Forced Out - Part One

As the sound of my alarm reaches my ears I slowly begin to stir in my bed, writhing under the blanket as I try to fight the conflicting need to wake up and the desire to remain in bed. Groaning loudly I reach over to my phone, quickly turning it off as I slowly begin to sit up in the dim sunlight of the wee hours of the morning.

As I slowly begin to start the process of getting up I suddenly feel a shiver run down my spine, the sensation that someone was watching me creeping up on me. It was an insane thought, I lived alone in a rather small apartment so the thought that anyone was in here with me was absurd. However, as I stand up from my bed I can't help but shake the thought.

"Why did I stay up so..." I mutter, grumble at my exhausted state. I had stayed up far later than I had wanted last night, having decided that I had more than enough time to watch the Lord of the Rings extended cuts the night before. "I need some coffee" I groan, moving to take my first steps towards the kitchen.

"I don't think so" I hear behind me, a cold sensation slamming into my back and freezing me in place. The voice was familiar, but in my panic I simply couldn't place it. I feel my legs lock into place, my body shaking as my field of view is suddenly thrown to the side.

"What's..." I begin to shout, finding my voice echoing strangely and causing me to cut myself short. My eyes go wide as I find myself staring at my own shaking body, two blue transparent shapes extending out of the quivering flesh.

"Hello Mr. Hughes" coos the voice I had just heard, her voice joyous and reveling in the moment. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to making out the feature of the transparent figure, watching in horror as they slowly sink into my body as I'm slowly pushed away.

"Ms. Jones" I mutter, squinting at the shape of the older woman a few doors down. She was only in her late thirties, a plump woman with wiry dirty blonde hair. She had started dating my neighbor down the hall, moving in a few months back to become the stepmother to my neighbor's daughter.

"Not for much...longer" she moans, her soft spectral forms forcing it's way deeper and deeper into my tall slender body. "Mmmmm so warm...so tired...What a perfect new home" she squeals, yawning a little as my own exhaustion begins to hit her.

"What...what are you doing...get out of..." I yell, finding myself only attached to my own body by my feet as she begins to stretch her new form a little.

"Couldn't even if I wanted...and I certainly don't want to" she coos, her voice sounding almost like my own as the last of her disappears into my own body. Suddenly I'm flung across the room, spinning in the air as I catch a glimpse of my old tired face twisting into a gleeful grin. I'm forced to watch as my body reaches into its boxers, whipping out my thick cock and stroking it in delight.

"Finally" coos my voice in delight, Ms. Jones pumping away at my cock with zeal as her tone shifts to eerily match my own. "Mmmm and all this extra...and...oh my single too?...Looks like I just scored a free college education, being a lecturer will be so..." she moans, chewing at her new lips as she indulges in her new body and mind

"Get...Out!" I shout, lurching at my own body. However, as I make contact I find myself bouncing off as I'm repealed by some unseen force.

"Don't bother sweetie" mutters Ms. Jones in my voice, looking around the room in search of the invisible entity that just collided with her. "This is mine now, you...well you need to find your own body before...well before you fade from this world and into the next" she says with a wink. "Exhausted, tired, or...well just those you can push around easily. They'll be marked for you...but it's one way, so pick wisely" she explains, slowly walking out of the bedroom and towards my living room as she continues to play with herself.

"Enjoy your new life...assuming you can find one" she chuckles, slipping through the doorway and leaving me floating in the bedroom.

Glancing around I begin to freak out, my mind racing as I try to piece things together. "I can't...I can't get back to being me...not like this..." I mutter, my voice shaking with each word. As I look around I see something in the distance, red wavy spots in the distance. As I stare in wonder at the strange shape I find myself being drawn to it like a moth to a flame, slowly but surely gathering speed as I phase effortlessly through the walls of my apartment in search of that red aura.

Tumbling at high speed towards the red glow in the distance I find myself rushing towards my old campus, phasing through building after building until I reach one of the old brick buildings at the edge of the campus. Floating up the side of the building I look inside through a window on the third floor, finding the familiar sight of a cramped college dorm room. The room is filled with scattered and discarded clothes, each article looking thin and far too tight. Looking up at the red aura I see an extremely slender young woman with olive skin, her dark black hair messily draped over her naked body. She lays face down on the small single bed squeezed into the corner of the room, her massive plump behind sticking straight up and acting as a visual lightning rod as I stare at her.

A red blur races past my peripheral vision, snatching my attention away from the woman in the dorm room as she tries to get some sleep. In desperation I fly away at top speed, rushing to flow the quickly moving shape as it seemingly tries to escape. As I catch up I immediately see why it was moving so fast, the red glow coming from within a white plain moving van. Pulling up alongside it I see the two women inside the cabin. In the driver's seat sits a tall and toned woman with dark hair styled into a short neat cut. Her blue eyes are glued to the road as she sits in a pair of dusty denim jeans and a loose black t-shirt.

The woman in the passenger seat's head bobs a little, the red glow around her flickering as it appears she is about to fall asleep. Her dark brown hair is styled in a cute bob, her own white shirt and overalls covering an extremely curvy tattooed body poorly hidden beneath. Her breasts are massive, hanging on her chest as double G-Cup teardrops.

Pulling away from the van I try to keep it in my field of view, not wanting to lose sight of the available body. Glancing back to my old college I see the red light fad, the woman in the room falling asleep and locking me out of her body.

"Fuck..." I hiss under my breath, frantically looking around as I watch the blue spectral form beneath me slowly begin to fade in intensity, my legs growing faint as I feel weaker by the minute.

"I've got to find..." I mutter, spinning in place as I see another set of red lights before rushing off to investigate.

Flying through the suburbs, the city growing smaller and smaller in the distance behind me, I slam through the outer wall of a small cozy home. My jaw drops as I see the bearer of red aura, an extremely pregnant blonde woman in her early twenties. She is short, not much taller than five feet tall, with a modest chest that appeared to be straining and full thanks to their newfound milk production. She lays on her side and groaning on a large-looking sofa, her hands rubbing over her terrifyingly distended belly as she tries to get some sleep despite the heavy bulge in her abdomen accompanied by the occasional kick from the babies within.

Panicking at the sight of the uncomfortable-looking woman, my non-existent heart skipping a beat at the thought of becoming her, I see the nearby red glow. It looked far closer than the others had been, potentially just around the corner. Racing outside I'm quickly met with the sight of a chubby woman in her early thirties, her eyes red as she weeps in her small red sedan. Tears roll down her rounded cheeks, falling onto the shelf of flesh barely contained in her tight button-up business attire. Floating around her I look at her cute as a button face, marred only by the bags beneath her eyes and the growing red splotches as she weeps, framed by her long curly brown hair.

Looking down at myself I see the once bright light of my spirit fade more and more, a sign that my time was running out. Looking from side to side I find another few red glows in the distance, far closer to the city and my home than out where I was in the suburbs. Racing back toward these new glows I hurtle through building after building before finding myself in a small one-bedroom apartment. The room is illuminated by a large number of candles scattered on every surface they could fit, the walls plastered with psychedelic images and fantasy creatures. In the center of the room in a redhead in her mid to late twenties, sitting naked with her legs crossed in meditation. Her hair, unwashed for god knows how long, appears matted and hangs a little above her shoulders. She is rake thin, her frame extremely slim aside from her overdeveloped chest with heaves heavily with each of her slow and calm breaths.

"Her...maybe?...I need to find..." I mutter, looking to the other red light I had seen this way. It was far higher in the air than I would have expected, glowing in the center of the city and most likely in one of the larger buildings that made up the skyline. Racing over I climb and climb, eventually reaching one of the top floors of a large modern apartment building. Moving inside I'm met with the sight of an extremely curvaceous young woman, most likely around the age of twenty, staggering into what I can only assume is her apartment. Her skin is covered in an expensive-looking fake tan, her long wavy rainbow hair rolling down to her middle back and draping over her large and extremely jiggly DD Cup breasts. Her eyes, while droopy, look extremely large and give her a doll-like face along with her plump lips that appear to have a permanent part which leaves her looking slightly confused. She is dressed in an extremely tight outfit, which acts more like two silver shimmering pieces of cloth that barely cover her thick juicy rear and her bouncing chest. Each of her staggering steps threatens to topple her over as she struggles to walk in a pair of tall black heels.

Spinning around to fly back towards the meditating woman I feel something pull at my non-existent legs, a force suddenly causing me to lurch backward. Craning my neck around I see the rainbow-haired young woman leaning up against the wall, her shoulder having made contact with my barely visible ethereal legs.

"Fuck...No...Not her" I grunt, wriggling in an effort to get free.

Spinning around I place my hands against her, trying to push myself free. However, as I push I instead see and partially feel the woman shiver as a light blue form is shoved from her body while my own hands sink further in.

The amorphous blue form, still largely connected to her shaking body, slowly takes shape as it begins to mimic the dim and confused look on the girl's face.

"Like...what the fuck?" the girl's spirit squeaks, glancing between me and the body. "Who the fuck are you...what is...um...like what is happening?" she squeals in a shrill tone. "Did, like, someone put something in my drink?"

"No...just...I didn't mean for this to..." I yell, feeling myself slowly being drawn into her slender yet busty form as I begin to feel the strange sensations of her drunk body overtake my own mind.

The girl's mouth falls open as more and more of her spirit is forced out while my own sinks further into her. "H...Hey creep, get...get out of there right now" she demands in a huff, obviously not understanding I didn't intend for this to happen.

"I can't...jush...woah...um...you gotta find a...a red..." I begin to stammer, the intense levels of intoxication hitting me like a freight train as all but my head slowly got into place.

"Red...red what you freak..." she screams, her spirit popping free from her body with a loud snap.

"Like...a glow..." I manage to drunkenly mumble out as I feel my vision snap around, the red glows I had been keeping my eyes on disappearing in an instant as I find myself stumbling in heels and leaning against a cold hard wall.

"What the..." I mutter, my words slurring thanks to a mixture of my sudden intoxication and getting used to my new cock sucking lips. "No..." I softly whimper, stumbling forwards into the clean and well-furnished apartment. I nearly break my ankle as I stagger on my slender legs, the large heels I found myself wearing making it nearly impossible to walk.

Eventually I manage to make it to a large black leather sofa, collapsing forwards over it and sticking my thick tight behind in the air and straining the shimmering miniskirt to its limit. I let out a groan as I feel my head swim, my stomach churn in nausea, and my rainbow hair drape over my vision.

"I'm...I'm gonna...like..." I mumble, retching as I feel like I'm going to vomit. Twisting my head to the side I suddenly begin to throw up onto the hardwood floor, my mouth filling with a mixture of lime, tequila, and a strange salty funky flavor that I can't quite pin.

"That's better" I coo weakly, my eyes fluttering shut as I slide further onto the couch, passing out from exhaustion now that my nausea had abated.