"Hey, Ty, I know you're hungry. I'll let you have these two, and I'll go join the party," Graham says picking
up the quarterback's clothing that lays strewn on the floor. If Patrick had looked that direction, he would
have seen his clothing floating without visible means of support, and then go right through the solid locked
door as if it was air.
On the other side of the door, Patrick materialized - or rather his doppleganger materialized. Graham had no
fear that there might be two Patricks at the party. He could the supernatural bond that Tyler used to seal
the room. No one in or out, until Tyler was done.
In the bedroom, Tyler waved his hand, and Patrick yawned, stretched, and fell asleep. Tyler walked through
the bathroom door, and through the shower door, and into Carly. She yelped, and passed out as her inferior
consciousness crouched in a fetal position in the dark recesses of her mind. Tyler enjoyed the shower. So this
is what it felt like to be a woman. He turned off the shower, dried off, and went back into bedroom where
Patrick slept.
Carly snapped her fingers, and Patrick sat bolt upright. His cock was upright too. He had never felt so horny.
He was all over Carly, but somehow she ended up on top, and when he penetrated her pussy he blew his load
immediately, and he kept blowing it. Carly seemed to be growing larger and larger, and the throbbing sound in
his head grew louder. Was he stroking out?
"No, Patrick, you're not stroking out, and I'm not Carly. You remember Tyler?" Tyler's voice said coming out
of Carly's luscious lips. The image of Tyler's human face appeared superimposed on Carly's. Tiny wimpy
Patrick now weighed less than 100 lbs, as superhumanly strong Carly picked him up, and began to force him
inside her. He screamed it wasn't possible. He had to be dreaming. Then darkness overwhelmed him. He was
liquid energy, and he was absorbed.
Carly collapsed a sweaty mess sound asleep on the bed. A loud queaf emitted from her vagina as she lay there.
Tyler laughed and materialized. He walked over to the full length mirror, and examined himself. He was even
buffer now that Patrick's essence had been absorbed. He scratched his left ball. He saw the wrinkles on it
moving. A bubble pushed outward stretching the skin. It became the silently screaming face of Patrick pressed
taut against the skin.
"I guess I could say you were just Freddie Kruegered, Patrick," he said fondly his testical containing
Patrick.
It was like a scene out of Nightmare on Elm Street. Patrick was dreaming. He had sex. He disappeared and was
trapped inside his tormentor. Ty snapped his fingers, and appeared fully clothed in his new buffer form. He
opened the door and went downstairs to join the party.
Graham as Patrick was drinking the other players under the table. He had 10 empty shot glasses in front of
him, and was downing his 11th. The others were following suit. Tyler grinned and headed out to the Jacuzzi.
By the time he reached it, he was properly dressed in a swimsuit.
Carly came to, and got dressed. She tried the door, but it wouldn't open. She pounded on the door, but the
music was too loud. Then she remembered that Patrick's bathroom connected to Patrick's brother's Mike's room.
So she rejoined the party through that room.
"Hey, Patrick, what's the meaning of leaving me alone in bed?" she demanded of Graham as Patrick.
"Hey, Ty, nice outfit," he said.
"Did you just call me, Ty? I think I must've banged my head. I remember being in the shower, and then I was
lying on the bed, and I don't remember anything in between, and now I'm hearing things?" she shook her head
and sat down.
Graham thought to Ty, "Why didn't you consume her too?"
"Her essence is too ditzy, but if you want to possess her, she's easy and a fun ride," Tyler thought back.
"Shay, Patrick, uh, I know this sounds kinda weird, but ya ever done it with a guy?"
Graham grinned, and replied, "Why Keith are you volunteering?"
The other four drinkers were all too out of it to notice, as Patrick and Keith disappeared upstairs for
something on the down low.
But Carly noticed, and she was angry as she started upstairs.
She still couldn't get Patrick's door open, so she went through Mike's room. Only this time, Mike was in his
room.