Living with someone so similar and yet so different always caused conflicts. It was far too easy to see someone like that and begin projecting one's own flaws onto them—as people tend to do.
Sam and Carrie were a pair much like that. They attended same university, the same clubs, and even shared many of the same classes. Just before moving in together, they were basically best friends and deeply enjoyed each other’s company.
Then the new semester began, as did their struggles trying to live under a single roof.
On a normal Saturday with little exams nearby, Sam awoke and immediately rushed to gather all her bathroom supplies. Luckily, Carrie had been out late with her boyfriend, (Sam had to wear earplugs as the walls weren’t thick enough. They never were…) so Sam could have full monopoly on the bathroom for most of the morning.
Sam stepped into the bathroom, set down her supplies, and pulled the curtain back.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Then, after a few moments… “CARRIEEEEEEEE!”
Carrie was having a good morning sleeping in only for her roommate, Sam, to burst into her room, shaking with indignation. Carrie shot up and began rubbing her eyes awake with the palms of her hands. “Urgh… what? It’s like 5 AM right now, whore.”
“It’s 8, actually,” said Sam before revealing what she was holding behind her back. “Look!” she said. It was the skin of Carrie’s boyfriend gripped between two fingers. The hollow skin wobbled before Sam tossed it onto the foot of Carrie’s bed. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t give a shit what you do with your boyfriend, but do not leave his skin in the shower. I nearly had a heart attack…!”
Carrie rolled her eyes as she grabbed the skin and began putting it on. “Seriously?! In front of me?” hissed Sam, but Carried ignored her.
Slipping on Kyle was always nice. He was a dumb college jock with delusions of playing in the NFL or whatever in the future. Carrie didn’t really pay too much attention to whatever numbers of stats he was talking about, but she liked seeing the dumb look on his face and loved the feeling of wearing his muscular body to cruise around. For whatever reason, Kyle’s hole never lost its tightness. Getting some nice cock back there felt a thousand times better than having sex with Kyle for half a minute before he finished and started snoring.
“Whatever, brah,” said Carrie as she finished putting the suit on and her voice immediately deepened. God, how much she enjoyed even just abusing Kyle’s dumb, slow voice to make Sam seethe like she was right now. Perhaps that vein on her forehead would finally pop. “Like you don’t do weird shit with your boyfriend,” he said, resting her head on Kyle’s hands, armpits exposed.
“Low blow,” snarled Sam, deliberately avoiding Carrie’s… well, now Kyle’s… smug stare. There was something so disturbing about a man with clear and intense amounts of brain damage to have such a focused gaze. “What I do with Harry is none of your business.”
“None of my business? Countless! Sleepless! Nights!” Carrie cried out, running Kyle’s hands through his immaculate hair. Sam looked to the side to confirm something. Yes, just as she thought, the semester started just two weeks ago. “Don’t look at the calendar,” snapped Carrie. “Look at me. I’m suffering right here. ‘Ohhh, Sammy! Get in there! Right through my asshole and make me play and cum all over myself!’” Carrie grimaced as she thought back to the time she had accidentally walked in on Sam possessing her boyfriend. Her slimy form was fucking three of his holes at the same time while taking him over. Sometimes she awoke in a cold sweat thinking back to that night. “Like, don’t you think that’s disgusting?”
“N-Not as much as trying to take a shower and seeing Kyle’s skin just, like, hanging there! If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought it was a dead body. I wouldn’t even mind it so much if you didn’t leave him just lying around the place. And that noise he makes when you ‘reinflate’ him.” Sam shivered as she thought back to that day. Never in her life did she even come remotely close to wondering what a ‘reverse meat-grinder’ (Carrie’s words, not hers) could possibly sound like, but thanks to Carrie she no longer needed to. She didn’t sleep well that night, and then seriously considered becoming vegan afterwards. “Urgh! Please, we have got to talk about boundaries.”
Before the argument could spiral even further, Bing Bong! went the doorbell's chime. “Well?” said Carrie, folding his impressive arms over his chest. “Can’t exactly answer the door as Kyle, can I?”
Sam sighed and walked to the front door. She really wished this morning had gone differently, but perhaps later she could turn it around. The semester just started, after all.
Once she arrived at the door, she took a look through the peephole and then groaned. On the other side was a pair of men that likely attended the same university. At the very least, Sam knew the two were her neighbors from the adjacent apartment. Their irate expressions were only slightly betrayed by their bleary-eyed gazes and bags under their eyes.
Taking a second to calm down and put on her friendliest expression and answered the door with a melodic, “Good morning!”
“Can you and your roommate shut your fucking traps?”
There was truly no hope. No hope to salvage this day whatsoever. “I-I’m sorry. I think I must’ve misheard you. Come again?” said Sam, struggling to keep her tone civilized. Was her vein showing? She really hoped not.
“No no, you heard him just fine,” said the man next to him, arms crossed and glaring down at Sam. “These walls ain’t that thick, we can hear you annoying sluts arguing every morning. We’re reporting your asses to the owner of this place.”
His voice wasn't loud enough to be called ‘yelling’ but it still brought back bad memories of Sam’s father during her childhood. On instinct, Sam hugged her left arm where the faintest scar was still visible on her arm. It was why she always preferred wearing long-sleeved shirts.
“Report?” A different, deep voice shook Sam. She turned around and gasped. Carrie arrived, clad in Kyle’s bodysuit, a pair of socks, and nothing else. Kyle’s cock, still quite long despite being flaccid, swung like pendulum as he lazily strut over. The two neighbors flinched at the sight and used their hands to avert their eyes. “Honestly you two chuckle-fucks should be the ones getting reported, harassing this distressed young lady. Don’t you have any shame? Fuck off.”
The two men left, but muttered stuff like “White knight,” and, “… still gonna report this…” before they were completely out of earshot. Sam shut the door and threw herself onto the worn-out sofa.
“Urgh…! Need something for this migraine.”
“What you need to do is give me a hand teaching those pricks a lesson,” said Carrie. Sam looked up and nearly chuckled at the sight of Kyle’s body with his hands resting on his hips and his body making a scowl that would never fit his scruffy face. “They keep me up all night with their stupid computer games and constantly speaking about their damn ‘cryo-curry.’”
“‘Crypto-currency,” corrected Sam. “But, you are right. They’re pissing me off, too. Plus, I really don’t feel like getting reported to the building’s owner. What do you think we should do?”
“Really?” said Carrie, one of Kyle’s eyebrows quirked. “We’ve got this gift and you’re not gonna go ahead and use it, girl? C’mon!” she said, tossing Kyle’s arms up in the air in exasperation. Then, she pinched a bit of loose skin on his neck, and soon Kyle’s face began to deflate. A slit formed on his chest, and Carrie began to shed Kyle’s skin off like a jacket. It was always odd, seeing someone clothed emerge from someone who wasn’t.
“Ignoring your talents and skills doesn’t make you humble, y’know. It just makes you arrogant," said Carrie in a serious, heavy tone Sam hadn't heard from her before. "Honestly, I think it’s kinda shameful to think you can just hang around normal people pretending you’re not some magical bitch—sorry, magical witch. It’s like a pro-athlete playing pick-up games with a bunch of middle-aged salary-men playing after their shift. Think about all those people desperate to have a talent like yours, and here you are wasting it." Carrie shrugged. "It's a shame, really. Beautiful and skilled girls like you and me come around only once in a lifetime."
Sam didn’t respond. She knew Carrie was wrong and shouldn’t be saying this sort of stuff, but there was something so intoxicating about her words. For a while, she hesitated. For so much of her life she had tried to repel the ‘abnormal’ tag so many others tried to place on her, with little to no avail. And yet, here came Carrie trying to shame her for that, as if trying to fit in was some kind of crime!
But, was Sam really so abnormal if someone like her was quite literally in the same room? “… I’m not arrogant,” she said. “But, I see your point. Just this once, let’s do it.”
It wasn’t difficult for two college-aged girls to convince two college-aged virgins to let them inside. So after a bit of planning Sam and Carrie walked over to the apartment next door and rang the doorbell. Sam let Carrie handle most of the work. “Like, hi!” said Carrie, making sure her voice was particularly high-pitched to get their guard down. “Listen, me and my roomie over here are so so soooo embarrassed about what’s been going on…” so on and so on she went, making sure to brown-nose the two guys the whole time. Eventually, she was able to step on through so that she could, “Really show how thankful I am the two of you haven’t reported us yet~!” said Carrie, pouting at the two.”
As soon as the two girls were inside and the door was shut, Carrie leapt into action. A quick flash of steel later, and one of the guys could only gawk in horror at the knife suddenly through his neck and the lack of blood. Already, he could barely move, barely think. Any chance of resisting was over as soon as he let Carrie through the door.
Before his roommate could even scream, Sam was already tackling the guy to the floor. She plunged her right arm, already melting into a pile of pink goo, into her target’s mouth and began flooding herself inside of him.
The one Carrie skinned was a man named Fernando. He was some kind of business major, but she really didn’t care. All she was worried about was just how much mass she had gain since putting him on. “Ohhh, now this feels good,” she said, taking a selfie using the mirror in his room. “He’s got even more mass than that other guy I grabbed. I might have to borrow him more often.”
Sam, in the mean, was sitting down on the living room and trying to calm herself down. She often tried not too abuse the spells and magics she had learned, but there was something so utterly addicting about taking another man’s flesh like this. The sensations, the way his body moved with such musculature, even the skin! God, the way his skin felt was so alien compared to how she usually felt. And these thoughts circling through his head. “I’m Sam, but… I’m also Alan. Alan…” The way this guy said his own name felt comfortable. So right. She wiggled his toes and flexed his arms as she kept repeating the name to herself. “Alan, Alan… ahaha…! I’m Alan!”
God, even just feeling his stomach and pinching felt hot.
“And also horny,” giggle Carrie as she left her host’s room. Sam looked down and tried covering up her erection that was starting to peek through her host’s boxers. “C’mon, Sammy! No need to be shy. We got work to do, anyway.” Carrie grabbed her host’s phone and waved it around. “Took a quick look through this guy’s memories. Apparently your host has a tri-pod we can use. Turns out he’s a wannabe streamer. Feel like making these guys wannabee porn-stars online?”
Sam hesitated, but there was little reason to do so when these new hands brushed up against her boner just a little too tight. Instantly, her whole borrowed tensed as a surge of erotic pleasure coursed throughout her system. She had felt similarly when she took her boyfriend’s body, but doing so in a different body meant this was a whole other world of sensations and possibilities. “F-Fine, let’s do it…!”
Living with someone so similar and yet so different from you was always a challenge. But two petty people could always come together against the world. In this case, it was a hate for annoying men and a love for abusing their nice bodies.
"NRGH! Yeah, fuck yeah, bro!" shouted Carrie as Sam filled Fernando's hole with Alan's thick, fat cock. "Keep pounding me, fuck fuck!" Carrie kept saying, making sure Fernando's cock was clearly in the shot.
"Keep moaning, slut!" shouted Sam, slapping Fernando's ass with one hand while gripping his thighs and pulling him into her thrusts with the other.