Zero to Hero

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“You already know what to do, don’t you?” Coach Martin asked, to which Mike started nodding vigorously as he locked his fingers together, cracking and popping them, just to relieve himself of both nervousness and excitement. 

They’ve been planning on this for more than a week now, after the matchups for the next game were announced. He felt giddy when they tested it on him and Jean, one of his high school’s top soccer players, but now that he was going to do it with someone he barely even knew, he felt a little nervous. He had to do it right, or else he’ll suffer the consequences.

Mike was an okay-player, but not good enough to leave the bench. The others were just way better than him, he’s not the waterboy, but he might as well just be one instead of just sitting through the match on his phone, at least the waterboy gets to go around, he thinks to himself. He’s pretty lean, and has some muscle, though of course, not as defined as his teammates’. 

That was why, when it was announced that the next match was against the Bulldogs, Coach was quick to call him to his office. At first, he thought he was getting kicked out of the team, but was surprised when the coach offered to make him useful. He, of course, was quick to jump on the offer, before he even knew what it was going to be.

“I’m going to have you swap places with Rodrigo.” Coach told him, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. “No, I don’t mean trading players.” The coach added, before he could even ask.

Shawn Rodrigo was the Bulldogs’ captain, their ace, a forward. He earned the reputation of scoring no less than five goals for his team at every game, not including all their other forwards. They were simply unstoppable under Rodrigo.

“What do you mean then?” Mike asked that time, and the coach just grinned at him as he produced a tiny bottle of pills from under his desk. It was clear, with green and blue pills inside. He sets it down in front of Mike, as Assistant Coach Lee entered the office. Coach Mike was old, but built, Lee on the other hand was around his twenties, even better built and handsome, who tailed the coach everywhere. 

“Watch.” The coach said as Lee sat down beside Mike, his face arranged in a stony mask, unspeaking. Mike felt awkward, and he shifted on his seat. Then the coach started to choke behind his desk in front of Mike, some strange green light lit his irises as he did.

Mike wanted to rush forward, but Lee started to choke as well, and he was torn between the two of them. Just as he was about to stand up, the coach starts to regurgitate something green and thick. It was a slime. He whips his head to Lee, who was the same, a strange blue lit his eyes instead, but was regurgitating a blue slime. He panicked, and wanted to run away, but Lee’s hand shot up to grasp Mike’s arm, even as he started convulsing. The coach did too.

The slime left their respective mouths, and plopped downward. He still couldn’t get away, as Lee’s grip was still tight despite the two bodies falling motionlessly. Instead, he watched the slimes in awe as they moved toward each other’s bodies faster than he expected. They were blobs of slime, with slime tentacles.

The slimes started climbing the motionless bodies when they reached them, Mike trying to pull away as the slimy tentacle grips Lee’s arm, then launched itself into its mouth, squirming inside. He looked at the coach’s body, and the blue slime was doing the same. The bodies convulsed as the slimes pushed themselves into their throats.

Once the last bits of each slime were in their respective bodies, coach and Lee stopped convulsing as they shot up on their seats. A blue glimmer appeared for a second on the coach’s irises, and green on Lee’s. His grip loosened, as he let go of Mike’s arm.

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“This,” Lee said, or if he was right, this was coach in Lee’s body. “Is what I want you to do.” He told Mike, grinning, as he flexed his muscle. Across the desk, Coach looked confused, then looked at Lee. He started to protest, until Lee shoots him a look and he freezes, before shaking his head as if in a daze, and started working on the papers on his desk.

Three days later, that’s exactly what he and Jean did when the man got detention.

Apparently, the pill ejects a person’s ectoplasm in the form of a slime, and it would make their ectoplasms seek which body took a different colored-pill from what the owner took, hence the blue and green. But the catch was, whoever takes the green pill, is the one who has control over both of them. 

Coach took the green pill, and he told Mike that Lee was his delinquent neighbor kid so one day, he slipped the blue pill into the kid’s mouth as he sunbathed by their pool. Once taken, the users can switch bodies on command, with whoever was green initiating it. They apparently would also get each other’s memories. 

The green pill taker can also control the other person, switched or not, if they want to. Like what the coach did with Lee. He can leave Lee on autopilot if he was on his own body, or give him control, or make him do whatever the coach wanted since their minds were linked, that was how and why Lee always followed him with no question. The same applies, even when Coach was in Lee’s body and Lee was in his.

He, however, wouldn’t tell Mike how and where he got his pills. As well as if he got all the players pilled too, which he guesses was the case.

“Hey, look on the bright side,” Coach told him, “You’re finally being useful. And you're green too.” When he asked why the coach can’t do it himself, he said he’s already influencing a lot of people to keep his spot. He might slip if he did it with another body.

He had Mike practice with Jean for three days, until he perfected it. He at first had trouble piloting both his and Jean’s body at once, and his control slipped a couple of times, but he was excited to do it that he mastered it quickly. He’ll make sure to check his teammates some other time.

Now, he was getting out of the coach’s car, the bottle of pills on his hands. Apparently, you have to take another green if you’re planning to pill and swap with someone new. But he didn’t know why the coach entrusted the entire container to him. 

“Pose as Rodrigo and use his body,” the coach was saying. “Or make him mess up, I don’t care. Just make the Bulldogs lose.”

He just nodded, as the coach dropped him off behind their rival school. They were in the parking lot, and a lone car was there. Shawn Rodrigo’s. He frequently perused their school gym during Saturdays, usually with his teammates, but they already left moments ago. Shawn stayed.

And Mike was going to make his move.

He takes a green pill, then shoves the container down his jacket pocket. He looks at his watch, it was afternoon, and he rushes towards the man’s car. The coach was smart enough to lend him a lock pick, and he uses it on the passenger door, and it works. The coach told him to take him by surprise, and this was one way.

The car alarms started to go off as Mike swiftly let himself in and into the backseat, where he tried to squeeze himself by the leg space. He just had to wait for Shawn now. 

And it didn’t take long at all. The man rushed out of the gym door, sweating in his tank top, and ran towards his car and its open door. He was just as tall as Jean, but looked even more impressive. He was pretty lean too, but his muscles were easily more defined. His pecs and abs stuck out as his white top clung to his torso. And it turned Mike on, he couldn’t wait to have it for himself. He produces a blue pill from his container, and waits.

Shawn quickly slides inside, through the passenger door, and Mike takes a whiff of the man’s musk. The man then started to rummage through his glove compartment, checking if anything was stolen, for sure. 

This was Mike’s chance, and he felt his ectoplasm shudder in excitement. 

“What the fuck did they take?” Shawn whispered to himself. “There’s no—”

Mike lunged out of his hiding, and onto Shawn’s powerful back, and pressed his palm with the pill on the man’s mouth, feeling it fall inside. He feels something stiff down his pants as his body is pressed onto the man’s sweaty back, he was beyond excited.

With his other hand, he forces the man’s throat open, who tried to fight back. He elbows Mike as he hops out of the car. Mike follows suit, as he feels something stir inside him and a lump rises on his throat.

He did it.

Shawn was outside, stumbling forward, reaching his fingers into his throat in hopes of gagging the pill out. But he was too late, Mike could feel it in himself as he grinned and just stood there, watching Shawn try to reach for it on his throat in vain.

He feels something in him go loose, a green glow appearing on his irises, as he loses feeling of his entire body. To an outside observer, he’d be convulsing as his body slowly pushed him out of his mouth. Shawn grunts, he feels himself tense up, blue drool coming out his mouth as he starts to convulse and slime pops out of his mouth.

Mike doesn’t really quite feel anything when he’s in slime form, just that he could feel the sensations in the body he was about to take. Damp, and hot, he hastened his pace until his tentacles felt the man’s sweaty torso. He slipped a tentacle onto the man’s warm open lips, and launched himself inside.

Slowly, he felt himself start to take over Shawn, as more of his form slipped into the body’s throat. Similarly, this happened with Shawn on his old body. When he has fully slipped in, Shawn, or now Mike, lets out a choking sound, as he straightens up. His new member quickly shoots up, it seems like this body enjoyed that, as memories flooded his head.

He grinned to himself, rubbing the sweat all over his torso, and giving his new 8-incher a tug beneath him. He moans out, but stops when he hears his old body make a sound.

“What the fuck?”

He whips around and finds Shawn in his body, staring at his hands. He looks back to Mike, in Shawn’s body, as fire lit his eyes.

“The fuck did you just do?” He yells, rushing at Mike.

Mike rust grins, as he flips the switch on his old body. In an instant, like what happened with the coach, his old body tenses, face in confusion. He then shakes himself out of something like a daze, before standing still. Perfect. The container slips out of his old body’s pocket, and rolls towards Mike.

He picks it up, marvelling at the powerful feeling in his new body, as another car rolls by. Shawn’s memories told him it was Red’s car, his fellow forward. He then catches his old body make a run for it, to hide most likely, as he just commanded it through their mind link.

Mike looks at the bottle of pills on his hand, and realizes what the coach meant when he entrusted it to him. He smirks, as he pockets it. He was gonna handle his boner later, for now, he’s got something more important to do.

Mike, now Shawn, cracks his neck, approaches Red as he hops out of his car. He rests his hand on the pocket containing the pills, and greets the man. And he wonders, does he have enough pills for the team? 

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