Veilbreaker - Shapeshifter
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Veilbreaker - Shapeshifter
All the magical creatures hid in the Upside Down when being among humans was no longer safe, when it was more of a danger than the peaceful coexistence they had enjoyed so many times before…
Or at least, almost all the creatures did. Some decided to stay, those with the perfect tools to keep their “disguises” in order without raising a single suspicion of their true nature. The most common were the ghosts; they didn't need to hide, they could literally make themselves invisible to the naked eye, hidden right under humans' noses and possessing them whenever they pleased. Although there were also other beings who had a much greater facility for disguise, literally.
Shapeshifters were a subspecies of humans, such as bodyjumpers and beacon souls, though with far greater control over their powers. Being "relatives" to the human race, they began to reproduce little by little, perhaps not to the point of being superior to ordinary humans, but finding a place in a society that was completely unaware of them.
Tom was a normal guy, like any other. He'd been at university for almost a semester, had a huge student debt he was dealing with, felt that he wasn't always the brightest among his classmates, and that all of this was undoubtedly going to be harder for him than for the others. He was always distracted by other things, oh, and he was a shapeshifter. The first part of his life passed normally. He was curious, somewhat extroverted, and quite funny. He had the typical problems of his age, like that yearning to grow up, to be someone in life. Everything proceeded normally until adolescence, when his true nature surfaced after he accidentally shapeshifted into one of his classmates. From then on, his transformations were fairly innocent: changing teachers to alter his grades, or passing himself off as classmates to skip class or run away from school. It wasn't until university that he discovered the true "hidden potential" of his abilities.
He wasn't ugly; in fact, he was quite attractive, muscular, tall, with a perfect smile and well-groomed hair, athletic. So why was he changing his appearance so frequently? It was quite simple.
The adrenaline rush of the moment. Changing his appearance was a growing challenge of discovery: new pecs, new biceps, or what he loved most, new scents. Every human being had their own musk, that essence that belonged to them and only them, and for Tom, that was the best part of all.
Being able to sniff himself and discover a completely new scent, new armpits, a new odor and perspiration on demand, how it burned his nostrils, or conversely, a warm, fruity aroma welcoming him. Accompanied by the new shape of his arms, his pecs or abs, with thinner or wider thighs.
He loved exploring himself for hours in the mirror, flexing, making ridiculous faces, or just being silly, in fact…
That was the other thing he loved. Taking on someone else's form and "forcing" them to do things he would never do even if he were crazy, walking around the gym with his pants around his knees, flirting with a teacher, or with some guy when the body he inhabited proclaimed itself as a perfect heterosexual macho. It was a feeling that drove him wild.
There wasn't much innocence left in stepping into someone else's shoes, and in fact… That was helping him get out of his financial troubles. Between studying, training, and living his own life, there wasn't much room left for a part-time job, so… why not become his own boss?
He was studying computer science, so it wasn't too difficult to create an online dating app with one key difference. It was for people interested in spending a good amount of money on a date, and not necessarily a one-night stand; some just wanted company, a friend, or someone to talk to (and maybe even grope). He had organized his various people like clothes in a display case. All kinds of body types, ethnicities, personalities, and styles, from skinny nerds with that know-it-all charm, to his athletic classmates, and even an occasional professor.
He just had to be discreet about his changes, his true identity, and no one would know. What would be wrong with that? Well, there was the fact that at any moment they could see the real person and make the situation quite awkward, besides other moral issues, but that was another matter; he needed the money. And it wasn't wrong to take someone else's body for a walk just for a little while, was it? It wasn't like he was possessing them against their will!
And generally, Tom loved bodies that were thinner and shorter than his own. It was a strange feeling, but… Exercise could allow him to become stronger or even lose some fat and muscle, but he could never alter his bone mass, he couldn't become shorter, or change his physique – well, at least not in the conventional way.
— Woah, Jake, you look great – he smiled, lifting his shirt and pulling the collar up to the back of his neck to expose his pecs. He gently squeezed them between his palms; they were soft and round.
Jake was Tom's teammate on the sports team. He was a rookie, short but still had a good, slender build. He was just starting to add muscle to his form, but the shapeshifter was loving being him. Feeling his bones rearrange themselves more lightly, the excess muscle and fat reintegrating at a cellular level to form a new body, the smell… Everything had changed, from his feet to the smallest strand of hair. When he was first discovering his power, it hurt how awful it was to change shape, but now, in the blink of an eye, he could take on the appearance of someone else, clothes and all.
— I have to admit, it's fun being in your skin – he chuckled before slapping his chest. The mass moved like jelly, trembling even more when he laughed deeply, delighted.
He'd received a booking for a date with Jake. He didn't know the client at all, but luckily for him, he was about fifteen kilometers away from the university area. He had no idea who the guy was, but he just wanted him to put his feet in his face, literally.
It seemed his new client shared his taste in smells, and the sweatier things got, the better.
The real Jake had unexpectedly left for home about three states away because his grandmother or aunt had fallen ill and he had to go see her, which gave Tom free rein to impersonate him without worrying about running from him. He mentally changed his clothes, putting on something more suitable for sweating and ending up with trembling legs after squatting until he was exhausted; a backwards baseball cap, a white tank top, and tight pants were the perfect combo for the occasion.
He moved confidently around the gym. It was strange to see Jake so self-assured, shoulders back, chest out, winking at the occasional guy who passed by (especially considering Jake supposedly had a girlfriend who went to another university in the area; no one had actually seen her, and most thought she was just an imaginary girlfriend). And now Tom was acting so… free in his own skin. He wouldn't silence those rumors any longer.
He lifted weights with force, flexing those arms, even just for more… mischief. He added a little muscle, enjoying watching them grow and bulge. Tom made sure the guy gasped and made some rather… conspicuous noises.
— Mgh! Ah… Yes, just like that – his velvety tongue did all the work. Other athletes stared at him, puzzled, his rear end flexed, swaying from side to side like a hypnotic bubble inviting them to taste it – Mfhh, yesss!
Sweat began to seep from his pores like a spring, his skin pearly white, and he wasn't even halfway through his workout. But he loved it, feeling the moisture settled in his armpits, beneath his pecs, how his t-shirt was getting wet and clinging to his body. He made sure to lift his shirt whenever he could to let everything "air out" properly.
One more performance and Jake would get kicked out of the gym for public indecency.
But that was the least of his worries. What he really cared about was getting as wet and smelly as possible. He could already smell the faint scent of his tool, how his thick thighs rubbed against that obelisk that was slowly awakening, with its heavy balls, also laden with that spicy musk.
To Tom's surprise, Jake's stench wasn't fruity or mild as he'd expected from a guy with an "angel face"; on the contrary, it was strong, potent. More musky than anything, rancid and sour like vinegar, his armpits were already heavy and sweaty, his feet were following the same path, shit, he felt all wet and smelly, but that's what he was loving most.
— Mmm, wow, man, you really sweat – he chuckled softly, flexing his biceps and licking his lips as he glanced at himself in the mirror.
He loved the difference between his new weight and muscle mass. Now he was light and slender, he'd lost almost 10 cm in height, and his center of gravity felt more stable. He was no longer the burly, giant he was used to being.
He felt short, and he loved it.
And the contrasting idea of being short but having a much stronger odor appealed to him even more. He did a couple more exercises, adding more mass and muscle wherever it looked best. He made sure to build up his pecs a bit more, his thighs, his hips, and even added about five extra centimeters "down there". When he finished, exhausted, with beads of sweat covering his entire body and almost breathless, he knew he was finally ready.
That customer had better be ready for what was coming. His feet were begging for attention, and he'd be more than happy to have them pressed against his nose and then slapped against his armpit, ha.
He could have some fun with Jake after that. He wasn't in any hurry to return to his old form. He could even go train and let the other teammates have their fun with him.
But in the end, he could be whoever he wanted, without limits or constraints. He truly loved his power; it was the best thing in the world! What more could he want?
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