Pickle said that his current body gives him discounts from old ladies at the store. It has its other perks as well. Such as carrying four bags of groceries on each bicep and one more on each hand. He’s red all over and veins are popping in his temple. Timothy helped Pickle get inside the caravan. He also helped him arrange the groceries where he took notice of the abundance of stationery supplies and coffee. It took them thirty minutes to arrange everything. Pickle said that he didn’t get a discount this time - the cashier was a grumpy old guy who gave him a stink eye when he came in. But he got hungry looks from men in their roofless cars. As much as he wants to respond to their provocations, he’s carrying raw poultry and he won’t let it spoil in this heat.
After arranging, Pickle gave Timothy a pair of gloves and a sponge.
“It has been a while since I last cleaned the bodies upstairs, so you’re going to help me clean them. We’re not going to clean all of them, just a few that we can handle till sunset. Is that okay with you?” Pickle said.
Timothy nodded. He helped Pickle carry all the supplies - liquid soaps, bowls and dippers, and shampoos. There’s a lot of them and somehow, more appeared every time he returned downstairs. Nevertheless, Timothy managed by carrying more than he thought he can. He wore the gloves and apron and started at the person upfront - a hairy guy twice his height and weight. And boy did he stink, especially in his pits.
“Even though they are in stasis, they are still living and as you can see, they are still sweating and such?” Pickle said as he scrubbed the underarms or a woman with buxom zeppelins on her chest.
“Do they pee or shit?”
“They used to, even if they don’t eat anything, but I learned of a complex spell that teleports their excrements into the ocean. Sometimes, I’d modify the spell to send their shit on those who owe me. Or people who annoy me.”
Timothy gulped. He’s sure to remember not to get on his bad side. Or he’ll find shit in his coffee.
“Can’t you do the same for their sweat?” Timothy finished scrubbing the man’s burly chest so he moved downstairs on his groin and ass. Despite barely living, the groin is still warm to touch. And fuck. It can still get hard. Timothy tried to pull the man 8 inch and growing hard-on but it only served to make it even bigger.
“Oh no, dear Tim. It’s not as simple as that. You see, pee goes out of one hole and so does shit. Sweat, on the other hand, is excreted by thousands of holes in your skin. I learned that decades ago from a professor in Europe.”
Timothy looked over at Pickle’s progress and saw that he’s half-way through his second body. He must be used to cleaning since he owns this place.
“That means you had to clean them every day?”
“Hmmm… No. I clean them when I feel like it. But you’re here and I believe you’ll be able to clean them in my place while I do the more important stuff like getting more bodies.”
If it’s just cleaning people every day in exchange for shelter and food, why not?
Timothy rinsed the man with cold sud-free water. The lack of any notion about how cold drenched over him unnerved Timothy. But no matter. He should get used to it if he’s going to do it every day. Timothy looked over the next person and it’s another man with a forest-worth thick of chest hair. He looked behind and realized that it’s a row of hairy men arranged by the length of their dick. And he thought the first one already has a big dick, what more could be the last man’s length be?
“Speaking of, where do you get these bodies?” Timothy asked.
“Lots of places. In the past, I used to trade with people. I believe you’ve heard stories about parents exchanging their children for goods. Most of the time, it’s not children they exchange with, rather, they give me their slaves or prisoners. Some would even go far to give me their parents. Then a few decades ago, you humans started fighting on a global scale. I don’t know the reason but I capitalized on that opportunity. I’d go to active war zones, nab their bodies before their death. So as you can see, the warehouse mostly has men in it. There are not too many women here, are they?”
He was right. Timothy looked around and there are only a handful of women grouped at the far sides of the warehouse. It’s mostly brusque men condensed in the front and middle of the room while old and younger boys are grouped in the rears.
“There aren’t any wars now, so where do you get new bodies?”
“Hospitals - I go around them disguised as a doctor and enchant bodies so they won’t rot after they die. Then I dig them out of their graves, which you’re going to help me soon. Not today, but preferably under the new moon.”
Timothy finished his current work while Pickle was already finished with his column. Timothy’s arms are getting sore already and he realized that this body is not used to this line of work. So, he had an idea. He’s going to swap to another body. A new body means replenished stamina and muscles. So amongst the bodies, who did he swap with?