Kenny Cormick.
Kenny and you, along with Eric and Kyle, go way back. You two have known each other since kindergarten. He's the daredevil who has a keen interest in playing pranks. It's a miracle that you two are still close friends, despite many of your elementary classmates leaving town.
You floated in the air and made your way to the edge of town where the poor neighborhood is. The financial struggles of Kenny are well-known to your circle of friends. But that never stopped any of you from forming a close bond with him.
You entered his house and found Mr. and Mrs. Cormick passed out on the sofa, both with empty light beers around them. It's a medical mystery as to why they haven't died from alcohol poisoning given how they spend most of their earnings on alcohol. You floated to Kenny's bedroom where you saw him plop down on his bed. It's late and it seems he arrived from his midnight part-time job recently. He's still wearing his work uniform.
You didn't bother looking at Kenny for long. The thought of controlling his body didn't make you waste any second of dawdling. You pounced on his body and quickly melted inside. He was quick to notice something wrong. But time was not on his side. Before he could scream, you'd already controlled his head. That control reached outwards, and before you know it, you were already blinking with his blue eyes.
That's odd. You remember Kenny having green eyes. But no matter…
You took control of Kenny's body. And what else to do other than strip his body naked? You've seen him naked before. He has a penchant for streaking back in elementary. He was a child back then and thought it was a good way to make the professors angry and flustered. It's been so long since you've seen his naked skin, let alone the entirety of his face. You see, Kenny has this overgrown parka that he loves so much. He'd often pull down the straps too tightly, which would cover most of his face. The only time you'd get to see his handsome mug is when he's wearing other clothes.
Your reflection is now that of a man with golden locks and blue eyes. It's weird to say that blue suits Kenny.
Your voice – no, Kenny's voice, huffs under this cold temperature. In time, you've realized why he loves his parka so much. His house has no heating, and it's his way of keeping himself warm. But tonight, you have other ways to keep yourself warm.
Despite the cold, the rapid beating of your heart is keeping your blood running and alive. Your fingers traveled all over your body, discovering all the changes to your old skin. Your stomach may not be muscular, but the hours of menial labor are doing wonders for the muscles of the area (if you discount the fatigue).
Between your legs, Kenny's crotch springs awake. It's no larger than your old one, but from the way you felt its sensitivity, you've come to know how Kenny is neglecting this package of his. Slowly, you peeled the foreskin. You jerked your dick slowly but gained speed with time. You moaned ever so softly with Kenny's voice. But soon, you gave form to your random moans. You spoke of your name, your real name. Hearing it come from Kenny's voice is making you harder than you expected. You've never lusted after him, but now you are.
As you came nearer to a close, your voice became hoarse. In the reflection, you saw how pink and bubbly your cheeks are. Your golden hair is now down from sweat. Your body is ablaze with this warmth coming inside you. Then suddenly, hot guzzling cum sprang out of your dick and into the air. It's like your head is breaking apart with how sensitive Kenny's dick is.
You lay down on your bed, your dick still spraying cum everywhere. The fatigue from work and pleasuring yourself is crashing down from every direction. You could not even lift a finger.