Trevor?" Kurt muttered eyes blinking slowly.
I snorted. "Ha, you must be joking. That twink isn't worth a sniff. I just used his shape to get close to you Kurt," I chuckled running a finger down his pecs.
He frowned, and I rolled my eyes returning to my original form. He gasped and tried to sit up, I pushed him easily back into the chair. "You're not going anywhere for the time being. You're flying back to the States tomorrow?" He let out a grunt, and I smiled. "I need a way to get into the country. Sure I'm a shape shifter, I could take your place, but that would leave lose ends. I hate lose ends," I muttered.
"You see Kurt, your going to get me in the country, and you won't even know you helped me. Tonight will just feel like a dream, you and Trevor will fly out and then—" I stop talking, Kurt appeared to be asleep from the sedative now.
I climb onto the chair and look at the handsome jock, making a note of his face. Grasping his throat I squeeze gently, and lay my head on his chest—I can hear his strong heart beating slowly. I start to shift again, my hands merge and start to lose my shape. Like quicksilver I flow across his body, covering every millimetre, every last crevice and crack only leaving his hands, feet and head clear.
The silver suit I'd become tightens around Kurt, almost binding with the upper layers of his own skin. I concentrate, and my surface fades and colours shift to match Kurt's skin exactly. Every last freckle, hair and blemish replicated. Satisfied I relax and drift off to sleep enjoying the warmth from Kurt's body.
I feel something rubbing, and I'm aware of a towel wrapped around our waist. I must of missed him showering—damn. He looks in the mirror, and I can see our reflection. He gently runs a hand down his pecs and then flexes. I'm just a sheath around his dick, but I can feel his monster swell.
There's a knock at the door. "Come on muscle-head, we need to go," It was Trevor.
Kurt returned to the bedroom and pulled on shorts, and a white t-shirt that hung off his pecs. He slipped his feet into some flip-flops and walked out with his case. "Ready!" He laughed.
The drive to the airport was uneventful, the queuing was boring, but finally we were seated on the plane. It was a night flight, and Kurt was sleeping like most of the other passengers. I felt a tug, and Trevor pulled Kurt through the darkness to the restroom. Before I knew what had happened Trevor was on his knees and had Kurt's dick in his mouth. The sensation was amazing; Kurt grabbed a rail, his other hand on Trevor's head. I wanted more.
I locked Kurt into place freezing him. Before he could make a sound I shifted again, moving up his neck and covering his face up to his hairline. I forced my way into his mouth and put him to sleep, and then replicated his facial features. I covered his hands and feet; he was totally enclosed and now I was in control.
Trevor looked up at me. "Was that OK?" He asked.
"Amazing," I replied using Kurt's mouth and throat.