Chapter #4Sample the new stuff. by: Unknown Thomas walks through the lobby of his apartment building, nodding politely, with briefcases in hand, to the guard at the desk. He quietly took the elevator to the top floor, all of which was his…he basically had an apartment the size of a house. Stepping into his domicile, Thomas loosened up his tie, walked over to a big chair by the window, and sat down. He opened a briefcase in front of him, revealing the contents to be a number of good-sized bags of white powder. He took some out and spread it along his glass table, forming a long straight line as always. “For what I paid for this shit, the dealer better not have been lying about how good it is,” Thomas declared as he took a snort.
Suddenly, his senses went haywire!!! Whatever this stuff was, no other drug came close. It was as though the happiness and dreams and sensations of the entire city were flowing into Thomas at that very moment. Colors and smells and feelings he had never known before—tastes, thoughts, everything! Having had no more than a little bit of the drug, Thomas slumped smiling back into his chair. “Oh my god,” he said, dazed. His final thought before he passed out was, “Thank god Officer Nelson didn’t find this stuff…I want it all to myself.” With that, his hazy vision went black.
Then, something strange happened. Thomas awoke again…his eyes fluttered open, as if from a daze. Things were…off. Thomas looked about; he was in a room filled with light. As his vision became clearer, he noticed the rather unusual vision of…well…toilets everywhere. He was in a restroom. What the hell? Thomas shook his head, only to feel something else strange. Hair…more of it than he was used to…fluttered around his head. He reached his hand up and, rather confused, pulled the hair out of his field of view. The hair was blonde, even though his hair was black, or at least it had been this morning. His hand was different too—dainty and with long finger nails, even a couple rings on. Something else was unusual—he was sitting on the floor.
Something was definitely off. Thomas dropped the thing that could not possibly have been his hand. He looked down at himself, only to behold the absolutely greatest shock of his existence. He wore what appeared to be a policeman’s uniform. Well…policeman maybe wasn’t the best way to describe it, because his chest gave no indication whatsoever of manhood. Instead, hanging from his chest were two of the largest, most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. The fabric of the uniform was stretched tightly over them, but it could barely contain them. The beautiful and full globes peaked out from the top of the uniform. “Oh my go…” Thomas began, only to put his hand to his mouth to silence a voice that was most certainly not his own. Thomas was worried now, and his heavy breathing brought a wonderful heaving to his chest. He very slowly got to his knees and stood up, feeling his chest jiggle a bit and throw off his sense of balance. He walked very slowly to a nearby mirror and beheld his new reflection—Brenda Nelson stared back at him!
“Holy shit…” Thomas whispered to himself, apparently inside Officer Nelson’s body, as he steadied his new form against the sink. He blinked a couple times and…sure enough…her face still stared back at him with same dumfounded look he must be wearing. He brought manicured hands up to her face and poked and prodded at it, contorting it into strange expressions. His hands then moved farther down to the jello-like globes on his chest, as he cupped and massaged them. “Oh my god,” he mused, amazed by the sensation. He then felt farther down to his (slightly pudgy) belly and Nelson’s wonderfully full, bubbly ass and her wide hips.
Thomas stepped back and tried to think. “Ok…ok so just before I passed out…just before I passed out I thought about her and…and…poof! Here I am!” he said as he motioned to his current meat suit. A great big smile spread across his face as he looked himself over in the mirror. Suddenly, the door behind him opened, and in strolled another officer. Thomas tensed up…he knew he thought he was inside Nelson’s body…but was this all real? Would other people buy it? Thomas stood straight-faced and looked forward like an army recruit, his mind racing about what would happen if he fucked this up.
“Oh, Brenda, there you are,” the woman behind him said, “I wondered where you went…chief’s lookin’ for you over the PA….did you hear it?” she asked. This was a heavyset sixty-something woman who probably worked a desk job. Thomas shook Brenda’s head, “PA…ah….me…hear….um…..no…no I don’t think I heard it…um….sorry…what?” he said, nervous as hell. The woman cocked her head, wondering why Brenda was acting so strangely. She smiled oddly, “Brenda, I said the chief’s lookin’ for you babe; better go see him.”
Thomas was relieved; they really thought he was Brenda Nelson! “Oh..um…sure…yeah I’ll go do that now,” he said as he turned around awkwardly, the added weight in his chest and hips throwing off his center of gravity. Thomas slowly and gingerly maneuvered Brenda’s body out the door of the restroom and looked about at the station as it hummed with activity. He slowly made his way to a set of offices in the back of the building, presumably where the administrators were. Upon reaching the one that said “Chief” on the door, Thomas knocked.
“Come in!” came the call from the other side of the door. Thomas opened it slowly and beheld the Chief. The chief was a heavy-set slob by the name of Nick Trask. He was a really smart and effective officer despite the limiting effects of his sloppy physical condition, and it was his effectiveness that helped him rise through the ranks so damn fast. He was bout 30 or so, but his instincts made him an old pro.
Thomas stepped slowly into the room, smiling meekly at Trask. “Yo…you called chief?” he asked. “I did…take a seat, Brenda,” Trask instructed. On legs like jelly and in a body not his own, Thomas walked slowly to a chair in front of Trask’s big desk and sat down. The extra padding in his hind quarters made the feeling of sitting a bit odd.
“I’ve been calling you awhile Brenda,” Trask said good-naturedly, “where you been?” “W…well see I was on patrol earlier then I got back and…and I didn’t feel good so I had to use the…ahh…you know…the little girls’ room to compose myself…and….I lost track of time. I….I don’t know what got into me,” Thomas concluded, finding that last bit a particularly apt turn of phrase.
“No matter,” Trask said, “the reason I called you in is that I’ve got some new information for you. That anti-drug task force you agreed to head up last week? I’ve got a lead for you to follow. We got a tip that the drugs might be coming in through a legit company…one that acts as a supplier to drug-makers. They just put shipments of the drug in with the legit stuff…then somebody separates out the contraband for use on the street.”
Thomas was flabbergasted. That had to be the same organization that supplied him! Holy hell! He tried to maintain his composure. “Oh…” he said, “you..you think it’s coming from a legit company?” “Yup,” Trask responded, “and as the head of the task force I though you should know. I’ll keep looking into it and we can hopefully we can find out which company is the supplier. I’ll get back to you when I have more info…dismissed.”
Thomas quickly stood, eliciting a delightful jiggle from his chest. “Thank you, sir,” he said, and turned around and left the office. With the door closed, he exhaled a sigh of relief. He had pulled off the illusion and successfully impersonated Nelson. As he walked back to where all the officers had their desks and found the one to which his current body was assigned, a million thoughts raced through his head. This drug was amazing! He could literally jump into the bodies of others! But what would happen if the cops took down his supplier? How would he get more? Would they identify him as a buyer? Would they bring his company down?
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