The Built Chest, Story Request

Story Request from Caption This (14th July)

Anonymous July 14, 2012 4:57 PM
Straight guy gets to try on body suit of white guy. But then, finds out the suit is gay and he can't help himself but fall for the tan guy. Story of mental and sexual transformation.

You ran your finger across the intricate designs on the heavy timber chest. It was quite a find in the thrift store, its dark surface suggested it was very old which meant it might be worth more than the $20 you spent.

Craig who'd helped you shift it up the three floors was bitching about its weight. He was a strong guy but you have to admit the chest was deceptively heavy. You'd not been able to get it open in the shop even though the key was in the lock so had no idea if there was anything inside.

The small insignificant lock refused to budge when Craig tried, but when you tried again it opened easily. Lifting the hinged lid revealed an empty interior. Craig gives you a shove, "Ha-ha, bet you thought there might be something worth having inside."

"Jeez, you're such an idiot sometimes Craig." You give him a shove and he stumbles backwards. The edge of the chest is at knee level and with a yell he topples backwards falling inside. With a thud the lid fell and you laugh as you hear Craig shouting from within, but your surprised when the wooden chest skips a little across the floor as your friend struggles inside.

Banging on the lid you shout, "Craig you finished playing with yourself in there?" But the yelling slowly dies down, as did the struggling. This time you gently tap the lid, "Craig?" Concerned, you pull at the lid but it refuses to budge. Jiggling the lock a couple of times releases its hold and the your able to heave the chest open.

You rest your hands on you hips and laugh at your friend in the chest, he looks up at you with dull eyes; mouth partly open. "Come on, stop fucking about and get out of there." You offer your hand but he doesn't move. You tip your head and lean down and grabbing his hand to your surprise it crumples in your own; it was completely empty, with no substance. With surprise you drop his hand like it was on fire, then tentatively you push on Craig's torso which sinks into his body and air escapes from his mouth like a soulless sigh.

Taking a hold under his arms you pull him free of the chest, almost falling over yourself as he's only a fraction of his original weight. You drop him onto the bed, and your shocked at how his limbs fall this way and that. You check for a pulse, and his breathing but there is no sign of life. Craig's body has become very flexible, and you think to yourself <i>very stretchy</i>. Gingerly you check inside your friends mouth and quickly realise you can pull Craig's mouth in all directions; you're surprised that you can get your whole hand inside and quickly discover his whole body has been evacuated of its contents.

You think for a moment, a dirty thought; a thought that you never believed possible of yourself. Running a finger down Craig's torso you wonder if it would be right to do. You're both the same height but Craig's body was so much more sculpted, perfectly formed some would say. You test the flexibility stretching your friends mouth again biting your lip.

With a grin, you pull what's left of Craig's clothes off and then you remove your own. Gingerly you pull open Craig's mouth and point your toe inside. It's warm and slippery which makes pulling on your friend easier than you expected.

With a gulp you close your eyes as you pull Craig further up your own torso carefully fitting each of your limbs into his. Standing you start to examine Craig's body; tight abdominals, thick heavy pectorals and you smile as you flex an arm admiring the way your new bicep doubles in size.

Guilt swarms around your mind, you've known your friend for almost ten years now; should you really be doing this? It was an accident you tell yourself. You take a gulp and feel something well up inside you and without thinking pull Craig's face over your own.

Turning slowly you look up at your reflection in the mirror. It's your friends face staring back atop his perfect muscular body. You blink, and his eye's sparkle in the mirrors reflection. Then something twists in your mind, a pinch makes you jerk with pain and your eyes screw up and water. "FUCK!" You're mentally stretched with vertigo height before snapping back into a conscious that isn't your own; "Craig!" You murmur under your breath.

You realise all of your friends thoughts and memories and with a gulp you discover his secrets as well; you've known him for a long time but his best kept secret had now been ripped open and revealed; he was gay.

The face in the mirror twists into a mischievous smile and you search Craig's pants for his mobile. Stabbing at the keys you make a call. "Hey! Jerry. Look man, you should come over I'm at a friends house looking after it while he's away." You're using Craig's voice, you pause for a moment. "We could, you know finish what we started last night." You laugh.

"Sounds like fun, you sure about this though? You didn't seem up for it then." Came a deep rich tones of Jerry's voice. You give him your address and he hangs up.

You feel and touch your new body before slipping into Craig's clothes; time passes quickly while you're exploring the way your friends body feels. You're refocused when there's a knock on the door.

A glance in the mirror confirms your new look as you open the door and greet Jerry with a deep; sensual kiss.

Little is said as you pull him to the bedroom; and pull his clothes off. Deep down although these actions feel like your own; something tells you that Craig is in more control than you like or want.