Summer Break Dullahans
I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon. The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started. So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me? I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile. I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe? I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.
No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head! I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears. I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands. “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip. “I don’t need help from you.”
I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise. He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up. “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position. “What happened to you, anyway?”
“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me. “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword. Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body! He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.” Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said. Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.
Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant. He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe. Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant. He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day. Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.
Or, we used to, at any rate. The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life. It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that. And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.
“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Fuckin’ look at me, bro. I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now. You wish you could be a man like me!” He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed. “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric. You don’t gotta act so modest on my account. I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said. “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did. Nice sword, by the way.”
“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop. There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant. “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving. I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow. And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.” He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows. Well, most of a figure, at any rate. A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.
“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt. Desire. Longing. Lust. Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine. The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be. Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do. A primal, animalistic Need. And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt. I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben. If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.
I was utterly entranced. I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts. “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”
“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me. “I know you, Eric. You think too much. If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him. Fuck that shit. This is all or nothing. You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”
He knew me far too well. I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me. Did I want it that badly? Would I be able to live with myself afterward? My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.
I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck. He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing. I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground. I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.
“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?” I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit. The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me. I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.
“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on. If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now. Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.
I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror. Can you blame me? You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would just assume that I had used tanning spray. Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.
A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally. No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds. Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?
