Ahmed felt strange in this new, smaller body. Jason was a sharp enough dresser that his clothes still clung tightly to his leaner frame, and you could even see bits of the six-pack through the shirt. But Ahmed couldn’t help miss the bulk he had had before. It also felt incredibly strange being a different ethnicity; luckily, Jason didn’t have any accent and his voice was just as low-pitched as Ahmed’s, but his mouth was still differently shaped enough to present its own challenges with speech. Combined with the slightly taller but significantly thinner frame, Ahmed’s new body took some getting used to. At least he had seriously lucked out and gotten the body of someone who was, conventionally, very attractive.
He walked into the club. Jason looked through the eyes that Ahmed now had control over and balked at what he saw. Hundreds of guys, half of them grinding on one another or making out rather violently, and a good amount of them shirtless or even wearing leather straps, filled the room from wall to wall. He shuddered at the thought of what Ahmed might do with his body.
Ahmed headed for the bar. He almost ordered a margarita, but then he realized his new body might not be able to handle its liquor as well as his old one could. It was alright, though, because he had just caught a glimpse of a face he had only ever seen in mirrors and photos. Trent was at the very end of the bar, spying the crowd, evidently looking for yet another body to absorb. Ahmed walked over to him, and sat next to him.
“Hey there, handsome” he said, moving his fingers over the now Arab man’s thick hands.
Trent responded with a brief “sup” before turning his attention back to the crowd. His hand didn’t move.
“You looking for some fun tonight?” Ahmed said seductively.
Trent withdrew his hand. “Hmm? Oh. Nah, not really” he said, obviously uninterested in the cute Indian guy paying him so much attention. His attention seemed to be focused on a much more muscular Hispanic guy in the middle of the dance floor. A man who looked remarkably like Trent did now. He certainly has a type, Ahmed thought. He stood up and walked away.
Trent’s was almost drooling with lust at the sight of the handsome Hispanic man he was looking at. The way his body moved to the music, the way his pecs pushed outward against his shirt, nearly unbuttoning it; it was almost too much for Trent to handle. He caught the man’s gaze twice, and gave him a remarkably sexy wink and smirk, but the man seemed annoyed if anything, and began deliberately averting Trent’s gaze. Maybe he wasn’t into arab guys, Trent thought. He knew how to deal with that though. He stood up and went outside to an alleyway, making sure no one followed him. His skin began liquifying and turning lighter. He reabsorbed his clothes and grew out a tight cover of leather, a suit that his muscles (which were still Ahmed’s larger ones instead of Ryan’s) and very large boner almost uncomfortably pressed against. But since the leather was also under his control, the straining turned him on even more, so he definitely didn’t mind. He turned around and flexed, his second leather skin squeaking as it strained to contain the muscle. When he turned around though, Trent saw a petrified face about five feet from where he was standing; a young twink had seen his transformation. Fuck. Trent sighed, gave a resigned smirk, and walked forward and touched the young twink, who instantly dissolved into a puddle of flesh, which Trent was careful to step around as he reentered the bar.
Meanwhile, Ahmed knew how he might get in Trent’s bed again. He had seen Trent leave, and while he was gone, he had begun flirting with the hot Hispanic guy, whose name was Carlos and who, it seemed, was very attracted to thinner, younger guys. He put on a very sexy act and led Carlos to the bathroom with a wink. Carlos followed Ahmed into a stall and closed the door behind them. As soon as it was locked, he hoised Ahmed’s new Indian body up, holding him by the waist, and plunged his tongue into his mouth. He was met by a rush of some strange liquid. He fell back in terror. Ahmed grabbed the sides of Carlos’s face, and within milliseconds, Carlos had completely lost control of his body. But Ahmed hadn’t let go of Jason’s body either, which he had grown to like and become accustomed to. He was staring at both Jason and Carlos through the other’s eyes, and realized just how sexy both bodies were. He figured he at least owed Carlos a good time, so in both bodies he grabbed the other one, began making out, and inside the stall began stripping each other’s clothes off, feeling up his two bodies, licking each other’s uncut dicks, and finally, pushing Carlos’s throbbing member into Jason’s Virgin ass. Ahmed was in ecstasy, Carlos was enjoying the ride, and Jason was screaming as loudly as he possibly could. When it was all over, he decided he may as well suck himself out of Jason’s body. He brought the two smoking hot men together again for a kiss and channeled everything into Carlos. Apparently he sucked Jason out as well, though, because Jason’s body crumpled into an empty skinsuit, and he could still hear some screaming in the back of his mind. He packed the suit up, hid it in underneath a tile to take home later, and walked out, greeting the face that had stolen his original body with a wink.