Chapter 4: Ben

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 4: Ben

by: MrSuits

“Hey Johnny, what’s up?” Ben greeted you as he swung the door open his short chubby form still dressed in his pajamas. The lazy bastard. You looked over his shoulder into the house before looking back around into the street. Nobody.

“Hey what’s that behind you?” You suddenly said pointing behind pretending something shocking was there. He turned around for a second which was all you needed. Grabbing the gun from behind your back you whipped it out in front and shot him watching as he instantly froze. Then in a split second you sprinted into his form and the next thing you were him.

Looking down you could see his pudgy belly contained within the blue pajama top. You brought your hands up to inspect, one had the gun in, and both had chunky sausage fingers, you were definitely Ben. You hooked a finger in the front of his pajama bottoms waist band and pulled out. “Wow.” You couldn’t help but gasp, Ben was packing. Letting it go a cheeky smile spread across your face as you closed the front door before heading into the house. As you sauntered through the posh halls and into the kitchen you couldn’t help but feel excited, like you were a spy on an infiltration mission. You moved over to where you knew the living room was and looked in to see Alex playing Fortnite.

“Alex. Where’s mom?” You asked him.

He finished somebody off in a build battle before turning to you. "I think she's upstairs getting a bath." He told you before turning back to his game. You left him to it and turned to head upstairs. Even though you were currently in the body of somebody who was allowed in this home you creeped through it like an intruder. Slowly sneaking your way up the stairs you began to hear the tap running as the bath filled up, you peaked around the bathroom door, no sign of Liz. She was probably getting ready in her bedroom. You headed over to where you knew her bedroom was and slowly pushed open the door. There she was wearing her bathrobe looking in her wardrobe humming away happily to herself. You weren’t going to waste any time and raised the gun up, your finger twitched as you steadied yourself to pull the trigger.