Seanday Starter: Under Construction

Mark leaned back in the seat, talking with Stuart.

I smile, Stuart was a very willing receptacle and open to suggestion. I'd only used his identity for a couple of days before I knew I needed a more permanent place.

Riffling through Stuart's memories I picked out Mark, a big heavy set guy. He'd only moved to the state recently and worked in construction. A useful guy to have around the site because he was very strong. He'd been looking for a place to make his own; I had too, so it would work well for the both of us--sort of.

With Stuart preprogramed with my wishes I jumped into the back of his cab and he called Mark telling him he could take the spare room.

Stuart drove over and picked up Mark who threw his gear into the back of the pickup. As he climbed in he gave Mark a soda, laced with a sedative, which he gratefully accepted taking a couple of gulps.

"Hi!" I said, making Mark jump. He looked around and looked surprised.

"Oh this is my buddy Chris," Stuart explained. Mark nodded at me, and I took the soda from his hand just as he started to sway. Moments later he was slumped into his seat.

I knew my new home was ready to move in, I told Stuart to find somewhere quiet. I pulled the seat recliner and with a crack the seat's back dropped under the weight of Mark. I grasped under his arms, and with a grunt pulled him further into the back of the cab; he was heavier than I thought.

I climbed over his chest, a knee either side and looked down at Marks face. This wasn't like the time I took Stuart, this would be more permanent. I knew from Stuart's memories he was a strong popular guy that loved to party.

This was it, I'd decided. Dropping the headrest I pushed Mark's head back pulling open his mouth and throat. I locked my lips around his mouth and started To breath for him: in through my nose, out through my mouth. Mark shifted underneath me, he was coming around, but I knew he was already past the moment of a full recovery. His eyes open lazily and looked at me, then they closed again.

Internally I was changing, organs were shifting; liquefying. Then it started, I felt my own body starting to push and squeeze me out and into Mark's mouth. My body went into waves of compression, squeezing me out like toothpaste from a tube.

Mark gagged as I pushed further down his throat. Pushed harder worming my way into Mark's body. Loosing feeling of my own body I knew I was all the way in. Now it was time to start taking over, and expanding, filling his frame; his whole body started to convulse kicking out left and right. Finally, I pushed up into his head drinking in his memories, persona and everything that Mark was.

I let out a groan that echoed around the cab, I opened my eyes and blinked. Using a meaty arm I pushed myself up and adjusted the back of the seat. I pulled the empty skin that used to be mine and rolled it up throwing into the back of the cab.

Stuart looked me over. "You're looking good, a lot bigger as well," he whistled through his teeth.

"Yeah, feeling good man, feeling good."

Stuart sucked on his lip. "So you want to get something to eat, or do you want to give me something instead?"

I grinned. "Lets go back to the apartment, we can get takeaway... after."