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I lifted up my shirt and groaned at the reflection, I should really go on a diet.
ReplyDeleteThe real Grant was unconscious on the bed--naked, I'd covered him in the body-plaster and watched as it tightened around his muscular body. It changed from a bright pink goo to a flesh tone. He gasped and opened his mouth, a glob of goo dropped into his mouth and I checked inside as it started to copy the inside of his mouth, and that gorgeous tongue of his.
Forty minutes later any hint of the goo covering had gone. Rolling him over I made an incision from between his shoulder blades to half way down his back. Gently I pulled the edges apart only to reveal the real Grant below. Slowly I pulled him from the second skin taking care with the copy of his mouth and throat.
I held up the suit. Damn, this stuff is amazing. Excitedly I started to pull the suit on, and recognised the familiar tightness as it hugged my own body. With one arm in the suit, I used the other to find the throat part and feed it into my own mouth desperately gulping it down trying not to gag. Swallowing hard my own tongue found Grant's and I pushed it home. Pulling Grant's head into place, I wriggled my other arm into the remaining sleeve. I gasped as the suit pulled together and sealed itself.
I smiled and spoke a couple of words; I sounded just like Grant. In the mirror, Grant stared back. I stuck out my tongue and easily touched the tip of my nose with it.
I rubbed Grant's abs, sadly disfigured by my gut but I knew within twenty minutes or so it would be gone and Grant's tight waist would be restored.
Returning to the bedroom I pulled on the clothes he was wearing. Scooping up the real Grant I dropped him in the closet and returned to the bathroom to watch the transformation complete.
Jason had got a call from Sally telling him she had a surprise for him. He was curious, she'd asked him to meet her at the stock park at the railway.
ReplyDeleteJason's dick hardened thinking about Sally, she was definitely worth the effort, and it didn't take him long to find her.
They found a wagon, and both climbed in. She kissed and sucked on Jason's pecs and he grunted as she grasped his dick. "Turn around baby, I've got a surprise for you," she cooed. He turned and rested his arms on the wall, he smiled seeing her reflection in the window as she traced his back. She reached around and rested her hands on his abs, and a searing pain inched its way down his back. He tried to turn but he was frozen to the spot, his eyes flicked to the window and his heart jumped as he saw Sally pushing into his back. He started to gasp and gulp for air as he felt Sally invade and he felt every last part of his very being.
He felt something shift inside him, and the reflection gave the answer, something was pulling out of his back. It wasn't Sally it was his exact duplicate, even down to the partial football kit he was wearing, and then for Jason it went dark.
When he awoke, he found he was gagged and bound. Standing over him was his double. "Told you it would be a surprise. Don't worry about Sally, she's a home blissfully unaware of all this," the double chuckled. Jason struggled, but it was pointless.
"Don't worry buddy I'll let the police know you're here a bit later. In the meantime, I need to go see John," the fake muttered putting Jason's mobile in his pocket.
Jason frowned. "What you never realised?" Jason's double laughed. "He's seriously into you, I mean REALLY into you. Once I've had some fun, I'll be getting into HIM. Rich family, handsome QB he'll be going places especially with me making the decisions for him."
"Fuck this guy is hungry," Paul thought to himself, "I reckon I can get a good tip from this guy."
ReplyDeletePaul was one of the escort agencies top men, easily earning over $2,000 a night. The agency had sent him a message telling him a young executive had asked for him specifically and doubled the fee if he could see him tonight. How could he refuse?
Paul arrived at the hotel, sure enough at the bar was a young executive immaculately presented in an expensive suit. Paul sat at the bar, and the guy leaned over. "You here to see me?" He asked.
Paul looked at the guy, he was probably no older than twenty-seven, his suit and shirt tailored to show off his muscular physique. Even his hair was perfectly crafted, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah, I'm Paul Stealman. You called the agency," Paul replied.
"Perfect, my name is Jason," he replied studying Paul's build.
Paul followed Jason to the room, moments later Jason was naked, and Paul found himself admiring his body. Paul pulled his shirt and pants off, although in his mid thirties he was handsome and strong.
Jason walked over and looked up into Paul's eyes. "Big, strong, handsome, a perfect specimen," Jason whispered as he drew Paul into a deep kiss. Grasping Paul's neck Jason sat on the couch, Paul knelt at his feet.
The kiss was deep and penetrating, Paul's lips parted, and he closed his eyes as Jason's tongue explored Paul's mouth.
Paul's eyes popped open, a look of shock on his face as something else forced its way into his mouth. It was thick and leathery pushing its way to the back of his throat. Paul started to struggle, but Jason had a strong hold on him. The thing that was in his mouth was already inching its way down his throat causing his neck to bulge unnaturally.
Jason's eyes had already rolled back into his head, beads of sweat formed on his forehead as more of what dwelled inside him transferred itself into Paul. Jason's neck stretched as the bulk of the creature moved into his mouth, and into Paul's.
Jason's arms fell to his side, and he slumped into the couch. Paul stood up as the last of a leathery tentacle flicked and disappeared into his mouth. His naked torso shivered and his major arteries rose to the surface of his skin and then receded as the creature took control and hid itself deep within Paul's body. Finally,his eyes blinked changing from black to a perfect blue.
Slowly Paul examined his body. "Big, strong, handsome, a perfect specimen," he repeated.
Paul pulled on his clothes and walked over to Jason slowly shaking him. "Hey Jason, wake up," he said.
Jason groaned and looked up at Paul, his eyes were now brown. "What the fucks going on?" He stammered.
"You fell asleep, I won't bother charging you this time. What you did give me was out of this world," Paul replied with a smile and left.
I adjusted my headphones and sunk back into the chair, some woman had tutted when I'd put my feet up on the chair opposite. But I knew that Terry; the teenager I'd swapped with just outside Manchester wouldn't care what she was thinking. I'd watched him leave in the muscle head I'd been using for the past two months wondering if his consciousness would ever surface enough to appreciate him.
ReplyDeleteFlipping through some songs on his iPhone, a message came through. It was from Steve, he was asking about the party tonight. I knew Terry was travelling to Stockport to meet up with some friends from college, more importantly he was meeting up with Sarah. I felt my new dick harden at the thought of nailing her with it. I'd already picked up some of Terry's mannerisms and found myself rubbing my hard on with a hand I'd stuffed down my shorts. I looked over at the woman who was watching me and smiled, and laughed as she blushed and looked away.
I tapped out a reply to Steve telling him I was going to fuck Sarah into next week; I got a smiley a couple of seconds later.
The music was heavy in my ears, and I watched the woman opposite riffle through her bag to get a ticket. I glanced over my shoulder, shit it was the guard. I didn't even bother to check for a ticket, I already knew that Terry had hopped onto the train without one. Shit!
The train pulled into Furness Vale station, and I saw an exit a shirtless Curtis Ryder! He was one of Terry's friends, and was meeting them later in Stockport--he must have been going home first.
I knocked on the window, and he looked over, that's all I needed. With a blink I was looking back at Terry on the train, and smiled as the guard tapped him on the shoulder. I knew he wouldn't be making the party tonight.
Letting out a groan I shoved a hand down my jeans and adjusted the hard on I'd brought with me from Terry. Fuck, it was even larger than Terry's. Curtis had the gift of the gab, quite a Romeo when he wanted a fuck and now Terry wasn't going to be there, I grinned knowing Sarah was still on my hit list.
I drifted into Mrs Olson's English Lit class. As I expected Taylor was slouched at his desk.
ReplyDeleteThe cocky little shit was giving me zero respect all through lacrosse practice so I'd kept him back through lunch and worked him hard with additional plays and target practice finishing off with a couple of laps of the field. He must have got to class and just collapsed into his chair and fallen asleep.
For me it was already the end of the day, being a Friday I'd already locked up the gym and shut off the lights. From my office I'd locked the door and relaxed into my chair at the desk. Slowing my breathing I relaxed, and fell deeper into my own thoughts. Like many times before I gradually felt lighter as my soul lifted out of my physical body; although sleeping, it was empty of any guiding soul.
I'd made my way through the empty corridors of the school and passed through the door of his class. Pausing for a moment above Taylor I admired his broad back and shoulders, he was one of the best looking kids in the year, but fucked up by changing hormones and the lust of a wolf on heat.
I lowered myself into the teenager, and struggled with his soul for a moment before putting it into a deep sleep; it was the only way for me to exist in someone else's body.
Taylor's body spasmed, and I heard some shouts and laughter. My eyes snapped open and then it was clear. "Look he's having a dream," a girl laughed pointing at me.
I sat up and looked around blushing. "Shut the fuck up," I hissed at her and she snapped her mouth shut. I rested my head on my crossed arms and closed my eyes again.
At the moment I had control of his body, and I sounded just like him; but that was it. I needed the complete package to fool his friends and family but more importantly to fool his body and stop it rejecting my own soul.
I sunk down into Taylor and found his sleeping soul, this is what I needed to exist for any length of time inside him. I lifted it easily by its shoulders, although he was the alpha jock he was still smaller than me, and that was reflected in the size of his soul.
"Time to become Taylor Schmitt," I sneered running a finger from under his chin to his navel, unprotected his soul parted, and opened like a pair of coveralls.
Quickly I stepped into the opening; into his legs, pushing into his arms, and finally pulling his hood like head over my own. My larger soul pushed into every available space and with a single gesture I sealed myself inside Taylor.
Everything that was Taylor was instantly mine as I bubbled up and filled the vacant space in his physical form. His body welcomed me; fooled completely and I knew I was staying for the weekend.
You're on a roll! Good job!
ReplyDeleteI got a little carried away lol.
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