Seanday Shorts: Grandma's Legacy

When Grandma unexpectedly died, I was surprised to find that she'd left her house to me in her will. To say that the other relations were upset was an understatement. But there was a problem I needed to sort out, it was Greg the lodger that stayed at the house. I had to break the news that he'd need to look for a new place as I was going to sell.

It took me a while to get to the house, but when I arrived it was quite an impressive place. Outside was a black Trans-am, it had to be Greg's. I just wanted to get this sorted out.

I opened the door, and peered inside. "Hello?" There was no reply. Searching the lower floors I found all my Grandma's possessions, I guessed that Greg occupied the upper floor.

"Greg?" I called out as I made my way up the stairs. He air was heavy, a musky smell. The upper floor was divided into a few rooms; a lounge, bedroom and bathroom. The room was strewn with clothes; shirts, vests, boots, trainers all looking out of place with ornate furniture and drapes.

I shouted out Greg's name again--still nothing. I wandered into the bathroom, and found him slumped in the bathtub. I felt for a pulse, nothing. I marvelled at his naked form, in his late thirties he we certainly well built, and then that musky smell drifted over again. I shook my head, the smell was intoxicating, I groaned as I started to tent my pants. "Jeez, what's happening," I muttered.

Leaning over I pulled at his shoulders, just to get him out of the tub--his whole body folded. I felt his arms, they were thick muscles but there was nothing substantial below them.

I lifted him up, and his aroma was something intoxicating. I hugged him tightly, his body crumpled under my grip. Mustering myself I dropped Greg to the floor, his empty eyes stared up at me.

I thought about CPR, and checked his mouth for obstructions, but there was nothing inside. I pulled at his mouth, damn it was stretchy--like a mask.

"Grandma, you sly old witch," I chuckled. "You never had a lodger, you were just playing dress-up all the time."

"Fuck-it, I want to be Greg," I laughed pulling my clothes off. Slowly I inched my legs down Greg's throat, inch by inch I pushed myself inside the muscular body. With only my head remaining I flexed hard, the aroma wafted over me and my dick hardened again inside the suits thick sheath.

I pulled Greg's face over my own, adding ten years to my age, and then it stopped. The musky intense smell that was driving me crazy ended, of course--I WAS Greg, it was now my own odour.

I walked back into the lounge, and started to sift through the clothes strewn about the room. I pulled on some cargo pants, some work boots and a vest. Checking the mirror I flexed hard, "Fuck, what a monster." I blinked a couple of times, vague memories started to filter into my mind. Greg was once a man, but that soon changed after he got a room at Grandma's. The musky aroma was also explained--pheromones, the Greg-suit was modified to produce huge amounts that would drive any man crazy.

Damn, I think I'm going to move to Grandma's house and keep 'Greg' on as a lodger. I grabbed the keys to the Trans-am and slipped on some sunglasses. It was time to take the monster out for a test drive, and I really wanted to drive the car as well.