Biker Days

I came home one day to find my best bud Jason, or “J” as everyone else had to call him, sitting astride his chromed out hog in my driveway. Anyone looking at the two of us would wonder how we got to be so tight considering how different we were.

J was a big guy, topping out at 6’4 and built like the proverbial brick shit-house, all muscle and no fat. He was the epitome of a classic 50s biker boy with his always greased back hair, leather jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans, and biker boots. He was easy on the eyes as well, not the typical rough biker people tend to think of when someone mentions a hog. I, on the other hand, was small in stature and build – the David to his Goliath. I was rather introverted and while not terribly bad looking, I was not going to win any modeling contests either.

“Hey little dude.” He greeted me in his usual manner as I got out of my car, his booming voice conveying the friendship between us. “I have a huge favor to ask of you. My place is being renovated and I have to go out of town for a few days. Would you mind if I left my bike here so you can keep an eye on it?” This seemed like an odd request since in all the years I’ve known him he has never been apart from his bike. He wouldn’t let anyone near it.

“Sure Jason. Let’s put it in the garage.”

“Thanks bro. Now don’t go riding it while I’m gone.” He said as he wheeled it into place. As if I was ever going to touch his baby. I had always wanted to try riding a bike and J had even offered to teach me but I was just too intimidated and unsure of myself to ever even think of it and he knew it. He would good-naturedly tease me about being such a little pansy boy on occasion and somehow I think he secretly desired that he could get me on a bike so we could go riding together.

“Ah, gee J. Not even one quick hop over to the 7-11?”

“Nope. You know I would have to do you bodily harm if you ever touched my bike.” To anyone else that would have been a very real threat, and believe me he could have beat almost anyone into a pulp without blinking an eye, but with us it was just a game we played with each other.

“Want to come in for a beer?”

“Can’t bro. I have to get going. Maybe when I get back. Catch you later little dude.” One of his pack buddies roared up and J got on. I watched him riding away, wishing I was part of his pack just to see what such camaraderie was like.

Early one morning about a week later, this bad-ass looking dude on a totally black and chrome bike pulled into my driveway. Despite his menacing appearance he was quite friendly as I approached him.

“G’day mate. I’m Derek. J asked me to stop by and say hello.” His smooth Aussie accented deep voice rang through the air like music as he extended his hand to me after dismounting his bike. This guy was huge, at least as big as J, and with a very disarming manner about him. Unlike J, he obviously liked to show off his muscles, dressed as he was in a sleeveless top that clung to every crevice of his chest and let his immense arms be on full display. Enhanced by some very cool looking tats, he was primitive masculinity personified. I was standing there gaping at what I saw and forgot all my manners.

“Hey mate. Mind if I use your facilities? It has been a long ride.” This huge dude with his rugged good looks so tactfully brought me out of my awe-struck staring fest.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” I must have been sixty shades of red by this time. “Come with me.”

He slung his kit over his shoulder and followed me into the house. I wouldn’t normally take just anybody into my home, especially not someone who was so imposing but my gut was telling me he was okay, that I had nothing to fear from him unless of course I managed to get him mad. But I didn’t think about that. He was friendly and it was only common courtesy to ask him inside. I told him to use the bath off my bedroom, pointing the way for him.

“Want a beer?”

“Sounds good. Be out in a minute.” I went to the fridge and got us a couple of brews. When I went back to the other room he was just coming out, except it wasn’t Derek. It was J!

“Jason! When did you get here? Where’s Derek?” I was dumbfounded. I hadn’t heard anybody drive up and J hadn’t been in the bath a minute ago.

“Calm down little dude. All is well. Come with me.” Right. Calm down. Something strange was going on around here. I just about fell over when I entered the room J had just emerged from only moments ago. There lying on the bed as if he were passed out was a completely naked Derek. Yet something was different about him, like he had collapsed slightly in on himself.

J walked over to the bed and proceeded to lift the body up much like a suit of clothes you were getting ready to wear. I gasped at the sight; it must be some sort of costume but it had looked so real and had sounded nothing like J.

“Are you over your shock now? Derek is a body suit bro. You put it on just like a set of clothing and you become him. I put him on so I could get him and his bike over here easily but I really got it for you so we can go riding together. Want to try him on for size?” Was he really telling me I could be that big hunk of a man? My mind was reeling trying to take all of this information in. While J and Derek were physically about the same size, I was much smaller. How could I ever fit into that “suit” without looking ridiculous? He collapsed the suit into a pile and began to stretch Derek’s mouth open until it was impossibly wide, waiting for me to get in.

“Strip bro and we’ll make a man out of you.”

As impossible as the situation was for me to believe I stripped my clothes and moved next to where J was waiting with the suit. What was this going to be like, slipping inside someone else’s skin? Tentatively I put my foot into the gaping chasm of a mouth and into the corresponding foot of the suit. I then followed with my other foot. I wiggled my toes and to my amazement Derek’s toes moved. It felt so real like these much larger feet were my own. J started to lift the legs over mine as if he were dressing me in a pair of pants, smoothing them into place. As he did so I could feel the incredibly powerful muscles settle in. I had no idea how they fit over mine without Derek’s waist winding up somewhere around my head but they did. Stranger yet the suit felt snug and I was eye-level with J’s chest instead of his stomach. He maneuvered my genitals into the considerably bigger uncut manhood then raised the suit over my torso.

“Okay bro put your arms into the holes. It’s time for you to get some new guns.” As I did as he requested the torso positioned onto my own, giving me the chiseled abs, powerful chest, and widest shoulders I could ever imagine.

I gazed down upon myself, not believing what I saw. Derek’s chest was slowly rising and falling as I took each breath of air. I had Derek’s body – all the huge muscles, tattoos, everything. I looked over to J and for the first time since I had known him I was staring into his face rather than up at him. I went over to my mirror to get the full effect. How odd it was to see my face on this monster of a man. I had to stifle my laughter it was just so absurd a sight.

“Last step dude. This is going to be the hardest part for you. You will feel like you are strangling but work through it. Won’t go on for long I promise.” He helped me raise the head over my own. “You’ll be looking through Derek’s eyes soon. Ready?”

“Ready.” And with that we finished putting the head over mine, positioning the features into place. I was glad he warned me about the choking feeling. Otherwise I would have panicked and fought merging with the suit. It didn’t take but a moment or two but it sure seemed like forever for the merge to complete.

“Open your eyes... Derek.”

My eyes flicked open. My God! There was no physical vestige of myself left at all. Mentally I was still me but I was Derek in every other way. “Wow. This is amazing Jason.” My voice! Derek’s Aussie intonation was coming out of my mouth!

“Get your clothes on Der. I’ll meet you out in the other room.” He left the room, leaving me alone with my new self. I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror. Incredible was the only way I could describe both what was looking back at me and the feeling of raw energy and power now coursing throughout my body. I couldn’t help myself. I ran my hands along each glorious muscle, each striation, over my abs, and down my legs. I raised my arms to my head feeling the muscles perform flawlessly – my muscles! Finally I touched my new package… I was feeling something so sensitive, so erotic I had all I could do to control myself. It truly was mine!

Jason had only clad Derek in shirt, jeans, socks, and boots so I would be going commando. I stuck my feet into the socks and boots after pulling up his – my – jeans. Lastly I pulled the top over my massive chest, the fabric clinging to each nook and cranny.

“Looking good, mate.” I was never going to get enough of hearing that sexy voice come out of my mouth. I could have stayed there all day but J was waiting for me.

“Ready for your first ride bro?” The excitement in J’s voice as he spoke was very much evident. His dream of us riding together was coming true; except for one thing: I might have Derek’s body but I still didn’t know how to ride a bike nor did I have the confidence that I could handle one. I trusted that J knew what he was doing so I just followed his lead.

He got his bike out of the garage, parking it next to Derek’s bike. I think my mouth was literally drooling looking at those two hot machines side by side just waiting to take us there and back again, wherever “there” might be.

I watched Jason swing his leg over the seat as he mounted. He was ready to go, waiting only for me. “Get on Der. You can do it. Don’t be afraid. You’re a big guy now able to tame the beast easily and trust me – if you just go with the flow and do what comes natural you’ll be fine.”

I did what he told me. I relaxed, pushing my fears to the back of my mind. I owned this monster. I could do this. I swung my leg over the bike and sat down, my instincts guiding me into what I needed to do. I found my wrap-around shades, black half-helmet, and leather gloves then caught a look in the mirror on J’s bike. I was one bad-ass looking biker now. I kicked the hog into roaring life while J did the same and we were off, riding coming as easily as walking. About an hour later we pulled onto a side road to take a break. I was so pumped.

“So what do you think man? Do you like being a big strong biker dude?” For the first time in my life I felt so alive and free. I also was getting different mannerisms the longer I stayed in the suit but everything felt so normal and natural.

“Mate, that was totally incredible. Thanks Jason. I’ll always remember this day.” He had a shit eating grin on his face and I’m sure my own face matched. He offered me a cigar and we sat there smoking, two pack mates bonding in the serenity of nature. After a while we hit the road again, heading back to my place.

“Brew man?” He asked as soon as we entered the kitchen.

“Sure. I just have to hit the head first. Be right back.”

J was waiting for me in the den when I got back, beer in hand. I grabbed the one he offered and demolished it in one long gulp. Man this body was made to party. There was an odd tingle throughout my body but I passed it off as being excited and tired. A few hours later after more beers and conversation I was ready to get me some kip.

“I’m gonna go get out of Derek now. I need to get some sleep.” I left to go into the bedroom so I could have some last bit of private time before I went back to being me. I stripped naked as before, staring at the stud I was. Man Derek was built the way I had always wanted to be. Maybe J would let me borrow the suit again sometime. Sighing I reached to my mouth to stretch it open.

“Ow!” I tried again. “What the fuck…. J, what is going on? I can’t get the opening to stretch.”

“That’s because there is no opening. This is your body now… permanently.” Was I hearing him right? No I couldn’t be.

“But you were able to get out of the suit earlier. Why can’t I?” Primal emotions were starting to surface.

“I didn’t seal the suit to myself when I had it on because my plan was to ultimately put you in. I gave you the sealant when we got back here after our ride. I wanted us to be part of the pack together and this was the only way. Sorry dude but honestly tell me that you don’t like being Derek.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it man. What the hell have you done to me? How can I live as Derek? He’s just a suit with no life.” My anger and frustration at the trick he had played on me were getting the better of me. I wanted to beat the shit out of him.

“Relax Derek. Everything is okay.” He was right. I had to get control of myself. He was my best bud. Nothing was wrong. What had I been thinking? Oh, yeah… I need to get some down time.

“Hey mate I gotta call it a night. Ride tomorrow?”

“Sure Der. Everything cool?”

“We’re good J.”

“Have a good night Derek.” Soon after his bike came to life and I listened to the sweet music of the rumble growing fainter until finally I could hear it no longer.

I cracked open one last brew before heading to bed. My best mate, the pack, a great job training newbies at the gym… life is good. “Cheers mate.”