A Possession A Day

Because I’ve seen a number of folks mention that they’re unhappy with tumblr removing line breaks from the rich text editor, I wanted to do offer a quick tutorial on how to include them via HTML. I’ve described this once before here, but because it was in a reblog, I thought it’d be worth posting again.

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Some of you are probably already aware of this, but for all those that don't know, Tumblr has introduced a new community labelling system designed to filter "mature" posts. With the nature of what this community is, I thought it important to make sure people were aware of what exactly this means.

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I live alone with my mother. I never knew my father, he had passed away before I was born. All I had of him were photographs and the stories that my mom told me. From the sounds of it he had been a good man but fate had not been good to him. It was difficult for her to talk about him so I didn’t ask her much but still I felt as if there was a hole in my heart, something missing from my life. I remember the day I met Matsumoto Sensei yet the emotions remain too complicated to process. Like meeting someone you had been missing your whole life. Somehow or another, life had gifted me the father I never had. I remember bowing to him and looking at his shoes, how they shimmered at me so perfectly. I longed to have him notice me, to look at my work and tell me what a good job I had done. I had worked hard all year long and yet my efforts never seemed to be enough. Even now I was struggling to keep up with his dictation, scribbling as fast as I could but always remaining just a step behind, always just out of reach. I felt tears well in my eyes as I listened to him. His voice, always so confident and deep. I closed my eyes and allowed myself a few moments to just listen to his soothing tone. I hadn’t even realised how fast my heart was beating but could feel it already beginning to slow down as I listened, allowing the sound of his words to reverberate in my mind, calming me down. I was just overthinking this, it was just a matter of mind over matter. Mind over matter, mind over matter...

I heard him call my name and I snapped my eyes open to look at him, trying to cover up the fact that I had been all but sleeping in his class. On Teacher’s Day no less, after we had just presented him our gift. But somehow things felt different, I felt too… light. Practically weightless. And the world around me seemed oddly blur, distorted, distant. I saw Matsumoto Sensei’s face grow annoyed as he raised his voice, calling my name again. I responded, or tried to but my words felt barely more than a whisper. I tried again. I was as good as mute. My hand went to my throat, and passed right through it. I saw the anger drain out of Matsumoto Sensei’s face as worry filled its place. He began to walk towards me but his movements seemed off. In fact, everyone else seemed to be moving in slow-motion. To make things even weirder, I couldn’t even feel a hint of panic, somehow my body didn’t seem to agree with how crazy my mind was finding everything. I looked down, and saw myself.

At this point I was certain I was screaming but was only met with further silence. I seemed to be dead, slumped over on the desk and yet I was also floating in the air, halfway to the ceiling. Nothing was making sense. I saw Matsumoto Sensei shake my shoulder, heard him calling my name but my body didn’t move an inch. In front of me, he checked my pulse, and started yelling to others to call emergency services, to fetch other teachers, to let people know that something was very, very wrong. I watched, frozen, as people panicked, as they moved around me, as they moved me, my body around. All I could think of was to stay by Matsumoto Sensei, he would know what was going on, he would know what to do. 

And then an odd thought came to me, and the thought became an urge, and the urge became a movement, and the movement became an action. I moved close to him and hugged him from the side, tentatively at first. I… felt, for lack of a better word, some hint of the strong muscular body he was hiding beneath his clothes. I thought I detected a scent, ever so faint, of what he smelled like. An oddly pleasant mix of coffee, paper, cologne, laundry powder. I buried my face in his shirt sleeve, relishing the brief snatches where I could almost feel what it was like. When he didn’t respond I moved my head from his sleeve to his back, pressing my face as closely as I dared against his back. I wanted to be close to him, to press myself as tightly against him as possible, to feel his warm, strong presence, reminding me that everything would be all right.

And then slowly I felt feeling return to my limbs, and it was the feeling that I had been longing for, the feeling of his clothes covering his body, how it wrapped around him and clung to him. I felt the distant pump of a heart in my ears as it grew louder, moving closer to me. I felt a surge of strength, and for a moment I felt almighty, invincible, omnipotent. I struggled to open my mouth and when I finally did I gasped, breathing deeply, hungrily sucking as much air as I could into my lungs, my chest heaving away as it worked to inhale, exhale, keep me alive. Alive. I felt so alive. I blinked, and realised that I was suddenly looking through glasses again. I felt tall, towering over the floor but not floating anymore, instead my entire body seemed to have extended to a new height that I could only have dreamed of. I blinked again and the world came back into focus, colour rapidly returning, and a face came into view. I blinked, the face seemed unfamiliar and yet I knew they were a teacher.

“Matsumoto?! Matsumoto, are you alright?!”

I blinked again. Recognition sparked in my mind and I knew they were the homeroom teacher from the adjacent class. But I had never spoken to them in my life, and why was she calling me Matsumoto? And for that matter where was Matsumoto Sensei? Her voice came again, urgent.

“Matsumoto, please respond! Let me know you’re alright!”

“Uh-.” I began. “I-.” Something felt weird, something was different about my voice, it wasn’t supposed to be so low, it wasn’t supposed to sound like… Matsumoto Sensei. 

“I-I’m alright” I managed to stammer out, the bass of my voice shocking me even as I spoke. She flashed me a concerned look. I held her steady gaze, despite everything being beyond my understanding, something in me felt, solid, stable, unmoving.

“Yes, I’m alright.” I affirmed, and somehow I knew that I was speaking the truth. I was alright. Things were going to be OK. I just needed to find Matsumoto Sensei. He’d know what to do.

She looked doubtful but turned to face something else, apparently there were more pressing issues at hand then a student who had been mute up to this point. I… was a student right? Somehow I had thought for a moment that I was a teacher, but that couldn’t be right. She walked off in a direction of some commotion and I followed closely behind her. A crowd of people were gathered around what seemed to be an ambulance, and being loaded into that ambulance, was me.

I stood there, dumbfounded. That didn’t make any sense. I tried to make my way through the crowd, but there were too many people. Suddenly a buzzing came from my pants. When had I put on such a pants and belt? This wasn’t my school uniform. This sleeved shirt wasn’t mine, it was what Matsumoto Sensei was wearing… Dazed, I pulled my phone out. But it wasn’t my phone, the model was different and the background was cherry blossoms instead of my favourite band. I looked closer to see the message was from ‘Principal Kobayashi’, asking about my whereabouts. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know. I swiped to the forward facing camera, and saw Matsumoto Sensei looking back at me.

I was stunned but somehow not truly surprised. Somehow I had known before I had seen, that somehow or another I was not myself, and that I was Matsumoto Sensei, in his body. A call came in then, from the Principal and I answered. For a moment I worried about what I was going to say but my body seemed to know, answering rapid-fire questions as I made my way to the front of the crowd. Now they readily parted for me as they saw who I was, bowing quickly out of the way. Principal Kobayashi motioned to me to get into the ambulance and I obliged. He began talking to me, asking what had happened and I told him about how I had fainted in class, how I had checked my breathing, called the ambulance. It all seemed surreal, how calm and composed I was acting but I couldn’t feel anything but, Matsumoto Sensei was an experienced teacher and I was Matsumoto Sensei. We arrived at the hospital and I followed still in a daze, absentmindedly looking at my phone now and then, seeing the same face I had come to know staring back at me in the black glass. I was Matsumoto Sensei. I was him. Somewhere inside me, he was here as well but I was the one in control. As I moved I studied my hands, studied my arms, so different from mine and yet I felt completely comfortable moving, using them. I became aware of something heavy in my shirt pocket and pulled it out to reveal the wrapped mochi we had gifted to him earlier. 

"What's up sport?" He asked jovially.

I smiled.

"Nothing grandpa, I'm just here to take over your body."

"Haha- wait what?" He looked at me in bewilderment.

I just smiled as I stared deeply into his eyes as he scanned me, uncertain. I could see he was struggling to look away but his body had stopped listening to him and now there was a wild panic in his eyes. His pupils dilated, and I saw sweat began to form on his handsome face. Soon it would be mine.

I opened this host's mouth and climbed out, my gaseous form snaking out onto the floor. The child slumped over almost as quickly as I had left him. No matter, he was just a stepping stone to the true prize. Given his genes though he would probably be a real catch in a couple decades. I made a mental note to keep tabs on him for such a time. In the meanwhile Grandpa here continued to look at me, his eyes glassy and unfocused. I could hear his teeth chattering and his entire body was shaking out of fear, yet he did not, could not run away.

Come here you big old bear. I commanded, teasingly. He blinked, then stepped forward compliantly. He still wore the same uneasy expression on his face but there was nothing he could do to stop me. I stroked his moustache tenderly as I coaxed his mouth open. With a final coil, I plunged straight into him.

Instantly I felt the strength and the power of this mighty body as it attempted to fight back, choking down my essence. But I was too quick, too evasive, as I expanded out into the huge man, I felt my form assume his characteristics, his trunk-like legs, his generous torso, his thick piston-like arms. I marvelled at these, this man clearly had had a jackpot of good genetics, testosterone coursed through his entire being. A man, a true, honest-to-goodness man. Hardworking, capable, dependable, stoic, passionate. His cock bulged out desperately as I entered, both of us experiencing the combined euphoria. He groaned deeply as I pushed myself into every last crevice of his body and soul. His eyes rolled back into his head from the immense pleasure that was quaking through his entire being. I leaned forward and forced him to snarl and growl like the animal, the hulking beast that he was. I squared his shoulders, so tense, as I pressed in, further, deeper, burrowing into the core of his person, devouring it whole. With an almighty final effort, I slammed into his spirit, sealing myself within as our body shook with a thunderous wave.

Slowly, I felt feeling return to numb limbs and a growing awareness of how truly gigantic I now was. I felt myself, towering over the floor, easily seven feet of pure beef. My legs stood firm, planted to the ground, stoic, stable, unmoving. I clutched onto my belly, feeling the thick, rippling layers of muscle and fat, the product of years of hard labour. I clenched my hands, feeling the callouses chafe against each other as I made fists as large as lesser men's heads. My brawny forearms, packed with so much muscle, bristled away as I attuned myself to this new body. Finally I opened my eyes, watched as the smoke slowly cleared and the world stopped spinning around me. I was a bit dazed but I was an ox. A mere possession would not be able to take me down. At least not physically. In mind, I was dominant, having subsumed his in the process of entering him. He would guide me in this body, teaching me how to wield this strength, this presence. How to command and lead, just as a real man would. I grinned, feeling the tips of my bushy moustache curl up as I did so. I grabbed my bulge, feeling pleasure course through my veins, deep groans and utterances escaped my mouth involuntarily. This body was built perfectly for purposes other than just work. I was so wide that the doorways had been built around my frame, everyone always wondered about the sheer expanse of the house until they saw just who lived there. I had commissioned this personal gym to be built, having grown tired of the inadequacy of those in the neighbourhood. I exhaled deeply, hot air blowing past my moustache and into my beard, trim and tidy, I could grow it out more, a man ought to. Putting my hands into my pockets I was prodded by a memory of my grandchild's unconscious body, my previous host. I swaggered towards him, relishing as cool air sailed around my hulking form.  Smiling, I scooped him up into my arms, he weighed no heavier, perhaps even less than the weights I had been lifting. But I made sure to remain gentle, he was undoubtedly my flesh and blood now after all. 

“Grandson.” I said as much to him as myself, my deep, sonorous voice bounced off the walls and echoed as music to my ears. His eyes flickered but he remained unconscious.

Within my pants was the monster that had sired the one who had in turn sired him. My strength would yet flow through his veins. And in the end, he too would become my servant, just as I had. I had to laugh at that, the oddities of possession and identity. He was me as I was him. Our roles were inextricably linked and intertwined, master and servant, of one body and of one mind, yet with a clear hierarchy within the singular being. His thoughts tried to reach for panic or alarm but my presence kept him focused on his sense of duty, of responsibility. Of course this was the way things were, they had never been different. Even now he travelled through the paths of his own mind but all of them had been twisted by my hand, leading back to me, the true owner of this body, of this soul. He would know only euphoria as he slumbered. I would use his body to lead this family, with its strong, wonderful genes. When the time came, there would be hosts aplenty for me.

"Hmm? Oh you shouldn't have, there's plenty of better things to spend money on than your old man."

"Dad, for as long as I've known you, you've been wearing the same set of clothes every week. It's Father's Day! You deserve to have something new."

He laughed. "Guilty as charged, put it in my room and I'll have a look at it later."

I did as he said, smiling to myself. I would do anything to make my dad happy, he had been so strong, so amazing, raising me all on his own. Not once had I ever heard him complain or lose his patience. If only I could do more for him... As my mind wandered, I began to feel a little woozy. Shopping for dad must have taken more out of me than I thought. I had even tried on some of the things I had bought for him. Of course I already knew his measurements but it was just for fun, to see the difference in size. I'm not sure what I was expecting, the pants sagged around my ankles and dropped down the moment I tried to put them around my waist. The belt hadn't been any better, being way too long for someone like me to even consider. Still, I had earned at least a short nap. Surprisingly I could barely even keep my eyes open as I dragged myself to the bed. I was out in moments.

I gasped as I opened my eyes. I couldn't have been asleep for more than a few seconds but something felt... odd. I somehow felt... thicker? Heavier? I shook my head to try to clear it which only reinforced the feeling that I had somehow grown a lot in a very short amount of time. I blinked and even the way my face moved felt strange. Looking down I saw that wasn't the only thing that had changed. For one there was a lot more hair than I remembered, the thickest region right in the middle of my chest and more covering the rest of the front. I felt rather than saw, lines spanning my torso, defining muscles I had never bothered to develop. They were accompanied by a layer of fat and yet all of it felt, just right. Appropriate for a man my age. That thought gave me pause, I wasn't sure when I had begun thinking of myself as a man but it certainly wasn't within the last five minutes. Acting on instinct, I began to stretch. It felt good, better than I had ever known, the way my muscles pulled and tightened all around me. I took a deep breath and inhaled a scent that I knew instantly yet couldn't place the name of. It was a few moments before I realised that it was coming from ME, it was what I smelled like. I took a few more tentative sniffs to confirm before putting my arms back down. I shook my head, I had hair all over my body in places I didn't even remember. Everything felt distinctly familiar and foreign at the same time. I looked up to see a mirror, and saw my dad staring back at me.

I had never heard my dad scream before but somehow his deep voice still remained thunderous and commanding. I began to breathe faster, panicking. It was weird to say the least, to see my father, always so strong and stoic, having a meltdown. I swallowed hard attempting to calm myself and figure out just what the hell was going on. I scrambled to my feet, not even remembering having sat down. The weight and strength of this body nearly threw me off-balance even as I tried to stand up. Hesitantly, I looked into the mirror again, and saw my dad once again, making the same horrified face I had in my mind. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling my huge chest inflate as I did so. Without even meaning to I felt blood rush straight to my member. I groaned, as if it wasn't weird enough being in my dad's body. I looked around me to confirm my surroundings. I seemed to be in my dad's room. The shopping bag I had dumped here earlier was lying on its side. Looking down, I saw I was wearing the pants and belt I had tried on earlier except now they sat snugly around my waist, a perfect fit. I thumbed the material, scarcely daring to believe myself. I had shopped at the store so many times previously with no strange effects. Could something as simple as trying on clothes impart such supernatural properties? I wondered if my dad was in my body, experiencing the same weird scenario I was but given the complete silence throughout the rest of the house I was inclined to think otherwise. Somehow, I was possessing my dad's body, filling out his suit pants. Now that I had gotten over the initial shock, another part of me couldn't stop thinking how awesome this was, against my better judgment. I was my Dad. I was my own father. "This is crazy!" My dad's voice boomed out of MY mouth, vocalising MY thoughts. I wanted to laugh, felt a mad urge to laugh and before I knew it was doubling over in the middle of the room, a lovely bass chuckle escaping my lips. My mind raced with all the possibilities that had opened up to me, I couldn't even begin to describe the insanity of what was happening.

I felt my face with my thick, calloused fingers, feeling the tickle of the short bristles of hair on my head. A beard, I had an honest-to-goodness beard, well groomed and maintained. I ran my hands over the rest of my body, feeling newfound strength in my limbs and appreciated the WEIGHT of this body. It had never occurred to me just how well built, well proportioned my dad was but now I was seeing it in an all new light. I felt a bucking against my briefs as a small dark patch appeared on the trousers I had just bought. I laughed, I had always been a boxers man myself but couldn't argue with how well the fabric supported my girthy new package. I ran my fingers through the dense pelt covering my chest and belly, taking a moment to circle my nipples, so much bigger and more sensitive than my own. My hands wandered down to my crotch and I began to unbuckle and unbutton, all thoughts of taboo replaced by the white haze of pleasure. However, as I slid the pants down past my knees, I began to feel woozy again, exactly how I felt before... this happened.

Coming to my senses, I quickly pulled the pants on again, the discomfort disappearing as quickly as I dressed. I couldn't even begin to understand my powers but thought it best not to get too crazy for now. I flexed, striking a pose in the mirror and laughed as my dad obeyed my every command. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted my dad's wallet. An idea coming into my head, I grabbed and thumbed through the wad of notes and cards stored within. I, my dad had never liked spending money but today was Father's day and he, I deserved to enjoy myself. I quickly located my car keys and phone, smiling as I unlocked the latter with my strong fingers. I couldn't recall the password at the moment but with a quick fingerprint scan I was reading through all of my dad's messages. Details and memories of my life flowed smoothly in, informing my movements, my thoughts. I snapped up a crisp white button-down from the closet, swiftly pulling it on and tucking it in to my trousers. I tilted my head and arched my back as I felt my body a second time through my clothes. The fabric stretched tight as it hugged my skin, my nipples, me.

Panting, I retained the presence of mind to grab a set of my, my dad's clothes and moved to leave it in my room. Knocking on the door, I swung it open to reveal my body, lying still on the bed. A quick check revealed I was still breathing. Resolving to study my powers later, I laid the pile of clothes on the desk before closing the door behind me.

I wasted no time driving to the local mall where I had purchased my gifts. I walked around the same department store I had been in just hours earlier but failed to uncover anything unusual. The only difference was the way other people looked at me, talked to me. Gone were the glances of disdain and fake smiles for the teenager grabbing clothes far too big for him. Now they were far more attentive, sincerely giving their best pitches, eager for my approval. I smirked and shook my head, my budget had expanded far beyond what they had on display. I strode out, leaving them to gaze at my impressive back. A small grumble sounded from my stomach and I grinned. Following the smell of sizzling meat I sat myself at the fanciest restaurant in the area. I politely declined a menu, I already knew my favourite. "Steak, medium-rare, and a glass of your finest red." The waiter nodded and retreated as swiftly as he came. I looked casually around the room, easing my bulk into the soft cushions of the chair as I made myself as comfortable as possible. All around me were people who probably never even gave my dad the time of day now shooting glances in my direction. As they should be, despite my usual appearance I was not a man to be taken lightly. I rolled my shoulders and unlocked my phone, studying up on my life as I waited.

An hour later I walked out, fully satiated, having left a generous tip to boot. I felt a small pang of guilt as I saw my face in the glass, my dad would never spend this much money but I consoled myself that it was just for today, he deserved to enjoy himself. I was certainly enjoying myself. I strolled around, exploring stores I had never even looked at before.

"Billy!" I turned around at the sound before I could even process the words, somehow my dad knew this man. I gave him a once-over, he was taller than my dad but seemed just as fit. I felt a smile come to my face and a bulge in my pants.

"Evening Phil." The words left my mouth as easily as flowing water. This was my son's, my, best friend's dad and fellow lawyer. I grimaced a little, the mix-ups were getting more frequent and slightly worrying.

"Looking good my friend, finally using that paycheck of yours?"

I laughed. "Gifts from my son. For Father's day."

"Ahh they grow up so fast don't they? Nicky gave me a tie though I wouldn't say no to a new belt either, suits you well."

I glanced down and smiled at my handiwork. "It is nice isn't it?" I grinned as a plan began to form in my mind. "Perhaps he's waiting to give you the rest."

Phil snorted. "Yeah, right. If that ever happened I'll need to send him for an exorcism."

I laughed harder than before, he had no idea how close he was to the truth. "Was good seeing you Phil but I must be going. Places to be, errands to run."

"Yea boss?!"

"Get in here!"

I hurried over to his office.

My boss looked at me expectantly.

"Well what are you waiting for? I need help."

I gulped.

"With -uh what sir?"

He rolled his eyes. 

"Come over here and I'll explain it to you dummy."

Mr. Harrington was my boss and he was a stud. He was old, mean, and cranky all the time but one look at his gorgeous face made it all better in an instant. I could stare at him for hours and often did on slower days. My desk offered a perfect side profile view into his office, just enough for me to be able to see his handsome features, the way he commanded respect. Sure he was a terrible boss but what did it matter when you looked like THAT? 

Woof... What a man. So perfect... "Earth to temp, Earth to temp..."

I shook my head, clearing away my fantasies only to see my boss frowning at me. "Well, what are you waiting for? Are you in or out?"

I grimaced. I had no idea what on earth he was talking about.

"Sorry sir could you repeat that?" 

"Good God man are you deaf? At this rate I might as well do it myself."

I traced his lovely face with my eyes and pondered his words. Whether he intended it or not, all his words were invitations to my kind. How could I say no? 

"Yes, I think you should."

He stared quizzically at me as I moved an arm to the documents he was gesturing to before quickly changing target to his broad shoulder. My other arm clamped over his mouth, my fingers brushing against his luxurious, plush beard in the process. Oh, I was going to enjoy this.

He tried to struggle but suddenly found all strength drained out of his well-built limbs. He worked out in his spare time and it definitely showed yet his efforts only served to empower creatures such as me. You see I'm a possessor. I can move between bodies as easily as changing clothes. In fact the sensation is not dissimilar, the feeling of clean fresh material embracing you, fabric and flesh alike. I closed my body's eyes, concentrating instead on Mr. Harrington, working my way into his consciousness, changing, becoming him.

Mr. Harrington was frantic at this point, struggling to scream to alert someone, anyone but no one worked near him, save me. No one wanted to. 

"Shh Mr. Harrington, it'll all be alright" I said as I relinquished control over this body and slipped directly into his. 

Ken watched nervously as the big man convulsed on the floor in front of him.

"Hey man..." he began but was cut short by a series of pained grunts followed up by a fist being slammed on the ground.

He was wondering whether to do something when the heaving pile of muscle stopped moving abruptly. He stepped forward cautiously but then smiled when he heard the emanation of a long, low moan. Grinning, he planted his hands on his hips as Coach Ramos lifted his considerable bulk up off the floor and stretched. He watched as the coach proceeded to use his meaty paws to grope and explore every single part of his gargantuan body. Having finished squeezing his nipples, the coach turned to him and gave him a cocky thumbs up as way of greeting.

"DUDE! Luke! This is crazy!"

"Watch who you're talking to boy, I'm Coach Ramos, not Luke." the large man boomed and chuckled heartily.

"What's it feel like?"

Coach Ramos took a moment to answer as he flexed his bicep. "Good. Really good. You can't even BEGIN to understand just how good it feels to be this big, this strong. I could crush anyone, lift anything." He balled his hands into fists as he spoke, digging them between his pecs. Ken couldn't help but notice the bulge in the Coach's pants grow visibly bigger.

Ken rolled his eyes, "Don't get too weird yet, remember you still have a job to do."

The coach snorted, "Yeah yeah, get revenge on the team. Last chance before summer break. Big whoop."

"Great, I got to run for band practice, catch you later coach."

Luke sighed as he left. Ken was a good friend and all but somehow he didn't quite grasp the full ramifications of possession. He understood its potential for mischief but the other aspect of being, of BECOMING another person he was completely and utterly clueless. Luke had thought it'd help to tell a friend about his ability but somehow it only made him feel even more isolated. It didn't help that Ken seemed more keen on asking him for random favours now he knew what Luke could do.

Yet did it really matter? When you had such easy access to bodies as perfect as THIS. He laughed as he popped his muscled tits in rhythm. He stepped in front of a mirror and beheld his body in all its glory. He could feel the coach's, his, beer can cock strain against his briefs, begging to break free. What couldn't he do without these powers? Then a thought came to him and Coach Ramos smiled widely to himself.

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Ken looked down the deserted hallway again. He had laughed at the rugby team trooping past earlier, muddied and exhausted, no doubt the product of Luke's handiwork. However, that was thirty minutes ago and he had yet to see Luke himself show up, in Coach Ramos' body or no. Everyone else had to have left the school by now, where could he be? Grumbling to himself he tried to call Luke again only to be engaged by a busy signal. He caught a glimpse of a hulking figure and looked up to see the man he had been looking for.

"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Coach Ramos looked puzzled. "You wanted to see me son? I was just finishing up paperwork in my office."

Ken frowned then shook his head. "No, no, sorry, I thought you were someone else."

The coach eyed him incredulously, glancing down at the rest of his body as if trying to figure out how Ken could have been so mistaken. Ken on the other hand had the decency to blush as he mumbled an excuse and trotted to the exit, putting his phone to his ear as he did so. Coach Ramos watched him walk off, swearing as the dial tone came through the speakers.