Greed

It wasn’t so long ago I was just an ordinary guy. Coming to college, hoping to make new friends, have fun new experiences, maybe find a girlfriend to love. Now I was turning into a monster, with powers that were unnatural, at once abhorrent to the moral mind and yet felt so undeniable to me.

Idle considerations that once would have terrified me to my core flitted through me, as I thought:

“Am I losing my humanity?”

These considerations were idle because increasingly, I did not care. Candida had been right when she’d said it was a gift, said it was a power that would grant pleasures beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. How could I ever content myself with the idea of an ordinary life, basic friendships with average people, eating inexpensive and bland foods while wearing cheap clothes, and having vanilla sex with some regular girl?

I looked out at the skins arranged around me, the semi-circle shape they formed feeling like a half-halo as each invited me to consider the life I could have inside them. The first was Lisa, the girl who’d started it all. My crush as soon as I got to college, beautiful, smart and kind. Training as a doctor with all the brains and dedication to realize her dream. Her dark hair cascaded in lush waves down her deflated shoulders, the light tan of her skin quite the pleasant contrast compared to the pallid pale of my own. Inside her I could go back to my university, but in a vessel that was superior in every single way.

Next to her was Annie. Her cute East Asian face and innocent appearance hid the great ambition and hunger of her personality, her relentless drive to make it in the upper echelons of society. Even going to Thornton Academy as a scholarship student marked her as special, more special than most of an already esteemed student body. I had no doubt wearing her drive, and with the complete lack of inhibition stopping ordinary people from realizing their aspirations, I could go far.

In the middle lay Maria, the maid. Her life had been difficult, raised in a big family in difficult conditions in her native Philippines. Even from such tough soil though, a stunning flower had been able to bloom. Her black bob haircut added a demure sophistication to a body that screamed sex, her every measurement a genetic gift. Wearing her I’d be the picture of South East Asian beauty, and all I had to do was transfer wealth from Eva and Victoria to her and I’d be set for life if I returned to her native home. Dreams of a life of leisure flitted to me, a mansion in an island paradise, after of course using my wealth to lift her family out of poverty. Truly, I would be their favorite daughter and savior, with her grateful parents and siblings totally unaware the hardworking girl who’d left to help them had been replaced by a male imposter wearing her skin.

Next lay Victoria, her usually pristine face defiled with the mascara tears she’d shed as I subjugated her. I’d never been popular in high school, and as is the case for all who aren’t, I couldn’t help but dream and wonder what it might have been like. Wearing Victoria’s face, I could find out firsthand. The life of the Queen bee, the popular blonde rich bitch. Driving her pink Porsche and controlling the social scene all from within a body given the highest caliber of everything from birth. Such a tantalizing possibility, it was hard not to reach out and slide into her skin right this second.

Finally, lay Eva’s skin, offering the easiest option of them all. All the other skins had some struggle or effort ahead of them, some tasks they’d need to complete. Eva’s didn’t. Eva had already made it. Her life was already the dream for so many gold-digging women, and for all the sleazing and careful work on their looks they had to do to achieve it, I simply had to put on Eva’s skin. Arguably the most beautiful of the five already stunning skins, wearing her I’d enjoy total luxury, sex, **** and whatever else I pleased, all while wearing dresses and heels that cost more than NYC rents.

My eyes flit between the arranged skins, emotions beginning to splinter and crash within me. The ripe memories of everything I’d done, all the lying, deceiving, degeneracy. The taunting subjugations, the spectacular lengths I’d gone to take what was mine.

That’s right… Candida was right… they are mine. They’re all mine, aren’t they? Why should I have to choose? Why can’t I have them all?!

I could feel energy building within me, spiking higher and higher as my pulse rate began to skyrocket. It felt like a panic attack but good, like a **** come-up that seemed to jet far beyond any rational leveling off point. My eyes flicked between the skins faster and faster as the energy burrowed into my bones. I began to shake, just a little, barely suppressed power coursing throughout me, while my cock became so hard it began to pulse.

And then all at once the energy broke. I cried out and my body seemed to give out, falling onto the bed as a torrent of visions burst upon me. It felt reminiscent of those natural instincts I’d had upon first waking up as a skinwalker, the knowledge of how to use my newfound innate abilities. Much as it was then, a part of me that was becoming less human by the second recognized this for what it was: An evolution.

The visions coalesced into a form I could understand, one that made sense in a way that could be described. Images of sex, some where I could recognize my own body, others where I knew I was wearing the man, and some more where I knew I was inside a woman, yet still my cock was enflamed and pulled through my stolen labial lips and penetrating whatever male or female I was fucking.

In each of them, my cum became the focus, and then it warped so I was fucking the people I’d just been with only now they were empty skinsuits. I felt myself ejaculate down their throats, in their asses, in their wombs, all deflated. And then, they rose, seemingly rendered whole again, yet without a wearer.

My seed now carries the power to bring a skin back to life, with a copy of myself controlling it.

My eyes jettisoned open, barely able to believe what I’d just seen. I sat up on the bed, my body sweaty and tired like I’d just run a marathon, yet simultaneously charged with a deep desire to test out the new ability I may have acquired.

As I looked out at the skins on the floor, I only had one question: