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I rolled Tay onto his front, and pulled his arms above his head; his broad back expanded. "We'll start off with the easy stuff," I told him.
"Start with something easy," Chris repeated. "It's not easy then?"
"Not to begin with," I said. "Who knows, you might be a natural."
He looked at Tay, then at me nervously. He was bigger than both of us, well Grant and Chris. If I wasn't inside Grant, we'd be about the same size.
"He's not going to wake up," I reassured Chris and gave Tay a slap to the ass. "See."
"OK, so what do I do?"
"Put your hand on his shoulder," I told him. He cautiously touched Tay, then looked back at me. "Gently push against him. Think about his body, imagine that his skin is just like the surface of water." He frowned, a confused look on his face. "Just try."
He pushed on the big man's back. His fingers causing little indentations--nothing happened. Moving his hand to another place he tried again. "It's not working, nothing's happening," he moaned.
"Give it time, let me show you." I placed my hand on Tay's back and gently pushed. His body relaxed and the tips of my fingers disappeared inside. I pulled my hand free, "Try again." Chris tried again, I noticed he was pressing hard. "Gently," I said again.
He was still having trouble, so I took his hand. He snatched it away, "No-homo," I muttered and took it again. Chris' hand was on Tay's back with mine on top. "Do it slowly to begin with," I explained, "later you'll be able to do it real quick."
Our hands disappeared inside, then I pulled mine free leaving Chris'. His face took on a quizzical expression as he felt around inside the unconscious man. "There's nothing inside," Chris murmured.
"Weird huh? Don't ask me why, it's just how it is." Chris pushed his arm in further, up to his elbow. "I can feel a gap. No, a hole."
"That'll be the opening to his arm."
"This is fucking weird," Chris said and tried to jerk his hand free, but it was stuck fast. "I can't," he tried to pull again, Tay's body convulsed.
"Stop, stop. Relax," I told Chris.
"I can't get my hand out, it's stuck! He's waking up!"
I put a hand on Tay's back, holding him in place. "Relax!" I told Chris again, he was almost hyperventilating. "Relax." He started to breath slower, but still had wide eyes. "He's not waking up. It's just his body responding to your touch."
"But--"
"Calm down. Pull you hand out slowly and smoothly." He did as he was told and his hand slipped free easily.
I slapped him on the back, "See, that wasn't so hard."
He looked at his hand, "Can I try again?"
"Sure, you need the practice," I said. He tried again, more successful this time. I watched as he tried pushing his hand into different parts of Tay's body; shoulder, arm, ass and finally a balled fist into the back of his head. Each time he felt around inside. He was getting quicker and more confident all the time.
"This is fucking awesome," he laughed.
"Ready for the next level?"
"Bring it on!"
I pulled Tay to the edge of the bed, letting his arm drop to the floor. "Take your shirt off and see if you can get your arm inside his." I tapped on Tay's thick shoulder, "From here." Chris removed his shirt and quickly pushed his hand into Tay's back again. I was impressed that he had picked up the technique so quickly. He was searching around inside Tay. "Think of him as a piece of clothing. All the openings are the same." Tay's arm twitched and I knew he'd found the opening.
He pushed down further, past his elbow. He was up to his shoulder, almost laying on Tay's back. "His arms are longer than mine, I won't be able to reach the end."
"Don't worry, you'll find you can fill someone larger--or smaller--than yourself. Just reach, stretch. Think about finding and filling his hand."
Chris grunted and I watched Tay's hand clench and release. He shifted and turned to look at his new arm as he lifted it into view. "Holy crap!" Chris shouted as he turned and flexed the muscular arm. "That's me?!"
"Sure is buddy, huge guns and it only took you an hour to grow'em."
I could tell he was excited as he started to push his other arm inside. Tay twitched again, within a minute Chris was flexing the guy's other arm. It was a bizarre sight, Chris' body tight against Tay's.
"What about the rest of me?" Chris asked.
"Just the same, slow and smooth until you get the hang of it." I looked at his jeans and added, "But you can't take your clothes with you, they'll just be left behind when you go inside."
"Ok, ok, I got this," Chris said to himself. I could see him shift a little. "No-homo, no-homo," I heard him whisper as he pulled his knees up and slipped his legs inside, followed by his groin and ass. As I expected his jeans slipped to the floor. He pulled his shoulders back and slowly sunk into Tay's upper body. "Ok, think big," he muttered, "need to fill this space." The guys back strained, flexed and twisted--I imagined Chris expanding to fill the cavity inside. He'd soon be able to do it without thinking about it, hopefully just as quick as me.
Chris rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, Tay's head lolled as I grinned at Chris' head atop the muscular man. He got to his feet, wobbled a little and walked over to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, tracing and touching his new physique. "It feels real, like it's my own body."
"Well, I guess it is for the time being."
"So I'm just inside?" he said as he pressed his tight abs. "I mean, if I cut him open."
"Don't do that," I told him, "you'd die. If I cut you open, all I'd find would be Tay's guts. If they did a blood test, x-ray, whatever, they'd only find Tay."
"Right, don't cut myself open," Chris said with a grin. "So what about his head?"
"Same way, just slip inside."
"But how am I going to see out?"
"Through his eyes. When you fill his head, you'll find you align yourself anyway." Chris nodded and held up Tay's head. He glanced at me, then pushed his head inside. Tay's features distorted, for a moment I saw Chris' face before he submerged below Tay's again.
Tay blinked and looked at me, a broad smile appeared as he returned to the mirror. He poked at his features, then pulled faces, sticking out his tongue. "This is--" he stopped mid sentence, maybe not expecting Tay's deep voice. "This is amazing. La-la-la," he sung and laughed.
"Pretty cool huh?"
"This, this is so awesome!"
"Ok, but you need to practice," I told him. "Lay on the bed, and see if you can get out of him. Remember, slowly at first."
Tay laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes. "Nice and slow," he murmured. Tay's body started to twitch and then convulse as Chris lifted himself free. He got excited and overconfident. I sighed and shook my head as his arm became trapped within the man's chest. "Slow and relaxed," he said preempting my words.
A few moments later and he was free, although naked. I looked away and he quickly realised, hiding his modesty.
"Try again, you need to practice getting in and out of him. First, smooth and slow. When you can do that, I want to see you getting faster."
He nodded and pulled at the unfortunate victim and spent the next three hours sharpening his new skills. It was impressive to watch, he picked it up quickly and ended up almost as quick as me.
Tay horsed around, strutting and flexing around the room. He played the stereotypical jock throwing down some moves and trying a thick accent. He was much taller--and bigger--than me now. He laughed as he pushed me around a little.
"Ok, chill out bro'. So you think you got this whole thing sewn up?"
"Easy!"
"So what's your name?"
"Tay."
"Tay... what?"
He frowned, "I don't know. Just Tay!"
I grinned. "Well, you've got his muscles, body and voice. The next stage is getting the rest."
"What, everything?"
"Everything! All you need to be Tay--perfectly, even fool his mom."
"Tell me, tell me now!" Tay said excitedly.
"Ok, sit," I said firmly, pointing at a chair. I stood behind him and rested my hands either side of his head. "Remember I said I put him to sleep so you could practice?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm going to wake him up. He won't be able to control his body and he'll be in a panic. When you feel him--"
"Feel him?"
"Yes, you'll know. You need to fill his mind, stretch inside it and pull it into you this time. Ready?"
"Wait! Will he remember stuff?"
"Yeah, but when you leave him, they'll be like a dream to him." He nodded. I pushed my fingertips gently against Tay's forehead and concentrated. I felt Tay's mind begin to revive, then panic for a moment, a struggle and the sensation of being smothered.
I released Tay, he Sat quietly for a moment, then he spoke. "What the FUCK just happened?" His voice was different, heavily accented.
Was Chris strong enough to overcome the Tay when I revived him? I reached up to Tay's head and he sensed me moving. "Don't you dare touch me!"
He got to his feet and towered over me. Something, worried me. Maybe I'd been pushing Chris too quickly? His dark eyes bored into me, daring me to move. His lips parted and I swallowed fearing the worst.
END OF PART FOUR
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