Body-a-Day #16: Shadow
āOhhh, fuck yeah!ā I said to myself, looking at my host in the mirror as I forced him to jack off while teasing his hole. āYou like that? Yeah? You like me having my way with you again, whore?ā
Ā āUncleā¦? Whatāre you doing? You knew I was arriving today, right?ā I froze as an unfamiliar voice echoed in the room. I glanced back to see someone, probably my hostās nephew, peeking through the narrow slit of the open doorway. I followed his wide-eyed gaze to the inhuman shadow currently attached to his uncle.
That shadow which happened to belong to me.
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Sorry about the sudden opening, allow me to retrace my steps. Allow me to rewind back a few weeks again.Ā
āGoddamnit!ā I sighed and took a deep breath, knowing that my time in this hot and hunky host was coming to an end. His roommate had spotted me and nearly had a heart attack before quickly excusing himself, looking sick.
Have you ever met someone whoādespite how they actedāstill seemed to creep you out? It wasnāt their behavior or anything, it was just a vibe or an aura that seemed to follow them around? Well, my shadow was that kinda aura for me. Wherever I go, itās right there beside me. And because my shadow always follows me, it tends to overshadow my hostās shadow. Rather, it merges with them, creating something that didnāt match the body I was inhabiting. In other words, I created a shadow that belonged to that of a monster. The limbs grew thicker and wilder, the silhouette distorted, and the color shifted enough that it was subtle yet still noticeable.
What this means is that all I can do is just enjoy the hosts that live like hermits. Though itās not all that badājust had a bit of a learning curve. Every once in a whileāokay, so real oftenāI just want to explore their neat bodies and see how sensitive they really are when Iām inside. This apartment complex used to be the ideal place, but it was difficult due to how many apartments had too many people living in them. Economy must really be in shambles for four or five people to be living in such cramped spaces, but there was little I could do but vacate and try somewhere else.
With a sigh, I hopped from my hostās shadow and watched as he tumbled onto the floor, unconscious with his cock still leaking.Ā
To make things easier, I decided to make my way into a small, rather rural town deeper in the south and what a choice it was! Forget the city, between all of the hunky farmers and farm hands I had access to, I regretted not coming by sooner. Before long,Ā switching between them like someone would go through underwear throughout the week. I usually try to do it randomly, but sometimes I end up falling into a cycle.
But my constant masturbation can only get me so far. I need some kind of action. I donāt know why, but my sex drive just goes through the roof whenever I take any of these southern farm hunks over. Maybe if I bought a few toysā¦
I was in the middle of thinking that during one of my usual masturbation sessions wearing a nice hunk when the door suddenly opened. I was face-to-face with a younger guy whose shock was likely mirroring my own. Then, he looked down.
āHeyā¦ā I followed his shifting gaze as it settled on my shadowāthe one that clearly wasnāt his uncleās. One that obviously couldnāt be one of a regular humanās. There were far too many thin limbs that seemed to ebb and flow in and out of reality. It almost seemed like it was some kind of effectāone that transcended the boundaries of what a normal two-dimensional shadow shouldāve been capable of.
And this guy was just staring at it with a blank expression on his face. It was different from the usual reactions of terror that followed, but it still made me nervous. I stuttered out a few ridiculous words such as, āL-Like my new art pieceā¦?ā before just hanging my head in defeat. Such a shame, this was such a nice community to be a part of.
āSo, who are you?ā The stranger said that. Yes, he didnāt run. He didnāt cower. He looked at me with a slightly cocked head and slightly narrowed eyes and asked me a question. When I hesitated in responding, he continued, āYouāre obviously not my uncle. So who actually are you?ā And instead of leaving to get help, he approached me. He still retained a fair amount of distance between us. His body was tense, but mostly from caution rather than fear.
āMy name? Um, for now, itās your uncleās name.ā I closed my eyes and tried to access the memories of this body. āCarl Baker, for now. And youāreā¦?ā
āGarcia Mendez,ā the young man introduced himself. āSo youāre not just some monster or beast pretending to be my uncle. Is he alive?ā I nodded. āGood. Now thenā¦ā Garcia wandered over to one of the cabinets and pulled out two plates. āIām starving. Youāre not going anywhere anytime soon, right? What better way to get to know each other than with a hearty meal?ā
Now I was scared. Just who the hell was this Garcia? Not only did he not fear me, he seemed interested in having some kind of pleasant conversation! As though some creature wasnāt inhabiting his uncleās body and using it for his own devious pleasure.
When I explained all of that to Garcia over a pot of green tea and some fried chicken with mashed potatoes, he seemed confused. āIāve seen weirder, to be honest.ā When I asked him to elaborate, he just said, āThereās some things that just cannot be explained outside of college grounds.ā I pressed on, desperately wanting to know more. Garcia rolled his eyes and said, āIāve got a club that gets up to some shenanigans. Usually Iām the one that has to clean up after the newbiesā various messes.ā
What I noticed while Garcia spoke is that he twirled his finger in the air and the tea seemed to follow his movements, as though he was conducting the liquid to stir itself. I jumped back, arms held up to protect me from whatever spirit he mustāve been commanding. He just laughed at my reaction.
The blood rushed to my face, and I saw down, scowling. āItās amazing how quickly the tables turn,ā I muttered, resting my borrowed head on this bodyās meaty arms. āUsually folks run away at the mere sight of my shadow, but here you are making me feel like Iām gonna shit my pants anytime now.ā I spoke casually with him, but truthfully I did feel like I needed to leave soon or heād consume my soul.
Er, which I guess is all of me at this point.
āYou wanna leave already?ā asked Garcia, he leaned forward, stars dancing in his eyes. āI was hoping to get to talk to you some more.ā He smiled, and for the first time, I really did feel like a guest in this community. āAt the very least, finish your meal. Honestly, Iād rather you stay here until I finally get out. Spending several weeks with my straggot uncle isnāt exactly my idea of fun.ā
Straggot? Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays? Well whatever, not like it means anything to me. However, if it meant that I didnāt have to give up this bombshell of a body, I guess it wouldnāt hurt to be here for a bit longer, right?
Hmmāyup. Mm-hm! Nothing wrong. Nothing at all. There was nothing that could possibly lead to any issues, certainly not how weird this guy was! Yeah, right! This guy's a creep.
āI dunno, Iāve always been quite the nomadic soul. Settling down for an extended period just isnāt my style,ā I said, folding my borrowed arms behind my head and leaning back against the chair. Even in such a compromising and odd state, I couldnāt help but flex and smile in satisfaction at seeing the limb almost inflate with the muscle. This body was just brimming with masculinity. I think thatās what I had been missing the most since losing my physical form. Of course, I was never built quite like this body was, but I loved the sensation of being alive once again.
Garcia approached and placed a hand on his uncleās possessed arm. I shivered at the sudden touch. Before I could protest, Garcia said, āYeah, it feels like how I expected it to feel.ā Then he cupped both of my borrowed pecs with his hands. I clenched my teeth in an effort to not moan, but I couldnāt help but sharply suck in the air. āOh yeah, these two as well! Nice and firm, just like I thought. Still, they feel like very good stress balls, donāt you think?ā We locked eyes and he smiled at me as though this wasnāt sexual harassment. When I voiced my eloquent thoughts out loud, Garcia tilted his head with faux innocence. āSexual harassment? Hmm, personally I would say taking over another person and jerking off without their permission is a far more aggressive form of sexual harassment. Some would even consider it molestation, or even worse.ā
Canāt believe he said that while still fondling this body. This guy really had no shame!
āAnd doing it while their nephew is over?" he continued, "Well, thatās just plain wrong, in my opinion.ā The faux-innocence in Garciaās voice was gone, and now he was just plain smirking.
āBut, yāknow, Iād be willing to look the other way if I got to have some fun.ā He tapped his temple and said, āMy memory just gets oh-so bad after I blow my load.ā He chuckled dumbly as I narrowed my eyes at him.
I didnāt appreciate being blackmailed, but I figured there really was no reason to upset this guy and make the situation worse for myself. āFine fine, I get it,ā I told him, rolling my eyes and doing a double-bicep flex. āAll I gotta do is satisfy you, right? Itās been a hot minute since I had sex, but I think I can do that.ā Truth was, I never actually got laid back when I was alive, but Garcia didnāt need to know that.
We went over to his uncleās bed. āHmm, I think itāll be best if we do some kind of roleplay scenario,ā said Garcia with a naughty glint in his eyes.
I just sighed and agreed to it. āBut Iām not a very good actor,ā I warned him.
He gave a quick run-down on the assignment, and I got into position. I began pounding my meat while smelling his uncleās pit, shouting obscenities into the air before Garcia walked in, mouth agape. āU-Uncle Carl?!ā he said, tone far too robotic and still exaggerated at the same time.
āU-Uh, Garcia!ā I hid my junk as best I could, but his uncleās large cock made it difficult even with both of his meaty hands.Ā
Despite looking quite shocked, Garcia smirked and slowly sauntered over to his uncleās bed. āYouāre all pent up living so far from modern civilization, arenāt you, uncleā¦?ā he said, emphasizing the word āuncleā in a depraved tone.
āTh-Thatās not itā¦ā I muttered, trying to play along as best he could. From the detail he provided me, it sounded like the guy really wanted some kinda scenario like this for a while, and I was his little key to getting it. āCould you⦠leave, p-please? I wanna save as much dignity as I still got.ā But despite my pleadings, Garcia raised his leg and rested a knee by the foot of the bed.
He began crawling over until our noses were just inches from each other. I could feel his hot, desperate breath. The light in his eyes was nearly blinding. Before I could say another protest, he swooped in and gave me a quick kiss. I was beside myself as I felt his warm tongue press up against my own. I pulled away too quickly and lost my balance until I was flat on the bed.
Garcia didnāt shy away, though. He eagerly threw himself on top of me, grinding his bulge against my own. I moaned as I felt his cotton shorts rub against my cock. āY-Youāre fucking crazy,ā I said, not even bothering to be in-character anymore. āThis is your uncle, your uncleās cock! A-And youāre getting off to this?!ā
Garcia pressed his cheek against his uncleās chest. Voice nonchalant, he merely said, āItās nice to indulge in a stupid fantasy every once in a while,ā as though this was something completely normal to do. āSome couples roleplay, some people hook up with every guy whoāll look their way, I like to use magic to fulfill some of these silly desires.ā He fondled his uncleās chest again, grinning like a madman while I trembled on the bed from the waves of erotic pleasures coursing through his uncleās body. āAnd cāmon, this chest was meant to be fondled like this! Donāt tell me you havenāt been using it while jerking off.ā
I avoided his gaze and stared up at the ceiling as I barely managed to utter, āN-No, I havenātā¦ā It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but I really had little experience besides just jerking off my dick and maybe twisting a nipple or two, but Carlās entire chest felt like itād make me cum on its own if it got touched and rubbed the right way.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I suddenly felt something trying to enter my eyes. I glanced down to see Garcia had spread these legs and was putting a finger up this virgin ass. āHaaahā¦! Ahhhā¦!ā I brought a hand to my mouth and bit down on my fingers to keep from crying out. I had never been actually fucked before, and I was starting to get scared.
Garcia mustāve noticed, began he leaned in and gently pushed my hand away. āI wonāt hurt you, uncle Carl. Promise.ā And he softly caressed my cheek with his free hand. Although he kept up that ridiculous wordplay, I could tell there was some sincerity in his words. Did he know it was my first time? Was he trying to make sure I wouldnāt cry out or did he truly care? I wasnāt sure, but I did know thatāfor that small momentāthe affection in his eyes was for me. Even though it was likely some odd and messed up love and frustration towards his family, heāin a roundabout wayādesired me.
How long had it been since I felt anotherās touch? āNrgh, ahhā¦!ā I moaned, eyes shut as I tried to gyrate my hips and spread my hole as best I could. His finger was cold and covered in lube, and he thrust slowly as it was this bodyās first time.
āYouāre doing great,ā he whispered.
And I believed him. For whatever reason, I fully believed him.
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There was only so much I could withstand with a body that still had a virgin hole. After agreeing to suck his cock to get him off, the two of us were spooning on his uncleās bed. Shame had long-since left the building. āYouāll get better,ā Garcia whispered in my ears, pressing his still-hard cock against this stolen crack. āWeāve got the whole summer to practice.ā His arms, despite being smaller than the one I possessed, were wrapped tightly around my torso. I blushed.
āIdiot⦠the whole summer?ā I thought back and said, āItād be the longest Iāve ever been inside one host.ā
The sun was behind us, and I could see my shadow writhing and shifting before us. Yet Garcia didnāt seem to mind. He had hardly mentioned it since. āSo youāll stay?ā he asked. I gingerly nodded. āGreat, youāll need a different name, though. I donāt wanna call you āuncle Carlā while youāre here. Iād rather you two were distinct.ā
A nameā¦? Thinking back on it, itās been decades since I had been called anything other than what my hosts were named. So much so that any name I did have back when I was alive were utterly lost to me.
I choked back a sob. Garciaās grip on me tightened, as though I would float away. My name, I kept thinking, I forgot my name! So much of my previous life was gone now, and my forgotten name was the final straw. I was truly just a ghost haunting this world. I knew I could hardly be called a human, but thisā¦? Some part of me still believed I was a humanāa person.
āIf you canāt remember, then just make one up yourself,ā said Garcia. He made it sound so easy. How could you take something so fundamental about a person, strip it away, and then just rename him? āPeople change their names, identities, and bodies all the time,ā he continued. āYouāre not special that way. In fact, youāre kinda ordinary.ā I wasnāt facing him, but I could feel that damn smirk of his crawling into his face as he spoke. āThe real freak here is me, not you. Youāve just got a weird shadow, thatās all. So, whatāll it be? Your new name. Cāmon, I wanna know! I wanna know!ā He blew on my neck, eliciting another moan from me. Goddamn, what part of his uncle wasnāt sensitive?
Still, I did appreciate it. It was truly hard to feel down when Garcia was here. I sighed and told him, āGive me the rest of the day to think, at least.ā
āWhy? If you donāt like it, then you can always just change it and start over. Us humans are like that, yāknow. If something sucks, just change your mind and do something else.ā
I guess thatās what it meant to be young. Still, Garcia wasnāt wrong. I shut my eyes as sleep began to overtake me. But, for the first time in my life, I went to sleep with anotherās shadow intertwined with my own.








