I've been you Evan," I said with a smile, "That feeling from last night, that sense of not being in control. That's because I was inside you!" He started to edge away, I got closer and jumped on the bed pinning him down. He tried to throw me off, then yelled out, but I clamped my hand over his mouth. "Now I'm going to get back inside you," I taunted, slowly pushing back inside the teenager. His body bucked and writhed as disappeared inside.
I blinked, this time with Evan's eyes as I heard James behind me, "You OK? I heard you yelling."
"No worries bro' cramps," I said. I got to my feet and stretched. "I'm going to the gym, you coming?"
"I'll see you there later," he replied.
I didn't shower, just pulled on some clothes and left.
Talking at the gym's reception was Dom--the events manager I'd used yesterday, and the personal trainer. They acknowledged me as I walked inside and after downing some water I began to warm up doing some stretches. I watched them both from the corner of my eye, and waited.
Finally Dom left, and the PT entered the room and started tidying the weights. I didn't bother trying to hide what I was doing, I simply walked up behind him, wrapped an arm around his waist and shifted from Evan into his back.
I let out a low rumbling groan as I filled his body and took his mind. "Ray," I muttered to myself. I flexed, Ray was thick and heavy, dense muscle covered his body. He had a naturally handsome, bearded face atop a bull neck. Chuckling, I squeezed a bicep into an impressive peak.
Behind me came a thud, I turned to see Evan on the floor. I splashed some water from his bottle over his face. He spluttered and woke. "You ok kid?" I asked in Ray's deep voice. He looked confused, and I helped him to his feet. "I think you're dehydrated, you passed out for a moment. I think you should go back to your room and rest," I advised. He nodded slowly and left the gym.
I returned to Ray's duties and continued to re-rack the weights as I sifted through his memories. I knew I'd been tough on Chris, putting him in a stressful situation. Thinking back to my own initiation, it wasn't all that different. It looked like Chris had coped well, and he deserved some fun time. I knew there was a frat party planned. They were all staying in the hotel--on the seventh floor.
From Ray's memory I knew that some of them had already been to the gym. He'd talked with them and discovered most of them were from the football and wrestling teams.
Returning to the desk, I called the apartment Stuart shared with Peter. I needed to get Stuart back to the gym.
Peter answered the phone. "Hi.