Joe shot past the other jocks who were still mucking about in the changing rooms and grabbing his towel and shower gel he ran into the showers.
He hated the communal showers, usually trying to avoid them and the inevitable bullying that he got whilst in there. But he was covered in mud, so he aimed to try and be in and out before anyone else came in.
Stripping down to his swimming trunks, he turned on the water. It felt really good on his skin, washing away the mud. Inside, the Ghost was rewiring Joe's nerves and sensations, tuning them up.
Joe rubbed on the shower gel. To him, it felt warm and tingly. it felt so good rubbing it across his body, making his stomach feel tight and toned, his skin smooth and, oddly, hairless. Most of his leg and pubic hair seemed to wash away, but Joe didn't care, it felt fantastic! The tingling was even better around his chest. He caressed himself there, feeling the skin swell beneath his hands, sending waves of pleasure through him. He teased and tweaked his sensitive (and larger?) nipples. He'd never felt anything like this. Eyes shut with pleasure, one hand slipped to his groin and started to pump his cock and his wet, and lightening hair tickled down his back, stopping just shy of a plumped up behind.
To Joe, the shower gel seemed to be preventing him getting a good grip on his dick, it kept slipping away. e pulled of his trunks.The Ghost internally giggled to itself as he shrank Joe's penis away to a small nub, the balls disappearing inside leaving just a few folds of skin outside.
Undeterred, and not wanting the feeling (or the growing hunger as the Ghost juiced him with hormones and desires) to stop, Joe switched to rubbing himself as hard as he could, his, now her fingers exploring herself, trying to get that satisfaction that her body was crying out for, not finding it. Being overcome by the new sensations, she leant the lightly tanned skin of her back against the cold shower tiles. Her fingers continued rubbing against her nub of pleasure, Jo noticing the fingernails now lightly scratching against the skin. Rubbing harder, it felt like they were now inside. Pumping them in and out of herself, she felt the pressure build inside her. Her long eyelashes fluttered open and she caught a glimpse of herself in the slightly fogged mirror - a stunning girl of about 18, large (double D, the Ghost knew) tits bouncing up and down with the power of the thrusts from her delicate hands between her long, shapely legs. For a moment, the person who was Joe was shocked, terrified and paused. But the driving desire rising with in her, suddenly, Jo didn't care, and started again, her butt sliding down the wall to the floor as the final, body rattling rush of pleasure of her first female orgasm. It felt amazing, but somehow hollow, not enough, she needed... more. Behind the fog of pleasure, she thought she heard a soft, dark laugh.
The Ghost couldn't resist the laughter. It had succeeded, the first step in the plan. It had created its masterpiece: irresistible to the desires of others, and unable to resist its own desires, rewired to act to remake the world as the Ghost had planned.