Body-a-Day #16: Shadow
“Ohhh, fuck yeah!” I said to myself, looking at my host in the mirror as I forced him to jack off while teasing his hole. “You like that? Yeah? You like me having my way with you again, whore?”
“Uncle…? What’re you doing? You knew I was arriving today, right?” I froze as an unfamiliar voice echoed in the room. I glanced back to see someone, probably my host’s nephew, peeking through the narrow slit of the open doorway. I followed his wide-eyed gaze to the inhuman shadow currently attached to his uncle.
That shadow which happened to belong to me.
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Sorry about the sudden opening, allow me to retrace my steps. Allow me to rewind back a few weeks again.
“Goddamnit!” I sighed and took a deep breath, knowing that my time in this hot and hunky host was coming to an end. His roommate had spotted me and nearly had a heart attack before quickly excusing himself, looking sick.
Have you ever met someone who—despite how they acted—still seemed to creep you out? It wasn’t their behavior or anything, it was just a vibe or an aura that seemed to follow them around? Well, my shadow was that kinda aura for me. Wherever I go, it’s right there beside me. And because my shadow always follows me, it tends to overshadow my host’s shadow. Rather, it merges with them, creating something that didn’t match the body I was inhabiting. In other words, I created a shadow that belonged to that of a monster. The limbs grew thicker and wilder, the silhouette distorted, and the color shifted enough that it was subtle yet still noticeable.
What this means is that all I can do is just enjoy the hosts that live like hermits. Though it’s not all that bad—just had a bit of a learning curve. Every once in a while—okay, so real often—I just want to explore their neat bodies and see how sensitive they really are when I’m inside. This apartment complex used to be the ideal place, but it was difficult due to how many apartments had too many people living in them. Economy must really be in shambles for four or five people to be living in such cramped spaces, but there was little I could do but vacate and try somewhere else.
With a sigh, I hopped from my host’s shadow and watched as he tumbled onto the floor, unconscious with his cock still leaking.
To make things easier, I decided to make my way into a small, rather rural town deeper in the south and what a choice it was! Forget the city, between all of the hunky farmers and farm hands I had access to, I regretted not coming by sooner. Before long, switching between them like someone would go through underwear throughout the week. I usually try to do it randomly, but sometimes I end up falling into a cycle.
But my constant masturbation can only get me so far. I need some kind of action. I don’t know why, but my sex drive just goes through the roof whenever I take any of these southern farm hunks over. Maybe if I bought a few toys…
I was in the middle of thinking that during one of my usual masturbation sessions wearing a nice hunk when the door suddenly opened. I was face-to-face with a younger guy whose shock was likely mirroring my own. Then, he looked down.
“Hey…” I followed his shifting gaze as it settled on my shadow—the one that clearly wasn’t his uncle’s. One that obviously couldn’t be one of a regular human’s. There were far too many thin limbs that seemed to ebb and flow in and out of reality. It almost seemed like it was some kind of effect—one that transcended the boundaries of what a normal two-dimensional shadow should’ve been capable of.
And this guy was just staring at it with a blank expression on his face. It was different from the usual reactions of terror that followed, but it still made me nervous. I stuttered out a few ridiculous words such as, “L-Like my new art piece…?” before just hanging my head in defeat. Such a shame, this was such a nice community to be a part of.
“So, who are you?” The stranger said that. Yes, he didn’t run. He didn’t cower. He looked at me with a slightly cocked head and slightly narrowed eyes and asked me a question. When I hesitated in responding, he continued, “You’re obviously not my uncle. So who actually are you?” And instead of leaving to get help, he approached me. He still retained a fair amount of distance between us. His body was tense, but mostly from caution rather than fear.
“My name? Um, for now, it’s your uncle’s name.” I closed my eyes and tried to access the memories of this body. “Carl Baker, for now. And you’re…?”
“Garcia Mendez,” the young man introduced himself. “So you’re not just some monster or beast pretending to be my uncle. Is he alive?” I nodded. “Good. Now then…” Garcia wandered over to one of the cabinets and pulled out two plates. “I’m starving. You’re not going anywhere anytime soon, right? What better way to get to know each other than with a hearty meal?”
Now I was scared. Just who the hell was this Garcia? Not only did he not fear me, he seemed interested in having some kind of pleasant conversation! As though some creature wasn’t inhabiting his uncle’s body and using it for his own devious pleasure.
When I explained all of that to Garcia over a pot of green tea and some fried chicken with mashed potatoes, he seemed confused. “I’ve seen weirder, to be honest.” When I asked him to elaborate, he just said, “There’s some things that just cannot be explained outside of college grounds.” I pressed on, desperately wanting to know more. Garcia rolled his eyes and said, “I’ve got a club that gets up to some shenanigans. Usually I’m the one that has to clean up after the newbies’ various messes.”
What I noticed while Garcia spoke is that he twirled his finger in the air and the tea seemed to follow his movements, as though he was conducting the liquid to stir itself. I jumped back, arms held up to protect me from whatever spirit he must’ve been commanding. He just laughed at my reaction.
The blood rushed to my face, and I saw down, scowling. “It’s amazing how quickly the tables turn,” I muttered, resting my borrowed head on this body’s meaty arms. “Usually folks run away at the mere sight of my shadow, but here you are making me feel like I’m gonna shit my pants anytime now.” I spoke casually with him, but truthfully I did feel like I needed to leave soon or he’d consume my soul.
Er, which I guess is all of me at this point.
“You wanna leave already?” asked Garcia, he leaned forward, stars dancing in his eyes. “I was hoping to get to talk to you some more.” He smiled, and for the first time, I really did feel like a guest in this community. “At the very least, finish your meal. Honestly, I’d rather you stay here until I finally get out. Spending several weeks with my straggot uncle isn’t exactly my idea of fun.”
Straggot? Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays? Well whatever, not like it means anything to me. However, if it meant that I didn’t have to give up this bombshell of a body, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to be here for a bit longer, right?
Hmm—yup. Mm-hm! Nothing wrong. Nothing at all. There was nothing that could possibly lead to any issues, certainly not how weird this guy was! Yeah, right! This guy's a creep.
“I dunno, I’ve always been quite the nomadic soul. Settling down for an extended period just isn’t my style,” I said, folding my borrowed arms behind my head and leaning back against the chair. Even in such a compromising and odd state, I couldn’t help but flex and smile in satisfaction at seeing the limb almost inflate with the muscle. This body was just brimming with masculinity. I think that’s what I had been missing the most since losing my physical form. Of course, I was never built quite like this body was, but I loved the sensation of being alive once again.
Garcia approached and placed a hand on his uncle’s possessed arm. I shivered at the sudden touch. Before I could protest, Garcia said, “Yeah, it feels like how I expected it to feel.” Then he cupped both of my borrowed pecs with his hands. I clenched my teeth in an effort to not moan, but I couldn’t help but sharply suck in the air. “Oh yeah, these two as well! Nice and firm, just like I thought. Still, they feel like very good stress balls, don’t you think?” We locked eyes and he smiled at me as though this wasn’t sexual harassment. When I voiced my eloquent thoughts out loud, Garcia tilted his head with faux innocence. “Sexual harassment? Hmm, personally I would say taking over another person and jerking off without their permission is a far more aggressive form of sexual harassment. Some would even consider it molestation, or even worse.”
Can’t believe he said that while still fondling this body. This guy really had no shame!
“And doing it while their nephew is over?" he continued, "Well, that’s just plain wrong, in my opinion.” The faux-innocence in Garcia’s voice was gone, and now he was just plain smirking.
“But, y’know, I’d be willing to look the other way if I got to have some fun.” He tapped his temple and said, “My memory just gets oh-so bad after I blow my load.” He chuckled dumbly as I narrowed my eyes at him.
I didn’t appreciate being blackmailed, but I figured there really was no reason to upset this guy and make the situation worse for myself. “Fine fine, I get it,” I told him, rolling my eyes and doing a double-bicep flex. “All I gotta do is satisfy you, right? It’s been a hot minute since I had sex, but I think I can do that.” Truth was, I never actually got laid back when I was alive, but Garcia didn’t need to know that.
We went over to his uncle’s bed. “Hmm, I think it’ll be best if we do some kind of roleplay scenario,” said Garcia with a naughty glint in his eyes.
I just sighed and agreed to it. “But I’m not a very good actor,” I warned him.
He gave a quick run-down on the assignment, and I got into position. I began pounding my meat while smelling his uncle’s pit, shouting obscenities into the air before Garcia walked in, mouth agape. “U-Uncle Carl?!” he said, tone far too robotic and still exaggerated at the same time.
“U-Uh, Garcia!” I hid my junk as best I could, but his uncle’s large cock made it difficult even with both of his meaty hands.
Despite looking quite shocked, Garcia smirked and slowly sauntered over to his uncle’s bed. “You’re all pent up living so far from modern civilization, aren’t you, uncle…?” he said, emphasizing the word ‘uncle’ in a depraved tone.
“Th-That’s not it…” I muttered, trying to play along as best he could. From the detail he provided me, it sounded like the guy really wanted some kinda scenario like this for a while, and I was his little key to getting it. “Could you… leave, p-please? I wanna save as much dignity as I still got.” But despite my pleadings, Garcia raised his leg and rested a knee by the foot of the bed.
He began crawling over until our noses were just inches from each other. I could feel his hot, desperate breath. The light in his eyes was nearly blinding. Before I could say another protest, he swooped in and gave me a quick kiss. I was beside myself as I felt his warm tongue press up against my own. I pulled away too quickly and lost my balance until I was flat on the bed.
Garcia didn’t shy away, though. He eagerly threw himself on top of me, grinding his bulge against my own. I moaned as I felt his cotton shorts rub against my cock. “Y-You’re fucking crazy,” I said, not even bothering to be in-character anymore. “This is your uncle, your uncle’s cock! A-And you’re getting off to this?!”
Garcia pressed his cheek against his uncle’s chest. Voice nonchalant, he merely said, “It’s nice to indulge in a stupid fantasy every once in a while,” as though this was something completely normal to do. “Some couples roleplay, some people hook up with every guy who’ll look their way, I like to use magic to fulfill some of these silly desires.” He fondled his uncle’s chest again, grinning like a madman while I trembled on the bed from the waves of erotic pleasures coursing through his uncle’s body. “And c’mon, this chest was meant to be fondled like this! Don’t tell me you haven’t been using it while jerking off.”
I avoided his gaze and stared up at the ceiling as I barely managed to utter, “N-No, I haven’t…” It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but I really had little experience besides just jerking off my dick and maybe twisting a nipple or two, but Carl’s entire chest felt like it’d make me cum on its own if it got touched and rubbed the right way.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I suddenly felt something trying to enter my eyes. I glanced down to see Garcia had spread these legs and was putting a finger up this virgin ass. “Haaah…! Ahhh…!” I brought a hand to my mouth and bit down on my fingers to keep from crying out. I had never been actually fucked before, and I was starting to get scared.
Garcia must’ve noticed, began he leaned in and gently pushed my hand away. “I won’t hurt you, uncle Carl. Promise.” And he softly caressed my cheek with his free hand. Although he kept up that ridiculous wordplay, I could tell there was some sincerity in his words. Did he know it was my first time? Was he trying to make sure I wouldn’t cry out or did he truly care? I wasn’t sure, but I did know that—for that small moment—the affection in his eyes was for me. Even though it was likely some odd and messed up love and frustration towards his family, he—in a roundabout way—desired me.
How long had it been since I felt another’s touch? “Nrgh, ahh…!” I moaned, eyes shut as I tried to gyrate my hips and spread my hole as best I could. His finger was cold and covered in lube, and he thrust slowly as it was this body’s first time.
“You’re doing great,” he whispered.
And I believed him. For whatever reason, I fully believed him.
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There was only so much I could withstand with a body that still had a virgin hole. After agreeing to suck his cock to get him off, the two of us were spooning on his uncle’s bed. Shame had long-since left the building. “You’ll get better,” Garcia whispered in my ears, pressing his still-hard cock against this stolen crack. “We’ve got the whole summer to practice.” His arms, despite being smaller than the one I possessed, were wrapped tightly around my torso. I blushed.
“Idiot… the whole summer?” I thought back and said, “It’d be the longest I’ve ever been inside one host.”
The sun was behind us, and I could see my shadow writhing and shifting before us. Yet Garcia didn’t seem to mind. He had hardly mentioned it since. “So you’ll stay?” he asked. I gingerly nodded. “Great, you’ll need a different name, though. I don’t wanna call you ‘uncle Carl’ while you’re here. I’d rather you two were distinct.”
A name…? Thinking back on it, it’s been decades since I had been called anything other than what my hosts were named. So much so that any name I did have back when I was alive were utterly lost to me.
I choked back a sob. Garcia’s grip on me tightened, as though I would float away. My name, I kept thinking, I forgot my name! So much of my previous life was gone now, and my forgotten name was the final straw. I was truly just a ghost haunting this world. I knew I could hardly be called a human, but this…? Some part of me still believed I was a human—a person.
“If you can’t remember, then just make one up yourself,” said Garcia. He made it sound so easy. How could you take something so fundamental about a person, strip it away, and then just rename him? “People change their names, identities, and bodies all the time,” he continued. “You’re not special that way. In fact, you’re kinda ordinary.” I wasn’t facing him, but I could feel that damn smirk of his crawling into his face as he spoke. “The real freak here is me, not you. You’ve just got a weird shadow, that’s all. So, what’ll it be? Your new name. C’mon, I wanna know! I wanna know!” He blew on my neck, eliciting another moan from me. Goddamn, what part of his uncle wasn’t sensitive?
Still, I did appreciate it. It was truly hard to feel down when Garcia was here. I sighed and told him, “Give me the rest of the day to think, at least.”
“Why? If you don’t like it, then you can always just change it and start over. Us humans are like that, y’know. If something sucks, just change your mind and do something else.”
I guess that’s what it meant to be young. Still, Garcia wasn’t wrong. I shut my eyes as sleep began to overtake me. But, for the first time in my life, I went to sleep with another’s shadow intertwined with my own.
