#scp1879

A Case of SCP-1879: The Indoor Salesman

(Part 1)

“So, will you take it?”

“How the fuck did you get into my house?” Nick stumbles, and then trips over the couch as he desperately scrambled away from the weird man that stood over him in a well-pressed suit and a huge attaché case on his left hand. He had spent the last two minutes or so explaining some sort of product Nick couldn’t comprehend—both because the ‘salesman’ spoke way too fast, and because Nick’s scream was louder.

“Now come on Nick, I don’t have time for this. Just—” The man waves off, striding towards him with long legs. Nick crawled to the base of his stairs, trying to get away in panic. “—say yes, take it. I need to meet a quota by tomorrow, man.”

Nick had just been watching the news a while ago, chilling after he got home from work, when he heard knocking from the door under his stairs. He thought it was a raccoon that somehow slipped inside his house, but to his horror, it was a man that had the widest grin on his face.

“What do you want from me?” He repeated, grabbing at his slipper then brandishing it in front of him. Nick had seen weird things at work—his students mostly, and he’s very exhausted, yet this thing in front of him was way weirder and didn’t seem to be a hallucination of any sort.

“Where were you for the last three minutes?!” The man snapped at him, throwing his hands up before grumbling about something. “Look, I’m offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I need you to just say yes.”

Nick’s eyebrows furrowed, and tried to recall what he picked up from the weird salesman. He could remember something about the life of his dreams, something about getting what he’s tried to work for in his ‘entire existence’. “Are you trying to sell me insurance?” was the first thing he blurts out.

“Insurance?” The salesman asked, credulous, before slapping his forehead. “No! I’m literally selling you a new life! How was that hard to understand?”

This confused Nick further, though he had already caught himself as he slowly rose to a seated position on the first step. He looked at the salesman, who was grumbling under his breath again, before turning back to him. “...what scam is this?”

“It’s not!” The salesman snapped again, stomping his foot on the hardwood floor in annoyance. Nick almost cracked a small laugh at the red-faced man in front of him, slowly inching his way back to the couch. “Look—just help a poor man out, and say yes? No harm in trying.”

“I don’t have any money.” Nick replied, stifling another laughter as the salesman rolled his eyes. It was the truth though—he had been working his ass off to earn more than enough for rent and basic expenses, saving a buck or two here and there once every few pay checks. “I’m serious, I can’t pay for the perfect life or whatever.”

At this, the salesman’s lips curled into a smile. “I’m not asking for money, I just need your ‘yes’ and we’re done.” He crosses his arms as he says so, tapping on foot on the floor in anticipation as Nick ponders on an answer.

He was still a little confused about everything, from this weird man to his offer, he even considered calling the police but his phone was nowhere in sight. Thinking he had nothing better to do to make the man go away, and still thinking it was a scam of some sort, Nick only sighs and shrugs as he rises to his feet.

“Sure, whatever.” He tells the salesman, who raises an eyebrow at him. “What, do I have to say yes?”

The salesman nods, before stretching a hand out. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Nick reaches out to meet the outstretched hand, and once he makes contact, the salesman wraps his hand around his before grasping it tight. He grins at Nick, nodding at him in approval, before squeezing his hand. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

The moment the last syllable left the salesman’s mouth, Nick felt a tug deep inside him as his vision whited out for a moment. It was quiet, he felt the air moving around him though all he saw was bright light drowning out the features of his environment, blurring and morphing together until it all went black for a second.

There was a snap, and the air felt heavy and humid as he felt as if he was dropped off a couple of feet off the ground. He stumbles a little backwards, maneuvering his feet to regain his balance as he felt impossibly heavy…and broad. When he opened his eyes, the change of perspective disoriented him, and he had to blink a few times until it left him.

Nick lets out a huff of breath, spreading his arms to stop himself from falling backwards—both of them likewise felt heavier than he remembered, until he managed to root his feet on the carpeted ground. The first thing he saw was the change of environment—what he distinctly remembered was his small living room, instead he found himself in the gym.

He caught his breath, and the other jarring thing was that he felt himself towering over everything, like he was a beast. This prompted him to look down, and he almost jumps back once he sees the tight-fitting black top and sweatpants he wore—which was much different than the hoodie and old t-shirt he wore a moment ago.

Nick gasps and blinks, staring at his arms to see the size difference, until he finds a floor-length mirror before him, to which he stares at himself in both awe and disbelief pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He runs a hand over his chest, tracing his bulging pecs with his palms then giving them a squeeze. Then he places a hand over his abdomen, feeling hard abs underneath the thin clothing. It was true—he had been trying to gain this much, yet he never could because of both laziness and how busy he always was at work. Nick grins at his reflection, this time feeling his face—he seemed to have gotten a little younger than he was supposed to. Still, the thrill from everything didn’t leave him as he flexed his new arms in front of the mirror.

“Fuck,” Nick mutters to himself, smirking at the low sound of his voice. “I’m huge!” He grins fully at himself, flexing his arms even tighter in different poses. He didn’t know what was happening, or what just happened, but all he certainly knew was that whatever the salesman promised—he delivered. He could even feel himself starting to harden, full-mast.

He looks around the empty gym, as an idea crosses his head. He grips the outline of his new throbbing member through his pants, biting his lip to suppress a moan, as he starts to massage it whilst staring at his new reflection.

“I’m gonna have to break you in.” He whispers to his reflection, before plunging one hand inside his sweatpants with a grin.

—

At around the same time…

—

Kevin sighed, sitting on the floor as he stared at his palms, contemplating the offer. He knew this man—in fact, it was through his schemes from years ago that Kevin even made it where he was today. Now, that same grin and well-pressed suit haunted him, offering yet again a way to change his life. It would’ve been easy to say no, the same way when this salesman would turn up at his home selling him random items for bizarre prices like: a bit of your attention! or your vision, and Kevin was quick enough to say no—at least to most of them.

This time though, he was really considering it again.

“Come on Kev,” The salesman told him, tapping his foot on the carpeted gym floor. “I know you want it, I’m sure the guy I’m offering you would take the deal too.” He added, almost as-a-matter-of-factly.

The salesman came at the right moment—Kevin had been relishing this life for so long; gaining and bulking everyday, even scoring himself a great career as a fitness coach and then modeling here and there. Yet, after all these years, everything seemed to become lackluster by the day.

He wanted something new—something different like a new challenge to face.

“Look, I can even give you incentives.” The salesman tries again, muttering something under his breath that was barely audible to Kevin, though he did hear something about fortune.

“Okay.” Kevin says after a moment, breaking the salesman’s ranting as he raises an eyebrow at him. He grins at Kevin, muttering excitedly as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “At least let me keep the memories of the body I’ll end up in this time.”

He nods at Kevin who rose to his feet, staring at his hulking reflection for what would be the last time. “Sure sure, you know the procedures..” The salesman waves him off, recalling the time he was put in this stud’s body without an idea who he was.

“Deal.” Kevin says, nodding as he held his hand out for the man to shake. The salesman winks at him, before wrapping his other hand over Kevin’s huge palms, and then shakes it to seal the deal.

“Sold.”

He didn’t even see the salesman grinning at him, instead, his vision going white like it did nearly a decade ago. Kevin knew this feeling all too well, including the tugging sensation inside of him as his soul was pulled out and then pushed into a different body—it was weirdly euphoric, and he remembered how he jizzed himself the first time.

It didn’t last very long, as he felt the soles of his feet plant themselves into the ground. He immediately felt the change in stature and size—he was way smaller and slimmer than he used to be, which was jarring, but he felt lighter even as he moved his arms around.

Kevin felt the carpeted hardwood floor beneath him, and only then did he notice he was in this person’s living room. He wore only a hoodie and a thin boxer (where he could already feel a wet spot forming), and one of his feet had a fluffy slipper on while the other was bare.

Consulting his memory, he discovered this body’s name was Nick Collins—he was now a high school teacher, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and chuckle when he rifles through his memories; and though most looked bleak, he had a slight idea how to switch it up.

Before anything else, he runs through the house in search of a mirror, to fully see what he has to work on. Kevin relished the light feeling after being heavily muscular for the past years, and though he’d been used to cardio and marathons, this felt weirdly different and unique. He smiles to himself, and finds a full mirror in one of the hallways.

“Hmm,” Kevin hums to himself, examining his face in the mirror and running a hand on his chin. He looked about a year or two older in this body, though he did look decent and good enough. “Yeah, I can work with this.” He adds with a grin and an approving nod at his reflection. He rummages through his new memories again, until he gets distracted by a warmth emanating from below, rubbing against his pants.

Kevin sighs, laughing to himself as he brings his eyes down. It didn’t seem as huge as his old one, yet it felt just as hot and perhaps the girth was the same once he let his hands graze the tip. Instantly, he felt a jolt of pleasure course through him—the boxers were thin, and he wasn’t wearing anything else underneath it.

He rolls his eyes, as a mischievous smirk breaks out of the corner of his mouth.

“Well, this is one way to settle in.” Kevin whispers to himself, not holding back from moaning as soon as he lets the beast out of his pants. It was even more impressive than he expected, and he felt a little drool escape his lips. He just shrugs, and tells himself. “Fine, time to explore myself first.”

—

Elsewhere, the salesman watched the two men engaging and having fun in their new respective bodies. He couldn’t help but smirk, as he nodded his approval at both of them. “Another great deal.” He told himself, ticking off the names of both Nick and Kevin off his list—though he still had a few names that he had to visit sooner or later to sell them the same thing, since it seems to be the easiest to peddle these days.

He switches his screen off at the same time as both Kevin and Nick had their sweet release, spreading their new essence all over their new forms. The salesman was all too familiar with these, in fact he even recorded them to sell, but that wasn’t the point now—he had to go meet his other customers.