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ReplyDelete"Ray, come here bro' looks like you're wetsuit has a split in it," said following the triathlon up the beach.
ReplyDelete"Fuck, you're kidding," he replied twisting to feel his back. "I've only just bought this one."
"Aww man, that sucks." His suit wasn't split, I just wanted him to slow down. Let the other competitors go on ahead.
He'd made the finals, left me for dust during the swimming. I really didn't like losing. "Hang on a sec, let me have a look. It might not be as bad as I though," I reassured him.
I held his shoulder, and traced a finger down his spine. As my finger travelled down the length of his back, a zipper appeared from my finger tip.
"Does it look bad? I've got a spare in the car."
"It's small," I replied, "this might pinch a little."
"What?" I tugged at the zipper, and the seam parted by an inch or so. Ray stumbled a little, losing all his strength. "What's going on?" He groaned almost collapsing backwards.
I slipped an arm around his back and supported him, "Keep calm, I'm going to help you." We headed toward the first aid tents, Ray was hobbling next to me while I supported most of his weight.
"I feel So weak," Ray whispered, almost breathlessly. He looked reassured to see the first aid tents, but I took him around the back. "Where are we going?" Was all he could muster--his last words as I pulled the zipper all the way down.
He collapsed limply in my arms, his limbs bending at obscure angles. "I don't like losing Ray," I muttered. "So I'm going to be the winner, inside you."
I stripped my own wetsuit off as quickly as I could, and stepped into the opening in Ray's back. Inch by inch I pulled the prospective champion over my own body. Legs, waist, torso and arms. The inside was damp, tight and restrictive, but it didn't stop me.
The opening finished at Ray's neck, I pulled hard opening it up and pushing my head into his back and shoulders. The world went dark as I pushed up his throat and into his head. Then there was light again as my face aligned with his, I blinked and the world came into focus.
I bent this way and that making sure Ray's body settled over my own. Squeezing my new stomach the last of the trapped air escaped with a farting noise.
Reaching behind, I touched the zipper and felt it seal, tracing its way up my acquired back.
I was inside, I was Ray. I could feel his strength, and I knew his stamina would last me through the finals.
I emerged from behind the tents, jogging towards the registration tables. Knowing I'd be winning a medal in the finals.
Written, hope you like it.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! I've always been a big fan of your bodysuit stories, Sean :)
ReplyDeleteThanks :) Glad you liked it.
ReplyDeleteGreat story Sean!! I loved it!
ReplyDelete"Ray, come here bro' looks like you're wetsuit has a split in it."
ReplyDeleteI knew when Mitch called my name that this was the time he had been waiting for. Foolish guy. Did he really think I didn't know what he had been planning to try? We had been best friends since elementary school and he had always been jealous of me, especially since I was always better at everything than he was. Swimming was no different.
He was so envious that he would try anything to beat me. Unfortunately for him (or maybe not in reality) I was prepared for him. When he started to run his finger down my spine I let him believe he could eventually enter my body. I could feel his anticipation, his giddiness at the thought that he was going to take my body so he could be the winner for a change.
Quickly I turned, surprising him. The astonished look on his face was worth every bit of trouble I had gone to waiting for this very moment.
He wanted to be the best? Well I was going to see that he was the best. I had a trick or two up my sleeve and before he knew what happened I stepped inside HIS body (ironic I know but delicious simplicity). Yes, he would be the best only with me in control. I would let him relish the pleasure of winning vicariously.
Perhaps someday I will give him back his body, which by the way has so much potential that he never realized. In the meantime he, rather I have a swim meet to win.
Turnabout is fair play after all.
Nice one, double cross.
ReplyDeleteCool story, nice one.
ReplyDeleteVery humorous. Well done.
ReplyDeleteso awesome, love the dialogue.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bill!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sean!
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