Seanday Treats: New Year Cometh

"Hell," I groaned out loud.

"Let me get you something for the pain," Ruben offered.

"Thanks."

I couldn't believe it, biggest night of the year and I was in hospital. Some jerk had swerved off the road and hit me, breaking my leg in multiple places. Shit, I was by myself, my family over a hundred miles away.

Ruben looked down at me and lowered the bed. "We're going to give you a sedative, nothing serious, but I'll help with the pain and let you get some sleep."

"Are you staying?"

"I finish my shift in a while, but we have people here to monitor you while you sleep," Ruben reassured me.

I'd been lucky to have him attending to me, he was handsome and strong--that I do know. He easily lifted me into bed after the x-ray, I'd gasped with the pain and caught his scent; a faint deodorant barely masking the twelve hour shift that was about to end.

He took my line and pressed in a needle, emptying the syringe. "You partying tonight?" I casually asked.

"I am," he smiled. "Just some friends, nothing at a local bar." He removed the needle and fixed the pillows. "You'll feel better in a couple of minutes."

"Have a good time," I told him as I watched him leave.

"Thanks, I will."

Guest Post: Legion and Lover (1/6)

by Seuzz

"Turn," said the technician, and pressed her fingertip against Vincent's chin. He shifted his head fractionally to the right. "Look up. You don't have to open your eyes," she added in an amused tone.

"Thanks," Vincent murmured. "I wasn't planning to."

"Does the mirror bother you?"

"No. The face does."

He thought she'd say It's a nice face, but instead she said, "We can cover it."

"The face?"

"No, the mirror, smartass. It's for your benefit, not mine. I can see you just fine."

Vincent smiled faintly, though it probably wasn't visible through his thick beard. Then the smile turned into a snarl of pain as a sheet of fire engulfed his scalp. "Just so you know," he told her in a tight voice, "the nerves weren't dead. Only mostly dead."

"Sorry." She rubbed her hand -- encased in a latex glove -- over the smooth dome where, only moments before, Vincent had sported a close-cropped afro. "Want some cream on it?"

"Just give it a minute and I'm sure the anesthetic will kick in. It didn't hurt, I just felt it come off," he lied as his scalp screamed.

Seanday Treat: Take a Photo

"You want to take a photo? It'll last longer," John muttered as I watched him dress.

"I didn't know there was so much ink," I replied opening the camera on my phone.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I was being sarcastic," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh," I apologised and closed the app. "So what can you tell me?"

"About what?" he sighed.

"You know, about John."

He said nothing as continued to smooth down the tight muscular pectorals that hung from his shoulder. In the mirror opposite he began to turn left and right studying his reflection.

He stretched, pulling at the skin on his tattooed bicep. "Yeah, this is good fit. One of the best I've had."

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Seanday Treats: Student Twist

It was about nine in the morning, it had been a fantastic night in the club. Jack and myself had a string of numbers written on scraps stuffed in our pockets. We'd even scored a few times in the carpark throughout the night.

Jack raked his fingers through his black hair and punched my side. "Hey Tony, what a night huh?"

"Too right," I laughed punching him back, he was solidly built like all the rugby player. I nodded my chin at him. "How many numbers did you get."

He pulled a handful from his pocket, then searched the others. "Six, what about you?"

"Seven," I laughed. "Guess they prefer the wrestlers." As we compared numbers.

"Hey! That one doesn't count," Jack moaned. "That's a bloke!"

"It's a number and he was pretty eager to meet up with me," I said pushing Jack. "So it counts all right?"

"Whatever," Jack muttered.

A taxi dropped us back at the accommodation block at the university. Each of the apartments had four bedrooms and a shared lounge/kitchen area.

We jogged up the flights of stairs, pushing and laughing as we went, then I stopped in my tracks. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," Jack replied, then his face dropped. "Fuck, you don't think?"

"I dunno," I replied as I opened the door to the apartment and looked inside. It was quiet--thankfully. Jack hung back, but I pulled him inside. "If I'm going to fucked over, so are you!" I growled.

I walked over to one of the bedrooms, the key was in the lock. Unlocking it I slowly opened the door and stepping inside.

"You fuckers!"

Jack stepped next in next to me.

Sitting on the bed, pillows grasped at their groins where the real Jack and Tony.

Seanday Treats: Muscle Growth

I looked down at Marcus, he was a fine specimen. I'd followed him on Instagram, watched his progress as he grew larger and larger.

In my profession, I had to know every muscle in his body. I could tell you each ones name if you like, I'd spent a lot of time and money to get where I was, but I still wasn't happy.

Knowing about the body--I thought, might help me grow like Marcus. But like they all say its down to the genes, unless you want to use drugs. I'd seen what they do to a man, and it's not nice.

So here we are, I got a recommendation and I can't believe I'm in his house massaging the pain from Marcus' muscles. I shook my head as he let out quite groans of pleasure as I worked my way through the various muscle groups.

Being this close, feeling his body like this only made me want it even more. I worked my way along his torso, concentrating on each arm in turn, then his shoulders and neck. He said little during the session, as I started to kneed his pecs, thick heavy muscle below my hands. Damn, this was making me tingle all over--the thrill of actually touching this behemoth I'd lusted over the past two years.

Seanday Treats: Soldiers Life for Me

Lucy laid in the bed enjoying the luxurious red sheets and the way the room was furnished. It was the best room in the hotel, it had cost her all the money his had, but it was worth it.

She looked over at the dark skinned soldier laying next to her. "Damn, you really are built." It wasn't a lie, Ricks was in prime shape, more than Lucy had dared hope for.

"I think I'm right saying you enjoyed your last night on this world," Lucy murmured, "I'll guess I'll find out for myself in a while."

She pulled back the sheets and stood for a moment, basking at the vision of Ricks' perfect physique. "Of you'll do fine," she said.

Lucy was lean, more like a swimmer. At only eighteen, she'd not been with anyone like the twenty-six year old soldier before.

Seanday Treats: Captain's Choice

It was late night practice at the college gym, the wrestling team had been worked hard by the captain Mark, he was the largest of the group.

As they finished Mark told them to cool off, with some stretches. They looked at him, his thick heavy chest stretching the fabric of his white shirt.

Each of the other four team members looked at each other as I walked into the gym.

"Sorry man, this is a closed session," Mark called out to me. If you come back in 10 minutes we'll be done.

The other wrestlers closed ranks around Mark, but I continued to walk towards the group.

"Who do you want? Coach? He's gone now, it's just us."

"I know," I replied. "Just my boys--and you."

"Your boys?" He repeated, sounding a little confused. "Do I know you?"

"They're on my team, have been for the past few days."

Seanday Treats: Just one Sip

Drake made a grab for Richards beer.

"What the fuck, get your own dude," Richard yelled pushing Drake away.

"The kegs empty, this party is drying up."

"I don't give a shit. Who the fuck are you anyway? I've not seen you in the frat before, you know this is private party."

Drake made another grab for the beer. "Just a sip bro'."

Seanday Treats: Second-Skin

"Caption This, 26th December 2015"
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The last of what I needed to get away had arrived.

I was a watched man, in deep trouble. They all knew what I looked like, skinny, a cute, young face, wavy blonde hair. Damn, sometimes I hated being so attractive.

I opened the box and studied its contents. It was an upper muscle-suit, thick heavy muscles hung from the garment. I touched the flesh, it was warm and as I moved the sleeves the muscles grew. "This is going to work, I know it!"

I was one of the last in the block, I'd screwed the developers taking money and then not moving. They were pissed and were waiting for me. I'd have left long ago if I'd known it was the mob that owned the building.

Collecting together the other items, I loaded up my bag. As I left the apartment I turned and for a moment wished I hadn't been so stupid. Closing the door I locked it for one final time and went down to the second floor.

From my pocket I pulled out a canister, took a deep breath and knocked on 2C--the last of the other residents. It opened and I was looking into the eyes of Raymond Dezcheckov. He opened his mouth to say something and I sprayed the contents of the can into his face. He gasped and fell into my arms, damn he was heavy.

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Seanday Treats: Zero Resistance

"Casey Bridges, you're being held because you're a suspect," the officer growled.

"You can't arrest me, I've done nothing wrong!" Bridges yelled.

"Sir, you've been brought in because it's likely you will do something."

"What? What are you talking about?"

The officer laid a hand on Bridges shoulder and held him tightly. "Don't struggle, you'll be released soon, before you know it."

"Fuck you, then I'll sue your ass."

The officer pushed him to face the wall, "Just stand here." The officer grasped the back of Bridges head and with a jerk slammed it into the wall.

Holiday Body Bundle

Since I've been really busy recently and therefore really slacking on posting, I figured I would post several shorts in one post as an apology gift/Christmas gift to the visitors, each with their own sort of holiday theme. Also, I wanted to thank all of you for being so welcoming with my addition here and for enjoying my posts! Love you guys! Hope you all have a happy holiday season! Anyways, on with the stories...

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Elliot woke up Christmas morning with a stretch. He walked through his little apartment from his room to the living room and saw the little bag sitting on his dining room table. The big man up north came through again. He excitedly approached it and tore through the tissue paper. At the bottom of the package was a small pair of blue striped briefs.

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Lucky Find!

by Carlos Palanca

For years, I have been able to get inside people and possess their bodies. I would push my shorter and more slender frame and take control of their bodies. It wasn’t easy though. I had to sneak up behind them in a secluded place while they’re distracted because if they see me, they could easily beat me up. Another downside is the fact that I couldn’t stay inside them for as long as I want, I get pushed out of their bodies after 12 hours, leaving them unconscious on the ground. It used to happen quite often until I found Matt.

I moved to my new house a few months ago and the basement was filled all sorts of junk and old furniture. Everywhere I look and turn, I see boxes filled with old books, and clothes. These must have belonged to the previous (and dead) owner. As I was scavenging the boxes of something worth selling and throwing, I found a secret door. It was locked! Luckily, I immediately and conveniently found the key on the door frame. As I opened it up, the room was filled with even more clothes, but the room was still alien compared to the rest of the basement. It was clean and white but it was filled with a lot of clothes racks. There was still room behind the racks so I moved them until there was enough room for me to pass through. There, I saw a table, with a desktop computer and some workout equipment but what really caught my attention was the fact that there was a naked man slumped against a couch! His mouth was partly opened but his eyes were open and staring blankly to the ceiling.

I rushed towards him. I reached out for his arm and check for a pulse. But as I pressed my fingers onto his wrist, his arm collapsed under the pressure exerted by my fingers like it was hallow. I did the same to the other arm and his neck and the same thing happened. For my final attempt, I pressed his chest and it collapsed like the rest of his body.

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Becoming an American

“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new voice.

Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo dumped it over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck, and taking a few sips.

“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow.

Javier was planning on moving to America, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico, plus coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. It turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. Moments earlier, he had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following. 

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Seanday Swap: Hide and Seek, Part 2

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There was a dull thud of music; deep and rhythmical. I blinked and realised I was looking at my mobile. Some messages from my friends, they were congratulating me on my award. I shook my head and looked around; I was in a restroom standing in front of a wash basin.

Somebody walked past and slapped me on the back. "Congratulations Devin, fucking awesome win for the team," he said before leaving. I had nothing, I didn't know what to say.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the basin and my brow furrowed. I was wearing an expensive shirt and black pants, I frowned again trying to figure out what was going on. "Damn, I do look good," I muttered to myself.

The mobile in my hand bleeped again, another text message. *What a day to remember, I'm so proud of you Devin*, it was from my mom. Confused, I looked at the date; August 17th. I froze, I'd lost three months. A wave of panic swept over me, and then the darkness returned.

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Seanday Swap: Hide and Seek, Part 1

I was really enjoying myself. I hadn't been to a party for at least a month.

It was a risk even being here. I took another sip from the cup; the beer tasted great. I looked around at the other party goers, all types.

"Ur looking fine," Julia whispered as she bumped into me and felt my chest through my shirt.

"Uh, thanks," I replied.

She finished what remained of her drink and rested her head on my shoulder. "Why aren't all guys like you? You know--fit."

I felt my cheeks flush a little. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just lucky." In truth it was a lot of effort, time spent in the gym and training with the rest of the team.

She grinned. "You're a good guy," she mumbled, kissing me on the cheek. "I need another drink," she added and headed to the kitchen.

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Seanday Bonus: The Mechanic

I wasn't impressed, there was a new guy in town. The news had filtered through the grapevine that the boss of Romans Gym had been compromised. Lets just say he wasn't himself anymore, not that his clientele would notice.

Whoever was investing in the business had a lot of money and resources. One by one all their staff were being replaced; intercepted turned into suits and being worn by their own people.

The business wasn't new, I'd been doing it for years but not to this scale. Prospective buyers would access the members list of the gym and pick their new identity; typically wealthy foreigners or criminals looking for an exit.

I needed in on this business, so I followed one of their personal trainers. I knew they were in middle of an acquisition as a muscular 23 year old was slumped in the passenger seat.

They stopped and picked up an older guy, a portly man with sweaty skin. They continued their journey to a scrap yard and were greeted by a heavy built guy in coveralls. His skin was bronzed, and patched with oil and sweat. This had to be the mechanic, the guy that made the suits and controlled the 'body shop'.

Seanday Swap: Boys best Friend

"So how did you find out? How does it work?" I asked my lil' bro Duncan.

"I don't know, I just found that I could pull myself out of my body and float around," he replied excitedly. "Mom and dad won't be back for a few hours, so I could show you."

"Huh, I'd better go before they get back. Dad said he'd kill me if he ever saw me again."

"No, they're cool."

"You'd say that, you're the favourite son." I looked around the pictures on the wall. "See, no pictures of me, its like I never existed."

Duncan looked sad. "I miss you," he declared.

"Maybe you'll come stay with me soon, like old times. Anyway, show me this trick of yours."

He nodded, "When I leave my body don't touch it or anything."

"How will I know you're doing it? You could be just shitting me."

"Hold you hand behind your back, stick out some fingers and when I'm out I go and look."

I shrugged and held my hand behind my back with three fingers showing. "OK, so do it then."

Duncan stood for a moment, then his eyes glazed over. I called his name asking if he was OK, but he didn't reply. I was starting to worry when he blinked and grinned at me.

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Spice

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and saw Collin rummaging through the refrigerator, pulling out a tub of Greek yogurt. I was wearing one of his button downs and my underwear. He was in just his underwear.

I approached him from his back and slapped him on his ass, giving him a startle, “Good morning,” I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Morning, babe,” he answered, kissing me back, “Sleep well?”

“Well enough, I think you threw off my center of gravity last night.”

“Haha! You were pretty good too,” he smiled at me.

Collin had taken me home last night after some drinks with the rest of the office staff. I had never really taken notice in him, but he seemed to gain pounds and pounds of muscle just within a month and a half or so.

“Just Greek yogurt?” I asked

“Not too hungry, just need to get some nutrition in.”

“Come on, you have to present today. I’ll make you some eggs.”

Seanday Repost: Devil Dog

As it's Halloween thought I'd re-post this story from way-back. Hope you enjoy it.

-- Trick or Treat...

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It was late afternoon when I went to meet Edmond, he'd just finished work. I could tell he'd been working hard as the sweat on his body glistened in the sun, I really couldn't resist taking a photo.

As I looked through the camera I saw Christian, one of the guys that worked with Edmond. Then something quite strange happened, the image blurred and refocused on him but his face had changed into something quite different. It showed the head of a dog on his shoulders; it had brilliant red skin with large ears. I returned my gaze to Christian, only this time I saw this creature without the need for the camera.



"Holly SHIT!" I screamed.

Turning I grabbed Edmond and ran as fast as I could. Looking over my shoulder I gasped as Christian came running after us, he was catching up fast with giant inhuman strides.

We both ducked down a side alley but suddenly my grip on Edmond's hand was torn from mine. I turned to see Christian crouched on all fours on my friends back, and with a leap he launched himself tripping me up. I tumbled into some trash cans cracking my head and a dull darkness enveloped my consciousness.

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Seanday Shorts 2/2: Time Out, Time In

I walked into the locker room, the cheers were loud, but then you'd expect that; they'd just won the final.

As I turned the corner, the room went silent, all eyes turned towards me. A few months ago I'd be beating a hasty retreat, but now all these jocks belonged to me.

With a snap of my fingers they all collected together, lining up, puffing their chests out. Each one excited by my presence.

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Keith's Good Side

“You ready to play some ultimate?” I asked getting into Keith’s car.

“Just about,” he answered. “I just need to get this shirt off.” Just as he said that, his shirt disappeared. “And since we’re going to the park, I’d like to look a bit tan-“ his skin darkened “-and maybe 30 lbs. more muscle mass.” As he finished his sentence, his body inflated all over with hard muscle.

Keith propped his arm on the window, showcasing his new bulging biceps, flashed me a sexy look, and finished, “So, yeah, I think I’m ready. You?”

“I can see you’re in a good mood today,” he broke his sexy look and we both laughed, “Yeah, I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Oh, you know you love me in a good mood,” Keith remarked.

I had been dating a Storyteller for six months now, and I can’t say I regret anything. The thing about Storytellers is that literally anything they say goes. That’s a blessing and a curse, mind you, but a blessing most of the time, especially when you’re on their good side. And I happened to be on Keith’s very good side.

Seanday Sun: Surf's up

I was on holiday, my first alone. At twenty-seven it was weird not holidaying with anyone; but I had my reasons.

Walking along the beach seemed to take my mind off things, at 6am there were hardly anyone around--apart from the dedicated surfers. I watched them for a while, all in their late teens riding the crests of the waves--not a care in the world.

As I came to the top of a dune I spotted a camper van with a couple of boards strapped to the top. Then I heard some grunts and groans, I ducked down and watched.

From behind the camper a man; late thirties perhaps, stumbled into view. Cursing he pulled on some ratty old sweatpants and vest, heavily stained with something I'd care not to guess.

He ambled away from the camper, not looking back. It didn't stop him cursing all the way.

As the sound of his voice trailed away, I thought it was safe to explore the vehicle.

I tentatively made my way down the dune; the dry sand seeping between my toes. As I peered through the window, I saw a teenagers naked on the floor. I feared the worst, but waited to see if he stirred.

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Seanday Starter: Take a chance, pt2

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The two friends arrived at the house, and Sam parked up in the drive.

"Where's your dad's car?" Tom asked.

"He's taken my mom away for a romantic weekend, it's their anniversary," Sam answered pulling a face.

"And who's truck is that?" Tom asked pointing at a huge vehicle dominating the drive.

"Belongs to my cousin, David, he's gone into town with his marine buddies. He's staying with us."

"So you got the place to yourself, awesome."

After picking up a few beers, the friends relaxed in the lounge.

"So you can change into anyone?"

"Just about," Tom replied with a grin and shifted into Jonas Rickman, the school's medal winning wrestler.

"Wow, that's amazing," Sam exclaimed. "When did you find out that you could do that?"

"Few weeks ago," Tom replied. In truth, Sam was talking to Tom's father Derek, who'd shape-shifted into his son earlier. Sam had seen him change and though it was Tom.

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Deal's a Deal

Chaz walked into the back yard from Jon and Jermaine’s kitchen looking for the two. He crossed the side of the house and saw two musclebound men digging away at weeds in the garden along the fence. Were they wealthy enough to afford lawn men? Chaz thought as he watched.

“Hey, I’m looking for the owners, do you know where they are?” He asked.

“You found them,” answered the darker of the two, as they stood up, wiped off their hands on their pants, and turned. They both flashed a grin seeing who had arrived. “Chaz!” they both yelled in unison.

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Seanday Gym: A picture or two

"Fuck it," I muttered, "love these late night sessions at Regan's--best gym ever." I took picture in Instagram and tagged my friend Harry.

While I waited for a reply I opened locker 39 and started to undress. Pulling off the vest, I wiped the sweat from my body; I took a sniff, a strong and potent aroma filled my nostrils. "Fuck I need a shower," I muttered as I removed the remainder of my clothes.

I stood there naked, yet completely confident with my body as Jake left the showers. "Hey Ross, can I borrow your deodorant?"

"Why don't you get some of your own? You're always using mine," I moaned and reached into the locker grabbing the can. I turned and lobbed it at him.

He caught it and grinned. "Because you've always got the good shit, and I like the smell," he replied spraying his whole body. "Hey, is this your usual stuff?"

"Trying something new, what do you think?" My phone buzzed in my locker, "Better late than never," I murmured.

"Dunno, it's got a weird, sweet smell," he replied spraying himself again. "Heads up," Jake called as he returned the can. I caught it giving him a sour look and dropped it in my bag.

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