The Runaway

The Runaway

(Spring Break Pirates 11 of 14)

Yeah it's me ... It's Thomas. Now, tell me who you are before I open, the damn door.

See, Simon, now was that so hard. I'm going to open it, but keep your hands were I can see them; you've been spending too much time with Mr. Black. I need to make sure I can trust you.

Hey, what the fuck, Simon. What ... how ... you ... you look like ... you. You look like .... like your old self. How did you do this? What happened? Did you find a way to reverse this? ... Oh my god!!! Simon your eyes. They're pitch black. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Your saying Mr. Black did this to you. He gifted you with a seed of his powers. Now, your soul is being corrupted, with dark narcotic energy. But, you still have a piece of your humanity.and, with it you want to help get us of the boat.

This is fuckin great. I guess he didn't take into calculation how much you hate his guts. Now, that you have his power ... you can give us our bodies back.

What!? ... why won't you. Our bodies have been burned to ash. But, how did you get yours back. What the fuck!? Leonardo's soul was sacrificed to bring your body back. What the fuck!! So, we really are stuck like this. We're fucking stuck like this. I mean there's gotta be a way. You gotta be able to do something? I can't stay like this!

You can do something but, you won't. You won't sacrifice good innocent lives to do your spells. You want to hold on to your humanity for as long as possible. Then take Mr. Black's soul, he's not a good person. And use his soul to restore our bodies.

What? He's just one soul and will only provide one body. Damn, it!! Well we don't have to stop with Mr. Black. There are other corrupt souls all over the world. You can use theirs to transform us back.

What! The fuck dude! You still won't. Why!? The spell ... the one to bring our bodies back ... it'll corrupt our souls. Like it's doing to you. I don't give a fuck, do it to me. Give me my body back.

What are you doing with that knife. Uh ... I can't ... br ... ea ...th. *Gasp* Okay ... *gasp* okay ... I'll listen to you. Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me.

If you won't give us our bodies back, then how are you going to help us. Your, going to kill Mr. Black and free us from the boat and his reach. Then, you'll start looking for a safer way to change us back.

So, what do you need from me. You need me to leave the boat. Mr. Black wants me dead. In order to gain his trust and get closer to him, you need to make it look like you killed me.

Okay ... I get it. You send me off. You do your business. Then you'll come find me. And, along with the other guys, we'll find a way to get back to our normal bodies. Smart plan, dude!

What's with the face? I got it almost right. You've been doing the calculations in your head? There's an additional enchantment on the boat? What does it do? What!? Those who leave the boat, without Mr. Blacks permission ... they disappear. What does that mean? Where do they go ... what do you mean you don't know. So, in order to save everyone else, you need to sacrifice me. It's either this or you killing me. So my two options are a confirmed death or the unknown.

Okay, I'll do it. I don't really have a choice. And, I'm the first mate. I need to do what's best for the crew and my captain. Let's get it done.

. . .

So, I just jump off the boat? Okay, well, guess this is it. It's been great knowing you and all the guys. just promise me you'll help the rest of the guys. Send them by best, when this is all over. And, hang in their. I know these powers must be hard to contain. But, you are a good guy, remember that. So ... here, I go .... *plop*

...

*Gasp* *cough* Shit!! This water it's so cold. I been underneath it for what felt like hours. Wait I. The distance ... land!?

...

A beach! People! Finally, I'm so close. I'm so, tired. I don't think I can make it. A boat, life guards!

...

Thanks guys. I don't know how I got that far out. Yeah, I guess I got caught up in a strong current. Wait ... what is that thing you guys are talking into. That's a pretty fancy walkie talkie. Wait ... what did you just say in your report? 7/21/19? What year are we in? 2019?

...

Shit, they ran vitals on me. And, I was fine. It's been a little less than a year, since I washed up close to the shore. I've was gone for about 30 years. 2019 would have been the year, I actually did turn 55. So, I guess time warped itself to make sense, with my aged body. I've settled up roots in this beach town. Being, a middle aged college drop out, with no papers to prove I'm a US citizen, it was hard. Luckily, I got hired at some hole-in-the-wall leather gay bar. Besides that, it's just been hard adjusting in general. So much has changed since the 80s. I've been trying to slowly introduce myself to new things. I just got one of those new fancy cellphone things. It's been helpful; on my down time, I've been researching what happened.

They looked for us. It's all in the papers. Our families looked for us. It was a big story. A group of college boys go missing at sea. But, every source leads to one conclusion, none of them were ever heard of again. I thought of seeing my family. But, I'm against it. It's not like I can explain the situation. They probably wouldn't even believe me, I am in a completely different body after all. And, it just been to long in general. My mom died a decade after I went missing. My siblings are older and I don't want to give my dad a heart attack.

Plus, I need to stay here. I know the guys are still out there. I need to be here for them. I need to keep looking for them. Or hope that they find me here, one of these days.

“Spring Break Pirates” Catch Up & Talk #2

Hello, another week pasted, and 5 more stories for the “Spring Break Pirates” have been written. Thank you, once again, for all the love and support. The last 4 parts of this series will conclude next week. But, like last weekend, this weekend will be used as a catch up for those you have missed any of the previous parts. 

If you you missed the first five parts, click here. This link will take you to the first Catch Up and Talk, There you will find links to the first 5 stories.

Now, here are the 5 stories that were written this week:

The Deserter: William West has been taking a liking to Eric. Still, strong of mind, he knows the boat life is no life to live. Also, wary of Mr. Black’s plans, he decides he wants to run away with Eric and start a new life together. Everything seems to go to plan, but, in the last second, Eric turns against his friend, as the boat, that has slowly been corrupting him, takes it final hold on his mind. Leaving William to suffer a fate worst than death.  

The Captain: Upon the rising tensions, from the punishment placed on Will, Thomas goes to seek the Captain, Travis Welling, We are finally made aware of his condition and the mental trap that he has been placed in. Through Thomas’ pleading, the Captain is snapped out of his trance and readied into action, as a coming war is brewing.  

The Navigator: Trying to gather support against Mr. Black, Thomas goes to see the last member of the crew, Ryan Sanchez. But, instead is met by Damian Dagger, a new alter ego that is slowly corrupting  Ryan’s mind. Understanding he can’t reason with Damian, Thomas leaves. For a moment, Ryan is able to break free but before he can find Thomas, Eric appears. Trying to gather support of his own, Eric helps break Damien free from the mental prison. As, Ryan once again is placed back in.

Mr. Black: Mr. Black reveals his thought of everything that has been happening. For, the most part he is pleased. and, he hopes his master will be, as well. However, he has been noticing somethings are off. Eric comes telling him about the coming rebellion, but  Mr. Black, feels like he still has the upper hand. And wants to play with his prey before finishing the final step. But, before that happens he needs to confirm his suspicions.   

The Cabin Boy: Again, we leave off this week, with Simon. The spell on his body has been progressing. He, also, has been able to spend more time with the book. Although, he can’t understand almost all of it, bits and pieces have started revealing themselves to him. However, this secret is let out once Mr. Black walks in on him. And, Mr Black’s worries are confirmed. Something very wrong is occurring on the ship, So, instead of punishing Simon, he rewards him with his old body, back. In hopes that Simon will agree to help him as an assistant and apprentice in the art of necromancy. But with deep rooted hate for Mr. Black and the soul corrupting resurrection that was placed on his body, Simon’s own powers are starting form and revenge is filling his mind. 

Stay tuned more coming next week...

The Powder Monkey

(Spring Break Pirates 12 of 14)

There Sir, I can feel it. The energy of the boat has shifted. Thomas is no longer on it. That said, Simon didn't kill him. Thomas went over board. Simon failed.

What, you knew he wouldn't have the balls to go through with it. It's part of your plan to taint Simon's soul. Your proud of him?! Why the fuck are you so connected to him! What about me! I'm here, I'm serving you full heartedly. He's still in the mindset of ending you.

Train me! Let me be your apprentice. I have gifts. This ship ... this curse ... it's giving me powers. It has allowed me to sense auras and energies. But, you knew that. Your using me as your little surveillance system. But, I can be so much more.

What, cat got your tongue. Why won't you give me more responsibility. Simon is gonna be the end of you. Are you scared of me. Do, you think I'll be stronger than you. Ack *hyperventilating* *gasping* What are you doing to me?

I didn't mean to talk out of line. I just wanna serve you, better. *groaning pain* Owww! Stop it every bone in my body. Forgive me!!

What the fuck! What did you do to me. You promised I could keep that hot sexy latino body. I don't want to be this white twink. Yes, I know I was orginally white. But, that latino stud. That body it was mine, it's who I was meant to be. You promised I could keep it!

What that's not fair! You know what I meant. I wanted to look like that for the rest of my life. I know technically I still have the same body, but you made it look different. Aww my mind, what no ... I can't think ...

Yes, sir, I'll stop talking now. Yes, sir I am happy with my new body. Yes, sir I need to punished for talking back.

I'm your little powder monkey and I serve to take care and polish that cannon between your legs. Yes, sir, I'm ready for you to stick it into my port hole. I'm glad, I can finally serve you better.

Chemical Warfare Weight Gain

As I began waking up, the only thought running through my mind was the beeping of the EKG, my arm was attached to. I laid there for a few minutes, my thoughts slowly returned to me.

I began remembering my name, my past but, I had no idea how I ended up there. (I was a soldier in my countries army), I told myself. Although I felt no pain, I feared the worst. (Did I get injured in an enemy attack), I continued thinking to myself.

With a deep breath and my growing strength, I opened my eye and, looked up at the world, around me. I was in a dimly lit hospital room, a curtain prevent me from viewing more than my immediate surroundings. I turn my attention to my body still covered by a thin blanket.

By this time I had no trouble sitting myself up. And, as I did I threw the blanket off me, revealing my hairy yet muscular body, which only wore a pair of boxer briefs. I was thrown a bit off guard but, started to rub the different parts of my body, letting the hair slide through my fingers. (Damn I must have been out for awhile), I thought while feeling the field of hair that covered most of my body. I knew my body had the potential to get really hairy, but I usually shaved on a daily basis to prevent it. Now all that constant work wasted.

My attention turned to my underwear. I looked around and waited to see if I could hear anything. And, when I thought I was safe. I took off my underwear. Again I was relieved. My 8 inch dick was still there surrounded my meaty sized balls. However, I would admit they looked smaller, as the hair on my legs and torso met at my pelvic region to create a massive bush of hair.

Looking around the room I noticed a mirror, which allowed me to see my back and ass, which were also covered in a layer of fur. (Damn, I going have to fix this), I thought to myself.

As I sat there becoming acquainted with my hairy body, something odd popped in my head. (This hair on my body had to take at least a month to grow out. So, I was on this bed for awhile. But, there wasn't an IV placed on me. No, feeding tube. I don't remember waking up to feed myself. How did I survive without food and water.), I started to question the situation I found myself in. But, the strangest part was that I didn't feel hungry.

With questions running through my head, I put my underwear back on and went to look for a doctor or nurse. Leaving my covered area, I finally noticed I wasn't alone. On the other side of the room, partially covered by a divider. I saw a man, also, on a ER bed. Unlike me he was very fat. His belly was exposed as his blanket was on the floor.

As, I got closer to him, I noticed he was completely naked. Ripped pieces of underwear were buried under his fat ass. He was also hairy, but not as hairy as me. His big beefy legs and puffed out fat pad made his dick look small. But, It wasn't like he could have seen it over the mountain that was his stomach. His chest looked somewhat muscular, but now an equal layer of fat made his pecs look more like boobs. Seeing his face, something seemed familiar but, I couldn't make it out. Even through the double chin and fat checks, I felt like I've seen this face, before. (But this guy must be close to 300lbs, I would remember someone this big), I thought to myself.

Feeling embarrassed for him, that his fat naked body was on full display. I picked up the blanket and covered him. His fat stomach even more pronounced with the thin fabric clinging to it. Unable to resist the urge, I patted his stomach, "there ya go big guy." I was shocked as he began to move. His eyes struggling to open. He softly moaned, trying to tell me something. But with the breathing tube in his mouth and the fact he was half conscious, he wasn't understandable. I looked around and also noticed no IV, was placed in him. "Don't worry buddy, I'll go get us some help and answers." I left as his eyes began to close again.

I continued walking and every room I past had the same sight. Big fat men, of different sizes, laying on hospital beds. Not one of them hooked up to machines, other than heart monitors and some had breathing tubes . I reached the elevator and pushed the button. Nothing happened. I started to panic and moved quickly to the stairwell. The doors that lead out were locked. I started yelling for someone ... anyone, as I continued walking the empty halls.

I found my way into a big room, with the biggest guy on the floor here. He must have been 600 pounds. There was no way this man was able to move as his body was nothing more than a giant bean bag of fat. No curves ... just a blob of fat. His file sat on a nearby desk.

"Officer Ryan Lakewood" the file read. I paused for awhile, but suddenly a wave of recognition rushed my brain. I knew that name. Lakewood was one of the more well known guys in the troop. He was massive with muscle; easily the strongest guy. I remained in shock as I walked towards the fat man's face, "It couldn't be" I told myself. But, as I looked at the man's face ... It was him. Underneath all the fat that filled his once chiseled face, I could see him; the man he used to be.

How did that happen. He did eat a lot, but all of that went to fueling his massive muscles. Before, I could think anymore the heart monitor he was attached to flatlined. Panicked, I started to do chest compressions. But, it wasn't long before doctors and nurses, covered up in protective gear, rushed in. They grabbed me and in my panicked state, I started to fight back. But, I was no match as I felt a syringe being stabbed into my skin. As the drowsiness set in, I heard the doctors say "He's gone, the last one over 400lbs ... at least the others still seem to be in stable condition."

I woke up tied to a chair in an empty room. I looked up to see two doctors in front of me. "Hello Liam."

"What the fuck is going on." I yelled.

They explained everything to me. Our enemy secretly broke into our base and unleashed a gas attack. However this gas attack was a new chemical warfare weapon. Once inhaled it latched on to any food in the stomach. The calories release from the food became a deadly ridiculous amount. But death was prevent by the second affect of the gas. It speed up the fat production process and allowed the skin to become more elastic, allowing the infected to safely grow fatter. Even then those who gained an insane amount of weight had other complications, and were deemed very likely to die. Most of these men were 400lbs or more.

However, the worst part is that the men stayed affected by the gas. Meaning if they ate anything, another massive weight gain would happen. The only positive was these men never had to drink or eat anything ever again.

Our base was the first and two more came after. The doctors feared more attacks. So, they started looking for a way to negate or reverse the affects. But, they weren't able to see how the gas worked first hand. They could have given a man something to eat. But all the men were too big. Giving these men anymore to eat would have been a death sentence. All the men where to big ... except me.

My stomach was completely empty when the gas attack happened. The doctors proceeded to tell me that I was their best choice to help save 100s if not 1000s of my brothers. So, I agreed. In a short time, numerous machines were attached to me. When all of it was done, they brought out a small salad

I put one piece of lettuce in my mouth and the flavor was amazing. It was the best thing I ever ate. All this time, I didn't feel hungry, but now I was starving. I ignored the fork and started shoveling food into my mouth, with my hands. Over the euphoria of the sensations happening in my mouth, I could here the doctors outside the room, yelling to stop. But, I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. By the time they came in the room, I was done. But, I was still hungry. I felt my body tingle but, it only made me hungry. I tried to run past the doctors but they stopped me and knocked me out with another dose of tranquilizers.

When I came to, I felt myself laying on a hospital bed again. I was no longer hungry, but I felt heavy. I slowly opened my eyes to face the truth. I looked down to see a hill of fat where my abs once were. I uncover myself and started to examine my new fat body. I sat up and looked into the mirror placed by my bed, as I continued to feel different parts of my body.

My face now had chubby checks and small a double chin, hidden behind my new beard. My stomach jutted out, covered in fur. I used my hands to push it in and felt no signs of the abs that once graced the area. Instead of hard muscular pecs, sitting on my chest were hairy soft breast. I reluctantly touch my new man boobs. It felt weird. As, I touch them I notice how they and my new belly jiggled with every movement. I looked at my, once slender, thighs; they were big, juicy, and also covered in hair. I tried to suck in my stomach but couldn't. It was like my body wasn't use to sucking it in, a muscle I would have to work on.

So, I used my hands to adjust my stomach so I could get a good view of my dick. All this jiggling, reluctantly made my dick hard. Surrounded by fat and a bush of pelvic hair, it didn't even look 8 inches any more. I was lucky if it past of as a 4 incher. I stood up and looked in the mirror. This was my new body ... I couldn't believe one small salad did this.

Over the course of the next few days, doctors came in talk to me. The data they received from me was helpful but, they would need more cases like mine to get enough data. They continued working on a cure but without that additional data they keep running into problems. And that data would never come because, the gas attacks stopped. Many of the world countries secretly got together to stop the country responsible. The use of that gas was a war crime. And, all information was kept secret from the public.

In total I gained 60lbss from eating one salad, going from my fit 186lbs to a fat 249lbs. The rest of the survivors and I were gathered and were given a debriefing. I look around and was a little happy to see I was still one of the thinner guys there. But, you could tell we were all bummed out about our new bodies. We were told to never eat anything again, unless we wanted to die. They explain that as long as we didn't eat anything we wouldn't feel hungry. But, once food entered our mouths we would be insatiable unless we were isolated from all food for a couple of hours.

They also told us the weight gain was permanent no amount of exercise would lead to weight loss, but it would still help the muscle we loss from spending months at the hospital, being inactive.

Many of the bigger guys were forced out of the army. The, still very fat, thinner guys were given a choice to leave. I stupidly agreed to continue serving my country. I didn't realize being overweight, the best way to serve my country was patrolling the streets like some glorified security guard.

Now, I'm constantly mocked by civilians and other soldiers who know nothing about what really happened. I get teased with food and called pig. I had a few close calls where people threw food at my face. Luckily none landed in my mouth. The hardest part is never eating again. It's not that I'm hungry, it more like a habits. Imagine doing the same thing for 26 years of your life and now you can't do it anymore. I miss eating, I just want to be normal again. But, the urge to stay alive is stronger. If I give in, the inner pig would be unleashed, eating every in sight and killing me in the process.

Going off anon (I've sent a couple) - I usually read TF stories for a more sexual reason, but I like what you're doing. This soul stuff can be heavy though - with only five parts left I'm really curious as to what's going to happen. I hope your hint about my last ask where you talked about good hearts means what I think it does. But I guess patience will have to win out for me.

Its nice meeting the tumblr behind the ask lol. Yeah, I like the sexual side too.

But, I'm also a big fan off the magical side. Understanding how different types of body swaps would work and the consequences that would happen because of them. And, testing the limits of what these types of powers mean.

Is something going to happen to Eric's body as punishment? He's the shadiest character so far.

Let me just say Karma has a way of balancing things out.