let out an alarmed yelp as his limbs fell useless onto the beach towel. No matter how hard Harry tried to get up and escape, his body wouldn't respond. Not even his mouth was moving. "This body's all spent," Jason continued, "I thought I'd have a few more weeks here, but he's seriously starting to fight me. It's fine, though," said the impostor wearing Jason's body. He laughed, the tone far darker now. "You're a helluva lot cuter than this meat-bag. I would've loved to fuck you, but fucking as you should feel just as good."
The impostor focused. His essence gathered from Jason's body and traveled like an electric current down his arm, through his palm, and slammed down on Harry's back. Harry began trembling wildly, but Jason's passed-out body managed to hide the worst of it from any on-lookers.
"Nrgh…! Mm…! Ohhh…" Harry's body let out a moan as he felt Jason's heftier figure lying on top of him. He wiggled his ass, wanting to squeeze the limp yet still sizable bulge deeper into Harry's crack. "Oh, that feels nice. Yeah, you're a much better catch that Jason." Of course, he couldn't really get much use out of a unconscious husk. With all of Harry's strength, the impostor flipped over, tossing Jason off, and stood up with Harry's nice, muscular legs.
Both hands on his hips, bulge hardening beneath Harry's swimwear, the impostor took in the feel of this powerful form. He ran a hand down his trimmed, short beard and let out a moan of pleasure. "Ohh, that feels so nice. So hot, too." Any more exploring would have to wait. It'd be a waste if all he did in this new form was just getting arrested again. "C'mon, Harry. We got a nice afternoon of getting too know each other," the impostor said under his breath as he walked over to the public restroom.
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