Seanday Special: Second Chance

Special Commission for Nothing But Fiction

Devin has returned from an assignment; with a three-day gap in his memory--a stutter they called it. He'd been working with the Chula on one of their warships. Strictly as an advisor, he'd identified a volatile thread in time. While in the field, he saved the life of another solider but almost got himself killed. The Chula had done their best to save him, but their nanogene technology was unstable on alien species. It caused some issues for Devin--skin blemishes, blue and in his opinion disgusting.

He stared at the mirror, and it flickered into life. A red circle in his reflection traced his eye and faded to green. His name flicked up in the mirrors surface, "Agent Devin Reineke." Data scrolled through the display, red lines of redaction etched the stutters in his memory.

He pulled his weapon from its holster laying it on the table. With a sigh, he started to pull at the buckles that held his armour in place, letting it drop to the ground. The grey-black vest hugged his torso, and he pulled at the neckline. He glanced at the scars that patterned his skin. Those--to him--were like medals, his personal history. It was the discolouring of his skin, a pastel blue, which looked so alien, a side effect of the Chula recovery techniques.

Agent Kodee walked past--a new recruit, Devin watched him closely. At twenty-three, Devin was more of a veteran, time agents careers were always short--the vortex manipulator saw to that.

Devin had a Chula medic assigned during his recovery. Attentive, but racked with guilt for administering the nanogene's. It had slipped him a vial, a nanogene swarm. He said it would help him find peace.

Agent Kodee walked past. "Do you want something?" Devin barked.

"Uh, no--" the young agent replied nervously.

"New guy huh?"

"Yes, Sir, first assignment starts tomorrow."

"uh-huh, what they got you doing?"

"Shadowing the Doctor for two sessions," he replied. Devin knew the Doctor; he'd been on a similar mission when he started. They'd told him if he could track his movements over a few sessions he'd be ready for anything--they weren't kidding. Working with the Chula was like child's play in comparison.

"Just keep your wits about you and keep on your toes. The Doctor is relatively harmless but he can cause a lot of damage in the time stream."

Kodee thanked him for his advice, and paused for a moment then blushed before leaving the locker room.

Devin's career was at an end; the Chula assignment was his last. The agent tossed the swarm vial in the air and catching it; he knew what was possible, he wanted a new direction, and the short discussion with Agent Kodee had sealed the idea.

Devin tapped at the console, completing his last report late into the night--no loose ends. Now alone he pulled up agent Kodee's schedule, it showed his meeting with the Doctor. He sniffed this was just too easy. He searched and found the Doctors location; with a grin, he entered the coordinates into his vortex manipulator.

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The agencies walls twisted, and Devin found himself staring at a large blue box--the Tardis. He rapped hard on the door, and waited. There was a stumble from inside and the door swung open. The Doctor stuck his head out looking left and right before disappearing inside again. After a moment, Devin followed him inside. "Ahh there you are. It's good to see you--erm..." He looked at the agency insignia on his vest. "Give, me a minute. You're Agent Kodee right?" Devin's tried to reply but the Doctor placed a finger on his lip. "Good, I'm never wrong," he replied with a smirk.

Devin didn't argue. "Yes, Agent Kodee Welch, a two-week assignment--here to keep you out of trouble sir," he smiled.

The Doctor eyed him keenly. "Keep ME out of trouble?" He chuckled, tapping Devin's expansive chest. "I like you Kodee; I like your sense of adventure." Devin swallowed hard; he'd not seen the Doctor in his eleventh generation. He was young, a perfect physique, but stupid hair. The Doctor tipped his head, "What?" He looked down dusting at his shirt, "Oh this," he jiggled the thing around his neck. "It's a bow tie--bow ties are cool." But as the Doctor returned to the console, Devin stabbed the swarm vial into the Doctor's neck.

Thankfully, the swarm of nanogenes performed their work quickly, with the Doctor stumbling backwards into the arms of Devin. Although the agent was strong, it was clear that the Doctor wasn't himself.

The Chula medic, overcome with guilt for his involvement in the agent's stuttered memories. He'd slipped Devin a swarm vial, inside the nanogenes had been pre-programmed with stealth subroutines used for espionage; Devin had considered replacing a young cadet, but the Doctor was a completely new adventure.

Devin held out what was left of the Doctor, shaking him by the shoulders. With no substance, everything below the waist slipped from his near non-existent hips. The suits legs flapped this way and that as Devin turned his attention to the upper half of the suit. The jacket slipped from its shoulders and Devin pulled at the bow tie, then the buttons of his shirt.

Something tugged at his conscious; he'd taken away the only thing that had previously saved countless civilisations. He looked into the glassy eyes of the Doctor and pushed the floppy hair from his face. It was time. Time for Devin to step into the shoes of the Doctor, is that possible? He certainly understood time, he was a Time Agent but could he fool others into thinking he was the Doctor?

The agent started to pull his own clothes off, the vest; it was tight just marred with a sharp musky odour. He glanced at his heavy pecs and thick muscular arms, pastel blue blemishes all over his body--a side effect from the treatment by the Chula.

Devin pulled at the wide leather belt, popping the brass buttons at his waist and flies. Kicking off his boots, he pulled his tight uniform pants from his legs, and finished removing the rest of his clothes. Sadness drifted through his mind, no not sadness--disgust. Blemishes covered his whole body; the Doctor's body in comparison was clear, and smooth. He was so--so jealous of the Doctors appearance.

The agent looked down at his physique; strong and powerful, something very different to what he saw in the Doctor. He held up the limp flaccid face pulling it this way and that. The nanogenes had elasticised the skin; he smirked when it snapped back to its original size when he released its grip.

Surreptitiously Devin grasped at the Doctor's mouth. He pulled, and it stretched--a monstrous gaping mouth. Devin pointed his toe, and forcefully shoved it into the Doctor's mouth; he kicked and pushed in deeper trying to find the matching hollow limb. The skin bunched up, deforming into something unrecognisable. His toes found their way into his foot and he pulled hard on the leg and it stretched over his own. It was tight and restrictive, binding to his own muscular leg. The Doctor's leg--originally toned and lithe, moulded itself, mimicking Devin's muscular thighs. The agent ran a course hand along his transformed limb, smooth  muscular, and firm but with perfect skin.

Eagerness gripped the Devin and he quickly pushed in his other leg into place. Carefully he smoothed out any creases in the Doctor's legs--he studied the results; and wondered whether the skin would split as he tried to pull on the rest of the stolen identity. So more cautiously Devin continued pulling up the skin juggling with his thick cut dick pushing into the smooth uncut sheath that once belonged to the Doctor. He pulled and jerked it a couple of times and a shiver when down his spine--so sensitive. He let it drop, and felt a rush as he watched it begin to swell and grow. The improvement was two-fold, the Doctor's porcelain shaft, its sensitive tip bound tightly around Devin's own substantial manhood.

With renewed confidence on the strength of the skin he pulled, it on further easing is ass into the seat of the suit. He squirmed pulling it up further, the blemishes on his own body masked by the clear skin of the Doctor. Devin's muscular chest stretched the Doctor's skin to its limits clinging tightly to the agent's physique and only enhancing what was there before.

The transformation continued as Devin pushed his arms into the sleeves of the skin. Like pulling on a survival suit, he twisted this way and that ensuring the fit was perfect.

He glanced at his reflection in one of the metallic doors; his masculinity cloaked by the stolen identity--at least from the neck down. He flexed, twisted and posed admiring the vision in front of him. He pulled at the tightness around his neck--actually the Doctor's mouth. He could cut the head from the body, its purpose now complete--to hide the patches of blue that blemished his own skin.

He looked at his reflection, transfixed. Then he remembered Agent Kodee, and grinned. Something about him caught his eye in the locker room at Time Agency, then he realised Kodee had blushed when he mentioned the Doctor. He wanted to test his disguise, maybe to see how far he could take it. He looked one last time at his own face, and pulled the Doctor's face over his own pushing all the features into his own.

Looking at his reflection again, he ran a hand through the floppy hair pushing into its usual quiff. The Doctor's eyes twinkled--just like they always had. Inside Devin’s found his mind supplemented with the Doctor's knowledge. Devin pulled through the various items of clothing and started to get dressed. Piece by piece he pulled them on, underwear--tight, pants--tighter, socks and shoes. The shirt followed, tight across his larger back. Slowly he buttoned it up, having to leave the collar; his neck was much larger now. Flexing, the sleeves stretched, barely containing his muscles. He fixed the bow tie around his neck and smiled, "Bow-ties are cool," he mused whispering quietly in the Doctor's voice. Finally the jacket, he pulled it across his shoulders and admired his new persona.

Devin's admiration of his new identity broke when he heard a rap on the door. He glanced one last time at his reflection and answered the door--it was Kodee. "Ahh you must be Agent Welch, the Agency mentioned you'd be joining me for a few weeks."

"Yes, sir. I've always admired you," he replied blushing slightly.

"Call me Doctor. I insist Agent Welch."

"Kodee," the agent added.

"Kodee," the new Doctor replied with a smile. "Who knows you might want to stay longer. I like you Kodee; I think your going to enjoy our little adventure." The Doctor threw a strong-arm around the young agents shoulder and patted his stomach. "I think we're going to get on like a house on fire." Kodee blushed again and rested his head on the new Doctor's impressive chest.