"Kenny" Kyle reached out. Only that the hands doing the reaching weren't his own but that if his best friend. "I need to tell you something."
"What?" Kenny muttered in covered tones.
"Let's move somewhere no once can hear us." And by that, they walked towards the right part of the school. The students dwindled as they neared their destination until the only students are the goth kids sitting in their place. They placed themselves far away from the group's prying eyes.
"I'm the goo you saw last night." Kyle said quietly but loud enough for Kenny to hear. Beneath the worn down parka, Kyle could see confusion. Kenny did not make a single sound, not even to ask if he's crazy. "Also, I'm not Stan. I'm Kyle. I am sort of controlling Stan's body." Like before Kenny was speechless. For a full ten second at least.
"Cool."
"You don't think I'm crazy?"
"Of course not dude. I took over that fatass' body last summer." Kenny sat down on the snowed steps. "Remember when he drank my ashes."
"Yeah." Kyle sat down too. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you how could I return back to normal. This whole thing being Stan is freaking me out."
"If I were I would enjoy it dude. You could be anyone you want. You could be a girl or a better guy. You could be an adult and do adult stuff." Kenny seemed to be enjoying Kyle's predicament more than he does. Although, Kenny could have a sliver of truth. Why does he want to go back to his old body? Back there, he suffers from his nagging mother and he's always teased as a Jew. Back slat the cafeteria where he was talking to his friends, no one teased him as Stan. Maybe, he could borrow him for a few more hours.
"I think you're right. Anyway, do you know how I could get out of Stan?" If Kenny was right, he could take over other bodies other than Stan. Who though? The possibilities are many.
"I'll come by your house this evening. 8 mean, Stan's house. Tell your mom and Stan's that we're having a sleepover." Kyle agreed. It's the weekend tomorrow and a holiday for two days. So that should be four days of no classes. Enough time to sort this thing out. The only problem is Kyle's mother. She tends to freak out on the slightest of things. So basically, his chances of a sudden sleepover is zero.
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It was a miracle. Kyle plastered a wide grin on Stan's face for the rest of the day. He texted her mother and she definitely agreed. Apparently, his father and Ike was called suddenly at the Canadian embassy. Something about mismanaged parcel or something. That freaked out her mother than the unplanned sleepover. She would be riding her way now.
"Oh hi Kenny." Sharon said. It did not take her a lot to fool her into thinking that Kyle was Stan. His father, Randy Marsh, was too busy doing something in the shed. "Do you want some cinnamon bun Kenny?"
"Thank you." Kenny is visibly famished. He helped himself with two buns and a cup of water before running up to Stan's room. The room, like he last visited is much like his own. The bed and the cabinet full if paraphernalia of their previous adventures.
"So where do we start?" Kyle asked.
"Focus about getting out. Then that's just it." Kenny could have said that before. Nevertheless, Kyle's need to rid himself of Stan's body overcame his urge to complain. Kyle closed his eyes and breathed in rhythm with his heart. He could feel it. The wriggling of the thing inside him. It filled every part of him. He focused on detaching all of them, starting from his feet. On a moment's notice, he lost the touch of the cold carpet. His feet wobbled and soon he was crashing to the floor. Kyle lost his focus and the rough carpet caressed his toes once more.
"You crashed." Kenny said.
"I know."
Kyle spent the rest of the day doing the same thing again and again. Only ping as far as losing the sense of his upper legs. He took only one break and that is the ham dinner he took with Stan's family. Randy was back from the shed covered in a mixture of grease oil and sweat. Sharon berated him about his sweat and shaming the family to Kenny. He retorted that Kenny is used to the smell since his family lives with hobos. Thus resulted in more silent-shouting and Stan's sister, Kelly, screaming that no one notices her anymore. He blames Stan for everything of course. Once dinner was over, Kyle and Kenny sped back to Stan's room.
Kyle's heavy stomach reduced his ability to focus. He ate too much and he thinks Kenny did so too. They jumped on the bed, eyes to the cold and blank ceiling.
"Aren't you curious?" Kenny said, breaking the minute of silence.
"About what?"
"About Stan's dick. You have it and you haven't seen it yet." This apparently surprised Kyle. The thought haven't crossed his mind and probably never will without Kenny. He never took a bathroom break once and have never changed his clothes yet. Thinking of what it looks like just tickles his curiosity more.
"Why would I want to see it?"
"It's just I'm curious you know. When I'm in Cartman's body, I can't see his dick with his belly in the way. Aren't you curious too?"
This talk about dicks is making him uneasy. At the same time, he could swear that his sensation in his private area heightened by the thousand. He could feel it shuffle towards the left, the throbbing and its rising.
"Look you have a hard on." Kenny was right. A tent is forming in his pants and us getting more profound by the second.
"For fucks sake, I'm not gay." Kyle retorted. He's not gay nevertheless, Stan's dick thinks farther than his mind.
"What's that supposed to do with being gay? You're inside Stan's body, you have as much right to jack off."
"Jack off!?" That very thought is out of bounds. But why is he setting this boundaries though? The tent is visibly bigger now and it's starting to hurt. "Jack off." Kyle said once again, this time more slowly.
"I could help you." Kenny is full of surprises today. "By the way, I'm Bi so don't worry." Everyone knows his Bisexual. He never lost that liking to both male and female after the Metrosexual conundrum that plagued the town's men. His father, Stuart, screamed for days.
Kyle's cheek flustered. Could he really do this to his best friend's body? It's really painful now and the only thing that could cure it is jacking off. At the back of his mind, he could remember that jacking off focuses the mind. Surely this is helpful to his cause right?
In one fine sweep, he unbuckled his pants and drawn his white briefs. It sprang as a lion, as hard as rock, and beating to the rhythm. Stan's dick, as usual for pre-pubescent males, isn't like those of the male porn stars they watched. Sure it was white, but it wasn't quite as long and thick. Kyle hand touched it. The warmth dispelled the cold forming in his fingers. He touched it with the other hand and it did the same.
In a sudden shift of tone, Kenny acted as the voice of reason. "Are you ready to do this dude?"
(A/N : This mentions South Park episodes "South Parks is Gay" and "A Ladder to Heaven")
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