I’ve always been the sort of guy that found a way to eat the cake and have it too.
Take Rick for example. I found him in a leather bar some time ago. I could honestly care less about leather, but the rough, hunky sorts that wear it are worth the the visit. That’s where I found Rick. He was the cocky, dominant sort of bear that you might expect from a scene like that, so it was fairly easy to entice him into coming back to my room with promises of sex and a firm bottom to enjoy.
What he didn’t know is that I’m telepathic in a way, the caveat being that I don’t really read minds, just influence them, and I influenced the fuck out of Rick’s. It was fairly easy to wordlessly coax his mind into following me from the living room to my bedroom, wearing away at his psyche like warm water at a bar of soap, and I took care to waste his time with conversation once there, letting the soap slowly give away to the subtle brainwashing. By the time I was done, I thank I could’ve had the man ready to marry me if I so desired, but instead I had him lie down on my bed, lying down next to him with a devilish grin.
He looked at me with such a strong sense of affection and arousal when I felt the familiar quick jolt of my powers at work. A jarring sense of dizziness overcame me, and when I opened my eyes, I found they were gazing at my body with that same sense horny love. Looking down, I smiled to see the familiar burly, hairy body of the victim I had ensnared. I left my body in the bedroom, now hollow, and went to the mirror in the living room. I was pleased to find that Rick’s body looked every bit as good on me as it had him, and in adjusting my jacket and cap, I began to understand the appeal of leather, each heavily adding a desirable gruffness to my new masculine physique.
I reached to the inside pocket of the jacket and pulled out one of the cigars I saw Rick smoking earlier. I had always wanted to enjoy the luxurious fumes of a cigar, and now with a body I didn’t particular care about, I felt the opportunity had come. I put it to my mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag. I coughed and sputtered the smoke out, and a small voice in the back of my head piped up. It was Rick, still happily under my influence and flaccidly along for the ride, lending me his knowledge. Soon I was smoking like a pro, and we both were getting very hard from the sensuality of having two minds in one head.
From there on in, Rick stuck around to be my second body. He was happy to be nothing more than my sentient suit, and I was happy to have him and his body too.