Posted Fri Sep 18, 2015 | 518 Words | Tagged story alien possession jock

Thanks to Anonymous for suggesting this! Never done an alien possession thing before so hopefully I have done ok!

The stars were beautiful tonight. I loved going out to the forest to camp and just watch the stars. It was so peaceful and relaxing to get away from it all. Get away from the people at uni who would just go on about ‘normal’ things like working out, drinking or other things. I never would have expected my course to be full of… jocks.

I had almost fell asleep when I heard something like an airplane fly across, which startled me. Of all of the years of coming here to relax, I had never heard an airplane and I was pretty sure this was well out of the way of any flight path.

But it wasn’t an airplane, it crashed not far from me. In fact, it had crashed into a ditch metres away from where I was standing. Being the curious person that I was, I decided to investigate and have a look.

There were quite a bit of steam from the heat of the rock, so I tried to keep a good enough distance. It cooled down quickly though, and after 5 minutes it looked safe enough to get closer to the rock. It was quite small, about the size of a tennis ball. It looked interesting, it wasn’t like any rocks I had seen being black and covered in… scales. I wanted to feel it, wondering what it was.

I touched it and upon doing so, the texture wasn’t anything like what I expected. It was sticky and goey, and still quite hot. But pulling my hand away just stretched it, and it wasn’t coming off. I tried to wipe it off with my other hand, but it just stuck to that hand as well.

Then it moved on it’s own. The whole thing just seemed to gain strength and started to pull itself up and then through my body, under my clothes up to my head, and then I felt it at one of my ears. I felt it dig into my ears and then trying to feel it, it was gone.

Then I felt it doing something. My head got a headache and I was sure I could hear ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ was. I felt it go through my memories and my thoughts, but it had also managed to paralyse my body at the same time. I felt my mouth drooling which was gross and I assumed by the feeling of the grass behind me I had fell.

Then it said something, ‘jock jock jock good’. Oh no, it had found my thoughts about them. The muscle bound dumbos I had to deal with. Thinking that, it seemed to respond with happiness and then dug deeper into me.

I felt something as it mushed it’s way into me. My thinking… slowed… huh? Huhu… felt kinda good. Muscles, yes. My muscles make me good yeah?

Gym? Yeah, gym I belong. Me? I am Jock. Dumb brain also for Shnoo keeping it all fukin good.