James looked back at Tom gritting his teeth with anger and disgust; "Should have been mine!" He muttered under his breath.
Tom continued his training, before the game obvilious of the attention he was getting from the other end of the field.
James could only run up and down the track pulling the tyre behind him, but even through the red mist that possessed him he was plotting Tom's fate.
Disgusted, James threw down the harness and walked over to the coach; "Fuck coach; I can't take this shit anymore - I've been training for the past six months. I you said you were going to give me Tom's position, and then you throw it back in my face by giving it away. I quit!" James barges into the coach as he leaves the field.
"You're a LOOSER Blaine! I never even considered you, because you're not a team player!" Coach shouted.
James simply lifted his middle finger without even turning around.
Coach called Tom over, "Follow him, make sure he leaves the arena."
Tom simply grunted and jogged off the field catch up with James. As Tom turned the corner, James was waiting for him. Thud, a baseball bat made contact with Tom and the heavy jock fell to the floor. James checked his pulse; it was still pumping with a grin he pulled him into the empty locker room, dragging him into a unused part of the room. Pulling at the tight black t-shirt James pulled it over Tom's head, but left it still tapped around his arms.
Kneeling down James gently touched Tom's huge pecs and torso as if searching for something, then with both hand clasped into a fist he slammed them into a spot just below his left pectorial. Tom's whole body convulsed as if in shock and a seam appeared. A gasp of air escaped and seam grew and hinged open; inside Tom cavonous body was the torso of someone much smaller.
James reached in and pulled at the unconcious body, it wasn't a surprise to discover it was Kevin the coach's 17 year old son. Damn obvious since Tom moved into the letting above coach's garage a week ago.
James, tied and gagged Kevin; he would decide what to do with him later. Stripping James eased himself into now empty Tom. It was tight and restrictive as James was built bigger than Kevin but James kinda enjoyed it! He arched his back reaching behind him to find the Tom's arms pushing them down into the thick muscluar sleeves. Finally James pushed his head up Tom's neck and into his head.
James stood up and resealled the heavy torso, becoming Tom completely. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, "Not a fucking team player eh?" Pulling the t-shirt back down. Tom spotted some movement from the corner of his eye, Kevin had woken up and was stuggling - miserably.
"Whats the matter Kevin? Don't like what you see?" He taunted with Tom's voice.
Kevin could only shake his head.
"Shame, but there's fuck all you can do about it!" He slips a hand under the t-shirt and rubs the tight abs below, "I'm going to show them how good Tom can play with me at the wheel, but I guess that means I'll have to be you as well? Can't have the coach figuring out its not his precious boy inside this jock can we?" With a grin, Tom left.
Tom slowly jogged back to the coach.
"Did that fucker leave?" He asked.
"Yeah, he'd already left when I got there." Tom replied.
Coach put his arm around the huge jock; "We don't need that self centred bastard do we son?"
Tom rests his head against the coach's "No dad we don't, you've got me controlling the strongest player in the team - what could be better?"
Ugh I didn't realize being in Mark here would be so much work. I figured a big guy like this it would be easy with all the muscles. But it takes tons of work to keep these muscles in shape. Plus the fact I feel like it is harder to think. I guess it is true the more muscles you have the harder it is to think.
I don't want to be the dumb jock Mark was before. When I traded with him it was to have brains and brawn. Now I am just ending up with brawn. Hmmm Josh has been eyeing me all day. I bet he would love this body. I feel like I could control his better. "Hey Josh bro get over here. We need to talk"
James looked back at Tom gritting his teeth with anger and disgust; "Should have been mine!" He muttered under his breath.
ReplyDeleteTom continued his training, before the game obvilious of the attention he was getting from the other end of the field.
James could only run up and down the track pulling the tyre behind him, but even through the red mist that possessed him he was plotting Tom's fate.
Disgusted, James threw down the harness and walked over to the coach; "Fuck coach; I can't take this shit anymore - I've been training for the past six months. I you said you were going to give me Tom's position, and then you throw it back in my face by giving it away. I quit!" James barges into the coach as he leaves the field.
"You're a LOOSER Blaine! I never even considered you, because you're not a team player!" Coach shouted.
James simply lifted his middle finger without even turning around.
Coach called Tom over, "Follow him, make sure he leaves the arena."
Tom simply grunted and jogged off the field catch up with James. As Tom turned the corner, James was waiting for him. Thud, a baseball bat made contact with Tom and the heavy jock fell to the floor. James checked his pulse; it was still pumping with a grin he pulled him into the empty locker room, dragging him into a unused part of the room. Pulling at the tight black t-shirt James pulled it over Tom's head, but left it still tapped around his arms.
Kneeling down James gently touched Tom's huge pecs and torso as if searching for something, then with both hand clasped into a fist he slammed them into a spot just below his left pectorial. Tom's whole body convulsed as if in shock and a seam appeared. A gasp of air escaped and seam grew and hinged open; inside Tom cavonous body was the torso of someone much smaller.
James reached in and pulled at the unconcious body, it wasn't a surprise to discover it was Kevin the coach's 17 year old son. Damn obvious since Tom moved into the letting above coach's garage a week ago.
James, tied and gagged Kevin; he would decide what to do with him later. Stripping James eased himself into now empty Tom. It was tight and restrictive as James was built bigger than Kevin but James kinda enjoyed it! He arched his back reaching behind him to find the Tom's arms pushing them down into the thick muscluar sleeves. Finally James pushed his head up Tom's neck and into his head.
James stood up and resealled the heavy torso, becoming Tom completely. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, "Not a fucking team player eh?" Pulling the t-shirt back down. Tom spotted some movement from the corner of his eye, Kevin had woken up and was stuggling - miserably.
"Whats the matter Kevin? Don't like what you see?" He taunted with Tom's voice.
Kevin could only shake his head.
"Shame, but there's fuck all you can do about it!" He slips a hand under the t-shirt and rubs the tight abs below, "I'm going to show them how good Tom can play with me at the wheel, but I guess that means I'll have to be you as well? Can't have the coach figuring out its not his precious boy inside this jock can we?" With a grin, Tom left.
Tom slowly jogged back to the coach.
"Did that fucker leave?" He asked.
"Yeah, he'd already left when I got there." Tom replied.
Coach put his arm around the huge jock; "We don't need that self centred bastard do we son?"
Tom rests his head against the coach's "No dad we don't, you've got me controlling the strongest player in the team - what could be better?"
Nice job Sean!
ReplyDeleteThankyou kindly
DeleteUgh I didn't realize being in Mark here would be so much work. I figured a big guy like this it would be easy with all the muscles. But it takes tons of work to keep these muscles in shape. Plus the fact I feel like it is harder to think. I guess it is true the more muscles you have the harder it is to think.
ReplyDeleteI don't want to be the dumb jock Mark was before. When I traded with him it was to have brains and brawn. Now I am just ending up with brawn. Hmmm Josh has been eyeing me all day. I bet he would love this body. I feel like I could control his better. "Hey Josh bro get over here. We need to talk"
so he knew all along that tom was a suit? would be better if he accidentally discover it! that would be a thrill
ReplyDeleteThe story isn't set in stone, re-write it, re-work it, copy and edit it. Make it better :)
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meh
ReplyDeleteerm, how about posting you're own idea's on what should happen - maybe I could expand them?
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