Cartman drafted downwards and hid behind the tree foliage. Most of Clyde's gang took a bathroom break except for Clyde himself and the big-head Timmy. Cartman drifted through the trees and right directly at the brown headed teen. Clyde, unaware of the mist surrounding him, blissfully packed his snack box.
It came as a jolt. Clyde's lungs constricted like someone is clenching his throat. He looked around but found only Timmy.
"Timmy?" The boy in the wheelchair asked. His voice quivered at the boy clutching his seat.
It took only a moment before the huge essence of Cartman fully penetrated the boy. Every bit of was sucked into the Clyde's orifice. He was gasping for air but little does he known that he was taking Cartman more. Clyde slumped on the ground and above him, Timmy repeated his own name in a trance.
"Hey," A monotonous voice said. Someone was clutching Cartman's shoulder. "You tired dude?"
"Get off me." Cartman protested. He shrugged off Craig's hand and helped himself up. Everything swirled and transfixed into place. He felt heavier, more solid and warm. Blood was coursing back into his veins and that was a good welcome. Around Cartman, Clyde's gang surrounds him. A worried face plastered in each and every one of them.
"We're just worried sheesh." Token said. "We're going to play again. You can just sit here."
Cartman didn't answer. He sat at the wooden bench. He was looking more at himself than the basketball game in front. He really is Clyde Donovan now. The boy voted as the cutest by the girls. The richest boy next to Token. "I really am Clyde." He snickered. Cartman liked hearing his voice, like how the words he comes up flows out of his mouth. He liked how light he was. His clothes don't constrict him because he's fat. He liked everything right now.
"Y-You se-seem to be in a - g-g-good mood Clyde." Jimmy stuttered and smiled. For a disabled person, he was quick to notice.
"I feel fantastic." Cartman blurted. He want to jump, to run, to try everything with his new body. "When they asked, I'm went back home." Cartman grab what seemed to be Clyde's stuff and dashed out. He was far away when he heard Jimmy called back.
He opened the key back to the Donovan residence and found that it was deserted. Clyde's mother died and his father owned a shoe store. As for his siblings, he doesn't really know of Clyde have one. He was never talkative with his family after the toilet incident with her mother.
Clyde's room was like the room of every other boy in South Park, except Kenny, he's poor. The room is plastered with monotone wallpaper and various toys litter the floor. A desktop computer is at the corner and hums silently along with the vent. Several posters hangs above his bed. Most of them portraying some Soccer team overseas. One poster pictures a legendary Chinpokemon.
Cartman walked to a lone ornate whole body mirror on the corner of the room. He half-expected for his old fat body to appear but Clyde moved on to the scene. Every move Cartman made, Clyde mimicked. Cartman moved closer. His breath is forming mist on the mirror surface but behind that, he could still see himself. He really does have a cute face. A face which is now fully under his possession. His nose, pronounced but not too much. His hair flowed like river as he combed his finger through. His cheeks, as white as snow, rosed as the cold licked his faced.
Suddenly, a knock came from the door. Heavy and monotonous, the knocking lingered. Cartman rushed down to see...
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