Craig was a bit out of his element. This whole corporate espionage thing was a bit beyond him. What did he know about secret meetings with shady individuals? All he was told was that he was meeting up with a fixer of sorts, someone who would do exactly what his bosses wanted. There was a bit of separation needed between the officers of his company and this...Daniel, which is why the low-rank disposable flunkie Craig was sent to this dive bar in a bad part of town.
Of Daniel, he knew little. Just that he was a guy who could do anything, go anywhere. It was as if he had some kind of magical powers, and the rumors were just as such. Craig had the photo of the man, and the place they had arranged to meet him. He sunk down into a booth, placed his hands on the table, and waited. What a dive this was! All the female guests were so scantily dressed, it made Hooters look conservative, and the men made the Ivy League grad business kid feel nervous.
The young man pulled a bit at his tie, loosening it slightly. He'd begin to wonder when Daniel was going to show up. If Daniel was going to show up. It was half past 9. When the hell was he going to be here?
Suddenly a dark figure was sitting down at his table. Craig was going to speak up, but then he recognized the man, same as the one on the photo he had on his phone. There was a change in his eye color, though. These ones had a deep violet hue to them. "Are--uh, are you Daniel?" He asked.
The dark-haired guy grinned. "In the flesh." He said in a deep voice. "I hear you have a job for me, business buddy?"
Craig looked down to pull out the packet in his jacket pocket. Suddenly a walking pair of breasts moved in to block his field of view. A hot goth waitress, pad and pen in hand, standing in front of him. "What can I get you?" She asked plainly. She had black hair, black clothes, and a huge skull tattoo on her exposed white thigh.
Craig was a little distracted, in part by the curves of her body, and in part by the striking green color of her eyes. "I, uh, just, uh, just a water, please." He decided. The waitress nodded, winking at him.
"Nothing for me." Daniel boomed to the waitress, making a rather obvious look at her tits. "But who knows, maybe I'll be hungry later." Then he reached around and lightly slapped her ass.
The eyes of the young businessman practically popped out of his skull. He half expected the goth girl to take the pen in her hand and stab it into the guy's eye. She rolled her eyes. "Fucking creeps." She muttered, then looked over to Craig. "Get your own goddamn water." She stormed off.
Daniel frowned slightly, as though that weren't really what he was expecting. Craig didn't really know what he WAS expecting. "About that job?" He said.
"Well, as you know, I can't exactly talk details." The businessman said. "There's a certain person we need certain... dirt on." He pulled out a manila folder and slid it across the table. "Everything you'll need to know is in there."
The purple-eyed man opened it, looking over the various photos of locations and faces. "Hmm. Shouldn't be a problem. It'll cost you a bit more than usual, though. I have a partner now."
"A partner?" Craig gasped. "That wasn't a part of our arrangement!"
"No need to worry, little boy." Daniel chuckled. "They're capable. You can treat them as though... well, as though they were myself."
Craig was uneasy about this, but what did he know? Daniel had always delivered. "Call us when the job's done." Was all he said. Then, with a bit of a relieved hurry, he stood to leave.
Daniel stretched his limbs a little as he watched the young man walk out quickly. Then he waited a little longer, just until he was sure he was gone. Then he stood from the booth, grabbed the manila folder, and moved to the back exit.
The night air was cool, but the man, such as he appeared, couldn't feel it in the way he was once able to. Being turned into a shapeshifting slime changed that. He thought about loosening his shape a little, being a bit more gooey, but he wasn't quite in private yet. He turned to see the same goth waitress girl from earlier, standing by the wall, smoking a cigarette.
"I didn't know you smoked." Daniel said in a friendly manner.
"Well, I do." The girl said. "I told my boss I had to take the rest of the night off. Some dickhead slapped my ass. Kind of ruined my night."
Daniel shifted his demeanor slightly. "How did I do? Were you watching?"
The goth girl smiled, somewhat sweetly. "Not really. I knew you'd make a good Daniel. Now what did you learn?"
Ivy, in the guise of Daniel, looked down at the manila folder. "Well, I could tell you, but I think I'd rather just have you read my mind." Then his pants began to dissolve, his lower section blurring into a gelatinous purple liquid until the man suddenly had a naked violet cock, standing at attention.
The sweet smile turned into a perverse grin. "I guess you could." She dropped the cigarette, stamping it out with a dark boot. Then her hands went to her shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them down her legs. "Better make it quick, though. One of her coworkers gets off in a few minutes."
Ivy set the folder on top of a nearby trashcan and moved towards Daniel--the real Daniel--wearing the skin of the young goth waitress. While Ivy was busy practicing shapeshifting into a copy of himself, he had gone ahead and taken the body of this woman to scout out the meeting place. It wasn't that he didn't trust Craig, he just thought it'd be fun to watch from an outside perspective.
The possessed girl turned to the wall, presenting her ass to Ivy/Daniel suggestively. "You wanted this, right?" She asked.
"Goddamn right I do." Ivy said, lining the purple cock up to her rear. Daniel grinned as he felt a warm liquid enter his stolen femininity and his ass simultaneously. Ivy began to melt behind him, dissolving into a featureless mass of goo. Daniel didn't fight it at all, his borrowed legs trembling, his borrowed eyes fluttering. He could feel Ivy's consciousness begin to appear alongside his own as the slime entered his host, her thoughts and feelings emerging the more of her went inside. The goth girl groaned in pleasure and arched her back, and suddenly one of her eyes was purple.
Aaah, that's the stuff! Ivy's voice rang out inside the waitress's head. Fuck, it feels good to be in a meatsack again.
Is that what we're calling people now? Daniel asked.
Call 'em whatever you want. Ivy said. A hand went up the waitress's waist. This one's got some meat on her.
Now that Ivy and Daniel were in the same body, their minds were more or less merged. As the last of Ivy's slime slowly slid between the asscheeks of their host, they coordinated to grab her shorts and slide them back up her legs. She turned and grabbed the file, looking over the contents.
